The Hyotei regulars behind him opened up one by one, forming a V-shaped formation.

To the right of Atobe was Oshitari, to the left was Kagemitsu, and after Kagemitsu were Karachi Meido and Feng. Gakuto, Hiyoshi Jiro Taki and others lined up in order, some ready for battle, some leisurely with their hands crossed behind their heads, looking at everyone.

Coach Taro Sakaki stood in the middle of the crowd, his arms clasped across his chest, and nodded lightly to Coach Ryuuzaki, not interfering in matters between students.

"So you guys are here too."

The 151st boy from Qingxue, standing at the forefront of Qingxue, asked gloomily.

"Huh? You have a problem with that?"

Young Master Atobe stared at the rebellious young boy with a strong sense of oppression.

"without......"

Echizen Ryoma lowered the brim of his hat and whispered.

How dare you? King of Monkey Mountain, look back at your left and right protectors.

"Speaking of which, Atobe."

Oshitari Yuushi on the right suddenly turned around and asked Atobe, "Didn't you and Jingguang study abroad here when you were in elementary school?"

"Well, when I was in elementary school, I studied in an aristocratic school not far from here."

Jingguang shook his head, "I don't spend much time here."

"I see. Then I guess Atobe must miss Wimbledon a lot, right?"

"No, I can only see now,"

Atobe Keigo raised his index and middle fingers, placed them between his eyebrows, and said with a look of enjoyment, "This is the heroic figure of me becoming the world king in the competition."

......

Yuushi Oshitari shrugged helplessly and indulgently: Okay, I talked too much. I knew the young master would say that.

In Qingxue, some people have dead fish eyes.

Someone smiled and sighed: Atobe is still as interesting as ever~

Some people said stubbornly: "You are still far from it."

"Hey! Ahead--"

Suddenly, a loud shout of joy and the sound of quick and cheerful footsteps rushed over.

The members of the Aogaku group behind Ryoma Echizen turned around, then quickly dispersed to make way.

"ah..."

As soon as Echizen Ryoma turned around, he was embraced by a thin but cheerful figure, it was Toyama Kintaro!

The red-haired boy was wearing the uniform of Shitenhoji Temple, with a smile on his face, mixed with a few strands of excitement and embarrassment, "I missed you so much, Chaoqian~~"

The dark green-haired boy was grabbed by the shoulders and shaken non-stop, while he had to listen to the enthusiastic red-haired boy's loud voice right next to his ear. His face showed pain.

"It feels like a dream to be able to compete with you at Wimbledon~"

The red-haired boy, Toyama Kintaro, said this as he threw open his hands, raised them high, jumped and spun around in place, and then grabbed Echizen's hands and raised them high together, expressing his happiness: "I'm really happy~ Chaoqian——"

Everyone in Qingxue stared blankly.

I don’t know whether I should disturb the “friendship” of the teenagers.

Fuji Shusuke said with a smile: Ah, Echizen's expression seems to be a little distressed~ How interesting~

"Okay, okay, Xiao Jin, you're too excited."

It's a familiar voice again.

People from both schools couldn't help but turn their heads to look over.

It is indeed Shitenhoji Temple!

The person who spoke was the tennis club captain, Shiraishi Kuranosuke!

"Wow, Shitenhoji is here too."