"Well, I don't know if he will play, but I saw that he is in the starting team."

"You didn't say his arm was injured?"

"Um."

"Okay, that's their own choice. It has nothing to do with us. Go do your training today, Jingguang. Also, for the half hour wasted, double your training to make up for it."

"Yes, Minister."

The naughty boy saluted and stood at attention.

"Go now!"

"hey-hey."

The young boy held a tennis racket, looked around the venue, chose a secluded place with a serving machine, walked up to the serving machine, turned on the switch, and started training.

Four hours later,

“Boom——”

“Boom——”

“.......”

At some point, everyone else had stopped, and only Jingguang was still concentrating on training.

In the first hour, it only started one ball machine, and the speed gradually increased from 150km/h to 210km/h.

After half an hour, one machine could no longer satisfy him.

Added another one,

An hour later, another one was added...

Knowing that it was time for lunch, everyone, hungry as they were, stopped practicing one after another. The sound of hitting the ball in the corner began to become noticeable.

Those who noticed began to gape in amazement.

Yuushi Oshitari couldn't help but stop practicing, approached Atobe Keigo who was standing on the sidelines wiping his sweat and watching Keimitsu practice, and asked: "Atobe, aren't you being too strict with Keimitsu? Three high-speed serving machines at a time, isn't that hard for you to do?"

"That's right, Atobe. Isn't Jingguang too pitiful? Does he have to be exploited by you like this?"

Mukai Gakuto also covered his mouth, hid behind Oshitari with a look of horror, and gave his support.

But they dare not show up, for fear that they will be treated like that!

"Ah, what are you talking about? How could I do something like that?"

"Then how come Jingguang has so much practice?"

"He's half an hour late for practice, isn't it normal for him to be doubled? That's the rule of the tennis club."

Atobe Keigo said sternly, "Even if it's me, I can't violate that."

However, if the training volume is just doubled, Jingguang should have finished it long ago, right?

What's going on?

The eldest young master frowned, somewhat puzzled.

"One time... no?"

Oshitari Yuushi seemed to have thought of something, and looked at Atobe with wide eyes: "Atobe, didn't you tell Jingguang that the training volume should be according to the school training schedule?"

"Hmm? What do you mean?"

"Don't you know? Jing Guang recently made a new personal training schedule for himself. It's not the one he gave you. It's in his locker. I saw it once by accident. It's more than the training volume of you and me combined."

So, if Jingguang doubled the amount according to that table...

No wonder it hasn’t ended yet.

"Jingguang, that's enough, take a break, it's time for lunch."

Atobe Keigo frowned, a little worried that his younger brother might not be able to handle it.

He has been so busy lately that he didn't even notice that his brother's training schedule had been updated.

The hitting of balls and the sound of footsteps stopped.

The only sound was the ball machine spraying tennis balls continuously.

"Huh? Aren't you guys training anymore? Or are you done with your training?"

The young man Jingguang wiped the sweat from his forehead and asked breathlessly.

"Such a high-intensity training, three and a half hours, and you're just a little out of breath?"

Oshitari Yuushi discovered the bright spot, "Kagemitsu, could it be that you are the monster hiding the deepest?"

In terms of physical strength, Hyotei is probably unbeatable.