Net king Conan: blue iris

"Table Tennis Registration"

"Please note, those who have not registered to participate in the project, please go to the registration office to register as soon as possible. Repeat, those who have not registered to participate in the project, please go to the registration office to register as soon as possible." A notice was broadcast on the radio.

Ryoma was standing in line at the registration desk in his tracksuit with his pockets in his trousers, waiting for registration when there were soft footsteps coming towards him behind him.

Ryoma glanced behind him calmly, and immediately, a pair of cold hands covered his eyes, and a low moan came from beside his ear, but it was a deliberately changed voice:

"Guess who I am~"

"Are you a child? But yes, there is no one who loves sweets like you."

"Tch, how do you know it's me?" He let go in frustration, "It's not fun at all."

Huanli looked at the few people who lined up in front of him: "Sure enough, not many people are interested in the ping-pong competition. I said, do you really want to participate in this?"

"of course."

Huanli cast a contemptuous glance: "Cut, your level is only playing table tennis, using the tennis method, do you want me to teach you?"

"Madamadadane. How good are you?"

"At least, the whole school has no rivals." Nonsense, this lady was amazingly talented in ball games in her previous life.

Just as the two were saying this, a voice suddenly came from behind: "Echizen Ryoma."

"En?" Ryoma turned his head sideways, and Huanli beside him also turned his head, and he saw the boy with glasses in the original plot.

"Are you also participating in the table tennis competition?" said the boy with glasses.By the way, what is the name of this guy with glasses?

"Probably." Ryoma looked calm.

"Looks like I have some strength, and I'm looking forward to the next game. Hehehe~" The boy in glasses walked away with a racket bouncing the ping pong ball with a grin, and Ryoma looked at him.

"En..." Huanli rubbed his chin with a troubled face.

"What are you doing?" Ryoma turned his head, why did he have a troubled expression on his face?

"Ah, I remembered, his name is Musashi Kuaixiang, a first-year student!" Such a complicated name, who can remember it.

"You know him?"

"Kaixiang Musashi, first grader. He was originally in the table tennis club, but he quit suddenly a week ago. He went to China to learn table tennis when he was five years old, and won all 26 matches in Japanese public competitions." Turned into a replica of Qian, wearing glasses, holding a notebook and declaring mechanically, and finally pushed the glasses like Qian's signature.

"Why do you learn to speak from the seniors?" Depressed...the tennis club has two cadres since then.

"Recently, I've been discussing the improvement of dry juice with Senior Gan." Huanli gave a devilish smile.

Stay away——these are the only two words in Ryoma's mind at this moment.

After a while, the refueling group came.

Sure enough, as Huanli expected, Ryoma played table tennis in the same way as tennis. (Huanli: Nonsense, I know astronomy at the top and geography at the bottom... A certain author (glances contemptuously): Don't make it sound like you are a god because you know the plot.)

Then I saw Fuji's so-called game, Huanli's Khan...