[Net King] Please play tennis with the professional me

Ryoma's strength is enough to beat ten Sasakabe, but I still watched the game seriously.After all, the Ryoma seen on TV is still somewhat different from the real person.

Observing his details, body changes and body rhythms, I can find many things that cannot be seen on TV.

"Oh, oh, so you are here."

"grandmother!"

"It seems interesting."

The sudden conversation caught my attention, and I turned my head to look at Sakurano Ryugasaki over there. Standing beside her was a middle-aged woman in a pink sports suit with a high single ponytail. I knew it was Coach Ryuzaki.

"Don't patronize and watch, stop them quickly! I don't know why this is the case, this boy wants to compete with that high school student."

"What are you talking about? Didn't you see the return just now? The exciting is just about to start."

Indeed, you can get a glimpse of Ryoma's strength from the first ball, but he is far more than that. After all, he is still playing with his right hand as a left-hander.

I turned my attention back to Ryoma, and at the same time secretly wondered: Does Ryuzaki Sakura know nothing about tennis?

Hmm... probably this kind of dialogue was arranged to advance the plot.

I tugged at the zipper on Ryoma's coat with itchy hands. I was very much looking forward to him quickly ending this round and then going to fight with me.

"Hey Sasabe, don't really lose!"

"Stop talking nonsense, anyone can hit the ball back!"

Listening to the cannon fodder Sasabe's excuse over there, I couldn't help but sneer, I received a text message on my phone, I glanced down, it was from my best friend Hinata Kwai, 'Where are you? '

'Watching the game. 'I continued to pay attention to the situation of the battle while typing.

Ryoma kept smiling, his usual provocative and arrogant smile, "There are such low-quality people, and they use this as an excuse for their inferior skills."

I snorted in agreement: "This kind of person should go back to the trash can together with the cans."

Zuo Zuobu glared at him angrily, threw the tennis ball high, and sent a ball he thought was very powerful: "Little devil, don't be scared out of your wits."

"Here we go! Sasaki's bullet serves."

I really don't understand the excitement of the onlookers, and the name of this shit. If the bullet is at such a slow speed, everyone can be a superpower who can catch the bullet with their bare hands.

It echoed my inner voice, and Ryoma easily returned the ball: "It's too slow!"

This boring battle lasted for a while, and the self-proclaimed master Sasabe was suppressed by Ryoma, and when he couldn't catch the ball in front of the net, he simply threw his racket at Ryoma.

The muffled groans and heavy blows overlapped, as if hitting my heart.

"Ah, sorry, my hand slipped."

Bright red blood dripped onto the tennis court. Not knowing where Ryoma was injured, I reflexively touched the emergency medical kit stuffed in the tennis bag.

"Ah!" A pink figure next to him screamed, and hurried over, took out his pink handkerchief and handed it to Ryoma, "Mr. Ryoma, are you alright?"

Ryoma stretched out his hand to block it, and slowly stood up: "Don't enter the court during the game."

"You can't even hold the racket well." Ryoma pulled the brim of his hat and gripped the racket tightly. "You are really far behind."

I walked over and lifted the hat he had put on again, "It's common sense to suspend the game and deal with it when you are injured. You can take revenge after you deal with it."

He was stunned by my sudden attack for two seconds, he blinked after reacting, and asked me to treat the wound in a muffled voice.

After a simple alcohol disinfection, the gauze was covered on the bleeding wound, and the bleeding was quickly stopped.But the blood that flowed before had flowed down the bridge of his nose, and it was still bloody at first glance.

I struggled for a while, then turned my head and called Sakurano Ryuzaki to come over: "Wipe his blood with a handkerchief."

"Ah! Oh..." There was a cat's paw print embroidered on the corner of her pink handkerchief, and the girl was really full of heart.I glanced at it and couldn't help but look away.

Longma snapped back his hat, raised his hand to wipe his face twice, and refused again: "No need."

I glanced at Ryuzaki Sakura who was at a loss, turned around and walked out of the court first, "It's up to you."

The game continued. After being injured, Ryoma's attack power doubled. At the beginning, he only used this game as a warm-up.

After being beaten in the face continuously, Sasabe lost the game in a panic.

I glanced at the gauze where Ryoma was no longer bleeding, and was relieved. Just as I was about to call him, Hinata's voice came from outside the tennis court: "Ring! I finally found you! Your finals are about to begin. , why are you still dawdling here?"

I suddenly regret signing up for this boring competition.

Ryoma walked towards me, and I handed back his coat and watched him pack his tennis bag, "Are you okay? Wait for me for 5 minutes, and we'll go back together after we're done."

"Yeah." He nodded, and put his tennis bag back on his back. "Didn't you mean to play a game after the game?"

I pointed to the gauze on his head: "You are all injured, so it's not good to bully the injured."

"No problem."

It seems that he missed the game, and Zuo Zuobu's malicious damage made him angry. I raised my eyebrows and responded to the battle: "Okay, let's go and watch my game first."

"Stop chatting, let's go!" Hinata Kwai who couldn't wait rushed in and pulled me and started to run. My mind froze and I grabbed Ryoma with my backhand.

The dragon horse staggered after being pulled vigorously, and was forced to switch on running: "Hey!"

When the three of us ran to the stadium, Ryoma and I didn't feel anything, but Hinata, who was energetic at the beginning, was out of breath: "I'm exhausted, ah, let's see who your opponent is!"

Coincidentally, it was Zuo Zuobu who had just been tortured by Longma Xue.

Seeing Ryoma, Sasabe shuddered reflexively, and then thought of something when he saw me in a blink of an eye, and raised a cannon fodder-specific smirk.

Ryuzaki Sakura who didn't know when came along called out again: "Ah, why do girls fight boys?"

"Because it's a junior tennis match, so it's not divided into genders, but divided into groups according to age." Hinata Kui followed her own breathing rhythm, and finally came back to her senses. She couldn't help answering the question, and then turned her head and asked her curiously. , "Is this your first time watching a tennis match?"

"Ah yes, I actually came here with my grandma today..."

Halfway through the conversation over there, I had already taken out the racket from my bag and was ready to play. I rubbed my knee with the racket habitually, and I said to Ryoma, "5 minutes."

He tugged on the strap of the tennis bag, and responded softly through his nasal cavity: "Yes."

It was Zuo Zuobu's serve, he held the tennis ball, healed the scar and forgot the pain and challenged me: "I don't know if your tennis skills are as arrogant as throwing cans."

I was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, so I urged with a cold face, "Let's make it quick."

It was that kind of slow bullet serve again, I easily broke Sasabe's serve, if it wasn't for his slow serve, I could have gone faster.

When it was my turn to serve, I mercilessly gave him a set of outspin serve gifts to add to his ugly face.

As a result, before the fight was over, Zuo Zuo raised his hand and surrendered, covering his face and trembling.The opponent over there fled, and the entire game took less time than expected.I hurriedly greeted Longma to play, only to find that he had already taken out the racket again when I turned my head.

Meeting my gaze, Ryoma pressed down on the brim of his hat, and smiled at the corner of his mouth: "It's really exciting."

"I haven't forgotten the appointment back then." Watching him walk slowly onto the stage, I flexed my left wrist for a while, "But you forgot who I am when you met."

"If you feel unfamiliar because of too much time, use tennis to communicate. This is the advice given to me by Uncle Minamijiro."

"..." He took out a tennis ball from his pocket, "You really listen to him."

"Hmm," I couldn't hold back the corners of my mouth, I bounced my feet on the spot to find the feeling, "Listen to him, you are no longer the same as when you were a child."

"So today's game, I will win."

"Help me get the trophy!" I first yelled to Hinata, who was waving frantically at the side of the arena, and turned to look at Ryoma, "You are shorter than me every day for ten years, I think the winner of the competition should be I was right."

"... Playing tennis has nothing to do with height. Which side?" He raised his tennis racket and changed the subject.

"We don't need to be so formal. If you don't mind, I'll serve first."

"do not mind."

The routine started with an outspin serve and passed Ryoma's racket, "Hey, not bad."

"I visited your new home when you were still playing games in the United States. You missed the opportunity to get my new information as soon as possible."

"Oh? So you had a fight with the smelly old man?"

"Well, but it's a pity, it's the same fiasco as when I was a child." I returned a lob with bad intentions, "Of course you have to regret to lose to me today like when you were a child."

It is true that Ryoma is much stronger than when he was a child. After all, he has just won four consecutive victories in the United States, and he is in high spirits.

But in my previous life, I was a consecutive women's tennis champion. Although I went downhill later, I can't rank in the world of fantasy tennis.But my tennis experience and years of hard work are not fake.

"The game is over, 6-3, I won." I walked to the side of the field and gulped water, and Sun Xiangkui hugged me with the trophy she brought back, clapped vigorously, and whispered: "This is what you talk about every day. That boy who is very good at tennis?"

"Ah."

"But he doesn't look that powerful, he can't even beat you."

"He will be very good in the future." I put down the water bottle, watched Ryoma come over and knelt down to tidy up the tennis bag. I couldn't help but push the tennis racket on top of his head.

He looked up at me, with bright cat eyes: "Hey!"

Through a hat, I rubbed the top of his head with the mesh: "It's much stronger, Ryoma."

"...I will win you next time." Depressedly, he raised his hand and waved away my messy racket, and stood up with his tennis bag in his hand.

"After so many years, I really miss hearing your words again. When I was young, you kept pestering me for another game. Why did you give up so easily today?"

Ryoma glanced at me with a natural look, "I said you wouldn't agree if I came again."

I laughed.From a young age, as soon as he was injured in a game, I would ask him to treat the wound before continuing, and after the end of a set, I would refuse all his requests to come back.

"So you still remember."

"I'd rather forget it myself."

This stinky boy can't do anything else, but he responds quickly when he slaps people back.I put my tennis bag on my back, and bumped him like a piece of porcelain, "Don't worry, if you forget something, I will definitely use tennis balls to remind you."

"Whatever, as long as you lose to me."

"Haha, it's good for young people to have dreams, but I won't lose!"

Just like this, the first time Ryoma and I met after so many years ended.When I was lying in bed at night, I suddenly felt very emotional.

I can face all this so calmly, which shows that I have really grown up.

A night without dreams.

When I woke up the next day, I turned over and saw the framed photo on the table.It was a snapshot of Longma's match. In the photo, Longma looked serious and serious, and the time was frozen at the second when he fought back.

The Ryoma in the photo and the Ryoma from yesterday's race slowly merged together, I closed my eyes and smiled.

That boy didn't just appear in my dreams like he used to.

Because the real him finally reunited with me in reality.

The author has something to say:

What I set is that Nanjiro and the others came back to settle down first, and Ryoma came back one step late because he was still in the game.

There is a lot of difference between manga and animation, and I have a private design, so please don't get entangled in irrelevant plots (it's just that I am too lazy to change it)

Then I wrote these few chapters very flatly.

I haven't had much inspiration in the past two days, and I have fallen into self-doubt (harmful, daily) and I saw something that affected my mood.I have been writing under this pseudonym for three years, and I still like time-traveling stalks and sister-brother love (harm) so much. Sometimes I feel that my writing is still stuck in the past, and I really want to make a breakthrough.

Last night, I reviewed the Ghost Slayer trilogy again, and I think it’s okay, I’m pretty good at self-comfort, and there’s still progress after all.I was really pumping myself up hahahahahahaha.

If one day you feel that my writing is not good, just click × to exit. I don't want to see words such as abandonment or disappointment.Because for the most part, this is just a novel in the library, if you don't like it, there is another one.And for me, it's the kids I've spent my time and energy on, and denying them is like denying the past, denying myself.I want to give myself a little confidence.

Of course, I also hope that you believe in yourself. If you are also working hard for one thing, don't care about what others say, and move forward.

Also reading novels, everyone is looking for comfort in the online world, although I don't know what you are going through or what kind of distress you may have.But all I can do is reply to every comment I see and convey the happy sentiment I want to convey to you guys.While you give me encouragement, I reply you positively and agree.Like-minded people together, is to move forward.