He was stunned for a moment, then closed his eyes and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Hyoei, has he also won all five battles?"

Genichirō Sanada looked at the score seriously and asked, "Is Atobe not playing this time?"

"Well, it seems so."

Yukimura Seiichi crossed his arms and nodded, saying seriously: "I hope we can face Hyotei again~"

He looked domineering and full of fighting spirit.

Genichirō Sanada nodded, "That's right! Rikkai University is the champion, having won the national championship twice in a row. There is no blind spot!"

Just at this moment, Jing Guang looked over.

He smiled brightly and raised his right hand to wave.

He received a small wave from Jingguang.

“Hehe~”

Jingguang responded to me~

This time he actually waved at me, whereas before he just nodded.

It seems that the usual short text messages, phone calls and dating guides all play a role.

(Note: "Dating Guide" means accompanying Jingguang to go shopping in Chinatown, or asking him to go to the mountains to exercise together. There are only two times.)

Genichirō Sanada: “…” Seiichi, do you remember what you just said?

Yanagi Renji: “…”

I was thinking that Hyotei's chance of winning was 90%...

Forget it now.

Yanagi Renji held the notebook and nodded to Atobe, Kagemitsu and others who were looking over, then moved a little to the left, one step away from Yukimura and closer to Sanada.

"Brother, has Rikkai University finished the competition?"

Jingguang waved at Jingichi and turned to ask.

"Yeah, they won all five games, all 6-0, and advanced to the quarterfinals."

Atobe Keigo has become accustomed to Jingguang's habit of turning a deaf ear to everything else during the game and automatically filtering out all kinds of useless information.

"Then we may finally have a fight."

Jingguang nodded.

"What kind of monster are you?"

Jingguang: “?”

Atobe Keigo: “?!”

Who said such rude and offensive words?

The two brothers with similar faces turned their heads at the same time and looked in the direction of the voice.

It's Nagashiro Kide.

At this moment, he was sweating profusely, but Jingguang only had some light sweat on his face.

He had gone through the Whispering Training in Okinawa and was known for his physical strength, but his physical strength was actually not as good as that of the noble young master of Hyotei? !

This made Kide Nagashiro somewhat frustrated.

As for Atobe Kagemitsu, his tricks are useless. He cannot match his strength, not even his physical strength!

Doesn't he have any weaknesses?

Kimetsu Nagashiro couldn't help but feel a little suspicious.

"Atobe Kagemitsu, are you really, a human?"

He couldn't help but feel a little suspicious.

"...Undoubtedly."

Jingguang said in a flat and polite tone.

Some people in Hyotei extremely disliked this school and had already frowned since they arrived.

However, Jingguang had no disgust or dislike at all. He admired Kide Nagashiro's persistence and determination.

But as an opponent on the field, he won't be polite.

But off the field,

He thought this person was not bad.

He is an excellent minister, although he is selfish towards outsiders.

However, in such a school and under such a coach, he also has his own chosen path and way of life.

Then there is the psychological analysis of his behavior.

As an excellent psychologist, it is normal to analyze other people's psychology and personality through some habitual small actions.

From before the start of the game to the end, Kide Nagashiro had a habitual action, which was: pushing up the left side of his glasses with his right hand.

Pushing up the left side of the glasses with the right hand is a common trait of people with bad tempers.

At the same time, because they can capture things from a different perspective from others, they are good at generating unique ideas.

In addition, judging from some of Kimura Nagashiro's small movements and playing style, this person is very smart and scheming, and has an excellent ability to see through other people's shortcomings or weaknesses.

From the fact that when he pushes his glasses, he often uses the knuckles near the back of his hand instead of his fingers, it can be seen that he should be a little neurotic and has obsessive-compulsive disorder.

From his habitual slightly sideways standing posture, it can be seen that he should have some experience as a model, but not much.

But he also really likes tennis.

For the sake of tennis, I can endure the dust and don't care about getting injured.

Bo Te Nagishiro, who had already walked away from his companions: A-choo—

I always feel a little chilly.

Who is thinking about me? Or scolding me?