The Prince of Tennis - I'm Echizen Ryoma

"Okay, the positive selection set!"

Just halfway through the afternoon training, the minister gathered everyone, "There are still nine days before the Tokyo Metropolitan Competition. Today's selected players will have to do a special practice—a practice with a limited range of shots. That is, regional practice."

"Oh? It seems very interesting!" Kikumaru eager to try.

Gan walked up a few steps and explained: "According to the type of play, it can be divided into counter-attack type-those who hit the bottom line, pursue closely, and induce opponents to make mistakes: Kaitang, Fuji, Oishi.

Bottom-line attacking type—both bottom-line players, who can use their own explosive power to attack strongly: Kawamura, Taocheng.

Serve and volley type——A surfer with excellent reflexes, Kikumaru.

Finally, there are the all-round Tezuka and Echizen: they have excellent comprehensive athletic ability and can use them flexibly.

This time, it was a five-ball duel practice where Oishi, Fuji, Kaido, and Kikumaru, who were counter-attacking and volleying, defended comprehensively, and Kawamura, Momoshiro, Tezuka, and Echizen who attacked from the bottom line attacked from half sides.

The defensive player can only hit the ball halfway, otherwise, it will be considered a loss; the attacking player cannot score within five goals, and it will be considered a loss. "

"By the way," the dry lens glowed white, "if you lose, you have to drink up my dry special vegetable juice." He took out a large glass of dark green thick juice as if by magic.

The expressions of the crowd suddenly changed.

"Anyway, half of the people here, if they win within five goals, they don't need to drink that damn thing." I muttered.

"That's right, our defenders will win if they survive five goals." Fuji smiled.This guy not only has three eyes but also has smooth ears.

"Okay, practice begins!" the minister announced.

The first thing to happen is the duel between Kawamura and Kaitang.

"Come on, come on, let the horse come here! Little snake~"

Kawamura, holding a racket, aggressively challenged Kaidou.He attacked regardless of being the defender, and the Boomerang went out of bounds.

A shadow covered Haitang, and he appeared in front of him holding a dried special vegetable juice.

"The next group, a full-scale big stone, half-faced Peach City."

"Hey, be merciful~" "You too." The warm greeting was interrupted by a scream, and when he turned his head, Haitang had already collapsed at the gate of the stadium.The politeness on the faces of the two suddenly changed to a murderous look.

Taocheng's strength seems to have increased a lot, so that Dashi hit the ball a little higher in one return.Taocheng naturally did not let go of this opportunity, and a blockbuster knocked off the racket in Dashi's hand.Dashi became the second victim of the dry juice.

"It's dangerous~" Taocheng gasped.

The match between Minister Tezuka and Fuji-senpai was so fast that I didn't even have time to pay attention, and the match was over.

Fuji opened his blue eyes and smiled, "You were too serious just now, Tezuka."

"Of course." The minister put on an iceberg face.

"It's a pity." Taocheng whispered to me, "It would be fun if the minister drank it..."

The minister turned his head, the lens flashed white, and Taocheng quickly shut up.

Do not go to dry.Kikumaru pouted and said, "It's too early for you to give up, Fuji~"

"I also want to taste the taste of dried vegetable juice." Fuji smiled.

Gan poured the beverage can in his hand into the cup, and found that what was poured out was boiled water.He took a closer look at the drink can, which had "Tezuka" written on it.

Everyone turned their heads to look at Minister Tezuka. He was drinking water with his head up, and the drink can in his hand had "dry" written on it.Everyone's eyes suddenly became eager.It's as if there are more data books in the dry hands.

The minister took a few sips and found that everyone was staring at him affectionately.He straightened his face and said seriously: "What are you looking at? Hurry up to the next practice!"

"How could this be?" "How could he be all right?" Everyone muttered in disappointment.

"I guess there must be something wrong with his nerves..." Taocheng whispered mysteriously.

But my eyes were fixed on the minister's left hand—this hand was tightly clenched with veins and trembling slightly.

"Pfft!" What a patient man—Tezuka Kunimitsu!Two cold lights shot straight at me from behind the lens, so scared that I turned my head quickly and pretended I didn't see anything.

The author has something to say:

Attention all Buer fans, Gan has correctly given Buer's test in this chapter - chasing after and luring opponents to make mistakes.If you don’t understand, see Chapter [-] for details.