HBWnovel Chapter 399 Ripple
Chapter 399 Ripple
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The narrator of this chapter is Kebin's American teammate Billy - Atobe - Sanada - Kebin - the protagonist.
"Oh my, the air pressure is very low today~"
Sitting with pillows in both hands against the wall, I glanced at Kebin who was playing basketball in a muffled voice.Since he came back yesterday, he has looked gloomy, not as good as the vengeful ghost before.
"Hehe~" "I hate it~"
Suddenly there was a girl chatting and laughing outside the venue, which immediately diverted my attention and made my eyes shine.
"HELLO~" I stood up and leaned against the barbed wire fence coolly with my arms around my chest, fully showing the advantages of my height and long legs. I pressed my cowboy hat and sent a sunny and gentlemanly smile to the girls, "Would you like to come with me?" How about playing basketball? I will teach you very gently~”
"How about it?" "Let's try it..." The girls looked at me secretly, blushing a little.There is a door!It seems that even if I, Billy Caddy, live in Japan, I can still have a very happy life~ Very happy~
"That bastard!"
When he was triumphant, Kebin suddenly heard a bitter sound from the other side of the basketball court.Looking in surprise, I saw him slamming the basketball on the basketball hoop with his back turned to me.
The basketball flew out aimlessly, just whizzing towards me.
"Wow——" I didn't care about the gentleman's demeanor at all, I put my head in my hands and squatted on the ground.
"Bang!" With a loud noise, the basketball hit the barbed wire wall above my head ferociously, and also smashed away the screaming girls.
"Hey, wait a minute—"
I watched the girls run away without looking back with great regret——the chickens and eggs of life were beaten, and then I turned my head to look at the back of Kaibin, who was shaking his shoulders with anger. Exhaled a long breath, "Really. Can't you calm down..."
Hey ~ can make the proud and proud Kebin? Smith so obsessed, thinking about it day and night, sleepless nights until completely abnormal - even I want to look up at the magical Echizen Ryoma.
＊"Hey, have you seen a foreigner who looks like a middle school student?"
On the side of the well-equipped tennis court, with a tennis bag on his back, the boy in the white hat asked the people sitting on the sidelines to rest.
"Foreigners? No." The same answer.
"Really, excuse me." The boy pinched the brim of his hat with his hand as a compliment.
"Hey, have you seen a blond-haired American come here?" Another tennis court, the boy asked persistently.
"Huh?" The other party didn't respond.
"He looks like a middle school student." He added patiently.
"I haven't been here~" I said casually.
"Huh?" He turned around in surprise.
"I've heard." Wearing a gray and white school uniform, standing on a high step, I put my hands on my hips and stepped forward, and looked down at him in a comfortable and arrogant pose, "In order to find Kaibin, these days you It's like running all over tennis courts everywhere."
"Because I can't play in the game, I want to settle it with Kebin privately, huh?" I raised my jaw.
"Isn't it possible?" The boy in the white hat with the tennis bag on his back replied in a low voice.
"In this way, what's the difference between you and that Kebin who messed up other people's places?"
"If he wants to fight me, I'll make him my opponent." The brim of the hat shades his eyes.
"Oh? I just saw you venting your anger for not being selected for the selection team." I smiled.
Huo Ran looked up, and he stared straight at me.In the stubborn Huber's eyes, there is an unyielding fire, gloomy and lively.
"Stop it." Facing his gaze, still with an arrogant smile on my face, I spoke like a knife, "Otherwise you will only get worse. If you are not selected for the selection team, it means you have lost. Hurry up and be obedient with your tail between your legs." Go home."
I turned my head and walked away, "Goodbye~"
Turning my back, the smile disappeared from my face.
It's all like this, what are you going to do?You've already been slapped in the face, haven't you realized yet!Fool!
＊The rooftop of a general hospital in Kanagawa.
"Really, Tezuka is back." Sitting on the bench, looking at the distant sky, Yukimura said softly.
"It doesn't seem to be able to compete yet." With a tennis bag on my back, I stood up straight as usual, "I don't know if he can participate in the national competition."
"I'm really looking forward to it. I really want to recover quickly, even if it's a day earlier." Yukimura smiled softly, "I really want to play a game with Tezuka~"
Looking down at him, I looked serious, "Hyodi's Atobe also said the same thing. We have many strong enemies."
"Is it a strong enemy..." After a moment of silence, Yukimura glanced at me with a playful smile, "Speaking of which, what happened to the freshman who once defeated the emperor?"
Avoiding his gaze, I looked into the distance, "He was not selected for the youth selection team."
"...Really." Yukimura was a little surprised.
"Lihai University Affiliated High School will never lose, this is our Lihai motto." My eyes are still staring into the distance, "Because we have the crown of No. They, it is also our responsibility to keep winning. And the winner must keep burning his fighting spirit if he wants to keep winning.
However, the person who has already won me and won the first title does not have this kind of awareness.Especially in this kind of friendly match, his problems determined that he could not qualify for admission. "
"Now is the most critical moment." Yukimura sighed.
"Tezuka probably understood this, so he was not allowed to enter the selection team. Moreover, it is said that in order to prevent him from competing privately, he was slapped in the face." With my arms crossed, I remained expressionless.
"Is that so... the legendary Tezuka who is as calm as an iceberg?" Yukimura, who had been listening quietly, showed a vaguely distant expression, "I'm really jealous of him~"
"But I won't be jealous of you, Genichiro." Turning around, he smiled warmly at me who was speechless, "So you can educate Chiya and them well, please~"
Automatically ignoring the second half of Yukimura's words, I closed my eyes, "But, as the person who pulled me off the throne, I can't even enter the selection team..." Opening my eyes suddenly, I said firmly, "No matter what reason , is really intolerable!"
Come quickly, Echizen!You are a man with wings!
＊"Here." By the basketball court, Billy handed over a can of drink, opened another can and drank it.
Reaching out to take it, I stared at the beverage can in my hand and said slowly, "I have been playing tennis under my father's pressure since I was very young..."
"It's starting again." Billy rolled his eyes.
I didn't pay attention to him. For me, it's good to have someone by my side to listen to me when I'm depressed.Frowning, I immersed myself in the memories of the past.
"Cabin, come on. 』On the tennis court, my father's tall figure blocked the sun, and a tennis ball hit me.
"Ah..." When I was young, I couldn't even hold the racket, and I watched the ball pass by.
"Cabin, come again. 』The cold tone sounded again, and another tennis ball hit me.
Holding the tennis racket in both hands, in order to hear my father's praise, I tried my best to swing it, but fell to the ground because of my unstable center of gravity, "Wow! 』The burning pain in my knee filled me with tears instantly.
"Kevin, stand up. In the blurred field of vision, successive tennis balls hit me on the ground, accompanied by my father's gradually annoyed voice, "Stand up!" 』
"Father is very strict with my son." My tone was as calm as telling someone else's story.
In the dark room, the father poured down a large bottle of wine with his head up, and slumped on the chair breathing out the smell of alcohol. There were more than a dozen empty wine bottles piled up in front of him.
"If I had done my best then..."
He always used this sentence as his opening remarks to cover up his disastrous defeat to that person.Yes, unbearable.In fact, the man had hit him with his eyes closed—with his tacky floral shirt unbuttoned and cheap board shorts.
The rascal in a flowered shirt and beach pants, with a large area of healthy wheat skin, closed his eyes, took a light step, and swung his slap, smashing his strict and gentle father into pieces, scattered on the ground, and it was difficult to recover .
"I won't be caught by that person..." The wine-red liquid dripped from the corner of his mouth, and the father, who was flushed and slumped on the chair, muttered, breathing alcohol, "Don't underestimate people—Echizen Nanjiro!" 』
Then there was a lot of loud noises—every time the name was said, my father would go into a drunken fit and smash all the objects in the room that could be seen to be moved.
"I hate that kind of father very much." At that time, when I was young, I could only shrink myself in the corner as much as possible, trembling and weeping silently, and sincerely prayed that my furious father didn't notice me.
"Your father seems to have had a hard time losing to that man named Echizen Minamijiro," Billy put in.
"It's a serious injury, a serious injury." Alcoholism ruined his sports career, and he ended up being a junkie.I snorted through my nose, "What a useless father."
"That gloomy period..." As if returning to the tennis court where there were cheers when we first met, a light flashed in my eyes.
In the center of the stadium, the elves in white hats and red shirts danced lightly in the blue sky and the scorching sun, their posture rhythmic and flowing like flowing water and clouds, stirring up waves of cheers and admiration.
Staring and sitting in the stands, I have never been so eager, eager to stand face to face with him on the same court!
"That was the moment when he won four consecutive U.S. Open junior championships." I drank the drink in my hand before I knew it.
"Then you found out that he was Echizen Ryoma, the son of the samurai Nanjiro who defeated your father. Right?"
"At that time, I swore that I was different from my father! I must not lose to him! I must prove it!" I gritted my teeth while clutching the empty drink can, "This is the first time in my life that I am so serious. Seriously I decided to play the tennis that my father forced me to play."
In order to defeat Echizen Ryoma, no matter how hard the training is, I will be happy.
"The following year, I finally made it to the West Coast Junior Finals. However, Echizen Ryoma did not participate in that competition."
"Did you win the championship easily in that competition?"
"Yeah. I thought I could compete with him." Standing up, I picked up the basketball with one hand and tossed it up and down.
"At that time, Echizen Ryoma had returned to Japan." Billy, who had heard it countless times, said neatly.
"I threw that trophy right away." I stopped throwing and grabbed the basketball with both hands. I stared at it bitterly, just like I stared at the trophy that fooled me back then. Meaningless!"
"After that, I kept looking forward to the day when I could compete with Echizen Ryoma. Then, finally, I thought I could compete with him!" I yelled as I threw the basketball in my hand, "but told me that he was not eligible to participate in the competition." ?! Are you kidding about Mars!"
What's even more outrageous is that he, who was so domineering at the beginning, is now slapped and silent like a sheep?
"But, why?" Billy was puzzled, "Why can't players like Echizen Ryoma be selected for the selection team?"
"How do I know!" I yelled again.There is only one explanation: the Japanese brains are collectively broken!
＊Streets illuminated by the setting sun.Finding nothing, I walked slowly with my bag on my back.
『If you are not selected for the selection team, it means you have already lost. ’ ‘Hurry up and go home obediently with your tail between your legs. 』
The cold and heart-piercing drawn-out accent still rings in my ears.
Just bow your head and admit defeat?Just go home obediently with your tail between your legs?Not!no way!
Stopping, turning 180 degrees resolutely, I strode forward.I have never been to that place, but the address is clearly in my mind.