The Prince of Tennis - I'm Echizen Ryoma

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

The first doubles, 7-5.Atobe Sanada went straight to the last two rounds with a gorgeous double tango, beating rivals Billy Caddy and Mike Lee.

The second game was doubles, 6-7.Kikumaru lost to Tom Griffey and Jerry Griffey, who are said to be able to make female fans shed tears when they swung their rackets.Of course, the reason for the opponent's victory is not the face, but the tacit understanding between the brothers for more than ten years.

The current situation is tied with the US team, evenly matched.Next, it's all singles.

During the noon break after the two games, I studied the data with my hands in hand, and stopped in front of a training tennis court outside the arena.

In front of one of the tennis walls, there is him.

Standing still, I silently watched him hit the tennis ball against the screen wall, his dancing figure was lonely and lonely.

The strength of the first place can only serve as a substitute with a very low probability of appearance. He has a lot of unwillingness.And it was me who single-handedly caused this situation.

There are others who are also looking at him.

"Hey, Echizen Ryoma~" the blond Kebin shouted at his back from the sidelines, his tone arrogant and familiar.It's not so much provoking an opponent who hasn't seen much, but more like greeting a partner who has been hanging around for many years.

Maybe that is the truth.His experience in America was a blank page to me.

"Hey, how long are you going to make me wait for?" When there was no response, Kebin continued to yell, "I've been prepared for a long time!" The tone was obviously furious, and somehow made me feel a little coquettish.

Firmly grasping the bounced tennis ball, the boy in the white hat and red shirt quietly turned his head.

"Speak." Staring at him fiercely, Kebin's tone softened.

"Compete with me." Looking at him, Kebin's tone was cold and tough, but the content was a pleading invitation, "You want to end up with me too."

Looking at Kaibin with an adult-like indifferent expression, his dark eyelashes were gently closed, and his voice always had a hint of laziness, "I can accompany you."

"That's good." Overjoyed, Kebin's voice was full of joy.

"Tezuka, what's the matter, standing here motionless." Fuji greeted softly from behind, and then he seemed to be taken aback, "En? Ryoma!"

Stretching out an arm, I stopped him and was about to go forward to greet him.He looked at me suspiciously, "Tezuka?"

There was no explanation, I just stared at him and Kebin who were not far away.This time, I don't want to stop.

"Listen, I can knock you down in 3 minutes!"

Proudly raising his voice, Kebin excitedly walked towards the tennis court next door, pushed open the court gate, and then looked back at him who hadn't followed in puzzlement, "Well, what's wrong?"

"Don't get me wrong, I didn't mean now." Standing loosely with a tennis racket in one hand, he raised his head, under the brim of his hat, his amber eyes were as calm as pools of sunlight projected, "I want to compete with you in an official match." decide the outcome."

When he was done, he turned around.

"Are you going to compete in an official competition?!" Kebin yelled, staring, "I don't know if you can compete with me yet!"

"In short, that's it." A simple but unquestionable sentence silenced the noise behind him automatically, and the boy continued to play tennis alone against the tennis wall.

Gritting his teeth for a while, Kebin had no choice but to walk away.Before leaving, he reluctantly said, "Since you said that, I look forward to the next game."

Watching Kebin leave bitterly, beside him, Bu Er chuckled, "Ryoma, you have also grown a lot spiritually."

Secretly heaving a sigh of relief, I nodded slightly.

＊In the third singles game, it was tied 6-6.Using technical endurance to fight against strength, Lucky Qianshi struggled against Bobby Marcos, known as the beast bulldozer, until both sides collapsed from exhaustion.

In the next game, No Two will face the so-called undefeated tennis machine Andrew Iglidev.The situation is a bit subtle: if we do not win twice, our side will remain invincible; on the contrary, if we do not lose twice, our side will lose the chance to win the opponent.

I should fully support Budu.But I also vaguely understand: no two wins means that my chances of playing are infinitely tending to zero.

In the quiet lounge, we were silent, and the air was strangely tense.

"Coach Sakaki! Please forgive my presumptuous question!" Amidst the astonished gazes of everyone, Kirihara suddenly stood up and stood in front of Sakaki who was ticking on the data book, "Is it me or Echizen who will be the first singles next! Please make it clear!"

With a calm face, I focused my listening all at once.

Putting down his pen leisurely, Sakaki looked at Kirihara unhurriedly, "The contestants will not be announced until before the start of the competition. This is the rule of this competition."

After speaking, he stood up, opened the door of the lounge, and walked out.

"Coach Sakaki..."

Kirihara still wanted to follow, but was stopped by Sanada, "Calm down, Chiya."

"Can I calm down?!" Kirihara cast aside his usual fears and stared straight at Sanada.

"Why not?" Sanada remained calm.

"I..." Kirihara paused for a moment, and quickly gathered his strength again, "If you want to play, you have to adjust yourself to the highest state!"

"No matter under any circumstances, whether you can exert your full strength is the embodiment of your spiritual power." Sanada looked at Kirihara with a piercing gaze, "If you can't exert your strength without making preparations, it will prove that You only have that little strength."——Aren't you teaching me, who is always uneven in the game, right?

Staring at Sanada for a while, Kirihara closed his eyes, "So that's it. Mental power? I understand."

As soon as he turned around, his eyes accurately found my position, and his tone was surprisingly calm, "Echizen, I must be the one who will appear on the stage. I won't let it go to you."

"This is how I feel right now." He proclaimed this sentence in public like a challenge, and Kirihara walked out firmly.

Looking at his back as he opened the door, I remained silent without any objection.There was an eerie silence in the living room.

＊"Ah, how long will it take to find out!" In the lounge, I couldn't help being irritable.

"Hey, Kevin, what are you in a hurry for?" Billy wondered.

"I still don't know!" I yelled.

"Aren't you determined to be the first single~" After a pause, Billy suddenly realized, "Are you talking about Echizen Ryoma?"

"Yes, that's right!" I clenched my fists, "If Echizen didn't play in the first singles, it would be meaningless for me to come here specially!"

Rolling his eyes unbearably, Billy waved his hand, "Don't worry, Echizen Ryoma will definitely appear."

"Must?!" I suddenly approached Billy, startling him, "Why do you say that!" Does he have any latest news?

"There's no reason." Billy closed his eyes and sighed, and quickly answered the question before I got angry, "But, Kevin, that's the only way to plan first."

Staring at him and frowning a few times, I turned my head angrily, "Of course I know that."

"So you should calm down first and concentrate your attention." Billy persuaded earnestly, "As a tennis player, no matter who the opponent is, you must stand on the court in the best condition. Isn't it?"

"Billy is right." Sitting on the chair with his arms folded, Li closed his eyes and said, "Kaibin, if you think that other than Echizen Ryoma, other opponents are not worth mentioning," he opened his eyes and said Me, "But it will suffer."

"That's right." Tom Griffey felt deeply concerned, "If you don't fight at your best, you won't be able to win against them."

"If you're so weak, you'll lose your aura first." The cold Andrew stood up from the corner with a firm tone, "For me, if you can't win, it doesn't mean anything."

＊On the gallery seat, touch the line gently and carefully.

I was about to play soon, but I didn't think about the game at all, and my mind was still circling what happened in the tennis court and the lounge.Vaguely, but definitely—that guy, he really has the physique to attract mosquitoes!

Unknowingly exerting force with my fingers, I suddenly noticed the sound of footsteps approaching me.

"Mr. Baker?" I looked up in surprise.

"Fuer-kun, can I sit next to you?" The middle-aged gentleman was handsome.

"No problem, but..." Interesting.As the coach of the U.S. team, instead of instructing your own players before the game, do you come to talk to the opponent's players instead?

"That's right, we are enemies." The corner of his mouth slightly raised, showing full of goodwill, "But we are also friends who are keen on tennis."

"That's right~" The blue eyes narrowed into crescents, and my smile was as warm as a spring breeze.

"I'm here because I want you to understand something before the game." Sitting next to me, Baker talked eloquently.

"Let me?" The smile remained unchanged, and the curiosity in my voice was just right, "What's the matter?"

"In this game, Andrew will win."——Just a simple provocation?

"Ah, I surprised you by saying so suddenly. I'm so sorry." Baker smiled amiably with a teacher-like demeanor, "However, after hearing Andrew's story, you can understand why I said that."

"Andrew's story?" My puzzled expression was just right.

"Yes, about why he wants to become a tennis player." Staring at me closely, Baker's eager eyes flashed a hint of imperceptible cunning.

"...This is the story of the man named Andrew." After a while, Baker finished his vivid narration, "Do you understand, Buer?"

A touching and inspirational story of the children of East German immigrants struggling at the bottom of a free America after the fall of the Berlin Wall.I knew exactly what Baker was up to.

"Mr. Baker, do you want to shake my confidence?" Looking up at him, my tone was a little more hesitant.

"No, that's not the case." Smiling and shrugging, Baker spread his hands, "I just want you to know what kind of mood he plays with you."

"You will see hell." Grabbing my eyes, Baker smiled with satisfaction, "Because Andrew climbed up from hell. Please at least be prepared to accept the pain." Standing up, he bid farewell politely, " Well then, I wish you peace."

Squinting to see him go away.Another person who was deceived by my gentle appearance.

"Fuer." Eiji's slightly surprised voice sounded behind him, "Is that the coach of the US team just now?"

"Ah, Mr. Baker." I responded casually.an idiot.

"What's the matter with him looking for Buer?" Eiji was puzzled.

"He gave me a lot of advice." I chuckled.

"Suggestion? He's an enemy."

"Because I'm the enemy." Putting on the racket, I stood up, and my smile disappeared without a trace.

"Fuer?" Eiji was more and more confused by my expression.

It's rare to have some excitement and anticipation for the game.Baker misjudged my nature—intimidation?I've never been the only one who intimidated people.pity?I'm not without compassion, but I can be absolutely ruthless for the sake of those I value and love.