The Prince of Tennis - I'm Echizen Ryoma

"Stop it." Touching the gauze that Ryuzaki-sensei wrapped around my left eye, I said firmly.

"It's stopped?" Dashi couldn't believe it, "The blood was flowing downhill just now."

"This is only temporary." Ryuzaki-sensei said, "It can only last for 15 minutes at most."

"You can play when the bleeding stops, right?" I walked up to the referee. "I did say it, but you..." The referee wanted to say something else.

"Echizen, your racket." Taocheng handed over the racket. "Thank you, Taocheng senior." I said.

But Dashi came over and blocked Taocheng with his hand.

"Senior Dashi..." I was a little surprised.

Dashi looked at me and was about to say something.A hand stretched out to the side, and took the racket from Taocheng's hand. "Minister..." Taocheng shouted in surprise.

Handing the racket to me, the minister's face was much more serious than usual. "10 minutes." He said, "If you can't decide the winner within 10 minutes, you have to abstain!"

"Tezuka..." Oishi shouted at Minister, but did not continue.

"Do you understand?!" Behind the lens, the minister's eyes were so sharp that they dazzled.

Reaching out to hold the racket, looking directly at him, a smile appeared on the corner of my mouth. "10 minutes!"

"Alas—" Sighing a long breath, Senior Dashi looked at me helplessly, "Go, go forward, come down if you can't."

"Okay!" I was about to adjust the brim of my hat, but it was empty.

"Huh—" A hat flew in the air, and I reached out to catch it.Turning around in surprise, Senior Kaitang still had that stinky expression on his face. "You forgot something," he said.

Putting the hat on my head, I smiled from the bottom of my heart. "Thank you, senior!"

Haitang turned his head and gave a "tsk".

Stepping towards the court, I felt the burning eyes of the seniors behind me.

"He wants to continue the game?" "Is it a lie?" "Isn't that guy's left eye injured?" Voices from all around came one after another.

On the opposite side, Yi Wu, who had been waiting against the wall with his eyes closed, opened his eyes.

10 minutes.I can only do my best.

"Drink!" He didn't serve with external spin, but this time the serve was so fast that the opponent couldn't react.He looked at the tennis ball behind him with disbelief.

"Hello." In the silence, I raised my hand and pointed at the other party, "This little injury, you guys must be making too much fuss~"

That being said, anyone with a little common sense knows that it is difficult to measure distance with one eye.

The guy on the other side was staring menacingly at my dead corner on the left.For me, this is not the last trouble-the stinky old man often competes with me with his feet out of sight.For example, to let one eye close is to close one eye, and to let one foot mean that one foot cannot move.In order not to take advantage of him too much, I can only learn from him.So it can be regarded as a little experience.

The trouble is that instant paralysis.I'm sure it was this guy with raving disorder who did it, but I haven't found a way to deal with it for a while.

Sure enough, not long after, my arm became paralyzed for a moment, allowing him to pull two rounds in a row.Don't hurry up and think of a way.