The Prince of Tennis - I'm Echizen Ryoma

"Are you Haitang Jun?" On the court, the fiery red-haired Ruoren flicked his bangs in front of his forehead, putting on a gentle and courteous demeanor, "Let me see your viper strike today~ I'm looking forward to it Ah~"

Kaidou, who was standing across from the net, snorted.Looks like he's still bothered by what the guy said in the paper.

Ignoring Haitang's indifference, Ruoren stretched out his hand, "Please advise."

Looking at him, Haitang also stretched out his hand, and when they were holding each other, their hands moved slightly, obviously secretly competing with each other.

"Next, it's time to decide who your opponent is~" The guy withdrew his hand nonchalantly.

"My opponent?" Haitang couldn't figure it out.I guess I was also thinking in my heart, isn't it you.

That guy put his hand on his chin and looked at Haitang with a smile, until Haitang began to feel uncomfortable.

"By the way, a more suitable opponent for you is..." He took out a hat from his sweatpants pocket and threw it up, shook his hands and snapped his fingers, and shouted, "Transform!"

"All Right!" The girls outside the arena all shouted in unison with their eyes shining.

Grabbing the hat that fell from the air and putting it on his head, the guy's aura was completely different. ...Shooting Sailor Moon?

"Then, what is that guy doing?" Horio stammered.

"Why are you so handsome, you look like a fool!" Peng Xiang pouted.

"The eyes have changed." I noticed that the guy's eyes became sharper.

"Transformation?" "Is it the meaning of changing form?"

Gan and Dashi were having a serious discussion, when Buer chuckled, "I always feel that something fun is about to happen~"

"It's a one-set match, Qingxue Haitang will serve."

"What, that posture is..." someone in the audience exclaimed in surprise.

On the court, Ruo Renhong bent over to hold the racket with both hands, squatted with his feet like a pile, and swayed from side to side.

Haitang made a serve, and the posture that the guy put on surprised everyone even more.With his feet stretched apart, his left arm stretched forward, his right arm holding the racket was raised back high, and he waved his hand.

"En?" Horio suddenly called out.

"What's wrong, Horio?" Katsuo Katsuro who was beside him looked at him in surprise.

"I always feel like I've seen that guy's style of play before." Horio stroked his chin.

"Comeon!" After scoring a ball, the guy clenched his fists and yelled.

"Yeah—" the Ruoren guards outside the field screamed.

"Remember, that style is the world's top professional player □□Den Hewitt." Gan calmly spoke, "Even the shouts are exactly the same."

It's really lifelike.It's a pity for this Ruoren to play tennis. He really should be an artist...

"Look, let me just say it~" Horio raised his chin.

"That's amazing, Horio!" "As expected of two years of tennis experience!" Amid Katsuo Katsuo's rare praise, Horio grinned.He was finally proud of himself.

On the field, the guy picked up the front of his shirt to wipe off his sweat, and he picked it up on both shoulders of his shirt. ——There is no need to imitate to such an extent, right?

"When you say that, it feels like a habit." Kikumaru Zhiyi.

"It's not just imitating the appearance." Gan picked up his hands, "The straight-line skills with a large distance between the hands, and the foot power that can catch up with any ball, it's a bit like Hewitt in person."

"If it weren't for some real strength, it would be impossible to achieve this level of imitation." Bu Er agreed.

"En~ Imitation~" The corner of my mouth curled up.

How much strength can you imitate the top players on the job network?interesting~

"What Hewitt, don't be joking!" Kaitang on the field was visibly impatient, swung his arm and hit a lob.

"Hmph, idiot," the twins watching from the sidelines sneered, "Hewitt is best at returning lobs."

Ruoren caught up with the ball with astonishing foot power, swung his racket with his back to the net, and hit back the ball that was flying out of the court.

"What! I won't let you get carried away!" Haitang rushed forward, but the saved ball failed to pass the net.

"If Chengcheng Shonan wins, the number of rounds is [-]-[-]!"

"Comeon!" The guy clenched his fists and yelled again.

"Yeah—" the Ruoren guards outside the field screamed frantically again.

"Haitang didn't score a point?" "The serve was also broken?" The youth members whispered.

"It's okay, Kaidou-senpai..." Katsuro worried.

"If the opponent is Hewitt, the luck is too bad." Horio sighed.

"What will happen to that guy?" Kikumaru put his hands on the pillow, smiling all over his face.

"It's not a man who just gives up so easily, that Haitang~" Fuji smiled.

"Looking forward to your performance, Haitang." Dashi also looked relaxed.

"Mr. Huamura, you have a lot of interesting players~" Ryuzaki, who was on the coaching bench, spoke.

"Talent alone will not become a top player, if no one cultivates it. They are the best works I have carefully cultivated~" Huacun's tone was outrageous.

"Oh~ Then I have to see you~"

The two women over there were fighting with each other, and a group of women here were clapping and cheering, "Come on—Ruo Renhong!" "Crack!" "Come on—Ruo Renhong!" "Crack!"

The people on the field waved like superstars, making the noise even more crazy.

"Senior Haitang, come on. I support you from the bottom of my heart, so, so, please win~ And, and," Peng Xiang's whispering with his head lowered suddenly broke out into a loud roar, "please shut down those annoying guards Mouth! Senior Kaitang!!"

Sakura put her hands on her forehead, pretending not to know this guy who was dancing and almost going crazy.

"Hiss—" As if responding to Pengxiang's shout, Haitang's snake eyes flashed.Swinging the racket with a round arm, the ball hit with a smooth arm posture is like a viper attacking, opening its bloody fangs, fiercely biting at the prey.

"It's a move, Viper Ball!" "Good fight, Kaidou-senpai!" Horio Tomoka and the others cheered loudly.

"What kind of ball is that?" Ruoren's personal guards lost their arrogance a lot.

"Hey~ It's more powerful than I imagined~" Ruoren Hong pretended to straighten out the shooting line, "But it's not to the point where I can't fight back~"

"What did you say!" Haitang frowned.

Next, the game became a tug of war.

"Amazing, Kaitang, don't give up a single step~" Fuji also smiled.

"Well, the movement is as smooth as usual." Kikumaru also sighed.

"It's finally getting real, Haitang." Gan was full of relief, "That guy trained according to the devil training menu I made every day. Not only did he exercise his physical strength, but he also cultivated his mental strength."

"I see~" "It's really exciting~" Kikumaru Fuji smiled together.

"Good job, Kaitang-senpai!"

On the field, Haitang scored another point with a fierce snake ball.

Putting his cheek on his hand and staring at Haitang meaningfully, Ruoren took off his hat and stuffed it back into his trouser pocket.Raising his arm high, he shook his hand and snapped his fingers again, "Transform!"

Ruoren's guards, who had been waiting outside the stadium for a long time, waved the fan with the word "Ruo" in their hands, and said "All Right!"

Standing on one foot, the grinning Ruoren's posture and expression have changed completely.

"Look, that guy's serving posture is completely different from just now!" "Really!" The audience exclaimed.

Not only did he serve, the guy's playing style completely changed, and he even seized a chance from Kaido to hit a powerful blockbuster.

"That style is..." Kikumaru stared.

"Well, it seems that this time is..." Fuji nodded.

"Peter? Sampras." I looked unmoved.

To what extent can you imitate that all-round player who is superb in all aspects, such as straight shots, volleys, and serves?

"Stop looking down on people!" Haitang was obviously irritated by the other party's performance-like imitation.But just after getting used to one style of playing, and suddenly having to deal with another completely different one, even Haitang couldn't adapt quickly.

"Can you play like this? It's a completely different style." Qian felt incomprehensible.

"You better stop working so hard, you're going to lose anyway." After scoring another goal, Ruoren looked at Haitang who was covered in mud on the ground from saving the ball.To say such things to Haitang, it is obvious that he has found the wrong person.

"You're annoying!" Haitang stood up straight, "Your tennis is nothing more than a monkey imitation, it's not scary at all! It's far worse than a brat~ How could I lose to a guy like you!"

"Oh~ then, let me see if you win~" Ruoren's tone was unhurried while staring at Haitang closely.