Echizen's Young Taming Project [Comprehensive]

"The game is over, Echizen Ryoma vs Kevin Miller, 6-0!"

With the sound of the referee's whistle, the champion of this session of the American Youth Tennis Tournament - JR. Conference was born.

A teenager wearing a red and white tennis uniform and a white tennis cap stood on one side of the field. His amber cat eyes were bright and confident. He pointed the red racket at another player who was already tired. A teenager kneeling on the ground with his hands on the ground: "Youstillha.velotsmoretoworkon."

The young man's arrogant words and behavior caused a burst of enthusiastic cheers from the auditorium around the tennis court. Many spectators couldn't help standing up and applauding the young man who won the match.

The hat-wearing boy who won the crown is called Echizen Ryoma, 12 years old, Asian-American.

This is not the first time he has won the JR. Conference championship. If this victory is added, then he can be said to be the only winner who has won four consecutive championships in recent years.

"Congratulations, Echizen." The representative of the organizer was a middle-aged man. He hung up the champion's medal for Echizen Ryoma, and then handed the trophy to him: "Four years in a row, what do you want to say? Is it?"

It wasn't just the two of them who were presenting the awards. Apart from the staff and audience, there were also many reporters surrounding them.

The representative of the organizer asked this question not only for him, but also for these journalist friends.

Echizen Ryoma held the championship trophy indifferently, and the flash from a reporter's camera made him press the brim of his hat silently: "It's nothing."

His answer was not much different from previous years, but in the eyes of enthusiastic Americans, Echizen Ryoma's reaction was a bit too indifferent.

The gentleman from the organizer seemed to have been used to his attitude for a long time, and he quickly smoothed things over with a smile and took the topic to another direction.

With the familiar Mr. Sponsor outside to deal with, Echizen Ryoma walked back to the locker room with the trophy, medal and tennis racket between his arms.

As he closed the door, he also breathed a sigh of relief.

Echizen Ryoma is not very good at dealing with reporters who want to dig into his privacy, or he hates troublesome things, so he is too lazy to face them directly.

So Echizen Ryoma, who had already returned to the locker room, also put on his coat. After packing up his things, he carried his bag on his back and left the tennis court secretly.

"I am back."

Echizen Ryoma returned to the villa where he lived since he was a child, but at this time he was no longer greeted by his mother Rinko Echizen, nor was the old man at home who was always playing tricks on him. Even Carubin, whom he had raised since childhood, was gone.

Looking at the empty room, Echizen Ryoma remembered.

Last night, Echizen Minamijiro and Echizen Rinko had already packed their luggage.

And early this morning, the two took Karubin with them, boarded a plane to Japan, and returned to the hometown where they were born - Japan.

There is still a lunch in the refrigerator, which was made before Rinko Echizen left, and Echizen Ryoma can eat it after heating it in the microwave.

Echizen Ryoma took a shower, changed his clothes, heated up his lunch, and sat in the empty restaurant, clasping his hands together in front of his chest: "I'm starting."

When he got home, it was almost three o'clock in the afternoon, so it was not so much lunch as lunch and dinner.

After eating, Echizen Ryoma sat on the sofa and read tennis magazines for a while, and went upstairs to his room after eating.

Echizen Ryoma glanced at the envelope on the table, which contained a letter left by Echizen Nanjiro, which told him to go back to Japan to find them after he figured it out.

The teenager put the tennis bag aside, then threw himself on the soft bed, buried his face in the pillow, and soon fell asleep.

Echizen Ryoma had a dream, a continuous dream that he had been having since some time ago.

In this dream, he lives in the country of cherry blossoms that he has only been to twice, and he is not 12 years old now, but 17 years old.

It was like the 12-year-old Echizen Ryoma was trapped in the body of the 17-year-old Echizen.

He has his own will, but no way to control the body.

Today's dream is a new content.

Echizen Ryoma saw faces that he had never seen but felt very familiar through the eyes of the 17-year-old Echizen, and then got on a bus. After getting off the bus, he kept walking and stopped in front of a bar.

The signboard of "Homra Bar" came into his eyes, and Echizen pushed open the door of the bar and walked in.

It is said that minors in Japan are not allowed to drink alcohol?Why did my 17-year-old self walk into a bar like this?And obviously I don't know how to drink, okay?

Echizen Ryoma complained while continuing to read.

The blond man was smoking a cigarette. He raised his head when he heard the wind chimes. When he saw the person coming, he greeted him familiarly: "I didn't expect you to come back from America, King of Colorless."

Colorless King, what the hell is that?

Echizen pulled the brim of his hat: "I'm here to find Anna."

Who is Anna?

"Anna is still at school and will come back later."

Echizen nodded when he heard the words, sat in front of the bar and took off his tennis cap: "A glass of grape soda."

"...Let me remind you again, this is a bar, not a cold drink shop!"

"No?" Echizen raised his head slowly, the doubt in his eyes made the corner of his mouth twitch.

If it wasn't that he couldn't and couldn't beat him, Kusanagi Izumo would definitely have thrown out the fussy kid in front of him.

He sighed helplessly, bent down and took out the grape soda that he had prepared a long time ago from the freezer and put it in front of the other party: "Please use it, it's five hundred yen in total."

Such a small bottle of soda costs [-] yen. Is this shop a black shop?

Echizen Ryoma glanced at the man, then at the cold grape soda on the table, and suddenly felt a little thirsty.

"Are you Chi people short of money recently?" Echizen took the bottle of soda, opened the lid and took a sip: "Do you need help?"

"……No thanks."

Echizen Ryoma listened to Echizen and Kusanagi Izumo chatting without a word, until Echizen suddenly looked back.

Not long after, the door of the bar was pushed open from the outside, and it was the first time Echizen Ryoma had seen a white-haired girl in a Western-style uniform who walked in.

"Anna."

Echizen's voice was much gentler, he stood up, then walked to the little girl and knelt down.

……etc!Is this situation a bit wrong? ?

The white-haired girl blinked her crimson eyes, then stepped forward and gave the young man a hug: "Welcome back, Ryoma."

"Well, I'm back." Echizen smiled and patted her on the head lightly.

Looking at the girl's gentle side face, Echizen Ryoma could even feel her soft hair through Echizen's touch...

"..."

Echizen Ryoma suddenly opened his eyes and sat up from the bed. He looked around and found the room he was familiar with.

Thinking about what happened in the dream just now, Echizen Ryoma let out a low moan, and couldn't help covering his face.

At the age of 17, I turned out to be a lolicon.

Is this world fantasy? !