Uncle Jingwu took the team members back to the restaurant for lunch with peace of mind.

Whenever Jingguang had a break, he always liked to take his backpack and small medicine hoe to play in the mountains, and he would play all day long. He would definitely have prepared lunch, so there was no need to worry about that.

"We're not waiting for Jingguang anymore?"

"No, he's been tense with us for so long, let him relax."

Jingguang's preferences are different from theirs. He likes bitter things like herbs, and he also likes to study herbs and pills to cure diseases. During this period of time, Jingguang has almost compressed the time left for medicine to the extreme for the national competition, not to mention the opportunity to have fun in the mountains.

After hearing this, everyone stopped asking questions.

At noon, when everyone was having lunch, the butler came over, leaned over to Atobe and respectfully handed him the phone.

"Master Keigo, there's a call for you. It's Coach Sakaki Taro."

"Hmm? I see."

Atobe Keigo calmly put down the knife and fork in his hand, then picked up the napkin slowly to wipe the corners of his mouth and fingertips, raised his hand to take the phone from the butler and put it to his ear.

"Supervisor, it's me."

"Yeah, everyone's here."

“…I see. All right.”

"I see...Yes, um, I understand."

After hanging up the phone, Atobe Keigo looked at the group of boys who had their ears stretched out and kept stealing glances at him even though they were eating.

He said unhappily, "You are really being disrespectful to food, ahhh."

Yue Ren was the most lively and bold one, and he asked first, "Hey~ Atobe Atobe, what does the supervisor want to talk to you about?"

"Ah, I'm here to tell you what the supervisor said. Tomorrow morning, all the regular players of the Hyotei Tennis Club will gather at school. There will be new arrangements."

"What is what?"

Akutagawa Jiro asked curiously, his eyes shining like stars like a little lamb, and even the young master couldn't resist.

"Ahem... maybe, I will go abroad to compete."

Yuushi Oshizuki seemed to be thinking: "I heard that the Japan Youth Tennis Association seems to be actively coordinating with the World Youth Tennis Exchange Conference recently. Is it related to this?"

"Ah well, you are well-informed."

Mr. Atobe did not deny it.

"Really? Can we compete again? Against whom? Rikkai University? Can I play against Marui-kun?"

"Stupid, I told you it's from abroad, it must be a foreigner."

Yue Ren complained helplessly.

"Oh yeah~ hehehe, that's a pity."

"What a pity! I don't think they will go."

"Wow~ I'm really looking forward to it."

"Insubordination!"

"So we're going back tonight?"

"No, we'll be leaving in a minute. You still have to go back and pack your bags, don't you?"

"What about you and Jingguang?"

"I will stay here and wait for him to come back. We won't be late tomorrow. Don't worry, the butler will arrange a car to take you back."

The dark blue-haired boy with glasses sighed from the bottom of his heart: "What a pity, it looks like this rare vacation is going to be wasted again~ Atobe."

If you don't look at the way he put down his knife and fork,

"Tsk - what a dishonest fellow." Mingming couldn't wait any longer.