The Prince of Tennis - I'm Echizen Ryoma

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I'm back!I have been afraid to look at Jinjiang outside, for fear of being scolded, but I didn't expect to only be encouraged!Readers are so cute!

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I rushed all afternoon to write an article, and the action is slow, ha.

At my current speed, it may take two days to write an article, and it may also be revised while writing.However, I will try my best!

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"Echizen-kun~Echizen-kun~"

"Huh?" Resting my chin on my hand, I barely lifted my eyelids, and squinted at the guy in front of me who disturbed my drowsiness.

In the first class, I didn't sleep as comfortably as I used to.Because the glasses class leader standing in front of me now has the support of the teacher, turning this class into a class meeting, and seems to be discussing some important things.

"Please also take care of class affairs, Echizen-kun!" Leaning on the table with both arms, Yazawa's shiny thick bottle-bottom lenses almost stuck to my face, "The whole class has passed unanimously, our class You will be the waiter in the coffee shop!"

"Huh?" Coffee shop?waiter?It does not make sense?I looked around in a daze, and looked suspiciously at the expectant eyes of the classmates who had gathered in the class.They look happy?

"You don't even know about the upcoming school festival, do you?" Shaking his head helplessly, Yazawa raised his hand to lift his glasses, and explained patiently, "Our class's event is scheduled to open a coffee shop. Just now we are Vote on who will be the wait staff. You've been chosen to be one of them."

"That's right! If Ryoma-kun is the waiter, there will be many people who will take care of the business of our coffee shop~" The female students in the class chirped to express their opinions.

"No." I refused.Just kidding, who wants to wear a tuxedo and be watched like a gorilla in a zoo!

"Echizen-kun, don't disappoint everyone's expectations!" Yazawa raised his airs as the monitor.

This set doesn't work for me.Hanging my hands on the back of the chair, I raised my head and closed my eyes, "Tell me, Yazawa~ How do I look like I can serve others? En~"

"Ryoma-kun doesn't need to do anything." "That's right, just put on the waiter's uniform and stop casually in the store~" The girls in the class rushed to speak for Yazawa.

"Absolutely not!" There was a drop of cold sweat on my forehead, and I put on a tough look.

"Why is this~ Ryoma-kun~" "Occasionally do something for the class~" "I really want to see Echizen-kun wear cute waiter clothes~" The girls rarely have the same opinion, and the guns are the same.

Remember the sports meeting before, I did a lot of things for the class?These girls have a worse memory than me.

"Wait a minute, Echizen probably can't be a waiter." Kotaro's voice sounded unexpectedly.This guy is quite reliable at critical moments.

"Why?" Everyone was puzzled.

Standing up solemnly, Kotaro pointed out solemnly, "Because Echizen is a first-year tennis club. It is said that every year at the school festival of Seigaku, each department will elect a first-year representative..."

"That's right, why didn't we think of that!" "In this case, Ryoma-kun doesn't have to do class work!" "Ryoma-kun, come on! We will support you!"

Although I don't understand why the girls in the class changed their tone immediately, and all of them looked excited and sparkling, but they finally got rid of a troublesome matter.I secretly exhaled a long breath.

As for what the Ministry recommends for the first graders to do in the school festival?I glanced at Horio, who shook his head innocently.It seems he doesn't know either.Whatever it is, it's fine if I don't do it anyway.

——Thinking about it now, I was naive at the time, and I really underestimated the difficulties of the world and the dangers of the human heart.

In the school cafeteria, he leaned on a chair in a relaxed mood, yawned, and stuffed food into his mouth with a spoon.Ignoring the nervousness of the three Horios around me, I kept my eyes on the opposite side from time to time.

On the opposite side, Kaitang sat upright, closed his eyes and folded his hands solemnly, "I'm starting." Then, he picked up the chopsticks laid flat and focused on enjoying his luxurious and exquisite bento.

To be honest, I was very surprised that he sat across from me today, but this rigorous eating posture was even more unexpected.Senior Haitang seems to be a good tutor, and he uses chopsticks well.That lunch box too... I swallowed.

"Want to eat?" Bento suddenly leaned towards us.

Raising his eyes in surprise, Haitang was still sitting upright, concentrating on eating without squinting.If it wasn't for the easy recognition of the deep voice just now, I really thought I heard it wrong. "Are you sure?" I checked again.

"Tsk, wordy."

He straightened his face, but I relaxed.He unceremoniously dug out a piece of golden fried shrimp with a spoon in the lunch box, and put it into his mouth neatly.Chewing hard, I was about to recommend this one to Horio and the others, when I suddenly thought that Kaitang’s bento was obviously brought from home.Why didn't he eat it in the classroom, and brought it to the dining room?

"Master Ryoma~Master Ryoma~Look, look!" A loud and happy voice dispelled my thoughts of continuing to think, "How about my outfit!"

Looking back, Peng Xiang triumphantly spun around in front of us and snapped his fingers.She was wearing a boy's uniform, a short wig with curled ends, and her chin was raised high, plus that natural mole under her right eye—it was a small version of Atobu!

"Plop—" The rice grains in his mouth spewed out without any image.Fortunately, the fried shrimp has been swallowed by me, so it doesn't hurt so much.

"Wahhaha~ Kosakata~ what the hell are you doing!" Horio and the others forgot their fear of Kaidou, laughing hard.

"I'm going to replace Sakurano to help their women's tennis club participate in the traditional school festival selection for the Seigaku prince. Your men's tennis club doesn't..."

"Cough, cough!" Peng Xiang's words were suddenly interrupted by a violent cough.Haitang turned his head and covered his mouth, choking so hard that he couldn't breathe.

"What's going on?" Horio and the others whispered.

"Want to know? Come and see this~" Gan suddenly appeared beside us like a ghost, took out a photo album like a magic trick, and opened one of the pages.

Take a casual glance.In the photo, it was a woman covered in bejeweled cyan brocade, with gorgeous layered headgear, and two majestic tails that stretched to the floor.Her powdered face is covered with vermilion, her almond eyes are wide open, and her appearance is graceful and beautiful, with a unique style.

Fortunately, I have the experience of going to Chinatown, and I happened to watch this play (although I can't understand it at all, at least there is a program introduction list).At that time, when I was young, I was not interested in the old melodious tunes, but at the end, the skillful martial arts skills of the shining female character on the stage dazzled me and left a deep impression on me.

"Dao Ma Dan in Chinese Peking Opera, and Green Snake in "Legend of the White Snake"." I looked at Xiang Qian in puzzlement.Why is he showing me this?

"As expected of Echizen." The dry lens flashed white, but the tone of voice did not change, "Guess again, who is she? It's someone you know~"

ah?Although the girl I can name and Mrs. Longzaki will not exceed the number of fingers on one hand, but the temperament and appearance of this person are all different, how can I guess?

"Far in the sky, close in front of my eyes~" Seeing that I was still not enlightened, I lifted my glasses frame and calmly dropped a bombshell, "'She' is a boy."

what rice? !He snatched the photo album, and through the gorgeous heavy makeup, the more he looked at the sinister eyebrows and eyes, the more familiar they looked.

I opened my mouth suddenly, and I looked at someone who almost buried his head in the table in disbelief, "Could it be that..."