The Prince of Tennis - I'm Echizen Ryoma

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The narrator of this chapter is the protagonist-Fuji-the protagonist-Sakurano.The angle of view conversion is marked with *.

The seven deadly sins: Pride, Envy, Wrath, Sloth, Greed, Gluttony, and Lust.

Quiz question: Which crime does Buer mention in the article refer to?

Just as I was about to continue forward without hesitation, a sudden force from my wrist pulled me to the side, and I turned around in astonishment, only in time to catch a glimpse of the Bingfeng flame bursting in the phoenix eyes behind the lens.

"Snapped!"

I staggered in a whirl, and I fell out with the racket, still in a daze.

"what?"

Simultaneously with Kebin's inhalation sound, there was an indisputable exclamation, "Tezuka!"

"Bastard! What did you do?! Kill you!" Jumping up from the ground, Akutsu rushed towards the minister, but Kawamura hugged him tightly, "Get out of the way, fool Kawamura!"

Sitting up on the ground, I covered my cheek with my hand, and I whispered belatedly, "It hurts." The pain was so painful that tears almost fell out.

"I'll say it again. Go back." The voice from above was steady and cold, always irresistible.

I looked up at the minister in disbelief, and I wanted to find the answer from his expression.But he quickly turned around and walked away.Minister, don't you want to look at me any more?

It was as if a piece of his chest had been hollowed out, and suddenly, he didn't care about anything.

Walking over to pick up my racket, Fuji said softly, "Go home, Ryoma."

Stand up like a marionette.On the opposite side, Kebin realized something, "Wait for me! Don't try to escape!"

I glanced at him lightly.Bu Er put his hand on my shoulder, "Let's go."

Stepping mechanically, Kebin shouted angrily from behind, "Hey! Echizen Ryoma! Are you still the same Echizen Ryoma from before! You bastard!"

*I can't comfort him.Because of being powerless and unable to take care of oneself.

Although he didn't wear a hat, his eyes were covered by his messy bangs.I couldn't see the expression on his face clearly, but I only noticed the hand holding the bag tightly, the knuckles were white.

The young man with a proud body and a heart as high as the sky was slapped resoundingly in public, but he didn't resist at all, and obeyed without saying a word.

Wrapping his shoulders, walking beside him calmly, there is a sin sweeping back and forth in my heart and scratching me to the point of going crazy.

All kinds of tricks can only be helpless.I'm afraid he won't even notice who is around him now.

"Senior Fuji." He stopped at the fork in the road, "You should take the car over there."—I still noticed it.

He didn't hear any response or see me move, so he raised his head that had been lowered all the time, and Amber's eyes met my staring eyes, "What's wrong?"

"Ah. It's not good." I put my hand on my chest with a wry smile, "It seems that an old injury has flared up." The hand around his shoulder tightened without a trace, hanging half of my body weight on it, and I muttered in my ear, " It's all your fault for refusing to give me physical therapy."

There is no previous glaring and that angry and helpless "Senior Fuji!", his long eyelashes drooping slightly, and the corner of his mouth slightly hooked, "...I'm fine. I'm worrying you, Senior Fuji."

Straightening his back, his tone regained some vigor and looseness, "However, if you put your whole body weight on it again, I don't mind stepping on your jade toe."

"Goodbye then."

After a brief goodbye, the boy's figure disappeared into the depths of the street.Pride does not allow him to ask others for help.Tonight, he will lick his wounds alone.

It's just that I tapped my chin with my finger.I am used to the tone of jokes, but the truth is always taken as a joke. Should I reflect on it?

"Why didn't you follow?" Still standing where I was, I said, "Or, it's me you're worried about?"

After a while of silence, a familiar steady voice sounded beside him, "Are you blaming me, Buer?"

"What are you blaming? Anyone can see that Ryoma is not interested in this friendly match." He is only interested in playing against you. "Choose someone who has no fighting spirit, and you can't explain to other hardworking players." I smiled slightly, "Speaking of which, my selection was a surprise."

"As for the slap. Putting myself in my shoes, I will be desperate." I squinted my eyes, "The reason is not 'you can't turn a blind eye to a player who competes without authorization', but to prevent him from competing with Kebin. To be precise, it is to pinch Cut off any possibility of him returning to the United States. It should be done in public and private, shouldn't it?"

"No two..."

"Okay. I know you think differently from me. No matter what you do, Tezuka Kunimitsu occupies the highest point of morality and is impeccable. But..." Looking at him, I smiled and said, "Sometimes, you He's such an upright person."

*"Wa hahaha--"

He tilted his head back and downed a large glass of beer. The stinky old man leaned on the back of the chair with his hands on his hips with his robes uncovered. "Summer beer and girls in swimsuits are so wonderful~"

Across the dining table, Nanako's cousin let out a long sigh, "Hey, Uncle, it's true!"

"Hey, teenager~" The old man approached me with his mouth full of alcohol, "How is it, selection team~"

I closed my eyes, chewed slowly, and said lightly, "I lost the election."

"Haha~ Did you lose the election~ Then we have to celebrate..." The old man's long smile stopped abruptly, and he stared at me in disbelief.

The cousin Nanako on the opposite side also put on a smile and leaned over her head, asking cautiously, "What did you just say, Ryoma?"

"Didn't you hear that?" Still chewing with my eyes closed, I lazily repeated, "I said I wasn't selected for the selection team."

There was a wordless silence.

It's strange that the old man didn't sneer and sneer, which made me feel even more uncomfortable.Has it fallen to the point where even the old man wants to feel pity?

"I'm done." As soon as I put the bowl away, I turned and went upstairs.

Lying on the bed, with pillows in both hands, everything that happened during the day was replayed in front of my eyes.

The shock and disappointment when I learned that I was not selected;

The touch and passion when seeing Ed on the big screen;

The eagerness and stubbornness to compete with Kebin;

Unbelief and bewilderment after being slapped by the minister.

Thinking about it carefully, this is the first slap in my life.

Although the old man has a poisonous mouth, he never touched a finger of me since I was a child.There are also records of fighting with others before, except for the time when Ed and the others despicably used hostages to bully the little ones, basically I was the only one who beat others fat (my fighting creed: fully practice the open gun is easy to hide, but the back arrow is hard The old adage of defense, don’t ask the minions, just be the black boss).

"For no reason..." I tossed and turned on the bed like pancakes and couldn't sleep. I couldn't think of a reason why the minister slapped me.Just because the players can't compete privately?go!I'm not a player at all!

The back of the minister turned and walked away repeatedly flashed, and there was that uncomfortable feeling of emptiness in his chest.

Sitting up suddenly, I made a decision.Since the minister thinks that I am not qualified for the selection team, won't I be able to prove myself as long as I defeat Kebin Smith, who is said to be the captain of the US team?

If it is not clear, then it will be dark.Tomorrow, I will go to that blond boy for a private competition!

＊"Really, Ryoma..."

"Yes."

Standing by the door holding a vase in my hand, I quietly eavesdropped on the conversation between grandma and Senior Tezuka in the ward.

"I understand. Your judgment is not wrong." Grandma's voice settled down, "I'm sorry, Tezuka. I specially called you here for the friendly match selection, but not as a player but as a coach."

"No, nothing."

"In fact, you should be the one who wants to compete the most?" Grandma said with a little sigh.

Tezuka-senpai answered irrelevantly, "Mr. Ryuzaki must have known about Echizen's problem. That's why I was asked to be the coach."

"Hmph, you think too much. I didn't think so far~"

"Really." Senior Tezuka was silent for a while, "Then, teacher, I'm leaving first."

Hearing the sound of farewell and approaching footsteps in the ward, I hurriedly moved away from the door, pretending to have just come from the corridor, and went forward, "Ah, Tezuka-senpai, thank you for the flowers."

"You're welcome." Nodding politely, he walked past me.

"Tezuka-senpai!" I was anxious, I called him, and blurted out the question that had been circling in my mind, "Why wasn't Ryoma-kun selected?"

His back paused.

"Ah..." I suddenly realized that my words were more or less accusatory, and hurriedly bowed and apologized, "Yes, I'm sorry, it's me who is troublesome!"

Unexpectedly, Tezuka-senpai turned around.

"I saw Echizen's active performance in the Kanto Tournament on the video tape." His expression was extremely serious, "With Sanada from Lihai University High School Affiliated High School who is the No. Potential. And then, a win.

In fact, although Echizen is only a first-year student, he has become No.1 in the junior high school tennis world.However, he also lost something at the same time..."

Tezuka-senpai's voice lowered, and it sounded like he was talking to himself, "What he represents will no longer be himself alone. And he himself, didn't realize this...that's it."

Half understanding, I nodded, "Even in Germany, Tezuka-senpai is still so concerned about Ryoma's affairs."

When there was no response, I looked up, only to be taken aback.

Looking down at a certain place, there was a slight smile that seemed to be there. Behind the lens, the snow melted in the always calm and sharp eyes, and there were spring water rippling.

Many years later, I still remember Tezuka-senpai's gentle and sad expression on the sunny evening in the snow-white corridor.