The Sleeping Prince's Romance

On the field, the match between Matsumoto and Atobe has already begun.

Many people didn't have any expectations for this game. After all, the two sides of the game were two first-year students, but the game was unexpectedly exciting.

Matsumoto's performance can be said to be quite satisfactory, not too brilliant, but it can also reach the level of quasi-final selection in the tennis club.

But Atobe was taken by surprise.

Agile movements, quick reactions, gorgeous moves...

Watching the tennis court is a visual feast, an extreme spiritual enjoyment, and some girls outside the court couldn't help but start screaming.

On the first day of school, after Jirou had his own admirers at the opening ceremony, Atobe's support team also began to sprout.

If it is gold, it will never be buried.

Of course, such Atobe Matsumoto is absolutely unstoppable, and Atobe has never known what it means to hold hands and what it means to save face for others. In less than half an hour, the game ended 6-0, which surprised some people. The score that people feared was over.

Those outsiders were naturally amazed, while those in the tennis club were all in fear, especially Qingshan.

To be able to become the head of the Ice Emperor's Tennis Department, Aoyama's strength is naturally not weak, and his analytical ability is also very strong.

It is because of this that in a short game, Qingshan realized a fact that frightened him——

His own strength seems to be slightly inferior to Atobe!

how can that be!

Aoyama is very unwilling to admit this fact. It is really a very painful and humiliating thing for Aoyama to let him be so proud to admit that he is not as good as a first-year freshman who is two years younger than him.

However, there was another small voice telling him that he really seemed to be inferior to that radiant young man on the field, and if he really played against him, he would probably lose.

lose?

Yes, this is what really scares Qing Shan.

Even as the head of the Hyotei Tennis Club, Aoyama knew that he was not the strongest in the Japanese middle school tennis world. After all, under his leadership, Hyotei did not win the national championship.

However, losing to others is one thing, but losing to Keigo Atobe is another!

Don't forget, I just agreed to Atobu's challenge. If I lose, then I will give up my position as head of the tennis department!

Being thrown down by a first grader, Aoyama could imagine how much he would be ridiculed in his school days.

Ice Empress is not a benevolent place. For the losers, it is already very good not to make trouble. I want to get their sympathy and pity...

That was too difficult!

Aoyama's complexion was very ugly, [-] times uglier than when he was challenged and belittled by Atobe just now.

However, even knowing that the chance of losing the match between himself and Atobe would be very high, Aoyama had to grit his teeth and play.

There were hundreds of students watching outside the court. If he ran away, he would really have no place in the tennis club.

"Can you hurry up and play?"

At this time, Atobe, who had just hit Matsumoto's land incompletely, pointed the racket at Aoyama again:

"The warm-up is over, I want to quickly make the entire tennis club my own."

Arrogant words, arrogant actions, the challenged Aoyama and the tennis team were furious, but the rest of the audience felt a strange feeling from the bottom of their hearts——

This kind of arrogant attitude, after having the corresponding strength... seems very handsome!

"Damn it, you actually said that the match with me is a warm-up!"

After listening to Atobe's words, Matsumoto, who had a dejected face, immediately jumped up as if someone had stabbed his buttocks with a needle:

"I'm going to teach him a lesson!"

"What do you teach the Ministry of Education?"

While handing a bottle of sports drink to the sweaty Matsumoto, Ogawa said in a down-to-earth manner:

"A fight?"

"Uh……"

Matsumoto, who was originally angry, was stunned, and immediately lost his energy like a deflated ball:

"Even if it's a fight, I may not win! But..."

Matsumoto's eyeballs rolled, and the original dull eyes became bright again.

"What bad idea are you thinking of?"

The familiar expression on Matsumoto's face made Xiao Chuan feel a very ominous premonition. Whenever Matsumoto showed this expression, it meant that he would do something stupid next.

"I'll let Jiro SAMA and Atobe Keigo fight, he will definitely kill Atobe Keigo to the bum!"

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Not to mention that Matsumoto is fantasizing about how to get Jiro to avenge him, but Atobe and Aoyama are already fighting on the field.

Aoyama is worthy of being the head of the powerful tennis school Hyotei, and his strength can be regarded as the best in Japanese middle school. After going all out, he also brought a lot of trouble to Atobe.

It's a pity that in the face of absolute strength, Qingshan slowly showed signs of decline, and gradually began to feel powerless.

The footsteps are getting heavier, the reaction is getting slower and slower, and the mistakes are getting more and more...

At this time, even people who don't know much about tennis can now see the result of this game.

After all, one seems to be able to do a job with ease, and the other is sweating profusely and embarrassed. Even if you don't look at the scores and don't know tennis, you can guess that Qingshan's loss is already set!

Sure enough, after Atobe jumped high after a smash, performed a double smash, and slammed the tennis ball on Aoyama's right wrist, the result of the game came out.

"6:4, the winner is Keigo Atobe."

After a member of the tennis club who acted as an interim referee struggled to say the result of the match, the match ended with Aoyama's defeat.

And what is about to unfold at the same time is a more splendid and glorious era belonging to Keigo Atobe.

Aoyama fell softly on the court, staring blankly at Atobe on the opposite side. Under the shining of the setting sun, Atobe's whole body was coated with a layer of golden light, like the dazzling Apollo sun god.

"Rondo of Destruction."

With a gorgeous tone, Atobe proudly said the last trick to end Aoyama.

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"Rondo of Destruction!"

Atobe's voice was not low, and the tennis court was very quiet at this time, so his voice directly penetrated the entire court and reached the ears of everyone outside the court.

At this moment, looking at the young man who was thought to be very arrogant in the field, he felt that his arrogance had also become handsome, and his narcissism had also become self-confidence.

Sometimes it is like this, for the winner, people will always be more tolerant and understanding, while the loser...

Looking at the Qingshan who was lying on the ground now, how many people still remember him?

"Atobe, Atobe, Atobe!"

Suddenly, bursts of cheers came from outside the arena, and the originally fragmented voice quickly became orderly and loud:

"Atobe SAMA!"

"SAMA Atobe is so handsome!"