The Prince of Tennis - I'm Echizen Ryoma

April when the cherry blossoms are flying.

Standing at the gate of the school in a pure black junior high school uniform, I looked at the black-and-white banner on the wall, which read "Private Youth Academy Junior High School" very energetically.

No longer a primary school student, junior high school, does it mean that he is also a small adult?But how long can I stay in this school?

After the lengthy opening ceremony, I returned to class and introduced myself as usual.

The students on the podium were very excited. In order to make a good impression on the new classmates and teachers in the new school, everyone talked a lot.Family members, hobbies, and new semester expectations of making more friends and thriving.

It was my turn, standing on the podium, looking at the excited and expectant eyes below, silent for a while, I just said four words "Echizen Ryoma".

Walking off the podium, there was a commotion of surprise behind him.Not because I'm pretending to be cool, but because I've had enough.During those years in the United States, with my dad who likes to run around, I don’t know how many times I moved.Almost every time I get familiar with my classmates, I have to say goodbye again.This time my father returned to Japan on a whim, and I don't know how long he can be stable.That being the case, it is better not to get too involved here.

"Hey, first grader! How are you going to pay for the stain on my designer shirt?" At lunch time, as he was about to walk to the dining table with his lunch box in his hand, he suddenly heard such a shout that shook the room.

A senior student with a shaved head and a fleshy face was pointing at the vegetable soup stains on his clothes with one hand, and grabbed an obedient first-year student by the collar with the other, almost lifting him up.

"Yes, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it." The first grade stammered.

"What, obviously you bumped into it by yourself..." His friend wanted to help argue, but was glared at by the bald head, and he forced his words back to his stomach.

"The laundry fee is [-] yen." The bald head said bluntly.

"I, I don't have that much money..."

I didn't want to pay attention to this kind of thing, but they happened to be in my way.

"Hey, you're wearing street clothes, aren't you?" I said slowly, "This kind of clothes just take this opportunity to throw in the trash. Besides, you dare to shout loudly without wearing a uniform at school. Is the grade a role model for our freshmen? Teacher!" As I said that, I turned my head to look at the crowd of onlookers.

"Old, teacher?" The bald man shrank his neck and slipped away in a hurry.

"Idiot." I pouted at his back.

"Thank you so much! My name is Kato Katsuro, I'm in Class [-] of the first year." The well-behaved freshman from before bowed to me as a gesture.

"Class two, Echizen Ryoma." I said.

"Huh? Are you that Echizen Ryoma?" He pointed at me and shouted, as if he had discovered a new continent.At the same time, he swept his eyes up and down on me.

am i famousLooking at my puzzled eyes, Katsuro smiled and said, "You are very famous among the girls in the first grade. I also overheard the girls in our class chatting by chance, saying that there is a cute and super cool freshman in the first grade. He's an overseas Chinese." No wonder there are so many girls peeping at the door of the classroom during recess.

"Speaking of which," Sheng Lang said curiously, "You are really good, you can tell the quality of clothes at a glance."

"Huh? Wearing it on that kind of person, of course it's a bargain." I said firmly.After speaking, he walked away, leaving Katsuro speechless and stupefied.