The Prince of Tennis - I'm Echizen Ryoma

"Sasaki, you still have competitions in the big competition, is that okay?" "I will solve it in a short time." "You really don't listen to others, haha~"

On the tennis court, those high school students talked and laughed easily.The boy with shawl hair was looking at the sidelines with gloomy eyes while flicking tennis balls with his hands.

"Well, don't play." I worriedly said to the teenager sitting on the sidelines tying his shoelaces.

"I've been here all the time, there's no reason why I can't beat myself up and go home." He said without looking up.

"Ugh?"

After tying his shoes, he stood up.Unzip the zipper, take off the coat, and inside is a red short-sleeved football shirt with a white background. "Help me watch." He said as a matter of course, took out his racket and walked to the court.

"Let's judge for ourselves, don't we need a referee?" Cape said with a look of winning.

"I don't care." The boy held the racket in both hands and shook his ankles, making preparations.

"Huh?" The shawl-haired man suddenly smiled as he looked at the short boy opposite him. "Don't worry, I'll take care of you. Look, let's serve, let's go to your place~" He sent a soft ball.

The boy's eyes sharpened instantly. "Be serious!" He waved his hand as he spoke.The ball "slapped" back to the dead corner on the sidelines.To my layman's eye, it was the blink of an eye.

Several high school students stared wide-eyed in surprise, including the one with shawl hair.

"Oh, oh, so you are here." Grandma appeared beside me with her arms folded. "Looks interesting."

"Grandma! Don't watch it, stop this game quickly, that boy is going to compete with high school students!"

"What are you talking about? Didn't you see his fight back? The fun is just beginning." Grandma looked excited.

"Hey, Sasaki, it seems that you have to play better to win." The high school student on the sidelines shouted.

"Whispering, I was just playing for a while." Sharoufa said.

"Many people have excuses when they lose." The boy on the opposite side slowly traced the racquet line with his fingers.

"Hey, brat!" Shawl roared angrily. "You are so brave! Don't run away if you have the guts!" He served vigorously.

"Here we go! Sasaki's bullet serve!" His companion shouted.

"It's too slow!" The young man swung his racket back. "What?" The cape hair hurriedly ran to catch the ball.

"Liar?" "He hit back Sasaki's bullet serve? That's amazing!" "So fast, he's already in front of the net!" shouted the high school students on the sidelines.

The young man in the field rushed to the net and swung his racket. The ball flew out of the opponent's chest and bounced behind him.

Shawl stood there with his mouth wide open for a long time.

"Amazing!" I exclaimed.

"That's just the tip of the iceberg." The grandma beside her smiled smugly.

"Eh? Grandma, do you know him?" I asked.

"Huh? Didn't I tell you? He's the prince of tennis."

"Net, Prince of Tennis?" I stammered.

"Echizen Ryoma, [-] years old. A talented boy who has won four consecutive junior tennis tournaments across the United States in one and a half years. He is the son of my student, and his family has lived abroad for many years. He only returned to Japan this year to settle down. Here he still lives. Not that well-known. The reason why I came here is because he will participate in this competition. He applied for the group under the age of [-], so brave.” Grandma said proudly.

Looking at the young man who was shooting in the field, his domineering demeanor, which is completely different from his appearance, shocked me strongly.It really is His Royal Highness.A premonition arose in my heart—from now on, can I forget him?