The Prince of Tennis - I'm Echizen Ryoma

Early on Sunday morning, I yawned and was dragged to a luxurious tennis club by Horio and the others.It is said that Katsuro's father is a coach here.

The strange thing is that the two braided girls also came, and they brought big and small bento boxes, saying that they wanted to celebrate my becoming the first choice.

We were arranged by Katsuro's father to play in the F zone, and soon we were disturbed by the noise from the A zone.

"What are you talking about! You don't understand what I'm saying, do you?" One of the voices was particularly rude.

"That voice..." Katsuro was a little worried.

"Let's go and have a look." Horio suggested.

On the field in Area A, several arrogant middle-aged people surrounded Shenglang's father, and the middle-aged man who grinned and showed gold teeth was the one who made the voice.

"However, if you don't warm up properly, your muscles will be strained." Sheng Lang's father argued.

"Don't compare me with those soft-legged shrimps. I used to be a quasi-winner in college, Sasaki known as the "Golden Retriever"! (Is this surname familiar?)" Da Jinya took a step forward, and suddenly said in a sneering tone: " You can only teach others how to warm up, right? I heard that your son has joined the Qingxue Tennis Club, but in the past three years, he is probably just a caddy picking up the ball, right? Moreover, I heard that Qingxue actually let a first-year Having made the right election, they should find a hole to drill down!"

A few middle-aged people next to him also laughed wantonly.

"Hey, uncle over there!"

Gold tooth turned to look at me in astonishment.

"Can you teach me how to play tennis?" Staring at him, I said unhurriedly.

It took a round to observe the warm-up.

This old man who claims to be a high-caliber winner does have the habit of chasing the ball like a hound.Other than that, there's nothing else going on.Also, he ran a little too far.

At the beginning of the second game, after a few straight balls, I said, "Uncle, you rarely surf the Internet?" Da Jinya was obviously taken aback.

While surfing the Internet, I continued to say: "The weakness of the hound is that it doesn't work when it is in front of the net!"

Da Jinya, who was discolored on his face, saw that I was already in the posture of throwing the short ball, and rushed forward to save the ball.

"You are still far away!" I suddenly changed my movements, and lobbed the ball behind him.

"This game is better than the previous one!" The referee announced.

But Da Jinya fell to the ground holding his legs and couldn't get up.It turned out that he rushed too hard just now, and finally reaped the consequences of himself-a muscle strain.

"Looking down on the most basic things, that's why you didn't become a high school winner. You have to start from the basics." As I said that, I gave Sheng Lang's father a thumbs up, "That's right, Uncle."

A gratified smile appeared on Katsuro's father's face. "As expected of Seigaku's main candidate," he also gave me a thumbs up, "Echizen-kun!"

At noon, under the sun umbrella by the tennis court.While looking at the two college students who were playing tennis in the court, I ate my bento without any appetite.

"Ryoma-kun... Is that... bento delicious?" The braid next to him seemed to say something.

"It's still far away." After a pause, I added, "His backhand is too weak. Looking away from the tennis court, I was about to continue eating when I realized that the bento box in front of me was gone.

"Hey..." "Ryoma-kun is really..." "Mm..." Horio and the others all stared at me with weird dead fish eyes.

A braided cry came from a distance: "Mr. Longma is a big idiot!"

Hey?

Saying goodbye to Horio and the others, on the way home, I stopped by a tailor shop.

"I've been making sweatshirts for Qingxue all my life," the master tailor in the tailor shop smiled and handed over the clothes. "It's the first time I've made such a small-sized regular selection shirt~"

Touching the neckline of the blue shirt with red stripes, a trace of sadness passed in my heart: How long can I wear this blue and white shirt?