The Prince of Tennis - I'm Echizen Ryoma

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The narrator of this chapter is Tezuka.

The author, who has been complained by everyone for a long time because of the slow update, finally found a conscience and made do with a chapter with a shorter word count.It's just that those who want to see explicit JQ will be disappointed~ Don't blame me, blame the hypocritical and boring minister for not cooperating~

In other words, it is really not easy to break the mask of the iceberg...

The night is all together.

Under the bright light of the study room, I flipped through the latest tennis technical materials, and my mother's excited greeting came from downstairs, "Guoguang!"

"Ah, yes." I answered suspiciously.

"Your junior from the tennis club is looking for you~"

There was a sudden heartbeat.After taking a step, I stopped, adjusted my rhythm, and steadily descended the stairs, just in time to see the young man standing upright in front of the entrance.

"What's the matter, at this time?" The tone was calm, and I looked at him with calm eyes.

"I have a request." The brim of the hat covered his face, and his hand clenched the strap of his bag.

"What?" I pretended not to know.

"I...I, I still want to enter the selection team!" He clenched his bag tighter and tighter, and he suddenly raised his head, and the amber eyes with the tails of his eyes were burning with flames.

Trying to keep my tone calm and cold, I said lightly, "The team members have all decided."

"So, what do you want from me?"

The whole body was shocked.

The boy's clear eyes stared at me unrelentingly, "I am not allowed to participate in the competition, and I am not allowed to compete with him, I, I..." He lowered his head, covered his eyes with the brim of his hat, and he almost yelled Aloud, "Tell me exactly what to do!"

After watching him quietly for a while, I turned and went upstairs, "Come to my room to talk."

"I understand. To be honest, when it comes to youth selection, I really didn't have much fighting spirit at the beginning, just like what the minister said." In the room, his long eyelashes half-covered his eyes, and his tone was gloomy.

"But, it's different now." Looking up, the flames in his amber eyes burned me again, "I want to compete with Kaibin!"

Sitting in the chair in silence, my hands on my lap tightened imperceptibly.

As proud and free as the wind, as wanton and undisciplined as the wind, this is the first time he lowered his posture and begged me so fiercely.

Just to fulfill the agreement with Ed Alphonse.

After a while, my steady tone sounded in the room, "The list of the seven-member selection team cannot be changed now."

The fierce flame dimmed, and was once again covered by long black eyelashes, and the corners of his lips were tightened, his expression settled down, showing a hint of determination.

Slowly, he bent one knee and pressed it to the ground, then the other.

In extreme shock, he heard his almost calm voice.

Please let me go, I know you can.please.

Am I persecuting him, or is he persecuting me?

The amber eyes looking into me are clean and clear without any impurities.Even if he kneeled there straight, he could still kneel proudly.

"Tezuka Kunimitsu, no matter what he does, he occupies the highest moral position and is impeccable. 』

Is that right?

Preventing him from joining the selection team is to let him understand what he represents, adjust his mentality and burn his fighting spirit.

What prevented him from playing Kempin was that he could lose if he couldn't maintain his composure—he missed even one serve.

However, all these high-sounding reasons seem so pale under his undefeated record in the Open.Don't I know him the best, the one who is usually sloppy and makes the opponent's hearts jump when he stands on the court?

Preventing him from entering the selection team did not imply his indescribable anxiety?Because he can play and compete with the teammates of the selection team, but he can only be a coach and be excluded from the circle?

To prevent him from competing with Kebin, without any intention of breaking his agreement with Ed?As Bu Er said, whether it is public or private, I can't watch him return to the United States on the eve of the national competition?

Was that slap because the players broke the rules in a private match, or was it because of the indifferent and piercing "let go"?

I cannot seriously answer these questions.

"minister?"

His somewhat embarrassing voice startled me, at some point, I was already close to him, and I couldn't help but hug him into my arms, just like that night in the library, I hugged him tightly and refused to let go.My morality is at the highest point, has it already fallen apart?

After the initial bewilderment, his hand gently stroked my back, and his low voice was filled with guilt and self-blame, "I'm sorry, I made too many demands."

He was saying sorry to the person who forced him to kneel down.

"Trust me, Echizen?"

"En." There was no hesitation in this answer.

You are wrong, very wrong.I am not as honest and selfless as you think.In order to get what I want, I will try my best to design, scheming as hell.Not only am I not trustworthy, I'm probably the person you should be most wary of.

Only this time, I completely lost to you.

"Actually, there is another place."

"I want to hear Tezuka's opinion. ”In the tactical room, Sakaki’s eyes focused on me, “Because these two people are both Seigaku’s players. 』

"Echizen and Fuji, who do you choose?" 』Hua Cun presses to mark the man.

"My opinion is..." I raised my head slowly, and my tone was firm, "I have no choice but to choose!" 』

"Yeah? ”Sakaki lowered his head and thought for a while, “Then, the last substitute is Echizen Ryoma. 』

"Please wait a moment! ”I hurriedly raised my hand, and I finished the following words in one go, “I have a willful request.Can this decision be left to me? 』

"The last substitute is like someone resurrected from the loser group." I stroked his soft and unruly hair, and my voice was low, "Is this okay?"

"Yes!" He almost jumped out of my arms.

"However, even if this is the case, you may not be able to compete." Suppressing my desire to hug again, let go without any trace, I looked at him seriously, "The decision of the order of appearance is in the hands of Mr. Sakaki alone."

"That's okay!" Those amber eyes were full of pure joy.

If I have the undiminished indulgence, I should take this opportunity to say, half-truthfully, "How can you thank me, Ryoma?"

If I had Atobe's arrogant arrogance, my line would be, "Come on, come and thank me, it's your honor, hey, Echizen~"

If I have Sanada's domineering directness, then I don't need to say anything, just hug him tightly.

It's a pity that I'm just the boring Tezuka Kunimitsu with a rigid face. Even if I have any thoughts and actions, I will only hypocritically put on the shell of a senior who cares about my juniors.

So in the end, because of his insistence, I didn't even see him off, so I could only say solemnly, "Be careful on the road." Then I watched him go away at the door.

After all, it still can't be stopped.In that case, let's go to Sakaki-sensei tomorrow.