The Prince of Tennis - I'm Echizen Ryoma

"I don't admit that this guy is stronger." The boy in the striped shirt persisted. He waved his hand and pointed at the top of the pot, emphasizing again, "Compared to Echizen Ryoma, Brother Atao next door is much stronger!"

"Brother A Tao?!" Kikumaru Kaido blurted out at the same time.

"That Brother Atao...could it be..." Kikumaru looked at Kaitang sympathetically.

"Yo! Kentaro!" Accompanied by a hearty and powerful voice, Momojo appeared on stage at the right time.

"Ah! It's Brother Atao!" The little boy named Kentaro jumped up happily.

"When did you come?" I glanced at Taocheng.How can there be such a coincidence, I have been hiding on the sidelines to watch a good show!The appearance of Kikumaru before was also very suspicious, maybe they have already figured out Kaitang's running route...

"Is that him?" The remaining children gathered together and looked at Taocheng and whispered.

"What the hell do you want to do here!" Haitang became angry when he saw Taocheng.

"Yeah~" Taocheng smirked, "Isn't it interesting? Echizen-kun~"

"What did you say!" Haitang trembled with anger.

"Is this the brother you mentioned who is good at tennis?" a child asked.

"That's right! If it's a competition, Echizen Ryoma will not be his opponent at all!" Kentaro put his hands on his hips, full of confidence.

"That's not true! Echizen Ryoma is stronger!" The pot head known as Hiro was angry.

"Brother Atao is stronger!" Kentaro also closed his eyes and shouted.

"Stop! Stop!" Kikumaru stepped forward to persuade with a smile, "After all the real people are here, why don't we let them have a game?"

"Okay! Let's have a showdown!" "I wish for it!" The two boys have already entered the fighting state ahead of schedule.

"It looks very motivated~" I narrowed my eyes.

"Hey! It seems that we can only compare!" Taocheng drawled his tone, his face was full of smirks that didn't match what he meant.

"Okay! That's the decision!" Kikumaru raised his arms and cheered.

"Great!" "Great!" Several boys also booed.

"Tsk!" Haitang turned his head, "I won't do it! I won't accompany this kind of boring competition!"

"Hey! Wait a minute!" Kikumaru hooked Kaitang's shoulder with one hand.

"It's useless, no matter what you say, I won't compare!" Haitang said firmly.

"Listen to me first," Kikumaru leaned his head towards Kaitang, with a lyrical tone, "A long time ago..."

"What are you talking about?" Kaitang stared at Kikumaru with snake eyes.

"Anyway, listen to me~" Kikumaru cleared his throat, and began to speak eloquently.

"A long time ago, there was a young man who had an incurable disease."

On the snow-white hospital bed lay Ju Wan with a weak face.

"A teenager adores a certain professional tennis player."

The four walls and even the ceiling of the hospital bed were instantly covered with large posters with the glorious image of Kaitang printed on them. The fragile Kikumaru looked at these posters with yearning eyes.

"The players who knew about this matter, when they went to visit the boy, they agreed that they would definitely win the next game, and the boy's illness would definitely recover."

Beside the hospital bed, Haitang tightly held Juwan's hand, the two looked at each other and smiled, their teeth gleaming.

"I seem to have heard of this story somewhere." Haitang interrupted with a straight face.

"But then, that contestant overslept, missed the registration, was disqualified, and lost the game." Ignoring Kaitang, Kikumaru continued to tell.

Haitang fell asleep on the grass drooling. (Author: That's yourself!)

"The dreams and hopes of teenagers were shattered."

There was a crisp loud noise.Ju Wan on the hospital bed had a painful expression on his face.

"In the end, the boy died of a cold with hatred for that contestant..."

Wearing a white robe with a halo above his head, Kikumaru folded his hands and closed his eyes and slowly ascended to heaven.

"Didn't you mean incurable disease?" Haitang couldn't help but interrupted again.

"Whatever~" Kikumaru hooked Kaidou's shoulder and ended the narration nonchalantly, "Anyway, as a professional player, you can't destroy fans' dreams~"

Stop the inexplicable fantasies, a cold sweat fell on my forehead.There are also many cases where a single cold can cause death, and in the case of complications.Why did I just think of that... read too many medical books and go crazy?

"I'm not a professional player!" Haitang insisted.

"Do you want to destroy it?" Kikumaru's face turned serious, he turned and pointed at the pot head, "That innocent boy's dream! Those focused eyes!"

Looking up at the big dreamy eyes of this boy named Hong, with beads of sweat dripping down Haitang's cheeks, he insisted, "But that's not the case, is it?"

"It must be very disappointing to be abandoned by a hero who has always been trusted!" Sighing, Kikumaru beat his chest with his hands.Turning his back, he said in a sad tone, "You just have to pretend to be a little one, so you don't have to destroy their dreams~ah~they are so pitiful~"

Although the voice was dark and miserable, Kikumaru, who had his back to Kaidou and his face towards me, was overjoyed.

The helpless Haitang can only fall into the trap.

"What kind of game will that Echizen Ryoma play?"

Looking at Haitang who was tying his shoelaces on the sidelines and preparing for work, the children were very excited.Because Haitang didn't bring a racket when he came out for a run, I lent him my red racket so that I could look more decent.

"It's getting more and more fun~" Looking at Haitang, who was seriously arranging the line, I leaned against a big tree with my pillow in my hands, and waited quietly for the show to begin.In my bones, I am of course the type who fears that the world will not be chaotic.

"Hey," Hiroshi, who was staring at Kaitang expectantly with his hands clenched, suddenly turned his head and asked me, "Is this brother also from Qingxue Tennis Club?"

"Ah, yes." I stammered a bit.

"What's your name?" He opened his curious eyes wide.The four or five-year-old boy also turned his head and opened his eyes wide to look here, which made me feel a little guilty for no reason.

"I, I am Horio with two years of tennis experience." I pressed the brim of my hat.

"Huh? Horio? I don't know you." Hiro looked up at the sky, a little disappointed, and then he encouraged me with enthusiasm, "But, you will definitely work hard with Echizen Ryoma as your goal!"

I changed hands and pressed the brim of the hat again, I muttered, "Thank you for the suggestion."

"Then, let's start the match, let's decide the winner in one set!" Kikumaru sat on the tall referee's seat proudly, "In the first game, Echizen serves!"

Haitang stared at the snake's eyes, and Taocheng on the opposite side snickered.

"Brother Atao, beat that guy!" Kentaro cheered loudly.

"OK! Leave it to me, Kentaro~" Momoshiro said in a relaxed tone.

"That's right, the other party is only a first-year~ It must be easy to win, it's easy~" Kentaro's tone imitated Momoshiro.

Glancing back at Kentaro, Hiro threw his fist and shouted, "Echizen Ryoma! Show them your outspin serve!"

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