The Prince of Tennis - I'm Echizen Ryoma

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The narrator of this chapter is the protagonist—Hecun—the protagonist.The angle of view conversion is marked with *.

Song of the seventh volume:

Intertwined eyes in the thirsty wind

aim for tomorrow

Now adjust focus

hide alone night

past scars

fade away in the turbulent waves

let me ride the wind freely

let me change freely

shock your soul

Follow your heart's call

Chaoyang in the distance

shine a bright light on me

Beyond the shadows that linger in yesterday

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When I got home, I played ball with the smelly old man until dark as usual, had dinner, and went upstairs to review my homework.But today there is a feeling of uneasiness.Tomorrow is the competition, did you forget something?

Dressed up, I went downstairs.The old man was lying on the floor with his legs crossed and reading the newspaper, while Nanako's cousin was watching TV at the table.

"Give me the money, old man," I said, "I'm going out for supper."

Both turned their heads.

"Huh? Ryoma, you rarely go out at this time." Nanako was puzzled.

"Developed?" the old man muttered.

"Want to order takeaway?" Nanako's cousin asked.

"Need not."

The old man suddenly got excited.He sat up, put his chin on one hand, and looked at me with great interest, "Then, shall I go eat with Master Ryoma?"

"No." I refused.

"Ryoma, what do you want to eat?" Nanako asked curiously.

"... Sushi." I was a little out of breath.

"Okay." The old man agreed really readily.

Before leaving the house, the old man winked at me, "Youth~ If you're dating, you should go to a French restaurant to have a good mood~"

* "Aaron, you don't seem to be very energetic today, go to rest early." Dad looked at me worriedly.

"Oh." I replied, and I went upstairs to my room.

Leaning back in the chair, closing my eyes, Ajiujin's fierce eyes with a smirk on his mouth, and the boy's gauze-covered but bright-eyed face alternately appeared in my mind, making me toss and turn, restless.

"Aaron, come down!" Dad's high-pitched voice suddenly sounded from downstairs, "The first guest who wants you to make sushi is here!"

Walking down the stairs suspiciously, the lonely person sitting in front of the stage raised his head and looked straight at me with those clear eyes that could penetrate people's hearts.

Silently making sushi.Dad had already left.In the huge sushi restaurant, only me and the boy sitting across the counter were left.

"Senior Kawamura, don't you have anything to say to me?" The boy casually stuffed a piece of sushi into his mouth.The way he speaks is still sharp and direct.

She raised her eyes to look at him, then retracted her gaze under his staring amber eyes.Lowering my head, I continued making sushi.

"Hey, Echizen." After a moment of silence, I said slowly, "The first time I saw you, I thought I saw the second Akutsu."

My voice echoed low and low in the empty sushi restaurant.

The boy didn't say anything.

"Akutsu and I are classmates in elementary school. We used to learn karate together. When you saw it in the coffee shop, I wanted to persuade him to let go of Aigaku, but you saw it too. Maybe it's just me Still treat him as a friend..."

I looked up at the boy.From the point of view that no one is in the eyes and I am the only one who respects you, he is exactly like you.At that time, I was chasing after Akutsu just like Horio and the others chased you.

"In elementary school, he was different. No matter what sport he could pick up and master quickly. He had learned to play tennis from a famous coach, and he was already very good at tennis at that time.

However, his character easily provokes others.It is said that the senior students in the tennis club where he is not used to him.They found a junior high school student who had been trained in elite tennis since childhood and had a good record in big competitions to play against him.It is agreed that the party that loses will leave the clubhouse.

As a result, Akutsu beat the guy with a tennis ball and ran away with blood all over his face.Others said that Akutsu used despicable means to tarnish the game.Since then, Akutsu has never played tennis again.In his words, tennis is a boring game.

Later, in addition to karate, he tried many sports.His motor nerves are too developed, and no matter what kind of sport he is engaged in, he cannot find rivals among his peers, so he gets bored quickly.

Although he is a genius, he has never been devoted and enthusiastic enough to people and things..."

*Hearing this, my eyelids twitched.

"You mean the reason he's so hostile to me is because he sees himself in me?"

Kawamura shook his head, "I'm afraid what he sees in you is his ideal self in the past. But this ideal is what he wants to try to deny now, otherwise, he who gave up tennis would be a big joke. With his In character, this is absolutely intolerable."

"So," Kawamura said worriedly, "although he doesn't know why he started playing tennis again, but I'm sure, he will do whatever it takes to destroy you."

"Is Kawamura-senpai and Akutsu in a triangular relationship?" In the heavy atmosphere, I suddenly said this.

Kawamura, who was still full of melancholy just now, suddenly blushed and was at a loss, "That's not the case! You all misunderstood!"

"Yuki is Akutsu's mother!" he yelled.

"Yuki?"

"It's the woman you saw. She doesn't like being called aunt."

Part of why Akutsu is a bad boy, I think I kind of get it.

Leaving the sushi restaurant and walking on the street with neon lights, my thoughts are also shaking.

If I didn't enter Qingxue, but Fufufeng before.If I hadn't met the Minister, I had that thrilling duel with him.Will I end up being a second Yakutsu?This kind of thing that didn't happen in reality, to paraphrase Taocheng's words, I don't know~ I don't know~

Stopping in my tracks, I looked at a dark and flickering red dot in the shade of the street corner.

A big hand took it from his mouth, flicked the cigarette ash, and put it in his mouth again.On the mouth is a straight nose bridge.On the bridge of the nose, under the high eyebrows, a pair of eagle-like eyes are catching me with cold eyes.

Looking straight into those eyes, I strode up to him.

With a cold smile on the corner of his mouth, he squinted down at me, "Little brat, do you want to fight?"

Suddenly, I shot.

Looking at the cigarette that I tore off and threw on the ground and stepped on a crushed cigarette, Akutsu seemed to be stuck for two or three seconds.Then he finally came to his senses, grabbed my collar and lifted me high like a chest.

"You want to die? Brat!" he roared angrily.

It seems that it is not the first time to be picked up like this. Is the weight too light?

"I won't fight back." She looked at his furious face indifferently.Haitang's face has been seen too much, and he is immune to this kind of face.

"But, I'll crush you in tomorrow's Tokyo Metropolitan Finals!" I added calmly.

Staring at me for a second, Ajiujin suddenly raised his head and let out a wild laugh from his chest.

"Bold enough!" He lowered his head and raised his eyebrows at me, and he threw me against the wall with his hands.

Before leaving, he threw me a sneer of contempt, "I'll be waiting for you—don't cry tomorrow, brat!"