The Prince of Tennis - I'm Echizen Ryoma

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The narrator of this chapter is Sanada-Fuji-Sanada-Akutsu-Sanada-Akutsu.Points of view conversion are marked with *.

The dew flows in the morning, and the new phoenix tree is first cited (paraphrase): Everything in the world has turned into a piece of clearness. I only remember the flickering of the sun in the morning, and the dewdrops adorn the latest green buds of the phoenix tree. .

Another: A big question asked whether the national competition should be written.In fact, I have been very troubled.Because I always feel that the part of the national competition is suspected of being a dog's tail, what do you guys think?

"Ding ding", the leaves trembled slightly.

Accompanied by the indiscernible sound of water droplets, "Drink!", two tennis meteors flew out like chasing the moon, and instantly shattered two falling sparkling spots.

"Ding", another slight sound.

"Drink!", two tennis balls flew out one after another, the last one unceremoniously knocked the front one into the air with a "snap", and the momentum was still there, and then hit the only light to fly away. Chips and hail.

Slowly turning to look at him, those amber eyes were looking at me with radiance.

"What's the matter with you?" My tone was calm and calm.

"Today's game has been postponed." He raised the brim of his hat.

"Sure enough." I said calmly.

"Waiting for a week, can you bear it?"

"What do you want to say."

The corners of his lips curled up again, and he played that mischievous smile that I will never forget.Like time and space, I stared at him.From the bottom of my heart, a voice quietly sounded: Genichiro Sanada, if you don't completely knock down this angel-like monster in front of you, and step on another foot, you will be finished!

* "No two?" On the hospital bed, Tachibana raised his head in surprise.

"Excuse me," I closed the door and walked to the bed, "How's the situation?"

"As you can see, this is the only way to go for now." Tachibana pointed at the plaster cast on his foot mockingly, and then asked, "Isn't today your final day?"

"It's over." I held up the bouquet in my hand, "Here, let me put it up for you."

The vase was filled with water, the bouquet was inserted, and I was about to put it on the bed cabinet, but when I saw a roll of familiar tape, my heart moved.

"That's it, it's really over." Sitting on the head of the bed, Tachibana looked out the window at the gloomy weather.

"Kamio and your sister came here, I wanted to show you a video." I moved the stool and sat down beside the bed.

"Didn't you bother you?" Tachibana apologized a little.

"No." I shook my head, "However, the two of them are very hostile to Haida."

As I said that, I looked at Tachibana's right foot covered in thick plaster.The bruised knee suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.Almost, he will fall to this point.

Looking at his own feet, Tachibana didn't speak.The atmosphere calmed down.

"Can it be cured during the national meeting?" After a moment of silence, I changed my tone to a relaxed one.

"It won't be long before the plaster can be removed, and the situation after that is still uncertain."

"yes."

"How is Tezuka?"

"It went well." I smiled slightly, "I have contact with EMIL."

"Aigaku has Ryusaki-sensei, and you and Oishi." Tachibana leaned back on the pillow with both hands, with a bit of envy in his tone, "Tezuka can go to the treatment without any worries, right?"

I didn't make a sound.Tangerine missed an important reason.

"Fudo Peak is still a young team." Tachibana looked out the window worriedly, "Although Kamio and the others are working hard..."

"Don't worry, they will definitely practice with you." I comforted.

"It's true." After hanging his head for a while, Tachibana raised his eyes and looked at me seriously, "No two, Li Haida is very powerful."

"what."

"It's a pity that we can't fight them with our strength. Especially Chiya Kirihara, we have to be very careful about what he says." Speaking of this, Tachibana suddenly smiled self-consciously, "However, for you who are a genius of Qingxue , Worrying is superfluous. Sorry, forget what I just said. "

"No." I put my hands on my knees and nodded, "I will remember."

Standing up, I patted him on the shoulder, "Thank you, I'm about to go back to school."

"Ah, I'm sorry to ask you to come here again."

I turned my head and looked at the roll of tape on the bed cabinet, "This is..."

"This one, it was given by Shensi before hospitalization." Tachibana looked at the roll of tennis grip, "I said I bought it with great difficulty. It seems that I won't be able to use it for the time being." (Author: Readers who don't know refer to 67 , 168 chapters)

"Can you give this to me?" I said straight to the point.

After being stunned for a moment, Tachibana handed me the tape, "Please use it!"

"I'll use it well." With a gentle smile, I gripped the roll of tape tightly, "Then, I'm sorry, take care."

On the almost empty tram, he stood upright holding the ring and stared out the window, with a faint flame burning in his chest.

Haven't I always been self-satisfied with my indifferent and detached attitude towards the world?But when did casualness turn into caring, and jokes into seriousness?So is tennis; so is emotion...

"Fuer, where have you been?" In the gymnasium, Dashi and Qian looked at me as I walked in holding the racket.

"Sorry, there's something wrong." I raised my hand and smiled.Then he walked up to Mr. Ryuzaki and gave a slight bow, "I'm late, I'm sorry."

"As a punishment, go around the gymnasium [-] times." Mr. Ryuzaki closed his eyes, "Join training after running."

"Yes." My smile didn't change.

"Now there's only one little one left who hasn't come~" In the hall, Kikumaru who was sitting on the floor and doing the shooting line chattered.

"Where did that kid hang around?" Taocheng looked worried.

He didn't go back to school to participate in training?Looking at the continuous drizzle outside the door, an inexplicable uneasiness suddenly arose in my heart.

＊"Is there really a competition?" By the tennis court, I asked knowingly, "It will be very troublesome if you know about the private match before the official match."

"It's fine if you're afraid." He squinted at me.

With the same slightly upturned corners of the eyes and the same stunning glance, the cute little princess who looked like a porcelain doll turned into a brat full of stinky farts, which made my heart tingle.With a snort, I remove the tennis racket from my bag.

"Is it okay to decide the outcome in one set?" In the drizzle, he and I walked into the field side by side from both sides of the net.

"OK." His answer was crisp.

Standing still in front of the net, I raised my eyes and looked gloomy at the boy holding a red racket opposite.This is what you asked for.In order to establish a great sea, possible scourges must be uprooted! (Author: For Li Haida...?)

＊On the train, leaning on the side of the carriage, staring blankly at the depressing rainy day outside the window.It's boring to do anything lately~

I looked boredly across the tennis court under the bridge, and suddenly my eyes widened—it was him!Who else is competing!

＊"I don't know your name yet." I flicked a tennis ball with one hand and prepared to serve, I acted casually. (I only know it's called Echizen, so I don't know why I didn't ask Kirihara.)

"It's common sense that you should give your own name before asking someone else's name."

Is this little devil born to be so dragged? !When I closed my eyes, I said in a blunt tone, "Genichiro Sanada, third grader of Lihai University Affiliated Middle School, deputy head of the tennis department!"

"A freshman in Seigaku, no minister, Echizen Ryoma."

It's cute when you don't speak, but a typical person who is angry when you speak?I tried my best to calm down, "The legendary first-year Qingxue player is you. There are many rumors about you."

"Rumours... how to say?"

"It's passable as a first grader. That's it." He looked down condescendingly.He pursed his lips, stared straight at me with bright amber eyes, and his childish face was slightly annoyed.

"Here we come." I tossed the tennis ball high.The anger on that face disappeared instantly, and he changed into a calm and prepared posture.The expression is really vivid~ However, now I suddenly want to know what a little monster with a mischievous smile looks like when it cries...

"Drink!" With a full blow.The ball lands behind him before he can react.He opened his eyes wide and opened his mouth, his face full of disbelief.

"[-]-[-]" I referee myself.Throw the tennis ball again.

This time he moved and judged the direction correctly, but it was still too late to pick it up.

"[-]-[-]" I said calmly.

"It's amazing!" He looked excited, his footsteps bounced lightly, "Be serious."

"Small steps?" I looked at him.He will do what he would, it's not easy.However, your thin and small figure is always congenitally deficient!

When the lateral movement was in place, he accurately intercepted the serve, and the moment the ball hit the racket, his face suddenly changed color, "It's so heavy!"

With a "snap", the racket and the ball flew far away together.

"[-]-[-]" I looked expressionlessly at his trembling hand due to excessive force.

"Hey, Echizen~" I closed my eyes and looked at the shooting line leisurely, and I raised my voice to the shocked kid, "Can you pick up the ball~"

I didn’t get any response, so I turned my head down and stared, “Echizen, pick up the ball!”——It’s so cool, it’s more interesting than teaching Kirihara and the others.

His eyes shifted from his hands to my face, and the kid finally came back to his senses.Turning around and walking to pick up his racket and tennis ball, his tone was as lazy as if he hadn't woken up, "Don't panic, the ball won't run away by itself."

Gently shaking the tennis ball with the racket, he turned around and hit it hard.

As soon as the racket was blocked, I stuck to the ball that went straight to the goal.With a light lift of the left hand, the ball obediently fell into the palm.You are so angry, kid!

"You really have a few tricks." Walking back to his seat, the corner of his mouth twitched.Of course, this expression does not attract any good feelings from me!

Go all out.This time he held the racket with both hands and finally caught the ball.But his smile froze as soon as it appeared.

Before he hit the ground, I rushed to the net, stared at him without moving, "Drink!" and smashed him.

"It's your turn to serve this time." I calmly assumed the posture of catching the ball.

Loose on the outside and tight on the inside is the portrayal of me now.Although the performance is easy, I am not careless, after all, the opponent is a character who is capable of defeating Kirihara.Because of this, it's time for me to step one in without hesitation.

Throwing the tennis ball high, his serve is powerful - as a freshman, it's passable.

Stopped with one shot, exerted force instantly, and the ball flew past the kid who was just about to surf the Internet like a meteor.

＊Under the elevated pier, I approached quietly and looked at the tennis court not far away.

On the field, the tall man in the yellow and black short-sleeved sportswear and black hat was calmly arranging the wristbands with his eyes closed.My tennis and fighting experience tells me that this guy is no ordinary character.

I glanced at the kid, and I couldn't help but froze.His face was covered with sweat, his breathing was short of breath, and his eyes no longer had the calmness I was familiar with.what happens? !

Amidst the rolling thunder, the yellow jersey threw up the tennis ball and swung the tennis ball casually.The high-speed ball, which was almost indistinguishable to the naked eye, fell behind the kid before he could react.

"Match point." Yellow jersey said these three words in a calm tone.

"Stop!" Amidst the sound of lightning, the kid's ball was overwhelming.However, he was intercepted and killed by an opponent who had already been waiting.

Unable to save him, the kid staggered and fell to the ground.I was stunned again - I've never seen him in such a mess!

"The end of the game." The voice sounded emotionlessly.

Putting on the bag and walking out of the court, the yellow jersey said, "It's more interesting than practicing against the wall."

Climbing up with mud all over his body, in the misty drizzle, that slender figure was still standing upright, but it looked so lonely and inaccessible.

In the suffocating silence, the patter of fine rain seems to never stop...