The next day, in the coach's office.

"Come on, Director Sakaki."

Coach Huacun handed two cups of coffee to Coach Sakaki.

"Thanks."

He kept one cup for himself and looked at the two young men with cold faces.

"Tezuka, Atobe, do you two want it?"

Tezuka Kunimitsu politely declined, "I don't want it. Thank you, Coach Huacun."

Jingguang simply shook his head, "No, thank you."

Coach Huacun looked at the two teenagers, curled his lips, smiled and sat in his seat.

The four people started a meeting.

Taro Sakaki, who was sitting in the main seat, said, "The training camp is about to end, and it's almost time to choose the representative."

"That's right,"

Coach Huacun tapped the table with his beautifully painted index finger, as if thinking about something.

Taro Sakaki continued, "So please each group select a few representatives first."

His gaze turned to Huacun.

Coach Huacun nodded and said confidently, "There is no problem with my group. I have already thought of several candidates."

God nodded and looked at the "acting coach" of the Ryuuzaki group: "Tezuka, Atobe, you two should also choose."

"good."

"knew."

The meeting is over, but today's work has not been done yet.

At the Huacun Group training ground,

"alright,"

Coach Huacun clapped his hands, reminding the players to stop practicing and look over.

"After the warm-up exercises are completed, we will hold a practice match today."

Everyone dispersed upon hearing the sound and headed towards the inside of the stadium.

After a week, everyone has adapted to the daily practice plan. Now we can finally start practicing for the competition, and naturally we can’t wait.

One of the footsteps led outside the stadium.

"Wait a minute, Atobe, where are you going?"

The silver-purple-haired boy picked up the racket at the side of the court and reluctantly made up an excuse.

"Go to the bathroom, go to the bathroom."

Huacun's eyes flashed: Take the racket?

Do you think I believe it? (*￣︶￣)

Trace,

I'm just young, not stupid.

Sakaki's team is currently undergoing muscle strengthening training in the gym.

Atobe Keigo passed everyone's curious gazes and walked straight towards Genichirō Sanada who was lifting weights.

"You haven't forgotten what happened yesterday, right? Sanada."

"Of course."

Without saying a word, Sanada stood up, picked up his racket, and followed him out.

Yukimura Seiichi and Yanagi Renji were a little surprised.

"Genichirō?"

"Sanada?"

Sanada ignored their doubts.

Yukimura Seiichi smiled brightly as he looked at the gym door that automatically closed after the two of them left.

Hehe~

"Jingshi, the chances of the two of them going to play in the game are 98.8%."

"Really? Such a high probability?"

The slightly rising ending tone of Yukimura Seiichi's voice made Yanagi Renji shudder.

"Then let's go and take a look."

The handsome young man with iris-purple hair smiled and said that the days were peaceful and quiet. Yanagi Renji kept silent, and the notebook in his hand was recording something.

"By the way, Renji, the practice that Genichirō owes is not the training of our Rikkai University, but..."

"I understand. I'll tell him."

Congratulations to Sanada for achieving the following: Practice Volume X2.

The other members of Sakaki Group couldn't stay any longer either. They were extremely eager to take part in the match between these two.

Finally, they looked at each other secretly, and while Supervisor Sakaki was away, they sneaked out as well.

Over there, the two people who left were walking towards the court.

Atobe Keigo seemed to be talking to himself, but also seemed to be talking to Sanada.

"Tezuka's shoulder injury is due to me."

"I know. I saw it then."

"At that time, I just wanted to beat Tezuka. That was the only thought in my mind. But this guy was unwilling to give up halfway. Even though his shoulder was injured, he still insisted on holding on until the end of the game. If it weren't for Jingguang, he might not be able to come to this training camp today..."