The Prince of Tennis - I'm Echizen Ryoma

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The narrator of this chapter is the only-protagonist-author.

"As expected, everyone is very concerned about the match between Eiji and Gan." Outside the barbed wire fence, Dashi looked around.In front of this tennis court, almost all the main candidates in the ministry were present.

"Of course." Kawamura next to him said, "This is the most eye-catching game today."

Inadvertently glanced at Tezuka beside him, and found that his eyes were not on the field at all.Following the focus of his gaze, he saw the little figure in the white hat standing on another tennis court.

Did this so-called iceberg guy not even try to hide it?

The corner of my mouth curled up, I squinted my eyes and showed a teasing smile, "Tezuka seems to be more concerned about Echizen~"

"No, it's not like that." As I expected, Tezuka turned his head and explained with a little embarrassment.

But to my surprise, after a silence, Tezuka turned his face resolutely, staring at that figure stubbornly.

That resolute expression and sharp eyes seemed to imprint that image into his eyes and heart regardless of his will, completely ignoring the gazes around him.

Weird, did something happen that I don't know about?My heart suddenly became uneasy.

"15-0!"

"Wow, this guy from Echizen used an outspin serve as soon as he came up. It's still the same. You're welcome."

"I always feel that Mr. Longma seems to be very serious."

"30-0!"

"Wow, amazing!" "This is the rhythm of a game in the blink of an eye!"

Although the match between Gan and Eiji focused on the main draw, but the first graders all concentrated on their idol's court.

"One set decides the outcome, serve the game!"

The round over there is almost over, and this side has just begun.I was originally interested in the game against Eiji, but it didn't make me concentrate. My mind drifted to the other side of the court from time to time following Tezuka's gaze.

"Hey, Echizen, it's too fast! (Save some face for your senior!)"

"What is this guy Echizen in such a hurry for?"

Although Ryoma didn't know how to release water in the past, he often acted casually and leisurely. It is rare to crush the opponent at high speed with an absolute advantage in such a domineering manner.

"This game Kikumaru wins, 1-1 draw!"

"Both sides kept serve." Kawamura's voice reminded me that this is the situation at hand.

"Although Gan has already predicted Eiji's style of play, but..." I said, indicating that I was paying attention to this side.

"When it came to Kikumaru's serve, it seemed that I couldn't keep up with Kikumaru's actions." Tezuka, who seldom commented, made a rare long sentence this time.Dual-tasking is also your forte.

Just feeling emotional, I heard the sound from the field over there, "The game is over, Echizen wins! 6-0!"

"Wow, that's the end..."

"It didn't even reach [-] points, this might be the fastest record!"

Tezuka and I turned our heads to look at the same time. Over there, after shaking hands in front of the net, the figure of the white hat ran towards us immediately.

"Minister, my game is over." Running to our side, he looked up at Tezuka with a calm expression and even breathing, not at all like he just finished playing a game of tennis.

"Well, let's go back today." Tezuka looked at him and nodded, "I will talk to the teacher."

"Yes." Giving a slight bow to Tezuka, he turned and ran away.

"Tezuka, what happened?" Unable to keep silent anymore, I asked directly.

Turning back his gaze and looking straight ahead, Tezuka spoke in a calm voice with a calm expression on his face, "It's nothing."

nothing?There is absolutely something right about this!

* "Old man!" I yelled as I opened the entrance door of my house.

There was no one in the room, so I threw my bag away and ran to my temple.

On the Buddha clock platform, Sanskrit sounds lingering, a certain bad middle-aged man is lying on his side with a pillow in his hand, flipping through adult cool magazines with great interest.

After finally finding the right owner, the originally high anger was suddenly discouraged—fighting with this person seemed to lower one's own standard.

"Old man." I greeted with a sullen face.

"Oh, teenager, you're back~" Even if his son caught him reading unsuitable books for children in a Buddhist temple in broad daylight, the bad middle-aged man didn't have the slightest bit of embarrassment.

"What's going on, I hope you can explain it."

"Ah? What's the matter?" The bad middle-aged man was at a loss.

"Stop pretending, what is the U.S. Open?" I couldn't help but raise my voice, "You must have applied for it on your own, old man!"

"Oh, that's it~" The old man chuckled, "What's the matter, didn't you say it yesterday, the love letters are all on your desk, it's a man, don't just turn around and renege on it~"

See you big-headed ghost's love letter!I was crazy, "How would I know if you said that!"

"Why are you angry~" The bad middle-aged man looked impatient, "I replied for you because I ran out of time~"

Then he closed his eyes, "It's already been decided, let's make preparations for going to America early."

After speaking, he looked at the colorful magazine to himself.

It has been like this since I was a child. This person has decided that what he likes must also be what I like.My life has been blueprinted and planned since I was born, whether I like it or not.

"No." My voice was surprisingly not particularly angry.

"Huh?" Putting down the book in his hand, the old man showed a surprised expression.

"I won't go." Looking at the pair of eyes similar to mine, I responded concisely.

*Next to a park bench.

"Oh, oh, isn't this the Kisarazu brothers (belonging to Liujiao and Saint Rudolph respectively)~" Guanyue stroked her bangs, "Your relationship is still so good~"

The Kisarazu brothers, who were sitting side by side on the bench drinking drinks, looked at this guy who automatically came forward for no reason.

Twirling his fingers around a lock of his curly hair, Guanyue spoke as if no one was around, "By the way, have you heard about that incident~"

The Kisarazu brothers were even more confused, "What about that?"

"For the sake of being teammates, let me tell you guys for free~ In the youth selection team a while ago, the one who played against the US team at the end, the one who stole the limelight, Echizen..."

Inside the bookstore.

The orange-headed Qianshi didn't read "Weekly Shonen Jump" in his hands, and, together with Tan, who was wearing a green headband beside him, listened blankly to Guanyue gesticulating and talking eloquently there.

"As long as you spend less than the price of a weekly magazine, you can hear amazing news! Let me tell you, the current number one singles player in middle school is the Aigaku Echizen competition, which actually attracted the attention of the American competition organizing committee... ..."

On the practice field of the ice emperor competition.

Sitting on a high stand, Atobu put his arms around his chest and looked serious.To his left stands Huadi with slumped shoulders and blinking eyes.Sitting on the right is Guanyue, who is eloquent and eloquent.

Shinobu, who had just finished practicing off the court, wiped his sweat with a towel, while peeking at the three people in the stands, listening to their conversation.

"This information is definitely worth the big price you pay~" Guanyue flicked her right hand triumphantly, "That's it...then that kid will be invited to participate in the next U.S. Open~"

In the street amusement hall.

In front of the game console, Ruoren, who was surrounded by girls from the bodyguard group, suddenly put a hand on his shoulder.

If someone turns his head to look, he will see Guanyue curling his bangs with his fingers, slightly raising the corners of his lips and closing his eyes in a mysterious manner, "Want to hear the most exciting news in the middle school tennis world? You only need to play this information three times less." You can know it in the game~ It's the Echizen that your teacher pays the most attention to..."

A kendo dojo in Kanagawa.

Sanada in a kimono lifted a certain disciple's arm with a wooden knife and corrected his movement. With sharp black eyes, he glanced at Guanyue sitting with his hands on his knees in the corner of the dojo, and said flatly, "Tell me, what's the matter."

"Hmm, this is really great news for the Tennis Club of the High School Affiliated to Lihai University." Trying not to be overwhelmed by the atmosphere in the dojo, Guanyue grinned, "The Echizen who once defeated you and stole the throne, I'm finally going to leave everyone and run away alone, the specific situation..."

"Shh!"

Guanyue's triumphant voice came to an abrupt end.Because Sanada cut the haystack piled up next to the dojo into two pieces—with a wooden knife.

"Of course, I don't charge for this information, it's a friendly offer..." Guan Yue swallowed.

"Continue." With his back to Guanyue, Sanada's voice was calm.

In an evening coffee shop.

Holding his chin in one hand, Guanyue looked at the other side proudly, "That's it, I will treat you to whatever you like."

"Guanyue, you traveled so many places in one afternoon!" Yuta across from him sighed in admiration, and then frowned, "But, have you investigated everything? Regarding this matter, it doesn't matter if my brother comes back today Didn't even mention it."

"However, it's really amazing, this guy Echizen!" Yanagisawa (author's note: the one with thick lips and goose head) who was sitting with Yuta also sighed.

"Humph~" propping his chin with one hand, twirling his fingers around his curly hair with the other hand, Guanyue closed his eyes and grinned, "For us, this is exactly what we wish for. Not only making money, but also less money in Japan. I have a strong enemy~"

"But aren't we unable to participate in the national competition?" With big eyes, Yuta spoke honestly.

The fingers around the curly hair paused, Guanyue's forehead showed blue veins, and his voice was soft, "What did you just say, Yuta~"

"No, I didn't say anything." Yuta and Yanagisawa's complexion changed, and they said in unison.