The venue for the Metropolitan Games was decided to be the Midori-no-Mori Park in Shincho-cho.

The weather in June is warm, pleasant and green.

A luxury bus stopped at the entrance of the park. Compared with the surrounding small or shabby "school buses" or rental vehicles, it was like a prince in gorgeous clothes coming to the slums.

"Look, look! Wow, a brand new and luxurious school bus. Which school is that?"

"Idiot, you don't know that? That's Hyotei Academy, they were the seed players in last year's tournament!"

"And that one seems to be for the tennis club only, not for the whole school?"

"Damn rich people, I'm so envious and jealous~"

"Mom and Dad, why didn't you work hard to become the first generation of rich when you were young? QAQ, so that I can become the second generation of rich."

"Brother, keep going. Maybe if you work hard, your son can become a rich second-generation."

"Forget it, I'll just put the pressure on my son and let him become the first generation of rich people."

"whispering sound--"

Of course, there are those who chat, and there are those who really care about the game.

"It's Hyotei. It's a famous tennis school. They've been a frequent participant in the Metropolitan Tournament and even the Kanto Tournament in previous years."

"Really? So awesome? But I see there's only one senior in there right now."

"Yeah, I heard that except for the third-year student, all the other regulars of Hyotei are first-year students..."

“Is this true or false?”

"Of course it's true."

"It looks like Hyotei is not going to make it..."

"That's right, a group of first-year students, how dare you come here? I'm afraid they can't even make it into the top ten, hahaha..."

“.......”

Listening to the whispers around them, Meido Ryo and Mukai Taketo's veins bulged. The young and energetic boys couldn't help but want to refute back.

"Let's go. Haven't you seen enough of those jealous faces? A king will never stop because of gossip."

Atobe Keigo glanced at them calmly, and those who were gossiping were shocked.

Oshitari Yuushi looked as leisurely as if he was strolling in a garden, but his words were clear and heart-wrenching: "I say, Meido, Yueren, why do you have to argue with these small fry? They are here for a day trip, not like us, who are here for the championship."

Everyone whispered: "......"

That first-year leader is so oppressive...

And that bespectacled guy speaks so arrogantly!

Who is on a day trip?

Mukaito couldn't help but give Oshitari a thumbs up: You are good at talking! Say more!

Jingguang followed behind his brother, looking straight ahead, automatically blocking out the noise from the outside world and immersing himself in his own world.

Earlier in his youth, under the advice of Mr. Hua, he had developed the habit of multitasking, allowing his brain and ears to automatically filter out the noisy sounds of the world.

Otherwise, with his memory, his brain would be overloaded and explode.

Combined with his memory palace, it is extremely useful.

"Ah, don't worry about it. We, the Ice Emperor, will prove ourselves with our strength. This is the most direct way to make those people shut up."

The young man who ruled the world walked with high spirits.

As they walked, the breeze blew up the corners of the teenagers' clothes, as if cheering them on.

"yes!"

Everyone's angry expressions changed and they responded excitedly.

Arriving at Stadium A, Hyotei Academy will have their first match here, against St. Rudolph’s High School, which is also a private school.

The third year who was the headmaster proudly shook hands with Keigo Atobe, "Please give me your guidance, my junior from Hyotei."

Opposite Jingguang was a boy with curly hair and a strange smile.

The man curled his hair with one hand and thought proudly as he shook hands with Keigo Atobe:

Uh-huh-huh~ My script is perfect, Hyotei, you guys are doomed to lose~

"Huh? Don't just be old. I hope you can bring us some different fun."