Encountering Momoshiro, Provocation

Tezuka walked into the locker room and looked at his left hand.

His eyes flickered.

Could his left hand bear the heavy burden of Seigaku?

Tezuka was trying to pull the zipper of his tennis bag with his left hand, but a sharp pain shot through his arm. He immediately gripped his wrist with his right hand!

His expression was full of pain!

"Mmm~, it's no good anymore?"

Looking at his left arm, Tezuka's eyes held worry, but more than that, determination!

At this moment, he suddenly remembered a small bottle that Chiba Yun Chuan had given him.

He reached into his right jacket pocket and took it out. It was a spray bottle, and Tezuka couldn't understand the writing on it, but he guessed it was some kind of spray for hand injuries!

Surgery might not even fix it, let alone a small spray! Thinking this, Tezuka wanted to put the spray back in his pocket.

But then he suddenly remembered Chiba Yun Chuan's expression and what he had said.

Let's give it a try!

So he took off his jacket, picked up the spray, and sprayed it on the injured part of his left arm.

Pfft pfft pfft

As the spray hit his hand, Tezuka felt a warm sensation from the injured area of his left hand.

This was completely different from the usual stinging pain. He felt like his left hand had never felt better!

Could it really be this effective? Tezuka was astonished. He immediately walked over to his tennis bag, opened it, and took out his racket.

Then he swung it a few times with his left hand.

"How is this possible! There's no discomfort at all! What is this stuff!" Tezuka brought the spray bottle from his right hand closer to examine it carefully!

Meanwhile, Chiba Yun Chuan was searching for a shop on the street.

He had been looking for a long time but couldn't find one. He thought there should be many.

So he patiently continued his search, and sure enough, after walking a short distance, he found a shop selling tennis equipment.

Chiba Yun Chuan walked straight in and began to browse.

"Welcome, please look around!"

The shop owner looked somewhat familiar, but Chiba Yun Chuan couldn't recall where he had seen him before.

At the same time, Momoshiro Takeshi, a first-year at Seigaku, also arrived at the shop. His wristband had broken today, and he planned to buy a new one!

So he had taken the day off! Since he often came to this shop to buy things, he was quite familiar with it.

"Hello, boss. Sorry to bother you."

"Ah, you're back, young man. What are you looking for today?"

"I accidentally broke my wristband. I have training coming up, so I was planning to buy a new one. Do you still have any?"

"Wristbands, huh? It seems there's only one left. You can go get it yourself."

"There's only one left? Then I'm really lucky! I'll go get it now." After saying that, he walked towards where the wristbands were kept.

At the same time, Chiba Yun Chuan also spotted the wristband and reached for it.

Two hands grabbed the wristband simultaneously.

Momoshiro saw that someone else wanted it too. He first glanced at Chiba Yun Chuan, then at the tennis bag on his back.

He knew he was also a tennis player, but since there was only one left, he didn't want to give up!

At this moment, Chiba Yun Chuan was wearing Hyotei's regular member uniform, but Momoshiro didn't seem to recognize him.

"Sorry, classmate. I grabbed this wristband first. Could you possibly let me have it? Please."

After speaking, Momoshiro voluntarily released his hand and bowed deeply.

Although they were separated by a shelf, they could see each other. The moment he got the wristband, Chiba Yun Chuan saw Momoshiro.

Momoshiro at this moment looked no different from his anime counterpart, with his signature spiky hair and standard features.

His bright eyes were very likable, but Chiba Yun Chuan wouldn't back down because of that!

"Even if you buy this wristband, it's useless! First-year students at Seigaku can't play in matches, am I right? Momoshiro, the first-year at Seigaku?"

Although Chiba Yun Chuan's words were casual, they were extremely hurtful!

This was indeed Seigaku's rule, and no one could refute it.

"Who are you? So what if I can't play?" Momoshiro's voice lacked confidence.

"I'm looking forward to the match against Seigaku, but unfortunately, if you want to play, it will be next year.

After all, Seigaku isn't Hyotei. First-years can only pick up balls!

What a shame!"

Seigaku will ultimately be defeated by Hyotei!

Prepare to face defeat, Seigaku Tennis Club's future second-year regular member, Momoshiro Takeshi." After speaking, Chiba Yun Chuan took his wristband and walked outside.

"Wait, who are you, and why are you saying that!

Are you a Hyotei member?

Do you dare to have a match with me?"

Looking at the arrogant Chiba Yun Chuan, Momoshiro issued a challenge!

"Oh? A match? Forget it, you're too weak right now. I don't want to be accused of bullying a first-year,"

Chiba Yun Chuan didn't answer but lightly chuckled as he refused.

He waved goodbye as he spoke.

"Boss, how much is this pair of gloves?"

"Uh, three thousand!"

After paying, Chiba Yun Chuan slowly walked out of the store.

"You just wait! I'll show you that first-years aren't just ball boys!" At this moment, Momoshiro clenched his fists, his inner struggle intense!

Hearing Momoshiro's words, Chiba Yun Chuan slowly turned back.

"See you at the match tomorrow."

After speaking, Chiba Yun Chuan slowly walked away, leaving Momoshiro with only his proud back!

"This guy, Hyotei? Tomorrow I'll show you the strength of our Seigaku!"

Metropolitan Tournament match venue.

It was ten in the morning, time for the Metropolitan Tournament participating teams to report.

One by one, teams arrived at the venue, causing waves of commotion.

At this time, Seigaku's regular members, led by Ryuzaki Sumire and Tezuka, were slowly entering the competition area.

"Look, look, Seigaku is here! Their uniforms are so nice!"

"Seigaku won their district preliminaries. They say they only lost one game, and all the others were six-zero!"

"Especially their Captain, Tezuka Kunimitsu, he's a nationally ranked player!"

"Is that the genius Fuji Syusuke walking behind Tezuka Kunimitsu? He's so handsome."

"Seigaku's presence is so strong, especially Tezuka Kunimitsu."

"Go Seigaku!"

As the Seigaku members entered, the surrounding discussions grew louder.

"Captain, you and Fuji are really popular. Everyone's talking about you," Inui said as he walked.

"Oishi, I heard them complimenting you too," Kikumaru joined Inui in teasing.

"Everyone be quiet, we're about to report in."

Tezuka's serious tone stopped their conversation.

"Yes."

At Tezuka's words, the team instantly fell silent.

Then, under Tezuka's lead, they slowly walked towards the reporting desk to register.