The Prince of Tennis - I'm Echizen Ryoma

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The narrator of this chapter is the protagonist—Fuji—the protagonist.Points of view conversion are marked with *.

"It's been 10 minutes." In the supermarket, Sister Orange raised her hand to look at her watch. "It's almost time to go back."

"Three 10 minutes? What are you doing?" Taocheng, who was walking beside her and was in charge of pushing the cart, couldn't figure it out.

"I'm not very clear either." Sister Orange looked at Taocheng clearly, "My brother seems to want to talk to Senior Fuji, so..."

"That's why we have to run so far?" Taocheng was dissatisfied.This guy is really dull.

"That's it." With a mischievous smile, Sister Orange glanced at Linlang's shelf, and pulled Taocheng's elbow, "Ah, I like those potato chips so much, I'll buy some back~"

With my hands in my trouser pockets, I swung far behind them, feeling like I was shining like a big one-kilowatt light bulb.

"Cut, it's boring~" I raised my head and closed my eyes, and muttered in a low voice. "Yesterday, I met the head of Lihai High School Affiliated High School. His illness..." Tachibana's deep voice rang again indistinctly.

Stopping, my eyes fixed on a pile of brightly colored green apples placed on the cabinet.

＊"Really, the head of Rikkai University..."

That beautiful figure appeared faintly in my mind.Even wearing a loose and simple hospital gown, she is still as elegant and noble as an orchid in an empty valley.When I saw him, I felt that the saying "Buddha needs gold clothes, people need clothes" is completely inapplicable to certain people.

Such an extraordinary appearance, temperament, and talent, but... Is God jealous of talents?

"Don't think too much before the game." Ju, who was sitting on the hospital bed, looked up, "You should keep this matter a secret."

"Ah." I responded lowly.If that fool finds out...

"It's late. Come on, the minister is waiting."

"But why do I practice twice as much as others!"

"That's your temper with Sanada-senpai~"

"Hey~ But I don't feel happy at all. Ah, I don't really want to go, and I have to be scolded by everyone in front of the minister~"

The sound of approaching footsteps outside the corridor and the unscrupulous loud conversation made the air in the ward freeze.

"What's the matter, Chiya?" A voice came from the open door of the ward.

"Hey~ What a coincidence~" Another arrogant voice sounded from the door.

Tachibana and I turned our heads to look at the same time.A low voice leaked from Tachibana's mouth, "Akaya Kirihara."

The guy standing there with a tennis bag on his back and a provocative face was the indecent Kirihara.

"Really, where did this Echizen guy go~" Taocheng's loud complaint suddenly came from outside the corridor.Then there was Sister Orange's chuckle, "Don't worry, I will definitely come back."

"What's the matter, Sister Orange?" With a careless voice, Taocheng appeared at the door of the ward.

Glancing back with a puzzled face, Momoki glanced at us hurriedly, then happily patted Kirihara's shoulder from behind, "What, Echizen~ so you came back first~"

Qieyuan turned around with a sneer on his face, "So there is another student from Qingxue. See clearly, is my uncle so short~"

"Kirihara Chiya..." Taocheng stared.

"What are you two doing here!" Clenching her fists, Sister Orange jumped out from behind Taocheng angrily.

"Hey~" Turning a deaf ear to sister Tachibana's questioning, Kirihara only raised his eyebrows and looked at Tachibana on the hospital bed, "I heard that you were hospitalized, but I didn't expect it to be this hospital~ Then, everyone from Qinggaku and everyone from Fudo Peak, here What are you planning here~"

Taocheng and Sister Tachibana stared at him, Tachibana and I said nothing, and Kuwahara next to Kirihara didn't say a word.For a while, the ward was deathly silent.

"Ah~" The guy who didn't want to care snapped his fingers and opened his eyes wide awake, "Could it be that it is a private exchange of information?" Then he lowered his head and closed his eyes in pain, "Or, tomorrow Who's going to the hospital?"

"That's enough, Chiya." Kuwahara behind him stopped him.

"Just to say hello~" Kirihara walked up a few steps proudly, "Hey, Tachibana~"

"What's the matter?" Looking up at him, Tachibana remained calm.

Raising his chin and condescendingly looking down at Tachibana, Kirihara spoke arrogantly, "Beforehand, you can only blame yourself for being hospitalized. Of course, I will not apologize to you."

"What did you say?!" Taocheng on the side clenched his fists.

"However, it's still kind of pitiful~" Kirihara added fuel to the fire and closed his eyes.

"Kirhara Chiya!" Unbearable, Taocheng finally broke out, roaring and throwing his fist.

Throwing the bag away, I rushed forward and put my hands on Taocheng's shoulders, "Calm down!"

"Senior Fuji, why did you stop me!" Taocheng was furious.

"Stop, A Tao!" I yelled.

"But... I have endured to the limit!" Momoshiro struggled, "It was this guy who almost destroyed Echizen's knee before!"

Clasping my fingers, I repeated in a low voice, "Stop? Hands."

Staring straight at me, Taocheng's eyes were mixed with anger, resignation, and grievance. Finally, he lowered his head and replied in a low voice, "Yes."

"Sorry," I looked back at the two of them calmly, "Our staff's voice is too loud in the ward."

Closing his eyes and snorting from his nose, Kirihara smiled, "I didn't expect to stop cooking like this~ A weak dog can only bark."

"Okay, Chiya," Kuwahara behind him still felt a little bit of shame, stretched out his hand to grab Kirihara's shoulder, "Let's go."

"Hehehe~" Seeing them turn around and walk out, I couldn't help but chuckle.

The two looked back at me strangely.

Tachibana on the hospital bed also looked over in surprise, "Fuer..."

Taocheng and Sister Ju looked at each other.

"What are you laughing at!" Kirihara stared at me unhappily.

"Sorry~" I stopped laughing and looked at him leisurely, I said softly, "The one who was barking there just now is you Kirihara~"

After a moment of blankness, under my objective observation, Kirihara's face can only be described as eyebrows, not eyebrows, and mouth, not a mouth.

＊Outside the half-open door of the ward, I quietly looked into the room.

In the snow-white ward, an elegant man was sitting on the edge of the bed, holding a comic book and speaking softly.Beside him, surrounded by a group of children standing or sitting.Eyes wide open, they looked up and listened without blinking.

The midday sun caressed his slender hair and his watery eyes, dyeing them into a breathtaking purple.The surrounding air flows smoothly like a melodious piece of music.

A familiar feeling of tenderness mixed with sadness quietly overwhelmed my heart.

"Yukimura-kun, another friend came to see you." The nurse sister gently opened the door.

He looked up, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then there was warmth that almost melted people, "It's you."

A group of children stared at me with piercing eyes. Although I was a little stiff, I walked to the bed with a cool expression and posture, stretched my left arm, and raised the small bag of apples in my hand to him, "Here. "

"Thank you." A smile slowly spread on his face, and there was a feeling of bliss and moonlight in a trance.but--

"Brother, I want to eat too!" "I want it too!"

His eyebrows twitched as he looked at the gang of robbing kids.The apples bought by sacrificing a week's pocket money are not enough for each of them!

"Okay, let's make a platter of peeled apples and eat~" Yukimura's smile was no less lethal than that of the demon fox.

The little kids were immediately stunned, "Long live!"