The Prince of Tennis - I'm Echizen Ryoma

"Echizen, haven't you forgotten what I said just now?" The game was about to start, and I was ready to play with the racket between my legs, and Kawamura began to repeat the old tune again.

"En." I responded briefly with the brim of my hat covering my eyes.

"Come on, Ryoma~" Fuji's gentle voice unexpectedly didn't make my skin crawl.

"I'm waiting for a fight, little one!" Kikumaru clenched his fist.You can't be relied on at all.

"Hey, don't get hurt." Take care of yourself, Taocheng.

"Even if we lose, the next game is Tezuka, let's go." Will I appreciate this kind of words?Dry!

Although I didn't say anything, I knew the minister was staring at me.Don't worry, there is no chance for you to perform this time.

Raising my head, I strode onto the field.

"Don't worry about losing..." Taocheng's voice was suddenly loud, "Ha, he's not that kind of person."

"Yes." Dry sighed.

"Ryoma-kun..." Horio's trio didn't know their expressions and thought they were holding a memorial service for me.

"It's here, Yakutsu!" "Ah, it's him?!" "The first-year student of Qinggaku should abstain, he will be killed..."

Amidst the horrified gasps of the audience, with their hands stuffed into the pockets of their sports pants and a racket inserted horizontally between their back and the crook of their arms, the defiant devil walked to the coach's bench.

"Akutsu-kun, please step forward!" the referee urged.

"Senior Yakutsu, hurry up." Outside the field, the little boy wearing a headband shouted anxiously.

"Don't order me!" His call was mercilessly interrupted by a cold voice.

Without looking at Bantian, Akutsu looked into the field and said in a hoarse voice, "Old man, as long as we win this game, is it enough?"

"Yes." Bantian didn't look at Akutsu either, but looked at the venue with a smile.

"Tennis can never cheer me up!" After categorically making this announcement, Akutsu strode onto the court swinging his racket.

"Senior Yakutsu!" The little boy who didn't get a response asked Bantian anxiously, "Coach, you said that it's enough to win this game, don't you mean..."

"Tan-kun~" Bantian was still smiling.

"Yes."

"Keep your eyes open and watch carefully, the battle between these two people." Ban Tian's voice became distant.

"kindness?"

"Maybe it will become an important game for your growth."

"For me?" The little boy looked puzzled.

On the field, Yajiujin has come with his head held high and his eyes closed, with his racket in his hands.

When he came in front of me, he paused, turned his head suddenly, opened his eagle eyes and looked down at me from above.

The shadow cast by the brim of the hat obscured my eyes.

With a wave of his long arm, his racket was pointed in front of me, and the wind blew my temples and shook it twice.

"According to the agreement, I will just play with you brat!"

Looking up into his eyes, my voice was steady and unwavering, "It's up to you."

"That arrogant bastard!" Haitang was upset.Does this count as cannibalism?

"That little man is in great trouble this time." "That lunatic will definitely torture him with tennis balls, what a pity." The audience's comments were full of sympathy.And I'm the object of sympathy...

"Hey, you, pay attention to your words and deeds!" The referee pointed at Akutsu.

Turning his head, Akujin glared with those fierce eyes, and immediately choked back the referee's voice.Raising the racket flat with one hand and squeaking the racket string with the other, Akutsu looked at the referee provocatively.

The referee quickly turned his head, "Two, let's start the game."

"What is that guy doing?!" Taocheng was indignant, "I wanted to find fault from the very beginning!"

"Sure enough, this game will be very difficult if it goes on like this." Kawamura's worry deepened.

"How dare you treat Young Master Longma like this! What kind of attitude is that!" Peng Xiang barked his teeth and claws.

"Very murderous...be careful, Ryoma-kun..." Sakurano was the same as Kawamura.

"It's a one-set match, Qing Xue Echizen serves."

In the eyes of everyone, I jumped up and swung my racket.At the same time as the ball was released, he flew forward.

"Serve and hit the net!" Gan's voice was an octave higher.

"What does he want to do?!" Taocheng turned pale with shock.

"Didn't you tell him not to go online!" Kawamura stomped his feet.

"What kind of a serve is that!" Yajiujin rushed forward and swung his racket vigorously, "This serve is not your unique skill!"

"Huh." With a chuckle, I turned my face obliquely and returned a short volley.

"Cut~" Akutsu continued to rush forward, "This kind of trick can't trouble me..."

He rushed to the net at high speed, and he swung his racket to catch it, "Don't underestimate me!"—he took the hook.

Leaping up in the air, I raised my left arm holding the racket flat, and raised my chin slightly. I looked down at the ball and the eyes that had just been raised behind the ball, "Shoot the ball A!"

His face changed instantly.

"Stop!" With a yell, I swung my arms to kill.

The ball hit his chin at the speed of light, and sent the tall body flying backwards. Within ten seconds of the opening, Akutsu dropped his racket and lay on his back in embarrassment.

"Ah—" In the silence, Kawamura suddenly exclaimed.

"Shooting the ball so closely and powerfully..." Gan tsk-tsk, his face full of sympathy.

Taocheng beside him stared blankly at the field with an expression of disbelief.

"As expected, like a father, like a son..." Bantian smiled.

"Do it, well done! Echizen!" "It's so satisfying! Wahaha!" Arai and the others yelled.

Amidst the roar of the audience, Ya Jiujin, who had suffered such a great humiliation, was trembling with anger, and sat up from the ground with the corners of his mouth twitching.

"Oh~ I'm sorry, I'm sorry, but—" With a swing of my left arm, the racket made a "huh" in the air, and I pointed at him flatly, "I advise you not to underestimate tennis!"

Yakutsu's staring eyes at me at this moment can definitely be used to shoot horror movies without makeup, and it is guaranteed to scare a lot of people to death.It's a pity that it's still useless to meet me, a non-ghostist.

"Hmph, ha, ha ha ha—" His eyes were full of killing intent, and he stared at me with a ferocious face and laughed wildly.That laughter was like a blood-sucking earl coming from the depths of a gloomy castle in the dark night, reverberating wantonly over the stadium in blue sky and daylight.

The author has something to say:

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