The Prince of Tennis - I'm Echizen Ryoma

"Qingxue vs. San Rudolph, No. [-] singles match, starts now!"

Before entering the arena, he glanced at Senior Fuji from the corner of his eyes, but couldn't see the expression on his face clearly.In this game, who would he hope to win?

Walking onto the arena, facing Yuta who was standing there staring at me with a serious face, bad thoughts popped up involuntarily.

"Hey, as Fuji's younger brother (emphasis), which one is stronger between you and Fuji's senior? I really want to know~ I really want to know~" (Momojo shouted: "Don't imitate me!" )

As I expected, the veins on his head popped out immediately.Such a fun toy, Buer senior will not let it go.Poor Yuta.

"Ah, Echizen is provoking him!" "It really looks like that guy's style!" The members of the youth department quarreled.

"How dare you provoke Yuta!" "Scary first grader!" "Really!" St. Rudolph members also clamored.

Turning around and walking to the position, I moved my shoulders, feeling that Yuta's eyes behind me seemed to want to burn me through.I pursed my lips to hold back the snickering, and when I turned around, I already had a serious face.So, let me see what you can do.

"A set is decided, and St. Rudolph will serve."

Sure enough, there is a way.His half-volley and his experience with left-handers are two really good things.No wonder it was said that this guy had a record of sixteen victories against left-handers before he did it.

"Huh? Ryoma-kun has been suppressed?" "Nonsense! No matter who the opponent is, Master Ryoma will win!" Katsuro Tomoka and the others lost their composure.

"As expected of your younger brother." Qian spoke calmly.

"Yuta's good half volley has improved to a higher level." Fuji's voice was calm and unwavering.

"Senior Fuji! Now is not the time to talk and laugh!" Horio clenched his fists and shouted at him.

Turning to look at him, Bu Er's blue eyes suddenly narrowed into crescent moons.

"Innings [-]-[-], San Rudolph leads."

"It's a lie, Master Longma will lose a game first!" "It's a big trouble, the left-handed killer is already a headache, and that half-volley is added!"

Amidst the din of the crowd, the Minister stood beside Fuji, "Your mood is very complicated, Fuji."

"Why do you say that?" Fuji smiled.

After a while of silence, Fuji whispered softly, "I just want Yuta not to think that way."

The minister glanced at him, but said nothing.

The two raised their heads and stared at the field.

On the court, after the exchange of venues, it was my turn to serve.

Let me find out how far you go with your half volleys.Leaping lightly, looking up, swinging the racket with the left hand, the ball spins and flies towards the opposite side.

"It's time to make a move, spin the ball!" They shouted excitedly.

Yu was too moved.He rushed forward quickly and slammed the ball just before it left the ground, and the ball bounced behind me faster than before.What a move! Super half volley!

"[-]-[-]" the referee announced.

In contrast to the exclamation outside the arena, was Yuta's extremely unhappy face.Did he already know that I was testing him before?Alright alright, I'm going to be a little more serious.Unconsciously, a smile appeared on the corner of my mouth again.

"Ah, Ryoma-kun still wants to serve with external spin!" "That's useless!" "Ryoma-kun is so stubborn..." Horio and the others shouted when they saw my serving posture.

"The half volley is really fast. It feels like the ball is being hit back just after the ball is hit..." Kawamura said worriedly.

"That is to say, our little one doesn't have enough time to surf the Internet." Someone interfaced.

"If the ball goes to the backcourt before people reach the net..." Kawamura continued.

"That's not a good thing to say." The man said again.

"Eiji, what are you mumbling about?" Kawamura turned his head to look at Kikumaru who had been learning from thick lips in confusion.

"Meow?" Kikumaru didn't realize it.

"What? You said it with a bad feeling." On the other side, the authentic thick lips covered the gauze and looked at the court, sweating profusely.

Leap lightly, raise your head, and swing your racket.Amidst the puzzled voices of the crowd, I made a second outspin serve.Relying on the forward momentum of the serve, I jumped out almost at the same time as the ball, and I flicked the ball that was hit back instantly behind Yuta.

After a moment of silence, there was an exclamation from the crowd. "Okay, so fast!" "What speed is this!"

"[-] levels!"

Looking up at Yuta who was standing there, I smiled lightly and carried the racket on my shoulder. "What? You are still far behind. There are many left-handed people who are better than you."

The little wolf looked fierce and wanted to swallow me up.

I didn't hold back the next few shots.Soon, the referee's voice sounded from the sidelines. "Qingxue Echizen wins, [-]-[-] draw."