The Prince of Tennis - I'm Echizen Ryoma

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The narrator of this chapter is Longya, the protagonist, Longya, Kikumaru, the protagonist.

When I am not satisfied with writing an article or get stuck, sometimes I think, if someone else is writing this article, I can look forward to the following, that would be great~

"Then everyone, next is the exhibition match between the Seigaku Tennis Club and the Sakurabuki Yukihiko Maro Tennis Team, please enjoy it~"

Today's weather is a fool's-style clear sky.In the background of the sea and the sky, on the luxury liner, the voice of the commentator resounds through the central tennis court that accommodates thousands of people.

Next to the arena, shoulders were put up with each other, and the little guys from Qingxue formed a circle with their heads buried.

"Let's go!" Their minister shouted imposingly.

"Oh!" Everyone roared.

If Uncle Nanjiro was here, he would definitely put his hands in his sleeves, grin his mouth and give a strange praise, "You are so young~"

At this moment, by the swimming pool, in the restaurant, and next to the playground, there are big screens broadcasting the game live.I raised my eyes and looked at the VIP seats on the ship's side facing the arena.

Against the background of a row of maids standing respectfully, Sakurabuki Yukihikomaro clasped his hands and looked down at the arena with interest.That uncle really spent a lot of money this time to get a lot of money, but it's a pity that he met a group of youthful and passionate fools, I'm afraid it won't be as he wished~

＊"One set decides the outcome, Qingxue Taocheng serves!" The first is the doubles match.

"It's about to go, don't let the water go, Haitang~" Before serving, Taocheng threw out a sentence with a serious expression on his face.

"That's what I want to say!" Haitang retorted in a low voice.

Without saying anything more, Taocheng raised his arm and threw the tennis ball high into the clear sky.

Beside the tennis court, we stood in a neat row, looking at the court with great vigor.Maybe it's our last game, but no one thinks about it now.For us, there is only one goal - to win!

"Boom!" With an astonishingly powerful bomb, Taocheng uttered an onomatopoeia habitually, raised his arms and pointed at the high platform in the distance provocatively.On the high platform, the fake rich man opened his mouth in disbelief.

"Qingxue Taocheng Haitang leads 1-0!"

Like a river rushing down thousands of miles into the sea, the momentum of Taocheng Haitang was unstoppable, and the game came to an end in the blink of an eye.

"This time it's my turn!" With a swing of his arm, the ball drew a stunning arc around the post, Haitang's Boomerang was extremely perfect.

"The competition is over, Qingxue Taocheng Haitang wins!"

Their foreheads bumped together, and Taocheng Haitang glared at each other and shouted, "Okay!"

"Arrogant brats!" At the VIP seat, the fake rich man couldn't sit still any longer and suddenly stood up.

"You can really do it~" The guy next to the arena raised his eyebrows and grinned, "I like this~"

"Good job, A Tao, Haitang!" Dashi handed the towel to Taocheng Haitang who was coming off the stage.

"In this way, there will be no turning back~" Fuji chuckled.

"The only thing we can do now is to continue." I said, and glanced at the side, "Right, Kawamura-senpai?"

"Ofcourse! We want to win all! Baby!" Waving the tennis racket, Kawamura entered a state of complete combustion.

"Listen up, everyone." Folding his arms around his chest, the minister's expression was more serious and decisive than before, "Just do it like this, don't be careless!"

"Yes!" We echoed loudly.

Next, Oishi Kikumaru and Kawamura Kan's doubles all won easily.

＊"I expected that they wouldn't obediently play fake games!" During the game break, in the cabin, Uncle Sakurabuki Hikomaro threw a tantrum at those guys, "But then again, you lost all three games. It’s bad! Even though it’s a fake match, it won’t work if you don’t have the corresponding strength. It’s hard to hire you guys with excellent records, but it’s so ugly to lose the match!”

"Are those guys really junior high school students?" one of the guys being scolded muttered, "It's unbelievable."

"My loss is also unbelievable, you!" Sakurabuki Yukihiko Maro raised his cigar and tapped his nose away.

"Let them work to make up for the lost part, President!" The chef with a knife suggested viciously at the side.

"Huh? So what about our wages?" These guys are really stupid.

"You're an idiot! How can I pay you!" The swollen chef roared loudly, pointing at them one by one with a sharp bone-eviscerating knife, then swung his arms and made a whistling sound in the air, "If you can't pay back what you lost You can’t go home if you don’t have the same amount, so you better have this awareness!”

"Is that different from what you said?" One of them panicked.

"We came here because we have jobs that are easy to make money." "That's right...don't be kidding." The rest of the people chattered.

"It's so noisy, listen to me!" The chef jumped up and grabbed one of them and cursed, "If you keep nagging, you will all be thrown into the sea to feed the octopuses!"

The one who is really noisy is you. "Stop it, fake chef~" I raised my hand and poured a can of orange juice onto the chef's head, and the flowing juice bloomed a big yellow flower on that bald head.Throwing away the empty jar with a bang, I met the chef's fierce eyes nonchalantly.

"What are you doing, brat! . . . Mmm."

"Hmph~" Before he swung the bone-eviscerating knife over, my racket was already pointed at his nose, "I said stop~"

"Don't, don't get carried away, brat..." The chef gritted his teeth, but there was nothing he could do.

"Hey, Uncle~" I turned my eyes to Sakurabuki Hikomaro who was watching the show, "As long as we win the next three singles, it will be fine. Right, Uncle?"

Staring at me for a while, Sakurabuki Hikomaro lowered his head and took a puff on his cigar, "Well, that's it."

"President!" The chef yelled unjustly.

"However, if I live up to my expectations..." Sakurabuki Hikomaro slowly exhaled the smoke, "You should know what will happen, right?"

"Don't worry, uncle~" I put the racket on my shoulder, turned and walked away.It should be considered the next goal that can be eaten.

＊"This guy!" The chef stared straight at Echizen Ryuya's back as he walked away gracefully.

"Calm down. As long as he wins, it's fine. The problem now is how to deal with those little brats of Aigaku." Sakurabuki Yukihiko Maro said in a low voice.

Oops, it looks like we're in trouble.Being instigated by Gan to use the gap between games to gather information, he did not expect to overhear such interesting news.Outside the window, I just wanted to walk away quietly, but I didn't expect the deck under my feet to creak.

"Who is it?!" The two inside were alert at the same time.

Soon, the bald-headed chef opened the French windows with a sharp boning knife in his hand to check.

I flipped neatly to the lower deck of the cabin, and I hurriedly meowed, "Meow~"

＊"That's it." In the waiting room, everyone listened to Kikumaru's report, Oishi worried, "If we win the game, the opposing player will be treated like that."

"What should I do?" Kikumaru was nervous.

"Tsk, those people turned out to be just..." Kaitang closed his eyes, "They were used by Sakurabuki Hikomaro."

"If that's the case..." Taocheng raised his eyebrows proudly, "We can't do nothing either~ we can't~"

Before the words were finished, the door behind Kikumaru was suddenly knocked open with a "click".

"Sure enough!" A few arrogant guys broke in, "Let's stop here for extra speculation."

The chef in charge waved the bone-eviscerating knife in his hand, grinned grinningly and called out the roll call, "Fuji, Tezuka, Echizen, come out!"