Prince of Tennis Fraudster

However, no matter how he called out, the system no longer responded.

Chapter Twelve: Family

After calming down, Niou took another long-distance run with weights.

When he was exhausted and his lips were dry and cracked, he finally completed the 10km cross-country running training.

Exhausted, he suddenly saw a spring in front of him. After drinking a couple of mouthfuls, he found that his energy had returned.

I moved my body a bit, and I didn't feel that deathly fatigue anymore.

"This is?"

"award!"

The system's voice announced: "Training, like tasks, will be evaluated based on the degree of completion. Those who do not meet the standard will be punished, and similarly, the higher the score, the higher the reward."

Niou remained silent.

Rewards and punishments, not annihilation, did indeed diminish his motivation to become stronger to some extent. However, whether he became strong or not, or whether he desired to become stronger, had no direct relation to the system.

At the same time, he also realized that what the system repeatedly emphasized was that it was just a platform. The decisions and choices were all up to him.

Want to become stronger?

Sure, then let's strive to become stronger!

The choice is yours: either become an adult insect or transform into a dragon!

After thinking it through, he asked, "So, I swung the racket 900 times just now, failing to complete the 1000-switch task, so those 200 points are a punishment?"

You can understand it this way.

Niou sighed inwardly. This system might not have made him go crazy and become comparable to Sanada and Yukimura in a short period of time, but it gave him unlimited possibilities.

"The Fraudster System, a fraudster?"

Niou looked at his hands, then at the handsome yet cunning young man reflected in the spring water. A slight smile played on his lips: "A tennis cheat, that sounds pretty good!"

"Ding!"

"Triggering a hidden quest, 【The Path of the Conman】. Collect seven 【Conman Fragments】 before the National Tournament. Reward: Hidden attribute 【Conman】."

"Uh……"

The sudden mission startled Niou, but after realizing what was happening, he smiled.

"The Path of a Conman?"

Recalling the original Niou, who could impersonate many skilled fighters including Yukimura, it's clear that his own talent was considerable. Moreover, the role of a con artist certainly intrigued the current Niou.

"accept!"

It's a hidden quest, and it even matches the system's name, so accepting it is definitely the right thing to do.

"But what is that 'fragment of the con artist'?"

"Mission Reminder: Seven matches, seven opponents!"

Renwang frowned and asked, "What do you mean?"

"A con artist needs to analyze the results from the given information, possess strong logical reasoning and judgment skills. To become a world-class, or even master-level, tennis con artist, these abilities must be top-notch!"

The system's voice gradually eased Renwang's brows, but at the same time, he felt immense pressure.

A con artist needs deception, acting skills, and technique—all three are indispensable.

Think about Niou from the original work; at best, he achieved some minor success. The one who truly surpassed him was Irie, the guy whom Prince of Tennis fans call the "Actor of the Night."

Although he wasn't sure if Irie was actually following the path of a con artist. After all, in the original work, Irie never displayed such a bug-level ability as illusion.

After sorting out his thoughts, Renwang calmed down. Just then, a short figure tiptoed to his door.

Crunch!

The door was pushed open, and a head with a single ponytail peeked out, its dark eyes cautiously observing the surroundings.

"cut!"

The little guy sniffed, grinned, and said disdainfully, "Lazy pig, it's almost eight o'clock and you still haven't gotten out of bed!"

The little guy is 5 years old this year, and his name is Niou Natsumi.

Despite his young age, he had a big temper and was quite mischievous. When he was in elementary school, he was known as the "Little Fox" because he had tricked almost everyone in his class, and he never managed to get any evidence against them.

But when I got home, the little guy taught me a lesson.

Salt and sugar are mixed together, so Niou's cake is salty and his hot pot is sweet. It's become a daily routine for him to scribble insults at his teacher on his homework and draw funny faces on his face.

And so, the little guy tiptoed to the bedside of the King of Kings.

"Whee!"

Looking at the sleeping Niou, she took out the black paintbrush she had prepared beforehand, and with a flick of her small hand, drew a line on Niou's face.

“Hmm…” Suddenly, Niou yawned.

The little guy's face changed, and like a frightened rabbit, he hid in the corner of the bed.

"Ahhh!"

To everyone's surprise, after yawning, Niou shifted his body and turned his head to the other side.

"Humph!"

The little girl stood up, hands on her hips, her face full of anger. However, she was not discouraged, but turned to the other side and once again swung her paintbrush at Niou's face.

"Well?"

Niou suddenly let out a soft "Eh!" which startled the little guy, who retreated several steps, "Ah, ah, ouch!"

Niou sneezed, smacked his lips twice, and then turned to the other side.

After repeating this process two or three times, the little guy finally understood.

"Hmph! You stupid brother, you stinky brother, you're awake but you still won't get out of bed!" Xia Shixiao curled her lips and glanced disdainfully at Renwang, who was still pretending to be asleep.

However, Niou's expression remained normal, and his breathing was steady.

"what?"

The little guy's bright black eyes darted around, and he muttered, "Could it be my imagination?"

At that moment, Niou blinked and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"Oh, so you lied to me!"

The little guy puffed out his cheeks, grabbed Renwang's ear, and twisted it.

"Ouch!"

Niou's face fell, and he hurriedly said, "No, no..."

The little guy's eyes widened even more. She hadn't used much force at all, but judging from Renwang's pained expression, it was as if she had bullied him.

"Silly pig brother, Mom is calling you for dinner!"

The little girl threw down those words and turned away angrily. Watching her retreating figure, Niou's lips curled into a smile.

Although this quirky and mischievous younger sister is a real headache, Niou has a rather pleasant feeling about her.

Chapter Thirteen: A New Beginning

The Niou family lives in Kitadori Ward, Shonan City, just a ten-minute walk from Rikkai University.

The head of the family, Niou Masahiro, is a mid-level employee at a construction company. His salary is decent, enough to support his family with some savings. His mother, Niou Keiko, is a housewife.

The older sister, Masami Niou, is a third-year high school student at Rikkai University and is diligently preparing for the entrance exam to the University of Tokyo. The younger sister, Natsumi Niou, is 5 years old, attends preschool, and has a quirky and mischievous personality.

"good morning everyone!"

After washing up, Niou came to the living room, greeted his family, and sat down to eat breakfast.

"I'm full, I'm leaving now!"

Niou's older sister went to school with her schoolbag on her back, while her mother helped Natsumi put on her shoes before taking her to school.

"slightly……"

Before leaving, the little guy didn't forget to make a funny face at Niou, which made Niou both laugh and cry.

The women had all left, leaving only Niou and his father. Niou glanced at his father, who was reading the newspaper, and said, "Father, I have something I'd like to discuss with you!"

"Oh?"

Niou Masahiro was somewhat surprised. He put down his newspaper, smiled, and asked, "Yaji, just say what you have to say."

He was initially quite troubled by this son. Because the son, whose temperament had been somewhat unpleasant since childhood, strongly resisted the idea of ​​him becoming a 'great engineer'.

But later, Niou was involved in a car accident, which made Makoto realize something. Tennis and engineering were both insignificant to him.

However, after waking up, Niou locked himself in his room for two whole days after hearing that he could no longer play tennis. When he came out, he agreed to his father's original suggestion, which made Makoto overjoyed.

Now that his son has recovered, and the company has recently hinted that he might get a promotion, he is in a much better mood.

Therefore, he did not put on a very authoritative air.

"call……"

Seeing his father's gaze, Niou took a deep breath and said, "I want to play tennis!"

"Ok?"

Renwang Zhenlian's expression changed instantly, but he quickly composed himself, though his gaze turned cold as he asked in a deep voice, "Why?"

"I want to become a professional gamer!"

Profession!

This was something Nioh could never have imagined in his previous life, but in this world of the Prince of Tennis, a world where tennis is revered and supreme, and with the help of the system, this dream is no longer just a fantasy.

"No, I don't agree!"

Renou Masahiro resolutely refused. His expression turned serious, and he said coldly, "If it were two years ago, I might have agreed to your request, but now... let's not talk about our profession anymore."

He's also a tennis fan, and his knowledge of tennis goes far beyond the superficial. He's well aware of what Niou has missed these past two years.

In Western countries, a 14-year-old with great potential would likely already be preparing to pursue a professional career. But Nioh is now just a beginner.