The Prince of Tennis - I'm Echizen Ryoma

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The narrator of this chapter is Yuta.

Why is this first grade so strong?He plays tennis with confidence and without hesitation.I unconsciously recalled what my brother said before the game.

"You are very energetic, Yuta." My brother smiled and said to me who just finished warming up, "Have you gotten used to the dormitory life? I thought you would be the second singles or the first singles. I am still looking forward to competing with you ..."

"Don't lie to me!" I cut him off, "I don't care what you think!"

Looking at my brother's face with a hidden smile, my anger burned for no reason. "The first-year who defeated Gan and became the main election is already qualified to be my opponent!"

"I'll do my best to beat that first grader!" I pointed my finger at my older brother, "As for you, you'd better lose to Guanyue, then St. Rudolph will win!" After finishing speaking, I picked up my tennis bag just go.

"I'm fine." My brother whispered softly behind me, "But our freshman is not so easy to defeat... Yuta."

After a pause in my steps, I suddenly turned my head and stared at him, "Don't compare - how do you know!"

"That freshman from Qingxue is so good!" "There is still drama, because the contestant from Saint Rudolph is—" "Huh? Qingxue's younger brother?!" "Qingxue's Buer? That genius!" "Really Is it his brother?"

Straightening the racket string with his hands, there was a harsh noise from outside the court.

Echizen Ryoma, when everyone points at you and calls you a certain genius; when no matter what you do, someone compares you with the person you are closest to; when you face the person you seem to be facing every day. Can you smile as confidently as you are now when you are facing an opponent you will never be able to defeat?

"The victory or defeat starts now, Yuta." The elder brother's voice sounded softly from the sidelines, "I know, you have hated losing since before."

Yes, I hate losing, very much.But I always lose to you, brother.

Why do the warm emotions in childhood gradually change when they grow up?Is it because too many utilitarian and complicated factors have been added?Is this the price of growth?

"Excellent, the left-handed killer Yuta is also suppressed." The noise outside the arena didn't stop.

"Your clear sky smash has been broken, now, do you have any other tricks?" The boy on the opposite side pointed at me with one hand, smiling brightly like the morning sun.

Why doesn't he feel the slightest bit of pressure?He looked, totally enjoying it.

"Hey, tennis balls with only resentment can't beat me, your brother shouldn't be the only one in your eyes." He turned and walked to his position, "I used to have the same goal as you just to beat someone, now," he pointed to High and clear sky, "My goal is higher!"

He turned to look at me.The purity of the amber eyes, the confidence of the corners of the mouth slightly turned up, the flawlessness of the clear sky pointed by the raised arms, and the strong visual impact made me enlightened in an instant-so that's it!

There was also a smile on the corner of my mouth, and I looked at him, "Before you get higher, you have to beat me first!"

"Of course!" He turned to face me, his eyes filled with a warm smile.

The fierce confrontation started again.For the first time, I felt that the game was so exciting!Putting aside those complicated and cumbersome things, pure tennis can make people so happy, why didn't I notice it before?