The Prince of Tennis - I'm Echizen Ryoma

After finally escaping from the arms of senior Kikumaru, I walked across the corner with cat food in my hand.I was stunned by the sight in front of me, and the cat food bag in my hand almost fell to the ground.

Da and Dashi are dressed in casual clothes (nonsense, of course everyone wears casual clothes on Sundays), surrounded by a group of laughing and beautiful big sisters, forming a coveted picture of sitting beauties.

But Dashi doesn't seem to enjoy this kind of beauty in the eyes of others.This can be seen from the roots of his ears that are so red that they are about to bleed and the profuse sweat on his head.

Pretending not to know this person, I lowered the brim of my hat and walked quickly past them.

But—"Echizen!"

It seems that senior Dashi is not going to give up my not-so-reliable life-saving straw.Reluctantly, he stopped in his tracks and looked at Dashi with mournful eyes.But he let out a long breath, because the girls who had surrounded him huffed and surrounded me again.

"He looks so cute ~ Dashi, who is he?" "Isn't it your younger brother?" "It's a lie, it seems that the name is different." "He must be a handsome guy when he grows up~ Little brother, let's make an appointment Come and marry me when you grow up~"

The noise of the girls chattering made me dizzy.Some of them even stretched out their claws and pinched my face and hair.

When I was guarded by the old hen of Dashi like a chick, I no longer knew the north, south, east, and west.After wandering around with this group of people inexplicably for a while, I finally figured out that these big sisters are short-term college students who came to Tokyo for a school trip.They actually got lost together in the shopping street just now.

Dashi passing by became the first victim and was caught by them as a tour guide.If Senior Oishi deserves to be unlucky because he is too kind, then I was solidly implicated by him.Oishi-senpai, who is not good at dealing with girls, held my hand tightly all the way, not giving me a chance to escape.

However, these big sisters are quite generous, and they invited Dashi and me to have a big meal at noon.When I began to wonder if my legs were still growing on me, they finally ended today's trip.

Watching the train going away, Dashi and I wiped off our cold sweat at the same time.

Looking back at my face, Dashi suddenly gave a "puchi" smile.He took out a handkerchief and wiped it carefully on my face, and it took a while to finish wiping it off.A large smear of lipstick was left on the handkerchief—it was a parting gift from those over-enthusiastic sisters just now.

"Don't laugh!" I gritted my teeth as I stared at him.It's not thanks to you that I'm so unlucky today!

He took out a handkerchief and wiped it vigorously on his left cheek.After the sassafras was finished, I showed it to him in a demonstrative way - there was a touch of lipstick on it.We both stared at each other for a while, then burst out laughing.

I waved goodbye to Dashi, turned around, and the smile on my face turned into a smirk.Poor senior Dashi, I must have forgotten my nature of vengeance.

*A quarter of an hour later, Dashi, who returned home, was stared at by his parents and younger sister for N minutes with monster-like eyes, and then his parents took turns to educate him with earnest and heart-pounding conversations.

The cloud-covered Dashi finally found the reason in front of the mirror in the bathroom—on his right cheek, there was a very clear lipstick mark.Clenching his steel teeth and clenching his fists, Dashi, who was rarely angry, finally became angry.

"Yue-qian-long-ma!" With a loud roar, several crows on the roof flew away screaming "fools and fools".

The author has something to say:

The narrator of this chapter is the protagonist-author.The angle of view conversion is marked with *.

PS: Regarding the handkerchief of the protagonist, readers who read Volume [-] will know how pitiful Oishi really is.