Disciples are good, dolls are bad

It's the last game, so just stay here obediently. "

"What? Why did he want me to stay here for the game?" He picked his nose and counted the money in his hand.

"You are the manager of the team, and this is the last game of the day. You will have to give a thank-you ceremony after a while. What if the manager is not present?"

"Cut. What kind of thank you gift? They're not going to get married, what kind of gift are you doing?" (Everyone, you can understand the degree of rottenness of the doll from the hidden meaning of this sentence.)

"What are you talking about?" The sharp-eyed Ryuzaki Sumire suddenly caught a glimpse of the silver ring on her left ring finger.

"Huh? Where did that ring come from? It's very beautiful."

"Ring?" Followed her gaze and looked down: "Oh, what are you talking about? It's quite beautiful, but it's a pity that it can't be sold for much."

"I'm asking you, where did this ring come from? It's on the ring finger of your left hand...is it an engagement ring?"

"Hey, yes, yes, I am already engaged! This ring is given by my boyfriend." Suddenly thought of a fun game.

"Boyfriend? Really? Who would like you?" Taocheng glanced at her suspiciously.

"Hedgehog head, what's that look in your eyes? Ma'am, I'm a famous woman, are you jealous?" This hedgehog head is really annoying.

"...No." Anyone who likes you is unlucky.

"But I'm also curious about what kind of person likes you." Ryuzaki Sumire propped his chin and thought for a while.

"Hmph, of course he's handsome!" A lie must be told to the end.

"Then there is a chance another day, pull it out and let us see?"

"Why? Want to seduce my husband? Go to hell, old woman, want an old cow to eat tender grass? Go and cut my belly."

"..." I really doubt that someone like you who only cares about money will really like it?

Turning his head to look at the court, Ryoma had the upper hand.

"Being ahead wins!"

"You seem to have caught up with my rhythm." Ryoma held the racket and looked up with a smile: "It's getting more and more fun."

"Shenji lost this round without scoring a single point?" Kamio and the others looked at the field in surprise.

"In 1 minute..."

"The first-year selection of Qingxue is really amazing."

"Seeing him reminds me of the past." Sumire Ryuzaki said suddenly while looking at the field, Oishi and Tezuka looked at her.

"..." I clicked my booger and glanced at the old woman who was lost in memory.

"It's dangerous."

"what?"

"At your age, once you start remembering the past, it means you are old."

"...Do I need you to remind me of this?"

"That Monk Hua, you cultivated it by yourself, right?"

"Monk Hua? You mean... Nanjiro?"

"I really don't understand, why do you want to teach him how to play tennis with a flamboyant old man like him?"

"His strength is very strong, and he has great potential for development. I also let him play tennis after seeing this clearly." Ryuzaki Sumire raised his head and looked at Ryoma who was similar to Nanjiro on the court.

"Cut. If you hadn't taught him how to play tennis, there wouldn't be this animation, and I wouldn't be in this world where birds don't lay eggs."

"What animation are you talking about?" He glanced sideways at the person leaning aside with his hands resting on his head.

"...It's nothing." The kid looked up at the field.I really don't understand, what can this arrogant and stinky brat have to cultivate?It's not too bad to drag him to SM, just find a chance to train him.

"It's a good start, Ryoma." Ryuzaki Sumire looked at the field: "This game may be a nightmare, but you can wake up."

"The first-year is so strong, he really deserves to be Seigaku." The players of Fudo Peak also looked at Ryoma who was playing with the racket.

"He has a good environment and friendly seniors. His life is really good. First graders should suffer more. I envy you very much, but I feel even more uncomfortable." Standing on the opposite side of the net, Shen Si suddenly muttered .

"Deep Thought is starting to whine."

"He finally showed his true nature."

"The 'Tang Seng II' has finally started, it's really long-winded." Holding his nose, he glanced at Shen Si who was talking to himself.

"Tang Seng II? Who is it?" Kikumaru who was beside him turned around and asked.

"Ah? Ask me? How do I know? Go ahead and do seppuku, you bastard with no common sense, ask Tang Seng yourself."

"..." Can't you give me a good answer?

Ryoma switched the racket to his left hand.

"That kid really looks like his father." Ryuzaki Sumire looked at Ryoma on the court with his arms crossed.

"Do you know Echizen's father?"

"Well, Ryoma's father used to be a professional tennis player."

"Huh? A professional tennis player?" Dashi looked at her in surprise: "What type of player is he? Is he the same aggressive player as Echizen?"

"Aggression? Yes."

Ryuzaki bowed his head and recalled: "He is like an alien. His sense of the ball comes from power and speed. First of all, he learns knowledge through unique knowledge."

"Is he really that strong?"

"Well, he is a genius who is rare to meet in ten years. No, maybe he won't be able to meet in time. However, Echizen Nanjiro still exceeded my expectations.

"What kind of genius? He just refuses to admit defeat and doesn't want to lose to an old woman like you."

"What old woman, I was once young!"

"Sister Baby, do you also know Echizen's father?"

"No, I don't know." It's better not to get involved with him.

"Now I finally understand." Tezuka said suddenly behind him, Ryuzaki Sumire turned to look at him.

"En? Understand what?"

"The person standing on the field now is Echizen Minamijiro." Tezuka looked at Ryoma on the field: "His strength, speed, reaction, everything surpassed ordinary players, including us, he can indeed Surprising all opponents, that's a fact. Echizen plays tennis exactly like his father."

"It's rare to hear you being such a dick."

"But after Echizen overcomes that obstacle, what kind of obstacle will he encounter?"

"Hmph, obstacles..." Ryuzaki Sumire turned her head to look at a certain baby who was yawning sleepily with her eyes closed.

"If you want to talk about aliens... isn't there one here..." Ryuzaki Sumire looked at her and smiled meaningfully.

"Huh?" Tezuka was taken aback.

Ryoma used the same two-sword style as Nanjiro.

"[-]-[-]"

"He caught that ball with a right-handed forehand...don't be kidding..."

"Dual sword style..." Inoue outside the arena also looked at Ryoma in surprise.

"Oh? That's the dual-sword style?" Shinji looked at Ryoma's hand.

"Yes."

"Playing tennis is not juggling..."

"What does it matter?"

The two fought again, and Tezuka crossed his arms and looked at Ryoma thoughtfully.

"Sorry, I don't intend to lose before the national competition, and I won't lose at the national competition!"

I opened my eyes and glanced at the big iceberg sitting silently beside me.

"……Hey."

"What?" Tezuka came back to his senses and turned his head strangely.

"I said you, young, don't put on a bad face all day, can you? It's like someone owes you tens of millions."

"Uh, sorry..." I didn't think so.

"You exude a cold breath all day long. I won't talk about freezing, but can you smile a little? At least let me warm up?" Leaning over to lift his chin, he narrowed his eyes bewitchingly. Squinting eyes: "Come on, give me a smile." (You think you are a prostitute who came to tease you?)

"..." Tezuka moved the corner of his mouth stiffly.Looking at your perverted uncle's expression, I can't laugh even if I want to.

"Danger!" Suddenly there was an exclamation from outside the venue, and the two turned their heads.

Longma knelt on the ground, covering his eyes with one hand, and blood dripped from between his fingers.

There was silence outside the arena, Sumire Ryuzaki stood up in surprise.

"Mr. Longma..." Saori and the others also stared blankly at the field.

Sakurano pulled out the ribbon tied on the chest of the school uniform and ran up.

"Ryoma-kun!" Sakura squatted behind Ryoma, "Ryoma-kun, how are you?"

"Don't get close to the competition venue." Ryoma turned to look at her.

Sakura looked at Ryoma's covered left eye, the red blood was still flowing out, Sakura was startled.

"Ah, this, here you are..." Sakura held up the ribbon, and Ryoma stretched out his hand to push him away.

"It's okay, get out of here."

"But, you have to go to the hospital!"

"It's nothing."

"But you're hurt so badly..."

Ryoma stood up and reached out to pick up the hat on the ground and patted the dust, then turned to look at the broken racket that fell by the net.

"Ah, I broke the racket."

"Really, there's no time to think about your tempo right now..."

"You! Just you! No one is allowed to stay in the arena except the players!" The referee pointed to Sakurano and said.

"Huh? Me?" Sakura pulled up Ryoma: "Ryoma-kun, he said you can't stay here."

"wait wait wait……"

"Mr. Ryoma is no longer a player, but a wounded person..." Suddenly a hand patted Sakura on the shoulder, and Sakura turned her head: "Grandma?"

"If the fans interfere with the players, it is an insult to the players. If you are my granddaughter, Sakura, you have to remember."

"But, but Ryoma is injured..."

"Don't worry, there are dolls here, everything will be fine."

"Ah, by the way, there is still Senior Sister Doll here!"

"Anyway, the bleeding must be stopped first..." Ryuzaki Sumire turned her head and shouted to the outside: "Hurry up and bring the first-aid kit here!"

"Are his eyes okay?" Saori asked worriedly.

"There was so much blood, it's hard to tell."