The Prince of Tennis - I'm Echizen Ryoma

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The narrator of this chapter is Sakura Nao-author-Sakura Nao-author.Points of view conversion are marked with *.

During the lunch break, in the corridor of the first grade of Qingxue, I looked into the classroom of the first grade ([-]) class, but I didn't find the figure I was looking for.

I will never forget the proud boy I met before school started.Fortunately, he and I went to the same school, the same grade, and joined the prestigious Qingxue Tennis Club taught by my grandmother.

What happened next to him dazzled me.Even though I could only cheer for him from afar, I couldn't help but want to get close to him and follow him.

Will it be in the staff room?

"Grandma~" Pushing open the door of the staff room, I hurried in.Grandma was taken aback, "What happened? Sakura."

"Ah, I'm sorry." Only then did I realize that Tezuka, the head of the tennis club, was still standing next to me, "Well, Ryoma-kun doesn't seem to be around?"

"so what?"

"So... I just wonder where would he be now?"

"Are you talking about Echizen Ryoma in my class?" Mr. Ito, the head teacher of the first year ([-]) class, raised his head from his desk, "I looked for him earlier."

"Speaking of which, he is really an incredible little guy. He can classify and summarize the entire chapter of Japanese history in [-] minutes and memorize it by heart..." He smiled and looked up at Minister Tezuka, " If he can be serious, he should be able to take the first place in the grade like you Tezuka."

"Can... be serious?" Minister Tezuka repeated in a low voice.

"Speaking of which, what is your business with Ryoma?" Grandma looked at me jokingly, "Do you care about him?"

"No, that's not the case." Two red clouds flew over my face, and I waved my hands hastily, "I just want to cheer him up..."

"Well, he's a tennis fanatic, and he plays even when he's not practicing?"

"Ah, I see, thank you grandma!" After finishing speaking, I ran out like a gust of wind.

＊"What's going on?" Ryuzaki couldn't do anything about this granddaughter.

"In the past, all the top players possessed a certain leadership temperament." Tezuka looked thoughtfully at Sakura's retreating back, "This kind of temperament makes people willing to follow them."

"Leadership temperament~" Ryuzaki squinted at Tezuka with his eyes.

Sensing the strange tone in the teacher's tone, Tezuka turned to look at Ryuzaki with a puzzled expression.

＊"Echizen?" In the tennis club room, the senior cadre asked with a book in hand.

"Yes, I think he should work harder to practice after he becomes the first-choice player, so..."

"He hasn't been here, and if he had been, it would have been on the tennis court."

"Echizen?" On the tennis court, Senior Momoshiro looked at me with his racket on his shoulders.

"No, we didn't see him." Said Dashi on the side.

"That's it..." I said disappointedly.

"What? Are you trying to confess your love to him?" Senior Taocheng was full of interest.

"Of course not!" I hurriedly argued.

But he didn't listen to me at all, Gu Zi closed his eyes and said old-fashionedly: "Well, they are still very young~ It's nice to be young~"

Before he could finish speaking, Senior Dashi hit him on the head with a racket, "You are only one year older than them!"

"The seniors are really hardworking, and they are also on the tennis court during lunch break." I said with admiration.

"No, we're just killing time."

"Then, let's start, A Tao." Said, Oshi-senpai picked up the racket.

"Okay." Senior Taocheng replied.

Seeing the two practicing seriously, I turned my gaze to the playground, where there was the figure of Senior Kawamura jogging.

Walking on the campus path, recalling the scene just now, I whispered to myself: "The players who are selected really work hard..."

As soon as I turned the corner, I was startled by a tennis ball passing by.When I looked up, Kaidou-senpai, who was practicing against the wall, was staring at me with those snake eyes.

"Ah! I'm sorry!" I ran away as if flying.

There was a "hiss" from senior Haitang behind him.

While running, I couldn’t help but murmur to myself with a whimpering voice, “Woo——Ryoma-kun, where are you practicing~”

＊In the teaching building behind Sakura, on the rooftop, the boy sleeps like an angel with a tennis bag on his pillow.

Sitting next to him was wearing earplugs and listening to a CD, he smiled and handed a black marker to the other side.

On the other side, Kikumaru covered his mouth with one hand and sniggered with OK on his face, took the marker with the other hand, and began to draw cat whiskers on the angel's face...