The Prince of Tennis - I'm Echizen Ryoma

"Hospitalized?!"

The setting sun half-sinks into the valley of the reinforced jungle.By the bridge in the evening when the sky was full of red clouds, I opened my mouth in surprise.

"Ah." He responded in a low voice.

"Is the situation really that bad?" My voice became urgent.

"I didn't say it before. But it's almost time to make a decision." Leaning on the railing, he quietly stared at the gurgling river under the bridge.

"Yukimura..."

"Hey, Sanada." Turning around, he looked at me with a smile, "Why are you playing tennis?"

"why?"

"Yes, why." He leaned his back against the bridge railing, his tone relaxed.

"For me, tennis is everything. That's it." The answer is as smooth as it has been prepared.

"Really? Me too." He lowered his head and closed his eyes. "If tennis were to disappear from my life, I would be left with a shell—tennis, in a sense, myself."

The wind slowly blew up the slender purple hair on the temples, and under the reflection of the waves, the strangely peaceful face glowed with a sacred and soft brilliance.The dreamlike scene made me palpitate, "Don't be like this! It seems like I can never play tennis again!"

Turning around and looking at the river under the bridge, he chuckled, "On the contrary, Sanada. I will definitely come back."

Looking at his back immersed in the setting sun, I can't say anything.

"During my absence, please, Sanada." In the golden afterglow, he stretched out his hand to me.

"Ah, leave it to me. You just need to think about your own physical problems." Holding his hand, my voice was steady and gentle.

Now, on the operating table, you are also working hard, right?Just wait, Yukimura, I will fulfill my promise and bring you the championship trophy!

Clenching the tennis ball in my hand, I whispered, "I'm on it, Echizen."

Closing his eyes, he erased the lonely figure of the boy opposite him from his eyes.When I opened my eyes again, what was replaced was the very familiar haystacks facing each other in the morning and evening.The heart and the sword merged into one, with a shout, the light of the sword passed by.

* "Again, another serve!" Kikumaru yelled, holding his head.

"You can't see the racket, you can't see the path of the ball, so it's impossible to fight back!" Dashi clenched his fist bitterly.

"I didn't expect to be so strong." Putting his arms around his chest, Bu Er frowned.

"It's terrible, Genichiro Sanada from Rikai University." Gan concluded with emotion.

The guy opposite has become a war ghost.

"[-]-[-]!"

"In this round, Lihai Sanada wins, [-]-[-]! The field is exchanged!"

"En(ěn)~It's quite skillful~" I muttered.

"Sorry, this is the world of difference between me and you." He said coldly, the door face closed his eyes, and walked away slowly.

The brow twitched.This is more like my common lines!It is quite difficult to maintain a normal mind towards this guy!

Covering my sore and hot eyes with a cold towel, I spread my arms and legs and leaned on the chair. I let out a long breath, "It's so comfortable~"

"How about it, will you lose?" Old lady Ryuzaki's teasing voice sounded from the side.

"Will you lose?" Pressing the towel on my face with one hand, and looking up to the sky, I said weakly, "It sounds really straightforward~"

"Oh, what's the matter? Don't you deny it?" Mrs. Ryuzaki drawled, "It's rare to see you so timid~"

Who is timid!However, rhetoric is not the same as talking nonsense.

"I can't see the ball clearly, what should I do like this..." While mumbling in thought, something icy cold touched his face suddenly, "Wow——"

The towel on my face fell into my hand, and I turned my head angrily, and saw Mrs. Ryuzaki holding up the thing that touched my face just now—a can of grape-flavored Fanta soda, "Drink a bottle of iced soda, and have a good time." Think about it~" Her eyes immediately turned to the auditorium.

Subconsciously took it, followed her gaze, and saw a weird soda vendor wearing a mask and black robe standing on the top of the stand. "This is from me~" the guy yelled at us in a tone of voice.

Sure enough, it wasn't an auditory hallucination... Such an obvious cross-dressing, and you still want to cover it up?You'd be an idiot if you didn't recognize you old man!

I pursed my lips and stared, with a bad face, I put the Fanta back in my hand, "This is against the rules. And..." I stood up, picked up the racket with one hand and put it on the shoulder, and put the other hand in my trouser pocket. Looking at the old lady Ryuzaki, "Who said you're going to lose? It's still far away~"

Stepping into the arena, someone behind him said strangely, "You are so young~"

——Just kidding, being ridiculed by this stinky old man is the last thing I can bear!

The game quickly escalated into a life-and-death duel full of gunpowder.

Maybe it was stimulated by the old man, but although I was very reluctant, I could finally distinguish the phantom tennis ball shaking in the air.

"Echizen's eyes look tired." Kaitang said in a low voice.

"Compared to this, the more serious problem is that the continuous hurricane lore will put a considerable burden on the muscles." Gan calmly analyzed with his crow's mouth as usual.

"Damn it! Come on, Echizen!" Taocheng waved his fists and shouted.

"Yes! Defeat them, little one!" Kikumaru yelled loudly with his hands folded into trumpet shapes.

Trying to ease my shortness of breath, endured the pain, propped up my eyelids and stared at the flickering ball shadow, stretched my arms in mid-air, and swung a hurricane lore.

The expression on the face on the opposite door changed.There was a sense of coldness all over his body, and he slowly raised the racket, like raising a long knife that must drink blood when it is unsheathed.

"Drink!" As the blade passed, a cold light flashed.

"Bang!" He fell to the ground without any image, and the ball still couldn't be saved.Above the head, the referee announced, "Likai Sanada wins this round, [-]-[-]!"

"Damn it! Come on, Echizen!" "Yes! Never give up until the end! Fight! Little one!" Taocheng Juwan hoarse.

Kawamura, waving the club flag, rushed out aggressively, pushed the two people aside, and roared, "Never give up! Burn, burn more! Burning!"

Panting with both hands clapped, I stared at the opposite side.Holding the tennis ball firmly in one hand, under the brim of the black hat, sharp eyes staring at me without emotion, the face of the door panel is as cold as a stone carving, and there is not even a breath (Author: That is a dead person!), let alone dripping. I'm sweating a little.

Desperately powerful.If the next game is won, the champion will be Li Haida...

"You should be honored to have pushed me into this situation, Echizen Ryoma. But that's all there is to it!"

Among the many eyes with different expressions, the ball fell straight down in the clear sky, and the goalkeeper swung his head up.

Here comes the ball.Before I had time to flash this thought, the wind had already passed by my side.

"[-]-[-]!"

The speed of the ball has been greatly improved!Has this guy ever been on super stimulants? !

"[-]-[-]!"

"[-]-[-]!"

Sweat was pouring down his face, his legs remained motionless as if pinned, his aching and dry eyes were open in vain, but his other senses were sharpened.

I heard a big hand pinching the barbed wire wall, and the voice was hoarse and low, "What are you doing! Are you sleepwalking again, brat!"

I heard the arrogant and conceited voice scolded angrily, "Don't forget to deal with me when you lose, Echiqian! Your strength is more than that! En?!"

I heard the loud voice that I was afraid to avoid, "Echizen-kun! Just let the game end like this? You haven't fully burned yet!"

"Did you do it on purpose? It must have been on purpose. If it wasn't on purpose, use the 10 minutes of energy you used to deal with me before... (For space reasons, I will omit it below)" "Aren't you going to reach a higher level? Echizen!" "The winner is the highest work, and the loser has only the fate of disappearing!" "Let's get over it! Otherwise, I won't spare you, Echizen!"

Among the noisy and noisy voices, I clearly heard a gentle but firm voice, "We must win, Ryoma!"

"Echizen, this is the last goal!" From the opposite side came a speech with a face on the door panel announcing victory.

The moment he raised his head upon hearing the sound, fragments of time and space swarmed in like a tide.

On the tennis court under the elevated.His voice was cold and heartless, "Echizen, just come and knock me down! 』

Then the cruel voice repeated a lot, "Echizen, become the pillar of Seigaku!" ""bring it on!Hit a shot that I will never return! 』......

The sidelines of the arena filled with the roar of "Ice Emperor".With my hands in my trouser pockets, my tone was cold and blunt, "Let me declare first, don't lose."Only I can defeat you! 』

With his back to me, he lied unquestionably, "I won't lose." 』

on the bus.Turning my back, I put my arms around my chest, "Take early treatment, don't be mother-in-law, I'm here." 』

Mountain tops shrouded in mist in the morning.With my back to him, I handed the amulet behind me, "If you don't leave, I will urge you to leave."One of the pillars of Qingxue is enough. 』

By the phone at home, looking at the sky full of stars, I looked up and smiled, "Minister, you can rely on me too." 』

Why was he chattering at the beginning, but then it all turned into me talking to myself and being handsome!idiot!If I lose like this, where will I put my face!

In the strong wind blowing towards my face, I smiled lightly, and I slowly raised my hand.

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