The Prince of Tennis - I'm Echizen Ryoma

"You really like milk~" Early on Sunday morning, the old man looked at the three bottles of milk in front of me and smacked his lips.

"It's not what I want." I gnawed on the sandwich angrily.

"I even customize recipes for you, this is really a considerate senior~" Nanako looked at my training menu with emotion.

"Really..." You wouldn't say that if you had tasted his dry juice.

"Is it a prison scandal? It's not okay to treat prisoners like this~" The smelly old man stared at the newspaper in front of him, looking worried about the country and the people.

"Uncle, please don't read the newspaper while eating!" Nanako's cousin took the newspaper away from the old man's hand, revealing a colorful adult magazine underneath.

"Uncle, what are you looking at!" The good-tempered cousin Nanako was also angry.Sweat dripped down the old man's face.

Gu Zi was eating breakfast, and I have long been used to the old man's behavior.

"Hurry up and eat breakfast, and then go to the yard to weed!" Nanako's cousin walked out of the restaurant with a straight face.

"Cut, we still need to weed~ What a hassle~" the stinky old man scratched his ears and muttered, and glanced at me, "That's right!"

"Youth! You rest today! Why don't we have a double weeding?" He rushed over.

"Ah? Why do I want it too?" I stared at him.

Putting on my hat, my red sweatshirt, and my tennis bag, I stepped out, "I'm leaving~"

"Hey, where are you going? Teenager~"

Turning my head, I glanced sideways at the guy who was too lazy to get out of the water, "You solve it yourself!" I closed the door directly.Just kidding, the rare Sunday actually wants me to stay at home and do labor.The stinky old man is on vacation every day anyway, so if you do more, you won't die!

Walking along the river bank, you can see Haitang half squatting with a sweat towel around his neck from a distance.The green turban on his head is too eye-catching.

He was staring at a puppy circling him in front of him.After hesitating for a while, he reached out to the puppy.

"Ah! Stop it! What are you trying to do to my Ba Lili!" With a scream, a lady wearing glasses rushed towards her.

"Are you okay? Ba Lili!" She picked up the whining puppy, turned around and left, "It's really dangerous, you can't get close to such a vicious person! I don't know what he will do to you ..."

Haitang's dumbstruck look at the figure walking away with one hand outstretched made me laugh out loud, "What are you doing? Senior Haitang~"

"Dam, of course it's a long-distance run!" He turned his head away with a flushed face.

Smiling with my head down, I planned to walk past him.He also stood up and planned to go forward, but coincidentally, he just stopped in front of me.

Looking up at him, I took two steps to the side.Unexpectedly, he also took two steps to the side.After staring wide-eyed and small-eyed for a long time, I took a step to the side, and this guy also took a step as if telepathic.

No matter how I sway left and right to go around, he will copy my movements like a mirror.If it weren't for the increasingly surprised expression on his face, I would suspect that he did it on purpose.

After glaring at him, I finally got impatient and simply ran to the embankment.That guy glared at me imitatively, and even ran up side by side with me.

"Yeah——" two people, you don't let me, I don't let you, and it turned into a long-distance race of sprinting speed...

He rushed into a street park with Kaitang, and suddenly a loud shout came from the side, "Ah, it's Echizen Ryoma!"

I stopped in surprise, and four or five little boys ran past me, "It's really him!" "So strong! Looks amazing!"

"Yue, Echizen Ryoma?" Haitang looked inexplicably at the children cheering around him, at a loss.

"It's really the first-year selection of Qingxue!" "He is the one who kills all the seniors from other schools even though he is only a first-year!"

"What are you talking about? I am..."

Haitang's words were interrupted neatly by a child, "There's no need to hide your identity, there's your photo on it!" He handed over a copy of "Tennis Monthly".

Looking over, a large headline on one page read: Rising Stars in Middle School Tennis!There is a photo in the center of the article, and there is a line of text on the photo: Echizen Ryoma-kun (year-old).And that photo was indeed Haitang's headshot!

"This, what is this..." Haitang popped out snake eyes.

"Wow, it's unbelievable, Haitang has become a little bit~" A playful face with OK stretched out suddenly appeared from the side.

"Ju, Kikumaru-senpai, why are you here?" Kaitang instinctively felt bad.

Kikumaru glanced at the magazine for himself, and suddenly realized, "Ah, it turns out that Miss Zhi was the one who took the material~" (Author: For those who forget this person, see Chapter [-].) He leaned over to Haitang, "She must have made a mistake. , that person is always in a daze~"

Then he patted Kaitang on the shoulder hard, and Kikumaru had a narrow smile on his face, "That's really good, Echizen!"

"Wait, wait a minute, senior!" Kaitang looked anxiously at Kikumaru.

"What, this guy isn't very good~" A little boy in a striped shirt suddenly sang a different tune, "Compared to this guy, the big brother next door is much better!"

"Echizen Ryoma is invincible! He won't lose!" A boy with a pot head cropped his fist and retorted loudly.It seems that the poison of Chinese magazines is relatively deep...

"Hiro knows Echizen Ryoma in the most detail." "After reading this magazine, I became your most loyal fan!" The other two looked at Kaitang with smiles on their faces.

"You guys, don't say those superfluous things!" The pot head blushed.As he said this, he sneaked a glance at Kaitang with shining longing eyes.

Haitang was stunned by him, and hurriedly defended, "Well, that, I'm actually not Echizen Ryoma!"

"Ryoma-kun, stop pretending~" I closed my eyes, put my hands on the pillow, and I had a smirk on my face, "There are photos to prove that you are Echizen Ryoma~"

"This bastard!" Haitang stared at me and cursed in a low voice.

Sensing the gaze, I opened my eyelids.

A short-cut boy who looked to be only four or five years old was aiming at me with his big clear eyes.He is obviously much younger than his seven or eight-year-old companions, and he feels subtly out of place compared with his companions.

Didn't he see any flaws?I suddenly thought so for no reason.

The author has something to say:

I had a cold for two days, and now I have a low-grade fever. The update is estimated to be suspended for two days. I'm sorry everyone. (Clasping palms together.)