HBWnovel Chapter 421 News
Chapter 421 News
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The narrator of this chapter is Tezuka - the protagonist - Yuta, and the point of view change is marked with *.
The second day of the school ranking competition.
"I'm sorry, I'll see you next week at the show time~" On the tennis court, Kikumaru made a dance-like smash.
"The game is over! Kikumaru wins, 6-1!"
"A landslide victory! As expected of Kikumaru~"
The lively atmosphere of the game, the excited chattering people watching outside the barbed wire fence of the stadium, in contrast to a certain brat sleeping on the table in front of the kanban recording the results of the ranking match.
Did you practice more at home last night?It is the time to grow your body, coupled with the large amount of exercise every day, no wonder you are so lethargic.
"ABCD four groups, two of each group can become the main selection. For group B, it is Eiji and do it." Oishi's voice sounded beside me.
"Ah." I answered absent-mindedly, and I moved towards the kanban table.
The morning sun slanted, and he didn't feel anything while sleeping soundly with his face on his arms.
Under the shadow of the white hat and messy hair, the drooping long eyelashes are still thick and eye-catching; the slightly parted lips are exposed to the sun, and there is a thin snoring sound leaking from the soft pale pink.
Cute childish and undefended expression, perhaps only when he is asleep, his demeanor is in line with his age.
He stretched out his hand, paused in the air, and gently landed on his shoulder.
Although I don't have the heart to destroy this scroll, my duty requires me to act as a reminder.
"Echizen," I said with an unconscious gentleness in my steady voice, "it's your competition soon."
"Ugh—" the long eyelashes moved, his lips pursed slightly in protest, and he uttered a soft voice.
He suddenly remembered that afternoon on the bench in the greenhouse, when he accidentally approached this face, but he suddenly turned over and turned into a big red face.
Trying to reduce the heat on my face, I put some force on the hand on his shoulder, "Get up and wash your face, move forward."
"Um... oh." Standing up in a daze, he lowered his head and rubbed his eyes, then wobbled towards the drinking pool.
This way you won't stumble halfway while walking.Although he knew that such a small probability event could not happen with his motor nerves, his eyes still followed the figure for a long time.Just as he was about to move back, his gaze froze again.
Those two figures who followed - aren't Mr. Inoue and Ms. Zhi from "Pro Tennis Monthly"?
*I was drinking water in front of the drinking pool, when I heard an excited female voice from behind, "Hello—Mr. Longma~"
Hearing the sound, he turned his head and saw two people walking over.After the game with the US team a few days ago, the two came to interview frequently.Due to the principal's tears and Mrs. Ryuzaki's pressure, I accepted most of the interviews, so I was familiar with them.
"Hello." I turned off the faucet casually, and I nodded politely at them.
"We heard that Mr. Longma is so good~" Ms. Zhi was full of excitement, "I am going to participate in the US Open, one of the four major Grand Slams in the world, at this age!"
"Huh? The U.S. Open?" I blinked.What does it matter to me?
"Don't pretend anymore, a letter has just arrived from the conference headquarters." Mr. Inoue took out a piece of paper from his black briefcase and handed it to me, "Look!"
Picking up the piece of paper in wonder, I whispered the content on it, "The list of players for the US Open—"
Then I saw my name in the long list, "Echizen Ryoma?!"
"What is this?" I wondered.
"What do you think this is?" Miss Zhi was confused by my expression.
"Could it be that you really don't know?" Inoue was quicker than her.
I'd be damned if I knew!Before I could answer, a calm voice came from the side, "Can you talk about this matter in detail?"
Looking up, he was facing the clear and sharp eyes behind the upper long lenses.
"Minister." I greeted.The minister is the same as Fuji, a mysterious existence...
While complaining secretly, the minister had strode forward and stretched out his hand at me as a matter of course, "Show me, Echigo."
Reflexively handed the paper in his hand to the minister.
When the minister's gaze was searching the paper, Miss Zhi on the side said awkwardly, "Well, is there something wrong?"
"No, it's impossible." Inoue vetoed it, "The organizing committee of the competition will not make such low-level mistakes."
"So, did someone apply for the competition for Mr. Long Ma without authorization?" Miss Zhi was puzzled.
"It can only be like this, but who is it?" Inoue muttered.
Who else could it be!A wicked middle-aged face with a smirk flashed before my eyes, "Dad!"
I suddenly remembered when I went home last night...
"Yo~ Ryoma-sama~"
As soon as he returned to his room and sat on the bed to take a breath, he saw the stinky old man jumping in with a wicked smile on his face.
"What's up?I'm very tired just after practicing~" I lay down on the bed with pillows in both hands, and I ignored his stubble.When you're so tired, don't think I'll play with you again~
He took out an airmail letter from his monk robe, the old man squeezed his voice, "There is a love letter for you~"
"love letter? ’ I blinked.
"That's right, it's a passionate love letter~" The bad middle-aged man has a strange voice.
"Oh, is it so.Just put it there first. 』I calmly closed my eyes.It would be a fool to take every word of the old man seriously.
"Ah, I've already written a reply for you. 』 Did not get the expected response, the old man's voice seemed a little low.
"As you like. ’ I turned over.
"What, so you have already prepared, really, you guy..." I don't know what the old man muttered afterwards, because he fell asleep immediately.
Already prepared!Could it be that the so-called love letter came from the organizing committee?
The corner of my mouth twitched, and I wanted to run home as soon as I took a step—to settle the score with the old man!
"Wait a minute, Echizen." The minister held my shoulder with one hand, restraining my impulse, "You still have a game next."
"Yes. But..."
"We'll talk about this after the game." The minister interrupted me without any explanation.
I bowed my head in silence.
After a pause, he changed his tone to a softer tone, "Is there any problem?"
"Yes—" the voice was prolonged, I closed my eyes and lowered the brim of my hat, turned and walked away.Anyway, you have to follow your rules, if you don't want to run around until you die...
*"I'm sorry, I'm going to report this to Mr. Ryuzaki." Tezuka bowed politely to the two of Tennis Monthly, "Let me take my leave first."
"Ah, did we do something wrong?" Looking at the back of Tezuka leaving, Miss Zhi frowned.
"En—" Inoue pondered without answering.
"Hmph~" Behind the bushes, watching the figures of the two reporters walking away, Guanyue, who was holding a telescope beside him, laughed, "I heard it, important information~"
"I said Guanyue, are we here to observe Qingxue's school ranking competition?" Holding the camera, I don't understand why we sneaked here and followed Echizen before.
"Don't let go of any opportunity and collect all the information. This is my method of combat~" Putting down the telescope in his hand, Guan Yueyu patted me on the shoulder earnestly, "As a disciple I have high hopes for, you have to remember well That's all it takes~"
Why?I was taken aback, "Since when did I become the disciple you placed high hopes on in Guanyue?"
"Okay, you can't be careless like this~" Guanyue didn't listen to people at all, and Gu Zi crawled forward behind the bushes, "Let's go~"
"Where are you going?" I pointed in the opposite direction strangely, "The tennis court is over there."
"Things have priority~" Guanyue turned her head while crawling, and gave me a charming and enchanting glance, "Now that I get such big news, don't worry about the ranking competition~"
I shivered from the cold at that glance, and I almost dropped the camera in my hand.
"Come on, Yuta-kun~ let's go together~" Guanyue's closed-eyed and smiling expression was completely narcissistic, "Who can this information be sold to, and how much can it be sold for? Hehehe~~~"