Prince of Tennis: It's my system. My victory depends entirely on the host.

With the addition of junior high school students, the quiet U17 training camp began to become chaotic.

The extremely curious young people wandered around the training camp and had endless energy to spare all day long.

Ever since they learned that the coaches at the training camp would arrange shuffle games every day, the eager middle school students have been looking forward to the coaches arranging them into the games.

Unfortunately, when the reshuffled match list was announced, their wish was still unfulfilled.

The posted shuffle match match list only had the name of Takeshi Momoshiro.

"It seems that the coaches still have good vision!"

Momoshiro Takeshi winked at Ryoma Echizen. Although he didn't know why the coach only chose him, he might as well show off in front of Ryoma Echizen.

Echizen Ryoma didn't want to pay attention to his childish senior, so he rolled his eyes at Momoshiro Takeshi and left.

Anyone with a little common sense knew that this was a way for the coaches to dampen the morale of the junior high school students.

Taochengwu's strength ranking among junior high school students is average. If Taochengwu is defeated, at least half of the junior high school students will become wary.

This achieves the tense atmosphere that the coaches want to create. After all, today's junior high school students are too casual.

This is not the situation that the coaches want to see. Once you enter the training camp, you have to adapt to the rule of survival of the fittest in the training camp.

"Ah, the coaches' methods are still as bad as ever!"

Niou Masaharu, who had just finished exercising, was hiding under the shade of a tree, breathing heavily, with Shuji Tanejima's jacket on his head.

"Well, it's probably because I stay in the base all year round and rarely go out!"

Marui Bunta handed the refreshing drink to Niou Masaharu, who took it and drank it. Only then did he feel alive again.

The four first-year students in the field were being teased by Shuji Tanejima and Kazuya Tokugawa.

Ah, actually, the only one who was not serious was Shuji Tanejima. Tokugawa was still very serious about teaching the juniors of Rikkai University.

"So the next step is the elimination round. Will it be the same as before?"

Niou Masaharu pointed to the back mountain with a bit of reluctance on his face. The conditions in the back mountain were really not good. Once you go in, you will have to live like a savage.

The little fox, who is a bit of a germaphobe, doesn't want to go to the back mountain.

Marui Bunta naturally knew what he was thinking. To be honest, he didn't want Sanada to go through that kind of miserable life as a savage again.

Fortunately, this year Keigo Atobe argued with the coaches and arranged several camping tents in the back mountain, so even if we are eliminated in the back mountain, we don’t have to worry about sleeping in a damp cave.

"Don't worry, there are members of Hyotei in the back of the mountain who won't let them suffer."

Niou Masaharu rolled his eyes and thought of this rich old man, and he put his worries aside.

It was also the protective Ice Empire King who would not let his own members sleep in caves and eat bread.

Therefore, this reshuffle game specially arranged by the coaches did not cause any waves in the hearts of the Rikkai University players.

They continued to train step by step in the training camp according to the arrangements of Marui Bunta and Yanagi Renji.

This humble attitude made Kurobe Yukio, who wanted to see Rikkai University become a troublemaker, feel a rare sense of annoyance.

"Don't even think about it. Those brats are wicked and won't fall into your trap."

Saito Zhi was bored and twirled his pen while laughing at Kurobe who was frowning.

The group of boys from Rikkai University were not something they could control at will. Rather than controlling them, Saito Shige would rather see to what extent they could disrupt the training camp.

Sometimes he felt that this training camp was too boring. Letting the fierce lions from Rikkai University enter the training camp should be able to bring some vitality to the lifeless base, right?

Upon hearing this, the wrinkles between Kurobe Yukio's brows deepened. Why did he feel that his colleague was gloating?

Regardless of the coaches' plans, the match between Takeshi Momoshiro and Onijūjiro will still go on as scheduled.

When Gui took his golf club with only two strings onto the court, he caused amazement among many junior high school students.

Momoshiro Takenori naively thought that this anxious-looking senior had no chance to repair his racket in the training camp, so he kindly introduced him to a good place to repair his racket.

Kijujiro stared at Takeshi Momoshiro opposite him without saying a word. He turned around and walked to the baseline and stood there.

"You serve first."

Out of consideration for the younger generation, he gave the serve to Momoshiro.

Anyone who doesn't take advantage of an opportunity is a fool. Taocheng accepted Gui's humility and swung his racket hard to hit the ball with the intention of surprising the other party.

Naturally, Inui Sadaharu on the sidelines served as the commentator for this game.

He shared the information he had collected with everyone, introducing the oni senior who competed with Momoshiro as having the strength to lift a ton of stone.

"Then Taocheng is in trouble!"

Oishi Shuichiro looked worriedly at the serve that was easily returned by the ghost and couldn't help but speak out.

In fact, the game was completely one-sided.

Momoshiro Taketoku's vertical whip had no effect at all on Kijujiro.

His moves were even countered by the ghost with the same moves, but the ghost's strength was much greater than Momoshiro's.

The ball was wrapped in red flames and flew back to Taocheng's court. Taocheng, who caught the ball, was knocked to the ground with his racket due to the huge force.

Momoshiro Takeshi's pupils contracted unconsciously as he looked at his trembling hands, and shock appeared on his face.

This senior is really strong!

"Your hands must be numb! The game is already decided."

Kijujiro turned around and was about to leave the court.

"Senior, this game isn't over yet!"

Momoshiro Takeshi called out to the leaving Oni Jujiro, picked up the racket with his mouth, put it in his arms, and held the racket between his arms, wanting to continue the game with the Oni.

Kijujiro was moved by Momoshiro Takeshi's determined eyes and continued the game.

Then, Momoshiro Takeshi was repeatedly knocked over by the ghost's vertical whip.

For the last ball, Momoshiro Takeshi, who was no longer paralyzed, used a vertical swing again, but it was still easily hit back by the ghost.

But this time, Kijujiro found that the string in the middle of his racket had broken.

It was rare for him to look at the junior high school student sitting opposite him seriously.

Originally, he did not agree with the coaches calling up middle school students whose bodies were not yet fully developed.

But judging from today's game, it is not impossible if all the junior high school students have such tenacity.

As soon as the competition was over, Saito Shige, who had been looking for trouble, took out a loudspeaker and announced that the junior high school students could form free groups and start training.

Then the middle school students who were unaware of the situation found their favorite teammates as their partners.

Then the next second, Saito Shigeki, with a nasty and teasing smile on his face, asked the junior high school students to compete with the partners he selected, and the loser would be immediately eliminated from the training camp.

"Oh, why!"

The innocent Eiji Kikumaru's lips twitched, unable to hide his inner sadness.

"No reason, the game starts now!"

Saito announced coldly, and as he finished speaking, the staff on the court were ready to record.

This competition is not something that junior high school students can refuse.

While most people were still immersed in the sadness of playing in the knockout round with their teammates, everyone from Rikkai University had already walked onto the court and started the game with calm expressions.

"Wow, they showed no mercy to their teammates!"

Hyotei and Shitenhoji were not surprised to find that it was Kamio of Fudomine who said this.

"Anyway, I don't understand their love-hate relationship."

Meido Ryo straightened his long ponytail, his eyes revealing an indescribable confusion, as if he really couldn't understand what these people from Rikkai University were thinking.

The other junior high school students had the same thought. These people from Rikkai University were too harsh on their own teammates.