The Prince of Tennis - I'm Echizen Ryoma

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The narrator of this chapter is: Fuji-Atobe-Protagonist.Points of view conversion are marked with *.

"Tomorrow I will go to the arena to cheer for you guys!"

"Do it well, Eiji, Fuji, Echizen!"

"Shall I give you a ride, Echizen?"

"No need. You go first, Senior Taocheng."

"Yeah, I'll go see Rie first, see you tomorrow, little one, no two~" (Author: For those who forget who Rie is, see chapter 268.)

The teammates packed up their bags one by one and left the club room.Greeting them goodbye with a smile, I continued to fiddle with the things in my closet slowly.

The noise gradually faded into the silence of the evening mist, leaving only two people in the silent room.Moving my hands unhurriedly, I glanced at the window in the lower room from the corner of my eye.

By the window, facing the closet, the setting sun reflected the boy's upright figure into a hazy golden silhouette.The long eyelashes drooped slightly, and the pensive expression added a kind of solemnity and solemnity only to adults on that childish face.

This kind of him has more sense of presence and masculinity, right?After all, young teenagers will eventually grow up, and Peter Pan-style characters can only become old urchins as the years go by.

It's just that Yiren is farther away, and her heart is hard to calm down...

Calmly, I took out a tape measure from the closet.

As if sensing my actions, he woke up from deep thought, took off his blue and white shirt habitually, and then fumbled for something in his closet just half naked.

Just felt that he had grown up, but immediately he showed childishness again.

A slender but not weak figure, with the unique greenness and flexibility of a teenager.He doesn't mind showing it off to everyone.

In his consciousness, he probably still felt that this was quite a "man".He won't understand why the "undressed bodybuilding" photo that is purely a spoof is priceless; and he won't notice when he is dangling in beach shorts, someone's hidden and twinkling eyes, someone's face frozen into ice , and the intriguing corners of someone's lips—in this regard, he is simply a fool for thousands of years!

I understand the visual lethality of that body better than anyone.

Imagine the smooth ivory skin, the delicate and sexy collarbone, the two points of tenderness that no one has touched, the slender and tight waistline, the small and beautiful buttocks... the master of the body is him, so there is no doubt about his flexibility and explosive power; Then imagine his various expressions, the childish voice overflowing from his delicate lips, calling your name...

Anyone who suffers from nosebleeds like me.

Fortunately, there is still a closet door to cover it-my paranoia has also entered the advanced stage.

Covering his nose and raising his head, he quietly wiped it with a tissue, and couldn't help but peek at the window again.Well?Already wear your everyday short-sleeve sweatshirt?move so fast...

(Author: It’s because you’ve been dreaming for too long! Put away your fascinated smile! Bu Er Smiling: It’s Chunfeng Hexi’s smile ~ an elegant smile ~ if you can’t remember, where can you refresh yourself? A refreshing recipe…)

Confirming that there is no flaw in my return to the original state, I shook the tape measure in my hand, with a gentle and amiable senior smile (Author: The smile of the fox before eating...), I approached him, "Ryoma, I almost forgot something—— Come and measure."

Bu Er Zhou Zhu was never a noble gentleman who would not eat fireworks in the world, but a mortal who longed to embrace his lover, and more likely a pervert who was dissatisfied with his desires. If he was depressed for too long and could not be comforted, maybe after a few years it would just be a wisp of obsession Deep grievances that cannot ascend to heaven...

* "Master Jingwu, you really don't want to..."

"No rides, no bodyguards!" Again, I put the hood of my sweatshirt on my head, "Is the route marked?"

"Yes. There are signs along the road, all you need to do is..."

"Got it." It's just going out and running a marathon in circles.

Running slowly on the street reflected by the setting sun, people in twos and threes passed by me.

After the villain told him that, why did he still have to join the selection team, even as a substitute? !No, my method is wrong.That kid is a stubborn donkey, I'm afraid my words will have the opposite effect.

So, what is Tezuka doing?Now that he has decided not to let him compete, isn't it his style to repent halfway?

But what am I doing?Why does my running route pass this temple?I don't want to burn incense and worship Buddha!

He should have just finished training now, right?Maybe, on the way home, maybe, there is his figure nearby.What should I do if I happen to encounter it? ——Don't think about it, you will definitely unconsciously squint at him with your hands on your hips from top to bottom... Get used to it...

Well?The trotting figure in front——Sanada? !He didn't seem to notice me in front of him. He turned his head sideways and stared intently at the gate of the temple while running.This guy is too blatant!

"Sanada~" I put my arms around my chest, and I stood in front of him, "Why did you appear here? Don't tell me it's just a coincidence~"

Dazed for a moment, he turned his face to look at me, "Atobe?" Then he turned his face back, still staring at the gate, and said forcefully, "If you happen to be, so am I."

It's not up to others to imitate what I do!Just as he raised his eyebrows and was about to open his mouth, a deep and hoarse voice came from the gate of the temple, "Hi, you two, you are from this selection team, right?"

Looking back, beside the gate of the temple, in the shade of trees, a tall man in white uniform walked out slowly.Cockscomb hair, high eyebrows, ruthless single eyelids.Just putting your hands in your trouser pockets casually gives an extremely dangerous signal.

My eyes narrowed—Yamabuki's monster, Akutsu?

"So what?" Sanada spoke first.

"Inquire about something. I heard that Echizen Ryoma was called to the selection team again?"

"It has nothing to do with you, an outsider."

Sanada's cold-noodle answer did not frighten Akutsu, who is known as a monster. Looking directly at Sanada, he continued to ask, "So, is it true that he will return to the United States after defeating the American team?"

For a while, there was a complete silence.

"Understood. Thank you for letting me know." With an evil smile at the corner of his mouth, Yajiujin turned around and left gracefully.

"He's just a substitute and has no chance to play." After a moment of silence, I said, "Besides, as long as we win the first three games, that one-ten-thousandth possibility will be wiped out."

"Ah." Sanada was still staring at the direction where Akutsu disappeared, "So I have asked Sakaki-sensei to fight today, no matter whether the first random match tomorrow is singles or doubles, I will start."

"..." Should I tell him that I did the same thing?

＊"Ryoma, I almost forgot one thing—come and measure the size."

After changing his clothes, he was about to drag his bag out of the closet when he saw Fuji walking over with a smile.

"Size?" I wondered.My size should be recorded in Dashi.

"Your selection team uniform has to be produced in a hurry. And you are still in the development stage, growing tall every day. For more accuracy, it is better to measure again."

"Oh." Although it was a bit strange why the uniforms of the selection team had to be measured so accurately, but such trivial matters were out of my scope, so I nodded, "I'm sorry for the inconvenience, senior."

With a slight smile, Buer took out the measuring tape and put it around my shoulder.

I'm a little cramped.I thought that Fuji would stand behind me to measure, but he directly stuck in front of me.In this way, it feels like being wrapped in his arms.

Standing almost face to face, the heat near the ears made the neck itchy, "The shoulder width is..."

Subconsciously wanting to put some distance away, Bu Erqing said plainly, "Ryoma, I've always been curious, how did you convince Tezuka?"

The body trembled slightly.Shame, shame... all kinds of emotions set my face on fire.Can I say to my teammates who entered the selection team based on my strength that I knelt down and threatened the minister to give me the green light?Can I say the export?

"Can't you say it?"

The tape measure was around my neck, and Fuji's hands tightened tightly.The moment the icy blue glanced at me, I had the most absurd illusion—he was happy to put a collar on me like this and tie it to his waistband.

Be persecuted delusional disorder.I kicked this inexplicable idea into outer space, raised my hand and gently held Fuji's hand, I looked him squarely, "Yes." I will not escape, nor will I regret it.Look down on me though.

Looking into my eyes, Bu Er lost his mind for a moment, but soon, his usual smile appeared on his face again, "Next, let's measure the bust."

He didn't continue to ask, which made me breathe a sigh of relief.So I raised my arms cooperatively.

"Pick up your clothes."

ha?Don't be so serious, right?Reluctantly, I lifted the hem of the short-sleeved sweatshirt up.

"Pick it up a little higher...very good."

I don't know why, but the action of lifting up the clothes and exposing half of my body made me feel a little stupid, and my face burned a little.In fact, Senior Fuji and I have seen each other well, so there is nothing to care about.But his tone, and the atmosphere of the scene... I always feel that something is wrong.

When the cold tape measure and his hands were pressed against the skin, I clearly felt a shiver—I was ticklish.Moreover, this measuring tape...is placed in the wrong position...too upright...

Feeling that my hands were about to be unable to hold the thin clothes, I couldn't help but want to dodge.

"Carry it, don't move around, Ryoma~ I haven't seen the size yet."

Fuji-senpai, why are you bending your head so close...the hot air is spraying on your chest...it's a weird feeling...

Trembling all over, I involuntarily stepped back.A hard object suddenly hit the back of my knee, causing me to lose my balance and fall on my back.

——It was the lower closet door that was not closed properly.While quickly making a judgment in my mind, Bu Er was also dragged forward by me and fell forward, just in time to overwhelm me.

At the moment of crisis, I raised my right hand to grab the handle of the closet, and the inertia of my fall caused me to deflect.If you continue to hold on tightly to the handle, you won't fall to the ground even though you're a bit embarrassed.But when I turned my body like this, I was supposed to be the mat, so I went straight to the ground.And because of the traction of the tape measure on my body, his prone posture also changed into a sideways fall.

Before I had time to think about it, I put my left hand behind his head, let go of my right hand, and I fell down with him.

"Boom." There was no loud bang, no dust flying, this was the third time I pressed Senior Fuji directly under me.

He looked up at me, the same as the previous two times, he still had a half-smile expression on his face, you would never be able to guess, what was he thinking about with those strange sea-blue curved fox eyes.It's just that even if you can't guess, you still feel kind.Because it's brothers.

"If your left hand is injured, you won't be able to participate in the trials?"

I was taken aback, then glared at him, "What nonsense are you talking about?" Are hands more important than heads?The bottom here is a real hard board, not the sand of the park or the thick carpet of the stage. It is a bit dangerous to hit the back of the head.

kindness?There seems to be footsteps outside the office?

"Ryoma, let me thank you~"

I didn't realize what was going on, my neck was lightly pressed, and my lips fell on the two soft petals in a hurry.Almost at the same time, a howling cold wind blew behind him.

Without looking back, I knew that at this time, the department door could only be opened by the minister.No matter what happened, it was his habit to check out the tennis club before going home.

It's not Christmas, and I don't have mistletoe on my head, so Fuji-senpai's thank you is clearly in the wrong place.But now is not the time to pursue this.

Embracing the stove, frost on the back.From the minister's point of view, there was probably a line written in bold on my back: disheveledly dressed, pressed the senior to the ground and kissed him forcefully.