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

In early spring, after the severe winter, the ice and snow melted, and the green gradually revived. Kanagawa, which had been silent for a winter, regained its vibrant scene.

There was still a hint of chill in the air, but Marui Bunta could not feel any of it.

Marui Bunta, who had been jogging for five kilometers on the coastal highway, was panting rapidly. Seeing the familiar road sign 100 meters ahead, Marui Bunta accelerated to get closer to the goal.

After arriving at his destination, Marui Bunta took a short rest and patted his legs to relax his muscles.

A light orange sun slowly rises above the sea. Industrious seabirds are already hunting on the sea. The sea breeze blows towards us, taking away the scorching heat on Maruta's body.

Marui Bunta watched the scene quietly, his troubled thoughts finally becoming clear like combed silk threads.

It has been more than a month since he came back. Marui Bunta started every day in disbelief and fear, until yesterday when he finally got in touch with a white-haired fox.

Marui Fumita's panicked heart finally calmed down. It was great that both of them were still alive!

Marui Bunta was really fed up with the suffocating, uneasy and helpless feeling before death.

It would be ridiculous if people found out that two grown men were crushed to death by a bookcase after a fight over drinking.

The past cannot be retrieved, Marui Bunta decided not to dwell on the past, and all the things from his past life disappeared with his death.

After experiencing life and death, Marui Bunta felt that this was a chance for God to hear his prayers and give him a second chance, and he would definitely cherish it!

Feeling that he had rested well, Marui Bunta jogged back along the same path he had come, leaving a trail of footprints on the beach behind him. As the tide rose, those traces quickly disappeared.

It was already 7 o'clock when he got home. Marui Bunta quickly took a shower, dressed himself, and went to the kitchen to start cooking breakfast.

Following the healthy recipes provided by 001, Bunta Marui prepared a nutritious sports meal for himself that included both meat and vegetables.

What I cooked for my family was the fragrant seafood porridge and the steamed dumplings I made last night.

After bringing breakfast to the table, Marui Bunta went upstairs to wake up his sleeping family.

Marui Bunta knocked three times on his parents' door, and only opened it and went in after receiving his mother's gentle response.

There were only the mother and two younger brothers on the bed. The sound of washing coming from the bathroom must be the father.

Two-year-old Haoxiang had woken up and was rubbing his eyes in a daze. When he saw his brother standing in front of him, he immediately reached out to Marui Bunta for a hug.

Marui Bunta held Haoxiang in his arms and adjusted him to a comfortable position, then looked at his mother, "Mom, breakfast is ready. I'll take Haoxiang downstairs to eat first."

"Okay, thank you Marui Bunta, Marui Bunta is really a reliable brother!" Mrs. Marui felt warmed when she saw the two brothers loving each other.

Marui Bunta held his soft little brother in his arms and put him on the high chair. Haoxiang's baby food was already placed on the plate.

Two-year-old Haoxiang can basically eat independently, and the two brothers finish their breakfast almost at the same time.

Washing Haoxiang's face, changing his diaper, putting on his clothes, applying baby cream, after a series of actions, Haoxiang becomes a well-behaved baby that everyone loves.

Marui Bunta's father had just packed his briefcase, picked up Haoxiang, and looked up at the clock in the restaurant, "Bunta, aren't you going to meet your friends today? It's too late!"

When Bunta Marui saw that it was almost eight o'clock, he hurriedly put on the tennis bag on the shoe cabinet in the entrance hall, took the three-layer insulated lunch box and ran out. Before leaving, he reminded his father, "Dad, I left your lunch box on the dining table, remember to take it away."

Marui Bunta's father put his worries aside when he saw the lively Marui Bunta. His son had suddenly matured a lot in the past month and was always depressed. He thought his eldest son was depressed because there was suddenly a new member in the family.

Now that he sees Marui Fumita regain his energy, Marui’s father feels so glad that his eldest son is okay!

Afraid of missing the train, Marui Bunta ran to the station as fast as he could and finally caught up with the train in the last half minute.

Marui Bunta adjusted his rapid breathing and walked to a less crowded part of the carriage. He held the handrail with one hand and held his phone with the other hand to send a message to the white-haired fox.

"I'm already on the train and it'll be here in an hour. Where are you?"

Less than half a minute after the message was sent, Marui Bunta received a reply from Nioh.

"I still have an hour. Please wait for me at the station entrance when we get there."

Bunta Marui looked at the flip phone in his hand and opened his email to check the reply from the publishing house.

As an adult, Bunta Marui found it difficult to adapt to the days of having to ask his parents for pocket money, so he returned to his old job, rewrote his novels and submitted them to some famous novel publishing houses.

A few days ago, he received replies one after another, but Marui Bunta did not answer in a hurry. Instead, after many comparisons, he chose an old publishing house as his partner.

This publishing house has a good reputation, and its authors have the most freedom in writing.

Considering the future film and television adaptation of this novel, Marui Bunta decided to sign with this publishing house. However, this requires Marui Bunta's father to have free time to sign the contract, because Marui Bunta is a minor now.

The train sped along the track. Marui Bunta looked at the sparse green outside the window with an expressionless face and a low pressure emanating from his whole body.

Just now, 001 sent Niou Masaharu's physical data to Marui Bunta. Unexpectedly, Marui Bunta found his friend's physical values ​​marked in red.

In just one month, Niou Masaharu developed many minor problems such as muscle strain and malnutrition.

That guy must be overtrained!

Thinking of the awkward guy in the training camp who would rather break his left hand than not let go of the Phantom, Marui Bunta felt so depressed that he had no place to vent.

Through 001, he learned that the world he lived in was an anime adapted from a comic, and that he, Marui Bunta, was a member of the biggest villain camp on the protagonist's road to success.

However, the audience is full of resentment towards Rikkai University's failure, and in order to satisfy the audience's wishes, many cannon fodder counterattack systems have been developed to slap the protagonist in the face and reach the peak of their lives.

Marui Bunta was one of the chosen ones. He scoffed at 001's words. He never cared about being cannon fodder. All he cared about was this precious chance to start over.

Marui Bunta lowered his eyes to hide the cold light in his eyes. Is Qingxue the so-called protagonist?

He doesn't care who is the protagonist. Whoever stops Rikkai University from winning three consecutive championships this time, Marui Bunta will kill him if he meets a god or a Buddha!

Before that, let him deal with a disobedient white-haired fox!

Bunta Marui listed a series of punishments for Niou Masaharu in his mind, and soon the train pulled into Tokyo Station.

Marui Bunta followed the crowd out of the station and saw the conspicuous Niou Masaharu at the exit.

Niou, who has not dyed his hair yet, still has silver-gray hair. The outstanding appearance of the young man attracted the attention of many passers-by. The boy still hunched his back, leaning against the fence nonchalantly, with a blank look in his eyes.

Marui Bunta approached Niou silently and reached out to pinch Niou's slender arm muscles.

An indescribable pain came over him, and Niwang grimaced in pain. Just as he was about to raise his hand to deal with the person who grabbed his arm, he looked up and saw that it was an old acquaintance.

"Marui Pig, what are you doing? It hurts!" Niou angrily slapped Marui Bunta's hand away and rubbed his arm.

"Stinky fox, next time I see you training recklessly, your drink will be Liu's nutritious juice. I mean what I say. I believe your mother will like the nutritious menu I prepare for you!"

Marui Bunta stood in front of Niou with his arms folded and his face sullen. Originally a head shorter than Niou, Marui Bunta exuded an aura that was not to be trifled with, so Niou Masaharu dared not resist.

Marui Bunta, who had originally agreed to play tennis with Niou, found that Niou was in very bad condition. Marui Bunta came to the street tennis court with Niou, pressed Niou on a chair at the side of the court and gave him a full body massage.

In order to teach Niou a lesson, Marui Bunta deliberately used a little more strength. Niou, who was held down by Marui Bunta, went through torture, and his waist and legs ached, and he let out a shrill whine.

After the massage, Niou Masaharu had become a useless fox.

Marui Bunta took out the three-layer insulation box from the tennis bag and handed it to Niou, then walked to the grass next to him and lay down comfortably to rest.

Marui Bunta also put a lot of effort in massaging Nio just now. After a whole set of muscle relaxation massage, not only Nio was sweating profusely, but Marui Bunta also sweated a lot.

Renwang, who had not eaten breakfast, opened his lunch box, which was filled with fragrant buns and steamed dumplings. He opened the second layer, which was filled with fruits, and the third layer was filled with low-fat cakes.

Seeing the low-fat cake, Niou paused, "Marui Pig, are you trying to lose weight? You don't even want to eat strawberry cake?"

Marui Fumita glanced at Niou and said calmly, "Well, I have decided to pursue a career in professional tennis, so I have to prepare early."

Niou Masaharu suddenly raised his head and looked at Marui Bunta who had a calm face. He opened his mouth but didn't know what to say.

Ignoring Niou's silence, Marui Bunta stretched out his hand to block the dazzling sunlight and spoke again: "Stinky fox, let me tell you a story about the son of a legendary tennis player. He came back from the United States and entered his father's school..."

As the story of Marui Bunta came to an end, Nio's face became more and more gloomy. How could a cunning man like Nio not hear that the protagonist of this story was the talented samurai's son - Echizen Ryoma?

"So, the world we live in is an anime? Then we are the legendary cannon fodder?" Nioh smiled contemptuously and threw a grape into his mouth.

Marui Bunta stood up, brushed off the grass debris on his body, took out a tennis racket from his tennis bag and gently tapped Niou's arm.

"Hurry up and finish eating. We are lucky today. We met someone who is here to give us experience. Don't think about anything else!"

Niou followed Marui Bunta's line of sight towards the entrance of the tennis court. She had flaxen hair, a slender figure, and smiled with squinted eyes. Oh, it's an acquaintance!

Niou suddenly became interested. He ate the bun in a few bites, put the lunch box away and put it back into Marui Bunta's tennis bag.