Prince of Tennis: Advent of Hyotei!

"Investigate Ju Jiping?" Ye Shifeng said indifferently.

"Isn't it?" asked Atobe.

At the same time, Atobe looked at Rimi who was following beside him.

After all, this cousin who has been Ye Shifeng's follower since childhood should know something.

However, there was no change in Satomi's expression, and Atobe seemed a little disappointed.

When I turned my gaze back to Ye Shifeng's face, I found that he seemed to be smiling.

Moreover, there was a hint of disdain in his smile.

Atobe said in a slightly low voice: "Don't keep me in suspense, you bastard."

"OK OK."

Seeing that Toba was determined to get to the bottom of the matter, Ye Shifeng gave an explanation.

“I just looked up some information about the high school tennis world before coming to Japan.”

"He is well-known in Kyushu, so naturally I took a look at him."

"But considering his strength, it's not enough for me to pay special attention to him."

After hearing this answer, Tsuchiya was no longer hesitant.

Oshitari on the side said, "Come to think of it, the middle school tennis community should also have an opinion on Atobe, right?"

"But I didn't pay much attention to it before. I wonder if the minister noticed it?"

Speaking of which.

Ye Shifeng couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Haha! Of course this guy has comments."

"But I think that's not accurate. Atobe should be given the title of the most arrogant person in the middle school tennis world!"

Hearing this title, the corners of Atobe's mouth twitched.

"Humph!"

Atobe wanted to refute, but then he thought about how he had never won an argument since he met Ye Shifeng.

He simply snorted and changed the subject: "I said, didn't you prepare a car to take us back?"

"We've come a long way, how far do we have to go?"

As soon as these words came out, Rimi reacted immediately.

"Oh, sorry, I saw you guys were having such a 'pleasant' chat, I almost forgot about it."

"I'll call now and ask the driver to bring the car over."

Ye Shifeng also gave a reminder at this time.

"Next time you go somewhere, have the car wait for you."

Rimi nodded repeatedly.

"Yes."

……

After a while, a luxury bus arrived.

Everyone got in the car, relaxed, and closed their eyes comfortably.

After returning to Ye Shifeng's manor villa, everyone took a shower and went to rest.

Ye Shifeng put on a dark sports vest and came to the fully prepared tennis court.

Three of the latest ball-serving machines were turned on and a simple return shot was made.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The launch timing of the three machines was very close.

But the next moment, Ye Shifeng's counterattack was just as swift.

With the lateral movement of his feet and the rhythm of his swing, he skillfully hit three balls across half court.

"Bang Bang Bang!!!"

After ten sets of counterattacks in a row, Ye Shifeng finally stopped.

He pulled the controller out of his pocket and was about to make an adjustment.

At this moment, a familiar voice suddenly came from behind.

"You guys always like to train secretly behind our backs."

"No wonder you've always outgrown me and Leon."

The person who came was Atobe, who was also wearing a casual sports vest and did not seem to be sleepy at all.

Ye Shifeng smiled slightly and explained: "This is not called carrying, it's just a habit of mine."

At this time, Atobe's gaze was also directed towards the three machines.

I found that the serving speed shown above actually reached 195KM/H.

But as his gaze shifted, what shocked Atobe even more was a clearly visible mark that appeared on the opposite court.

That was obviously the mark left by Ye Shifeng during his training just now.

"Three balls, all landed in the same place?"

"Can I try this speed?"

Atobe was eager to try.

Although I have experienced Ye Shifeng's super high-speed serve before.

But he has never tried this kind of training method before, and mastering the time difference at such a speed is also a big challenge.

Not to mention, you also have to control the landing point of the ball, so that it all falls in the same position, which requires absolute sense of the ball and control of details.

Simply put, that is strength!

"Take it."

Ye Shifeng handed over his racket.

At the same time, he pressed the controller in his hand, reducing the speed to 180KM/H, and the interval was increased by 1 second.

Ye Shifeng walked to the sidelines and said, "If you are ready, I will turn on the machine."

Atobe took a deep breath, his eyes determined.

"bring it on."

Seeing that Atobe had entered the state, Ye Shifeng pressed the start button.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The three balls flew out at different times, and their speeds all reached the set value.

This speed is already an excellent level that non-professional players can achieve.

Atobe moved quickly, first hitting the first ball diagonally with his backhand, then quickly quickened his pace and hit a high forehand on the second ball that bounced after landing in the middle.

Then, he followed the momentum and moved forward, and at the moment when the ball on the right bounced to its highest point, he made a powerful spike from the backcourt.

Although the three balls were returned in different ways, they all ended up at the baseline of the right outer corner, leaving a mark.

"nice."

"It seems like you're getting the hang of it pretty quickly."

Ye Shifeng looked at Atobe's counterattack and praised him directly.

However, Atobe stood up straight and said slowly: "Adjust to the speed you just had."

Ye Shifeng was not surprised to hear this.

For a long time, Jibe has been a person who will never admit defeat easily, and he is very proud in his bones.

However, Atobe has the belief that can support his arrogance. No matter what the circumstances, he always looks like he is going to rule the world.

This is what Ye Shifeng appreciates the most.

Without saying anything else, he upgraded the machine to the same value he had just used.

And at this moment, Atobe's gaze became more focused.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

This time, the interval between the three balls was shorter and the speed of the balls was obviously much faster.

The rotation it brings is also more intense.

Because Ye Shifeng set up a topspin ball, the ball would bounce up after landing and would have an additional layer of acceleration.

The moment he received the ball, Tobe felt the heaviness transmitted from the racket to his arm, which was completely different from before.

"Ha! It's really interesting!"

Instead, Atobe became excited.

He still used his backhand to directly return the first ball, and then hit the second ball with a forehand top spin.

Both balls passed the net smoothly and landed where Atobe wanted.

“There’s one last one!”

"boom!"

Atobe took the biggest step possible.

However, when returning the third ball, his body posture had not yet been fully straightened and he obviously had not mastered it well.

"Clap!"

The ball failed to pass the net, hit the center net, and then fell down.

Seeing this scene, a trace of regret flashed in Atobe's eyes.

"It really is……"