The Prince of Tennis - I'm Echizen Ryoma

Next, several seniors also performed their own prepared programs at the welcome meeting.

For example, Oishi and Kikumaru collaborated on the double reed.Although Oishi in the front acted very hard, the two restless hands of Kikumaru who cooperated with him in the back did not know whether he was neglected in practice. When I fell down, I poured it into my nose.

However, such a performance of repeated mistakes made the audience burst into laughter.

For example, dry out of thin air conjures a large cup full of strangely colored dry juice.However, apart from his own complacency, this performance is obviously not as popular with the audience as Dashi and the others.

Another example is the unique magic.Pulling out the tablecloth under the stacked glasses on a small table, the juice filled in the glasses did not even shake.

To be honest, although his show is very eye-catching, it is simple to put it bluntly-just start fast enough.

The happy time is always very short, and soon, Horio who is the master of ceremonies sounded the attentive voice, "The welcome party has come to an end, and finally, please tell us a few words for us, Coach Tezuka!"

Standing on the stage and turning down the microphone, with his usual calm expression, the minister made a speech to the people listening carefully, "Now, I am very happy to see you again. Everyone here is competing with each other. Opponents, but also partners moving towards a higher goal. I want to say it again to everyone—"

Under the brim of my hat, I slightly pursed the corners of my lips, and I murmured softly, which coincided with the minister's, "Don't be careless!"

This guy, that's what he said~

Amidst the warm applause from the crowd, Atobe glanced at Sanada who was quietly leaving the stage with a serious face, the corner of his mouth subtly raised, then he approached me calmly, blinked at me and shook his chin in the direction of the hall door.

Looking at the minister surrounded by the crowd after stepping off the stage, I hesitated a bit.I would actually rather be with the Minister than the concert.Even if he couldn't say a word, he could only look at that iceberg face from a distance.

"Piracy... Don't you really want to go to the concert, Ninzu-kun? Isn't it good to steal his chance?" I lowered my voice.

"Don't worry about that guy," Atobe said nonchalantly, "Besides, he still has important tasks tonight~"

"What important task?" I don't understand.

Glancing at the pirate man not far away with one hand on Yuta's shoulder and laughing at him, Atobe squinted his eyes in satisfaction, "Cover~ah, no, of course I made new friends~"

Turning his head, he muttered in a volume that I could barely hear, "Then that guy won't have time to observe other things."

Making new friends is an important task?And who is that guy?He was confused by Atobe's words, and before I could ask anything, he had withdrawn and walked quietly outside the hall. Before he left, he specifically told me, "Hurry up and catch up later, and you may be in trouble if you are late. Listen, don't worry about it." Do you have any reason, in short, don't even think about letting my uncle dove!"

Tsk, my credit score is so bad.

I also understand the meaning of Atobe asking me to leave later, so that walking one by one will not attract attention.But today the minister just took over as coach, can I just leave without saying hello?However, the minister seems to be very busy at the moment, and it is not time for practice. Besides, because of my relationship, the pirates are forced to sacrifice tickets. (Author: People were forced to sacrifice more than that ticket...) I tried to convince myself.

Withdrew quietly from the lively crowd chatting and chatting. As soon as he stepped out of the restaurant, he heard a cold and familiar voice behind him, "Echizen, where are you going?"

Looking back, I was a little happy with the tall and straight figure standing alone at the entrance of the restaurant—the minister came to the training base to talk to me for the first time!

However, his serious expression made me realize immediately that this is the coach asking why the players sneaked out at night.

"Go to the concert." I confess honestly.

"Now?" The minister's tone was calm, "Go alone?"

"And Atobe," I added after thinking about it, "and Sanada."

Glancing at me sharply behind the lens, the minister's tone was still calm, "Do you have to go?"

Although he has no interest in concerts, a man can't break his promise.So I nodded.

"Then, go early and come back early." The minister turned and walked back to the restaurant after speaking.

Leaving the noisy restaurant, I looked up at the starry night sky. After walking a few steps with my hands in my trouser pockets, I saw a middle-aged man talking to Atobe in a low voice under a streetlight not far away. Delivering something.

Hearing the voice, Atobe turned his head and raised his chin, the mole of tears flashed under the smiling almond eyes, "Here we come."

"En." I responded, turning a blind eye to the man who quietly disappeared into the night.

Basically, I think that no matter how talented a person is, he has limited energy, so unless necessary, I ignore the fields that I am not interested in. (Author: The protagonist's bad habit is the same when dealing with people. This is the origin of filter memory.)

"The Austrian Vienna Court Philharmonic Orchestra has always maintained a court style, wearing costumes from the Mozart era. The performers are also world-class. The chief conductor, Mr. Klaus, is known for his commanding skills. Especially this time, he is specially invited to be a soloist My male singer..." On the bus, Atobe, who were standing side by side, suddenly stopped talking endlessly, with a look of displeasure on his face, "Hey, are you listening?"

"Listen." I put my finger on the brim of my hat.I've been listening to you bragging about it since before, "You said the male singer is called Dali Carrot, right?"

"What big radish head!" Atobe became angry, "It's Pavarotti, Pavarotti!"

That's still a big radish head... For the sake of him walking and taking the bus like me today, I don't care about it.

After getting off the bus and passing by a small supermarket, I suddenly felt the glutton in my stomach arouse.Touching the only steel coin left in my pocket, I paused, but I still couldn't resist the temptation, I turned in.

"You, do you like to eat this?" Looking at the two sticks in my hand, Atobe showed an incomprehensible weird look.

Although I know that eating lollipops is a bit childish, but there are too few things that can buy two servings of a steel spade.Not wanting to cry poorly in front of □□, I replied vaguely as I walked, "Hmm."

Quickly regaining consciousness, Atobe took a step across and stood between me and the cashier, puffed out his chest, "My uncle will pay."

You are a senior, you should pay the bill.But... I glanced at him suspiciously, "Didn't you only bring the gold card again?"

"Hmph, this time, according to common people's habits, I have prepared cash~" Atobe took out a pocketbook proudly, and at the same time took out something from his jacket pocket with a "click".

With my dynamic eyesight, it was confirmed before the thing hit the ground—the student ID card should be from Atobe.It was just a random glance at first, but when the student ID card fell to the ground and bounced, and turned over behind me, I suddenly petrified.

With lightning-fast movements, Atobe stuffed the student ID card on the ground back into his pocket in an instant.Ordinary people have no time to see what has been lost.Unfortunately, not only did I see it, but I saw it clearly—there was a photo in my student ID card. (Author: Readers who don't know which one should review Chapter 252.)

Damn boss!If the team is killed by me, I will use this method of spiritual victory.Presumably every time he admires this photo, he will be delighted to see me making a fool of myself!

It doesn't work with the □□ theory.He himself said that his uncle is the rule himself.What's more, since he can get one, he can naturally get two or three.

Maybe this guy even made the entire Ice Emperor Tennis Club look up at this photo and laugh at the table together!The more I think about it, the more irritable I can be, and I wish I could immediately kick the ass of this innocent ass next to me.

"Ryoma... Ryoma?"

When my attention came back to my eyes, Atobe was bringing the peeled lollipop to my lips.

Apparently, even though Mr. Atobe was doing the rare thing of serving people with a smile, it looked like the superior master threw a meaty bone to the puppy.

However, it was the cockroaches that were at fault, not the lollipops.

Don't think you can buy me off with a little favor.With a lollipop in my mouth, I shook the handle up and down while walking with my head buried in my head. I secretly swear that one day, I will make this cock a big clown for everyone to see!

"I didn't expect to eat a lollipop like this on the street. It tastes good~" I didn't notice my sinister plan at all, and walked beside me with a lollipop in my mouth, shaking the handle, and Atobe was full of interest.

"Huh?" A low and somewhat familiar voice came from the front of the gradually bustling crowd.

Looking up, in front of the brightly lit concert hall, Sanada, who was standing upright, frowned and looked at Atobe, "Why are you here?"