The Prince of Tennis - I'm Echizen Ryoma

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The narrator of this chapter is Kirihara-Protagonist-Atobe-Kevin.The angle of view conversion is marked with *.

I had a lingering cold for two weeks and lost a full five catties. . .I don't want to lose weight. If this continues, only the skeleton remains. . .

Damn it, the one standing opposite me should be Echizen Ryoma!

Why do I have to fight nobody?This kind of game is so boring!

The expression in the eyes of the blond boy on the opposite side clearly explained the above words.

I'm really upset, where are your eyeballs going?Glancing at the hand holding the clap on the opposite side, it turned out to be left-handed like him, which was even more annoying.Your opponent is me, Akaya Kirihara!Let me know this right now!

Raising my arm, I pulled out a seemingly ordinary slash ball.

With a condescending air of disdain, Kebin moved to the landing point precisely, and when he was about to swing the racket, his face suddenly changed, "What, disappeared?!"

The ball bouncing off the ground produced a double image like a blooming lotus, and dissipated in an instant.

Frozen for a second, Kaibin turned his head to look at the tennis ball rolling behind him, with disbelief on his face, "What's the matter with this ball?"

"15-0!"

Amidst the cheers, I quietly looked across.At the beginning of the game, I came up with the trick that I wanted to use to deal with that slob. I really couldn't hold back.

"I'm not interested in my opponent's defeat. 』The amber pupils under the white hat glanced at me lazily, and then with a bang, he accurately threw the beverage can in his hand into the trash can not far away.The flat tone and casual movements made me feel that I was also thrown into it at that moment. (Author: see Chapter 269)

Arrogance and arrogance are the evaluations of me by the seniors in the team, but compared with this guy with his nostrils in the sky, I can't even keep up with flattery.

Gritting teeth, but helpless.Because that's the only one who has the right to say that to Li Hai, who is at the top of the country, even though he's only in the first grade.

"Kirihara, you said you have something to ask me, what is it?" 』

"I want you to practice with me for a while, left-handed, Nioh-senpai. 』

Not long after the Kanto competition ended, I have been carrying out this secret training, from morning to night, without interruption.

One evening, Nio-senpai, who was full of doubts, looked at me who was exhausted and collapsed on the court, and couldn't help dissuading him, "Hey, the youth selection competition is about to start, can you make yourself like this?" 』

"It's almost done, it's almost finished. ’ Climbing up from the ground with difficulty, I raised my eyes to look at him, with stubbornness in my pleading, 『It’s a trick to kill left-handed people! 』

Staring at me with wide eyes, Nioh-senpai's eyes were full of shock, and finally he sighed imperceptibly.

"Left-handed killer, Phantom returns the ball." Looking at the blond boy on the opposite side who was getting serious, I confessed, and I turned and walked back to my position.

For the sake of the person being replaced, I, the defeated opponent, must also win this game.Tell him with practical actions that I am no longer the defeated opponent of the past; in Japan, there are still opponents you have to face, so don't bother to go back to the United States!

＊"Senior Fuji, go to watch the game for me." With a complete change of mood, I relaxed and slapped tennis against the wall, and chatted with the people standing on the sidelines.

I actually understand the reason why I am here instead of going to the game.His jokes and spoofs can't prevent me from seeing the tender nature inside.

It can always easily smash my carefully framed hard shell, forcing me to become angry, embarrassed, or laughing.Emotions and anger are invisible?If you encounter a demon fox, throw it to Java.

Why don't you mind being teased?As I said, I am a person who is sensitive to the smell of water sources.

Is it unlucky or lucky for Yuta to have such an older brother?Only he himself knows...

But right now, going to the game is more important than standing here worrying about me, watching my boring practice.

In addition to intelligence, my next actions also depend on the result of the game: if Kebin wins, I will have a private competition with him after the game; What I said~ (Author: Kirihara Kaibin will kill you...)

Crossing my chest with my arms around my chest, I studied the expression on my face for a while, and then I chuckled softly, "Okay."

At the moment when he was about to leave, I muttered the question that had been lingering in my mind, "I don't want me to play...you guys, didn't you think that I might lose?"

After a pause, he turned his head to me, his blue eyes narrowed slightly, and with a smile as warm as a spring breeze, Yaohu burst out another sentence that made me blush and almost drive me crazy, "If such a miracle really happens—please put your tears on my chest."

* "Hmph, that's how it is."

In front of the arena, amidst the cheers, I snorted as I watched the match with my hands on my hips.

"So what do you mean by that, Atobe?" Beside him, Yushi was puzzled.Thanks to his self-proclaimed veteran, he is really slow.

"The true face of that phantom return ball." I pointed my eyebrows with two fingers, and my eyes were like knives. "Add a strong right spin to the ball when hitting the ball, and then hit a diagonal ball from the right side of the field. Left-handed players will run reflexively." To the right, I was going to return the ball with a backhand, but the ball with a strong spin will bounce to the left at the same time as it lands. The opponent’s vision has become narrowed, and it’s as if he couldn’t see the ball for a moment.”

"It's really a great weapon against 'left-handers'~" Emphasizing the word "left-handed", I squinted at the silent person beside me, "What, did I say something wrong, Sanada~"

"No." Sanada, who glanced at me and crossed his arms across his chest, remained calm, "Sure enough, he has keen observation skills." He closed his eyes with a complicated expression, and there was a light smile on the corner of his mouth, "Akaya Ah, I've matured a lot too."

＊"Kirara wins this round, 1-0!"

"What's the matter? It doesn't look like you at all? If you don't fight well, I will be in trouble!"

"YES, BOSS." With my eyes closed, I interrupted Beck's eloquent speech by the coach's bench, turned around and walked to exchange venues.That nameless curly-haired boy was a little stronger than expected, that's all.

When Sassafras passed by, the guy named Kirihara suddenly put the racket on his shoulder and snorted, "I heard that you were appointed to play against Echizen, and I thought you were very strong, so I was really looking forward to it~" The corner of his eyes turned Glancing at me from the ground, a sneer flashed across the corner of his mouth, "So your strength is only like this, it seems that I was looking forward to it in vain~"

"What?!" I, who is familiar with Japanese, turned around and jumped violently.

"Just based on who you are now, don't think about it, hurry up and go back to the United States with your tail between your legs~" He walked away.

Volcano eruption!That bastard, he really pissed me off!

"Smith wins this round, 1-1 draw!"

In the fierce confrontation, I also kept my serve.He raised his chin and hummed back to him.

"It's interesting~" he said in a drawn out voice, and when he got to the position to kick off, his eyes became sharp, and his tone suddenly became low, "I must win this game!"

"I am the one who wins!" With a loud shout, I swung my racket to intercept his serve.

Because of too much force, the ball hit the net. To my surprise, the ball just turned over and the net rolled down. "Okay!"

Running desperately, Kirihara let out a loud roar, and raised his arms recklessly as he flew close to the ground.Could it be that he still wants to play a phantom return in that situation? !Are you trying too hard?

"It's gone!" The exclamation of the audience answered my question.

The ball drew a slash in the air and disappeared from my field of vision again.

hateful!Scored again!Annoyed, I just stood up straight, and I was stunned by the sight in front of me.

The racket dropped and fell in front of the net, and the curly-haired boy remained motionless.His shoulder seemed to hit a tennis post?

"Hey, are you okay?" Amidst the din, the referee hurriedly got down from the high referee platform.

"I'm sorry, I'm fine." The person lying on his stomach raised his head, showing an unpleasant smile, "I just bumped into it, and I'm a little out of breath."

Refusing the referee's support, he got up, picked up his gray racket, and shook his shoulder to show the referee, "No problem, let's see~"

Then he turned to me with that smirk, "Then, let's get started, let you see my phantom return~"

The curly-haired kid was fine after such a violent collision, it really was the scourge of the millennium...