In the meeting room,

"So, is this the order of the matches for tomorrow's demonstration match, Vice Minister Oishi?"

Sakura Fubuki asked.

Oishi Shuichiro, who had been distracted by looking elsewhere, quickly came back to his senses, looked down at the race list in his hand, and said,

"Of course."

"The final battle is between the captains, so please show some mercy~"

Echizen Ryuga sat uninhibitedly on the low table next to the sofa, looking at the event schedule in his hands and chuckled.

Oishi Hideichiro was a little confused.

Tezuka Kunimitsu said, "Please give me your guidance. I hope we can have an exciting game and a wonderful game."

“Heh~”

Echizen Ryuga chuckled and said with an ambiguous tone, "What a wonderful game~"

"I don't think you guys are so naive as to think that this time we are simply invited to a luxury cruise ship to play a tennis match, right?"

Dashi was stunned, "What?"

Sakura Fubuki held a cigar between her sturdy fingers and sat at the main seat with her legs crossed. Standing next to her was the muscular chef, who squinted his eyes and pointed at something.

“There’s no such thing as a free lunch.”

Tezuka Kunimitsu said coldly, "I'm not sure what you mean."

"In tomorrow's match, I hope you can lose to me on purpose."

"Hehe~" Echizen Ryuya laughed.

Oishi Hide looked incredulous and asked, "What did you say?"

Echizen Ryuga shrugged and kindly explained, "To put it simply, it's gambling on a tennis match."

Sakura Fubuki said proudly, "The practice matches during the day are just for the guests to see who they are staying with. After that, they will place big bets on the players they admire. This is the payout table for this time."

Sakura Fubuki looked at the odds table in her hand and sighed, "As expected of the legendary Qingxue Tennis Club, no matter which one, the odds are very low."

Echizen Ryoma blew a long whistle and asked in surprise, "So you guys are so popular?"

He flicked the paper with his slender fingers and said, "You're so much taller than me? I can't stand it~"

"That is to say, the lower the odds, the more customers are betting on you."

Tezuka Kunimitsu put down the paper in his hand and bluntly revealed the unfinished words underneath, "In other words, as long as we lose the game, you, the provincial party committee organizer, will be able to make a lot of money, so... you want us to lose the game on purpose, right?"

"Yes, that's what I mean."

"Excuse me, Dashi, let's go."

Kunimitsu Tezuka felt a chill run down his spine. Almost at the same time as the other party finished speaking, he put down the paper in his hand, refused bluntly, and then stood up and left.

Echizen Ryomasa nonchalantly reminded them, "Hey, hey, hey? Where do you want to go? This is the sea, there's nowhere for you to escape, you know?"

Outside the door, the chef who had just left was waving a sharp knife and holding a plucked dead chicken in his left hand.

He pointedly stabbed the knife into the chicken's body and said, "Boss, we got a lot of good meat~"

"I won't harm you, just do what I say and hope to return to Japan safely, right?"

Oishi Shuichiro and Tezuka Kunimitsu frowned, but there was nothing they could do.

In the dark, Jingguang watched all this in silence.

That guy's voice in there sounds familiar?

We must have met somewhere.

I'll find a chance to find out later.

The evening breeze blows,

Jingguang lay on the balcony, quietly listening to the discussion of the Qingxue people above, without any sense of eavesdropping being immoral.

Oishi and Tezuka told everything that happened.

Fuji suddenly realized, "So that's what's going on..."

"No wonder, I still find it a little weird."