The Prince of Tennis - I'm Echizen Ryoma

"School ranking match~" With a tennis racket in my hand, I walked slowly towards the court.

This seems to be a monthly round-robin match where all the second and third grade tennis club members are divided into four groups.The top two players in each group will make a total of eight candidates for the Tennis Club.In fact, it is a battle to qualify for various competitions.

But for some reason, I was also included in the list of contestants in the first grade.During these two days of practice, I always felt that there was a strange atmosphere around me.

"So far, Echizen has shown his ability." Beside the tennis court, he heard a familiar voice and saw a familiar trio.Horio set up a mountain gate there as usual. "But it might be in trouble from now on."

"Why? Did he play well when he played against Senior Taocheng?"

"Taocheng-senpai injured his foot, so he didn't take it seriously. If Masaosu competed seriously, no matter how hard Echizen tried, he would have no chance of winning..."

"But I will still cheer for him." Katsuro said, "The first-year members are all looking forward to Ryoma-kun."

"Yes, yes." Shengxiong agreed.He looked up and saw me, and hurriedly greeted: "Ah, it's Mr. Longma."

"Mr. Ryoma, we expect you to beat the first-choice player." Katsuo Katsuo rushed to say.

There was a "hiss—" and I looked to the side. On the grass by the side of the road, with his back to us, sat a boy in a blue and white shirt and an orange turban.

"Hey, first grader!"

"Yes!" The gloomy voice frightened all three to stand at attention.

"What are you talking about? Get out!" The boy turned his head, his eyes widened, and the expression on his face was like a poisonous snake that chooses someone to eat.

"Yes!" "I'm sorry~" The three turned their heads and ran away in fright.

I glanced at him, the man's turban was weird.

"Hey!" He glared at me.

"Huh?" I don't understand.

"Aren't you in the first grade?!"

"Oh, let's go now." I lifted my legs and walked away, muttering as I walked, "It's so scary~" I felt his gaze stop on my back.

"Big thing, big thing!" As he continued to walk towards the court, a group of girls who seemed to be in the second grade ran past him, chirping as they ran. "The ranking competition is about to start!" "Today is Tezuka-senpai's competition!" "I heard there is a first-year class!" "Liar, who is it?"

Why?Is the glasses minister so popular?

When I walked into the tennis court where I was going to play today, I saw a group of senior members staring at me as if facing a big enemy.

"Ryoma-kun~" The trio who ran to take refuge before appeared again. "Come on, we will cheer for you." "Look, even the seniors are following you!"

"Hiss—" A tennis racket separated them from me, and the turbaned man appeared again. "Get out of the way, get out!"

"I'm sorry, Senior Haitang!" The trio ran away again.

Looking up, the hooded man was staring at me with snake-like eyes.

It's better than staring at my eyes. That's my strength since I was a child.I don't know how many times, I hope to nail that bad middle-aged man to death with my eyes.I stare back at him without fear.