Chapter 47: Set Up

The matches of the following two days.

Fudomine Middle School vs Tenshindo Fifth Middle School, winning 3‑0 overall, with two doubles 6‑3, 6‑0, and a singles 6‑0.

Budongfeng Middle School vs Narumi Academy, winning 3‑0 overall, with doubles 6‑4, 6‑2, and singles 6‑1.

The fifth day finally arrived.

"So cool!"

After getting off the bus, Shenwei Ming closed his eyes to enjoy the breeze blowing his way, his dark‑red hair gently trembling.

Today's match will decide the allocation of spots for advancing to the Kanto Tournament.

At this moment, Seigaku, Ice Emperor, Yamabuki, and Sheng Lu Dao Fu have all arrived at their respective venues, actively preparing for the upcoming matches.

At the A Area venue, Coach Ryuzaki wore a hint of surprised delight.

During this period, Seigaku's matches have gone exceedingly smoothly; the early rounds were a clean sweep with no sign of trouble.

The coordination between Daishi and Kikumaru is especially spirited; their synergy is evident in both offense and defense.

Coach Ryuzaki believes that after some time of polishing, Daishi and Kikumaru can definitely match Yamabuki's doubles pair, which largely compensates for Seigaku's weakness in doubles,

Meanwhile, at the B Area venue, Ice Emperor's cheer squad occupied almost the entire spectator seats; before the match even began, the thunderous cheers already rang up to the heavens.

This astonishing momentum directly added immense pressure to the opponents' minds.

"For a match like this, having the Remnant Division bring the second team is enough, right, Kawachi?" the Remnant Division lifted its chin slightly, the tear mole under its right eye flashing with confident light.

"Right." Kawachi's voice is always so deep, and he absolutely believes everything the Remnant Division says.

C Area venue.

"The Budongfeng Middle School vs Sheng Lu Dao Fu Academy match is about to begin."

In the broadcast, the referee's voice came out accompanied by faint electric hums, and the two teams walked onto the court and shook hands at the net.

"Please guide me, Chief Jiecheng." Guan Yue Chu, with a slightly mischievous smile, extended his right hand toward Jiecheng Wu.

Jiecheng Wu gave a slight smile and shook his hand: "You're welcome, let's exchange ideas."

Seeing Jiecheng Wu's composed demeanor, Guan Yue Chu curled the corner of his mouth and thought to himself.

"Heh heh, I hope you can still smile later."

Returning to the players' bench, Jiecheng Wu silently watched Guan Yue Chu's back, raised his right hand and gave a light wave to the few behind him, saying in a calm tone,

"Give it your all in this match!"

"Oh oh oh!"

Hearing Jiecheng Wu's words, the few sounded like wolf pups eager for meat, letting out excited shouts.

These past few days they've been keeping things hidden, which really made them impatient.

Especially Neicun Jingjie; yesterday against Narumi Academy, the score was tightly chased by the opponent, and the two almost lost.

This made him feel extremely aggrieved.

"Give Budongfeng a welcome gift, but don't waste my intel." Guan Yue, elegantly crossing his legs, narrowed his eyes, his tone icy.

Although his exterior seemed calm, his heart kept pounding, eager to see what would happen next.

Pinning a national‑level master who defeated the Ice Emperor Remnant Division at the Du Da Sai is not an opportunity that comes around casually.

"Yes!" Both doubles players were equally confident; this intel was more detailed than any before.

With their strength, losing is impossible.

"First, we'll hold the No. 2 doubles match, a single set decides the winner, with Sheng Lu Dao Fu Academy serving!"

The match begins.

Sheng Lu Dao Fu serves first.

Bang!

Guan Yue Chu's eyes flickered; the tennis ball's spin was good, and the rebound angle after landing was the inside spin that Sen Chende least excels at.

"The probability of scoring this ball without contact is eighty percent, and the probability of catching it and driving straight to the backcourt is fifty percent."

Before finishing the sentence, Sen Chende moved; after the ball bounced, he sidestepped, pulled his body, and immediately swung his racket.

Bang!

A slanting pull straight hit the left baseline, the tennis ball drawing a beautiful curve in the air.

"0-15!"

The referee's voice rang out in time.

Because of their trust in Guan Yue Chu, the two Sheng Lu Dao Fu players didn't even attempt defense, thus directly losing the point.

The first rally already deviated from the plan, and Guan Yue Chu's face instantly went stiff.

"Is the gathered intel incomplete?"

That thought flashed up then vanished instantly; he has absolute confidence in his intel‑gathering ability.

Accidental mishaps during a match are normal.

Guan Yue Chu gave the players on the court a hand signal, indicating the plan should proceed as usual.

But for some reason, he felt a bad premonition.

Bang!

A sharp slice sent the tennis ball soaring toward a point three meters to Neicun Jingjie's left hand.

"Based on his speed, the probability of catching this ball is zero."

Guan Yue Chu furrowed his brows, his gaze solemnly fixed on Sen Chende's figure.

Swish!

Before the ball hit the ground, a black silhouette suddenly appeared ahead of it—it was Neicun Jingjie—pressing his racket forward and striking the ball back.

Bang!

0-30!

Bang!

Budongfeng breaks serve.

"Game, Budongfeng Middle School Neicun Jingjie and Sen Chende, 1-0."

Bang!

"Game, Budongfeng Middle School Neicun Jingjie and Sen Chende, 6-0."

"Match over, Budongfeng Middle School wins, total score 1:0!"

Both players gave their all; in just fifteen minutes they made the Sheng Lu Dao Fu player with incomplete data drink a harsh cup.

Immediately after, the second doubles match ended even faster.

Shenwei Ming and Shitian Tie clinched the match in thirteen minutes.

"Damn, got set up."

After two matches, how could he not know what happened? He'd been shooting birds all day, and today he finally got pecked in the eye.

Guan Yue Chu bit his fingernail, his eyes fixed on the expressionless Jiecheng Wu, his complexion extremely grim, the chill radiating from him making others dare not approach.

Seeming to sense Guan Yue Chu's gaze, Jiecheng Wu turned his head and, following the direction of the stare, flashed a bright smile.

"Heh heh. He."

This blatant mockery, the glaring smile, was like a hammer shattering Guan Yue Chu's pride; he instantly gritted his teeth and stood up.

As an information expert, he actually lost on the most prideful intelligence.

"This humiliation, I will repay properly to Yiwu Shen Si in the upcoming Single Match No. 3."

His gaze lingered toward Budongfeng's player bench.

Sure enough, as he expected, the dark‑blue‑haired Yiwu Shen Si rose from his seat.

Their gazes met.

"Next, the Single Match No. 3 will commence."

"Yiwu Shen Si of Budongfeng Middle School versus Guan Yue Chu of Sheng Lu Dao Fu Xueyuan."

"Both players, please prepare."

"Front or back?" Guan Yue Chu asked first.

"Back!" "Back!"

Before Yiwu Shen Si could speak, Guan Yue Chu had already guessed what he would say.

"Your probability of choosing the back side is eighty‑nine percent."

Guan Yue Chu gave a meaningful smile, a hint of chill in his eyes.

"But unfortunately, this time it's the front side."

In response to Guan Yue Chu's provocation, Yiwu Shen Si slightly lifted his gaze, his heart unruffled, recalling the information Jiecheng Wu had given.

Information Tennis gathers the opponent's intel in advance, then attacks their weak points.

Walking back to the backcourt, Yiwu Shen Si turned and gave Guan Yue Chu a deep look.

My weakness? Interesting.

"The match begins, with Guan Yue Chu of Sheng Lu Dao Fu Xueyuan serving; one set decides the winner!"

Pop! Pop! Pop!

The tennis ball kept bouncing up and down on the ground, and when it fell again, Guan Yue Chu grabbed it tightly.

A chilling voice came from his mouth.

"You will never beat me!"

Chapter three failed, I am fw

(End of chapter)