Akutsu Jin, who was sitting on the grass in a mess, snorted coldly, "Stop talking nonsense and let them compete."

Tezuka Kunimitsu turned his head and said coldly, "Just shut up, you onlookers."

"What did you say???"

Akutsu Jin said in a bad tone.

"I don't care. I've already waited so long. Even if I wait until the day of the competition, it doesn't matter."

Having said that, Kevin Smith Shuqi aimed his racket at Echizen Ryoma's eyes and said arrogantly: "Since you want to fight, I might as well beat you up in front of a large audience."

Only in this way can I truly feel happier physically and mentally.

Echizen Ryoma frowned.

Tezuka Kunimitsu said, "Echizen, let's go."

"I don't want it."

Tezuka Kunimitsu stopped walking and turned to look at the "rebellious" Echizen Ryoma, and the cold air released from his body became even colder.

Even Ryoma Echizen, who was standing on the field, could feel the minister's displeasure.

"Anyway, I can't play in the game, so I might as well take this opportunity to have a good fight with him here."

"What?"

Kevin Smith was shocked.

Akutsu Jin also looked surprised. He looked at Taichi Dan and said, "Taichi, what's going on?"

"Echizen was not selected as a member of the representative team this time."

"Hey? Echizen, is this true?"

These unexpected words shocked Kevin Smith, and he quickly looked at Ryoma Echizen and questioned him.

Echizen Ryoma himself was filled with indescribable grievances, his brows slightly furrowed and his face gloomy, "It's true, but what does it matter? We're going to fight right now, so you won't have anything to say, right?"

"snort."

Looking at Ryoma Echizen standing at the baseline, Kevin Smith stood still with his racket raised, ready to counterattack.

"Echizen!"

Tezuka Kunimitsu's voice was visibly stern, and the implication of restraint was very obvious.

The young boy with dark green hair raised his hand and swung his racket. On the first ball, his serve did not cross the net.

"Hmm... it's really hard to play with someone else's racket."

He threw the racket he had just picked up back to Akutsu Jin, then walked to his tennis bag and prepared to take out the racket.

Tezuka Kunimitsu clenched his fists, unable to suppress his inner anger. He walked over to the stubborn Echizen and ordered in a deep voice: "Stop it!"

But was ignored.

He grabbed Echizen Ryoma who was walking by, but the boy still stubbornly twisted his wrists to try to break free.

“Pah—”

Echizen Ryoma was slapped mercilessly and fell to the ground.

“It hurts~”

"Tezuka?"

"Echizen!"

"Little one!!"

Everyone from Qingxue quickly surrounded them.

"I'll say this one last time, and then I'll go back."

After saying that, Tezuka Kunimitsu turned and left.

"Okay, let's go back quickly..."

Fuji picked up the racket and handed it to Echizen, "Yes, Echizen, go back first."

Kikumaru Eiji looked panicked, "Yeah, let's listen to the minister first, let's go."

Echizen Ryoma stood up silently.

Ignoring Kevin's anxious voice, "Do you want to escape? Hey! Echizen Ryoma!", he followed the seniors and prepared to leave.