The Prince of Tennis: The Quincy of Rikkai University

Chapter 274 Pink Hips and Broken Bones
"Yes, after winning this game, our chances of winning are even better."

Mifune Nyudo looked at the screen, stroked his beard and nodded with satisfaction.

"But even though we won, the trump card we had hidden has been revealed ahead of time." Kurobe Yukio said with a worried look on his face.

"Nothing is perfect. After all, the opponent is the French team. What we can do now is to try our best to maintain the competitive state of the players."

Mifune Nyudo sighed. He knew this, but there was nothing he could do. When the group draw was finalized, he knew that it was impossible to hide the trump card.

Every battle is a tough one. If you keep hiding your trump card, it will become a plane ticket back home.

"I heard that this year's French team recruited two super junior high school students with amazing strength. I'm afraid we will see one of them in the next game."

No longer dwelling on this topic, Kurobe talked about the situation of the French team.

"Well, one of them is also very famous in France, while the other one is a bit mysterious. The information we collected is just superficial and useless intelligence."

"One is called Plans, known as the Ace Prince, and the other is called Oshuwaru, a very interesting junior high school student, because he seems to love our ninja culture and usually dresses up like the ninjas we are familiar with."

Kurobe Yukio was talking here, but he didn't know that when he mentioned the name Plans, the atmosphere in the junior high school team suddenly became cold.

"Kuangyuan, the person that Coach Kurobe was talking about, couldn't that be the person you just told us about..."

Marui Bunta nudged Kuwazono beside him with his elbow and asked in a low voice uncertainly.

Because before the first game started, Kuwazono had already told Marui and other junior high school students in the lounge what happened after they got lost today.

"There shouldn't be another junior high school student named Plans on the French team..."

Sangyuan secretly glanced at Kamijou Chiyo who was looking at the screen seriously at the side, and replied in a low voice.

"Pfft, I really want to see Yuuki fight that guy. Come to think of it, it seems like we haven't seen Yuuki angry for a long time."

Niou Masaharu's eyes lit up slightly, and his expression betrayed his desire to watch the fun.

"Come to think of it, the last time Yuki got angry was probably during the national convention in our first year of junior high school."

After Marui Fumita recalled it carefully, he looked at the other people from Rikkai University and stared at them with a questioning look.

"Hey! So Yuuki-senpai also gets angry on the court?"

Kirihara, who was just a second-year student at Rikkai University, looked as if he had heard an incredible secret, and his eyes widened.

"Yes, I remember that time too, it was..."

The topic of several people also aroused the curiosity of other junior high school students. For a moment, the entire junior high school team formed a circle and listened to the people from Rikkai University talking about Maya Yuuki.

It was not until the second game started that they interrupted their communication with reluctance.

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"The first doubles match will begin now. Please invite both players to come on stage!"

In the center of the venue, after a period of time, the referee announced again that the game would continue.

At the same time as the notification ended, the contestants of this game walked out of the preparation areas of both sides.

The French team sent out a combination of Tristan Barthes and Oshowaru Doron.

The Japanese team is composed of Ikuto Kimijima and Genichirō Sanada.

"Why did the coach want me to be paired with a junior high school student who doesn't understand aesthetics? It's really a headache."

When the two players stood facing each other in front of the net, Tristan, who looked like a model, touched his hair with his hand and said with a distressed look. "What are you talking about? This is the most fashionable ninja costume in Dongyang. Your aesthetics is too narrow!" Oshuwaru shouted in dissatisfaction.

After that, he took out a scroll from his back, unfolded it, and continued: "See, the most popular fancy words in the East are something that vulgar people like you will never understand."

However, just as Oshowaru was proudly showing off his calligraphy works, an angry rebuke came from the opposite side.

"Idiot! What the hell are you writing about?"

When Oshuwaru heard the voice, he turned around and saw Genichirō Sanada pointing at his calligraphy work and scolding him with an unpleasant look on his face.

"This is an idiom from Chinese culture, 'to be crushed to pieces'. Look at what you wrote? Powdered hips and shattered bones!"

As a fan of Sun Tzu's Art of War, Sanada naturally knows a lot about Chinese culture.

So when he saw these four words written on the other party's scroll, he immediately lost control of his emotions.

"Oh, is that so? Then how should I change it?" Oshuwaru was immediately shocked, then took out a brush from somewhere and looked at Sanada with a curious look.

"Tsk, give me the pen, the words are written like this..."

Sanada took the brush, drew a cross on the word "buttocks" with two strokes, and then wrote the correct word in the blank space next to it.

"Wow, so that's how it is. Thank you, Master!" Oshuwaru looked at the modified scroll with shining eyes and immediately expressed his gratitude.

"Idiot! I'm not your master!"

The inexplicable name irritated a nerve in Sanada Genichirō, and he immediately scolded him angrily.

He was completely speechless at Oshowaru's shallow and half-understood understanding and didn't want to continue communicating.

"I didn't expect that two middle school students who don't understand aesthetics could unexpectedly get along so well together..." Tristan posed and looked at a bumpkin with contempt.

Then he looked at Kimijima Ikuto across from him and smiled slightly: "Come to think of it, I really appreciate your care during that time, Kimijima."

"Ah... don't take it to heart." Kimijima was stunned at first, then he remembered what the other party mentioned.

Tristan was once expelled from the French tennis world because he was too handsome, and it was Kimijima who helped him in some way.

Then, with a gleam in his eyes, Kimijima pushed up his glasses as usual, put on his unique negotiation pose and said, "If you really want to thank me, I'd like to make a deal with you."

"What do you want to negotiate?" Tristan asked curiously.

"Like you said, the junior high school students on both sides of us don't have the gene for aesthetics. Why don't we let these two decide who is the worst guy with the least aesthetics?" Kimijima stated his negotiation conditions.

"Oh... your suggestion is very much in line with the aesthetics of Parisian fashion, Kimijima."

After changing to a standing pose again, Tristan smoothed his bangs, looked at Kimijima Ikuto and nodded, "Although the coach might be angry, Kimijima, you understand my aesthetics best, so I agree for now."

"Haha, in that case, let's get started."

After getting the result he wanted, Kimijima ended the conversation, waved his hand, and turned to the backcourt.

At the same time, the pre-match greetings between the two sides ended and the distribution of ball possession was determined.

"The match begins. The French team, Tristan & Oshovalu, face the Japanese team, Kimijima & Sanada."

"It's a best-of-three set. The French team will serve first in the first set."

The referee's signal was heard again, and the first doubles match officially began amid everyone's anticipation.

(End of this chapter)