The Prince of Tennis - I'm Echizen Ryoma

On the tennis court, the hooded man and I stared at each other.

The surrounding air seemed to be swept by the low pressure, and it was quiet.After a long time, the turbaned man let out a "hiss" and walked away.

This guy really looks like a snake.I tapped my back with the racket, which was too straight before and now felt stiff.

Unceremoniously, with a score of six to zero, two seniors who wanted to kill the enemy but were unable to recover were settled.A group of girls screamed frantically from the sidelines of the court. "Ah~ Master Ryoma~" "So cool~"

Cold sweat dripped from my head.Are all Japanese girls so exaggerated?

To be honest, I don't think there is anything pleasing about my solitary, reticent character.It's almost a week into school, and I can count the number of times I've spoken in class on the fingers of one hand.The formation of this character is inevitable.No matter who it is, as long as he is reincarnated as that perverted middle-aged son, he will definitely become as lonely as me.

"Ahaha, as expected of Echizen, it's amazing." In the tennis club room at noon, Horio yelled while eating, foaming from his mouth.

"Horio, you said earlier that it would be difficult for Ryoma to win." Katsuo couldn't see it.

"It's for the first-choice players." Horio argued disapprovingly.

"However, if this continues, he may even defeat Senior Haitang."

For some reason, these first graders like to hang around me despite being indifferent to them.No wonder the Japanese love Takakura Ken.

"Katang" the door of the department opened, and Katsuro with one eye bruised appeared at the door.

"Ah. Katsuro, where have you been?" Horio asked in a fuss, "What happened to your eyes?"

"I was so focused on filming that I got hit by the ball. Leave me alone," Katsuro held up the camera. "Big thing! Watch this first, I'll take pictures of Ryoma's next opponent, Kaidou-senpai!"

"Huh? Kaidou-senpai's competition?" Katsuo Horio asked in unison.The two rushed forward impatiently. "Oh, awesome, so you missed the Echizen game just to do this, Katsuro!"

"Anyway, very strong, really strong." Katsuro said excitedly with one swollen eye.

"Ah, it's too strong, maybe I don't even have a chance to win." I said.

"Huh?" Katsuro looked at me strangely, "Ryoma-kun, how could you say such depressing words?"

"Sure enough, professional player." I continued to mutter, flipping through the magazine in my hand that reported on the world's top professional tennis players.

"You made a mistake, Ryoma! They took this photo just for you..."

Closing the magazine, picking up the racket, I walked out of the department door.

"Ryoma-kun—" "That's how he is." "Let's see for ourselves..." Horio's and the others' discouraged voices came from behind.

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Questions and Answers:

What did the protagonist do between the time the protagonist left the club room and the time before the game? (The author's answer is found in Chapter 26)