Net King Conan: blue iris

Wimbledon Tennis Division Five Years Later——

Ryoma ran towards the lounge.

"ah…"

Ryoma stopped, turned around and helped up the man he had just knocked down: "I'm sorry."

The one who was knocked down was a boy... I guess... He rubbed his arms and complained dissatisfiedly: "Why are you in such a hurry!"

"I'm sorry." He pulled up his hat.

"Are you Echizen Ryoma?" He looked at him and asked.

He nodded, not curious as to how he knew his name.

There are very few people who don't know themselves now. After all, I am already at the top of tennis, as long as I win this game.

The young man smiled slightly.

Ryoma was a little stunned. He didn't seem to understand what it meant. Before he could react, the young man had already turned around and left.

"Echizen, you are here! Come on! It's about to start!" As soon as Ryoma's manager Kaibin saw Ryoma, he quickly pulled him into the competition area.

Ryoma regained consciousness and pulled up his hat: "Oh."

Seeing Ryoma being pulled away by his manager, the corners of the young man's mouth slightly raised: "Ryoma..."

"The following is Japanese player ryomaechizen, playing against Chinese player Huanli."

"What?!" shouted from the audience.

It is precisely because this is an important match for Ryoma, the top match in the theory of fantasy, so everyone who can come has come. When they heard the name "Huanli", everyone could not restrain their excitement...could it be...

Ryoma's appearance attracted bursts of cheers, while some people in the audience stood motionless and looked at the other exit. How they hoped... it was really her...

"Bang, bang, bang..."

They all seemed to be able to hear their own heartbeats clearly...

Ran held Kudo's hands tightly, and Haibara held Seiichi Yukimura's hand.

When that person completely walked out, everyone's eyes were filled with disappointment, disappointment... He was not Huanli; he was a boy.

Ryoma watched the boy walk to the net. He was stunned for a moment: "Uh... you are... the one just now..."

"Hello." The young man smiled slightly and reached out his hand.

Ryoma tugged at his hat, turned around and walked back: "nadeamadadane."

Don't give your opponent any face.

"Shinichi...it's not Huanli..." Lan whispered softly.

Shinichi smiled and patted Lan on the shoulder, looked at the young man in the field, and narrowed his eyes slightly: "It's not too early to draw a conclusion now."

"Yeah." Hui Yuan Ai added.

"Shinichi?" Ran looked at Shinichi in confusion, and saw the confident young man's smile that reassured her. In turn, Yukimura and Ai smiled at each other.