Prince of Tennis: It's my system. My victory depends entirely on the host.

After participating in the JR competition, Marui Bunta obtained the repair fluid he wanted and took a rare day to relax.

After getting up in the morning and completing the daily 3-hour basic training, Marui Bunta changed into a green short-sleeved shirt with white denim shorts, and the whole look was refreshing and lively.

This time he did not bring his large tennis bag, but only a black canvas backpack that contained his identification documents for signing the contract.

Yes, Marui Bunta’s book was well received by readers as soon as it was released. Seeing the value of the book, the publishing house immediately asked the editor to sign Marui.

Since he is not yet an adult, Marui's father will accompany Marui to Tokyo to sign the contract.

"Bunta, Mom knows you are very sensible, but you are still young and don't need to work so hard."

Marui Bunta recalled what his mother said when she drove him out of the house, and felt helpless, but his mental age was really more than 11 years old. How could he have the nerve to ask his parents for pocket money?

Bunta Marui held onto the shoulder strap of his shoulder bag and slowly boarded the train to Tokyo with his father.

It was already ten o'clock in the morning when we arrived at the agreed place with the publishing house. The editor in charge of signing the contract agreed to meet us at a famous cafe in Tokyo. Of course, the cakes there were also delicious.

When Marui Bunta walked in, he seemed to see a familiar sheep. Its soft orange-red hair grew wildly and looked easy to rub. Isn't this his little fan Akutagawa Jiro?

There is also a familiar red girl with a cute hairstyle next to her, and they both seem to be in trouble.

"Dad, I think I saw someone I know. Can I go say hello first?" Marui Bunta asked Marui's father to go to his seat and wait for the editor while he went to solve the problem for the little fan.

Mukai Taketo protected Akutagawa Jiro behind him, and said to the uncle in front of him in a timid voice: "Go away, you pervert, if you dare to get close to Jiro again, my father will make you pay!"

The bald Mediterranean uncle saw Xiangri Yueren's guilty conscience. He was waiting with envy for the two exquisite and cute children in front of him. It was really rare to meet such two top-notch ones. It was worth it for him to come here often to hunt.

"Little boy, just follow your uncle today. Your father probably won't come!"

The Mediterranean uncle threatened Mukaito and kept approaching the two.

As Taketo Mukai saw the perverted uncle getting closer and closer, he was trembling with fear and kept backing away from his seat.

This uncle blocked their booth and wouldn't let them leave. Xiangri Yueren, who wanted to ask for help from the people around him, was covered his mouth by the sharp-eyed Mediterranean uncle.

"Yueto!" Akutagawa Jiro exclaimed, and the next second he saw a boy about their age grabbing his wrist.

"Uncle, what are you going to do to my friends?" Marui Bunta's face turned pale. How dare this rubbish do this to his little fans!

"Ah, let go... it hurts!" The Mediterranean uncle wailed. He didn't expect the young man to be so strong. He felt that his wrist was about to be broken.

"Get out of here. If I see you again, I'll beat you every time I see you!" Marui Bunta had a blank expression on his face, and he continued to increase his mental strength to intimidate the Mediterranean uncle.

The Mediterranean uncle shuddered all over as if he had seen something horrible, and stumbled out of the cafe with trembling legs.

"Are you okay?" Marui Bunta asked the two of them softly, using his mental power to comfort the two frightened young masters.

It's really bold of these two to come out without security.

"It's okay, thank you, you looked so handsome just now!" Although Akutagawa Jiro's face was still pale, he was not so scared after being comforted by Marui.

"Thank you, Jiro, it's all your fault that you insisted on eating the cake from this shop, and ended up meeting this scum." Xiangri Yueren clenched his fists in fear. If it weren't for this person, they would be in danger today.

"I'm sorry, Gakuto." Jiro Akutagawa hugged Gakuto Mukai coquettishly, and under his attack, Gakuto Mukai immediately forgave him.

"It's okay, are you going to leave right away or wait a while?" Marui Bunta was worried that the pervert had not gone far, so he reminded the two to ask their family to pick them up just in case.

"Can we stay with you and wait for your family to pick us up?" Akutagawa Jiro looked at Marui Bunta with admiration. He really wanted to be friends with this man.

After some thought, Marui Bunta finally agreed. After all, it was just a contract and it was not a secret.

Marui's father, who had just gone to the bathroom and missed the scene where Marui Bunta taught the scum a lesson, looked at his son bringing back two teenagers with a confused look on his face.

Marui, who didn't want to worry his father, calmly introduced them, "Dad, these two are my friends I met in Tokyo, Jiro Akutagawa and Takehito Mukai."

The two people who had checked with Marui Bunta hurriedly greeted Marui's father in unison.

"Hello, Marui father, my name is Akutagawa Jiro."

"Hello Marui father, my name is Taketo Mukai."

"Oh, okay, hello everyone!" It turns out my son is so good at making friends that he has made friends all over Tokyo.

Soon, the editor from the publishing house arrived. As soon as he sat down, he apologized to Marui's father: "I'm sorry, genius teacher who loves cakes. There was a traffic jam on the road. I'm late."

Miyamoto had a preconceived notion that the author who could write such a popular fantasy suspense novel must be a person with extensive experience.

Unexpectedly, after he said that, the scene became quite silent for a while.

"I'm sorry, the author you are talking about should be my son." Marui's father introduced Marui Bunta with pride.

“Ah... yes... is that so? I’m so sorry!” Miyamoto Zawa’s brain froze on the spot. Oh my God, such a popular novel was actually written by an elementary school student?

Before he could doubt it, Marui Bunta discussed the profit sharing and publishing of the novel with Miyamoto Sawa for nearly half an hour.

Miyamoto Sawa, who was forced to retreat step by step by Marui Bunta, was very sure that the boy in front of him must be the genius original author who loved eating cakes.

Such a sharp and sarcastic style is quite consistent with the writing style of the novel!

After signing the contract using Marui's father's identity information, Miyamoto Sawa left first with great tact.

Although he is a fan of the reader who loves cakes, he is not familiar with Marui yet and feels embarrassed to chase him offline.

I will definitely get the author's autograph in the future! Miyamoto Sawa swore in his heart.

"Wow, Bunta, you are so amazing. You can write novels now." Not long after knowing each other, Akutagawa Jiro became a qualified Marui Fuki.

"Yeah, it seems like Marui is great at everything he does." Mukai Taketo has a high degree of favorability towards Marui Bunta who rescued him, and he also wants to be friends with Marui.

"It's nothing, I'm a genius!" Marui Bunta was very calm about the praise from the two.

After that, Jiro Akutagawa kept chattering beside Marui, and during the conversation, he became even more excited when he found out that Marui could also play tennis.

"Just wait for the chance, Bunta, you must play a game with me!" Since Marui Bunta did not bring a racket today, Akutagawa, who wanted to play a game with Marui, had to give up.

As soon as he finished speaking, Akutagawa Jiro's father rushed into the coffee shop with an anxious look on his face.

"Baby, are you okay?" Akutagawa's father hugged Jiro tightly. He was almost scared to death when he received the call and heard that Jiro was in trouble.

"It's okay, thanks to Bunta." Akutagawa Jiro gave his father a sweet smile. He had a bad memory and had forgotten the fear he had just felt.

At the same time, Xiangri's mother also hugged Xiangri's father-in-law in her arms with a look of fear on her face. She would definitely not let that guy go!

"Thank you, Auntie. If it weren't for Yueren, I would definitely be traumatized today." Xiangri's mother looked at Marui Bunta kindly, her tone sincere.

"Uncle too, please give me a chance to thank you!" Akutagawa's father wanted to repay Marui Bunta on the spot.

"No need. Even if I didn't help, people around me would help." Marui didn't want to repay anything. It was his duty as long as his little fans helped him.

Akutagawa's father and Mukohi's mother looked at each other and realized that the boy in front of them didn't care about their gratitude, so they had to think of another way.

After exchanging email addresses, Jiro Akutagawa, Takehito Mukai and Bunta Marui were taken home by their respective parents. Bunta Marui also followed the gloomy-faced Marui father and took a car back to Kanagawa.

"Dad, don't be angry. I didn't mean to hide it from you." Marui Bunta hugged his father's right hand and acted coquettishly. He didn't tell him because he was afraid that his father would worry.

"Okay, Bunta, don't do this next time. If you have any problems, ask adults for help, okay?" Marui's father, who was immediately coaxed, took the opportunity to teach Marui a lesson.

"I know, Dad is the best!" Marui's voice was full of sweetness, knowing that he had escaped a disaster.

He knew that as long as he acted cute with his dad, everything would be fine.