Prince of Tennis Fraudster

"Oh?"

On the other side, seeing Niou's condition, Nanjiro raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised by his state. However, it was merely surprise; Niou's strength was insufficient to truly unsettle him.

"Teammate, it's the last ball!"

boom!

The tennis ball was struck, slamming into Niou's face with a resounding thud. He simply shook his head, dodging the fierce smash.

"It's over. Did you learn it or not, kid?"

Nanjiro loosened his hair and looked over with a smile, but Niou didn't react at all. He simply remained in the position of catching the ball, while closing his eyes.

"Ah……"

Seeing this, Nanjiro shook his head, sighed, and said, "I already know your talent. You're not suited for this path. Go back and practice more..."

After saying that, he turned and left.

call!

Just then, the sound of a ball being tossed rang out. Nanjiro, who had his back to him, smirked slightly, but his steps did not falter.

boom!

The sound of the ball hitting the ground followed by a thud as the tennis ball hit the ground reached his ears.

"Not bad, but not enough..."

Before he could finish speaking, his expression changed, and he leaned back, quickly taking half a step back.

Whoosh!

A speck of yellow passed by where he had been, then with a bang, it embedded itself in the temple wall, spinning rapidly for a long time.

chi chi...

"Ok?"

Looking at the tennis ball spinning endlessly on the wall, Nanjiro raised an eyebrow, and a strange light flashed in his previously cold gaze.

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"Oh?"

Turning around, Nanjiro raised an eyebrow.

He keenly sensed a lingering familiar aura emanating from the person opposite him, Niou.

His brows furrowed, and he said in a deep voice, "Kid, you've passed."

"Ding!"

"Congratulations, host, on completing the first stage [The Profound Meaning of External Spin]. Your external spin serve has been upgraded to orange rank. Reward: 2000 points and 20 reputation."

"Okay, that's enough for today. I'm going to get back to work."

Nanjiro smiled, waved, and went into the room. Niou's consciousness also became blurred at that moment. He was surrounded by darkness, then a flash of light, and he was back in his room.

"call……"

Lying on the bed, Renwang let out a heavy sigh.

"As expected of the samurai Nanjiro, even just a fraction of his power almost drained my mental energy."

His brain felt as if it were lacking oxygen, his vision became blurry, and he fell into a deep sleep.

"That feeling just now, hey, what an interesting kid..."

From a corner of the still-present simulated space in Niou's room, a soft laugh echoed. The echo faded and gradually disappeared.

The next day.

At Kita-dori Station, Niou, dressed casually in blue and carrying a tennis bag, and Kita-en, wearing a pink short-sleeved shirt, wait for the car to go to the club.

"Longevity leaf! Longevity leaf?"

"Huh? Oh! The car's here..."

Beiyuan closed her book, blushed, and took Renwang's outstretched hand. They got into the car, found an empty double seat, and Beiyuan resumed reading with great interest.

"what book?"

Renwang glanced at it, and Beiyuan quickly closed the book.

"cut……"

Renwang pursed his lips. The book in Beiyuan was covered with a layer of anti-corrosion paper, so he couldn't see the title of the book.

"You're being so mysterious, you've been acting a bit strange lately..."

"Hmm." Bei Yuan replied without blinking, "It's an English text. I've fallen too far behind in my studies lately."

Indeed, recently, due to the training of the regular players, the Big Three have neglected the management of the ordinary players. Especially the first-year players, if it weren't for Kitazono's supervision, some of them definitely wouldn't have made it to the summer selection.

She sacrificed her own study time to provide the three of them with ample training time.

Renwang glanced at Beiyuan, who was quietly reading a book, smiled, took out half of his earphone, plugged in his MP3 player, and enjoyed the scenery outside the window gradually receding into the distance.

About twenty minutes later, the two got out of the car and soon arrived at a secluded spot, not far from the famous Shanpu Tennis Club in southern Hunan.

The founder of this club, who is also the current club president, is Taisuke Yamaura. He was ranked 132nd in the world by ATP and is the most successful Japanese professional tennis player after Jiro Minami.

Four years after retiring, he used the prize money he earned during his career to start this tennis club in partnership with some sponsors with whom he had good relationships.

The club has been operating quite well over the past four years.

The financial investment wasn't huge, but thanks to Yamaura's keen eye for talent, he signed many promising young tennis players at relatively low prices. Many of them have already made a name for themselves and are thriving in the Japanese tennis world.

Recently, the Yamaura Club has shown signs of challenging for the title of the top tennis club in the Kanto region.

"Go in."

Looking at the mahogany gate, Bei Yuan, who was next to Ren Chaowang, smiled and took her hand as they walked inside.

After passing through the lobby and checking the relevant data, Niou followed the caddie's directions and found the construction company team where his father worked.

Upon seeing a well-built, middle-aged man chatting and laughing with others, Niou stepped forward and said, "Excuse me for disturbing you, you must be Mr. Nagasaki?"

"Ah."

Nagasaki, with his square face, turned around, looked at the blue-haired boy in front of him, and gave a lukewarm reply.

He is a director of the company and, influenced by the Japanese spirit of craftsmanship, dislikes the trendy ideas of today's youth. He is particularly disgusted by young people like Niou who dye their hair and disregard the rules.

However, he vaguely felt that the boy in front of him looked somewhat familiar, and his attitude was not as cold as before.

"I'm sorry, my father has something to attend to and cannot come to your company's event, so he sent me instead. I'm very sorry."

Niou adopted a very humble attitude. Although it was just an insignificant event, this was, after all, his father's superior. He could neither be impolite nor offend the other party.

"Oh, it's Zhenlian's son. Hmm, I see. He already told me beforehand."

Nagasaki's tone was neither warm nor cold, and his attitude was neither enthusiastic nor indifferent. Niou nodded and stepped aside.

His status was far below Nagasaki's; in Nagasaki's eyes, there was no place for a 'little kid' like him. However, he was happy to relax and stepped aside to carefully observe the training of those who appeared to be official players on the field.

boom!

The ball machine starts, and the tennis ball flies out at a speed of 200 km/h.

On the other side, a well-built young man took a deep breath, a glint of light flashed in his eyes, and he moved quickly, swinging his racket in an instant.

boom!

He hit the tennis ball precisely into the bullseye in the distance.

"Impressive, as expected of Ogawa. You'll definitely qualify for this high school competition."

"call……"

The young man exhaled a breath of stale air, a bitter expression appearing on his face.

"You guys are making it too easy. There are plenty of high school students who can reach speeds of 210 km/h in the high school competition. I'm lucky if I can even be selected as a substitute."

"High school competition?"

Niou frowned slightly, but then he thought about it and felt relieved. If junior high school students have national competitions, then high school students naturally have them too.

At this moment, the young man Xiaochuan began to pack his things.

"Hey? You only practiced for half an hour today, how come..."

Ogawa smiled and said, "Because..."

"You've lied to me! I'm going to file a complaint against you!"

"That's right! They actually hid pebbles in the jar; no one could possibly be moved by that!"

A quarrel could be heard from not far away.

A young man nearby chuckled, "Hey, those guys from Nagano are lying again..."

"Ok?"

When Niou turned his head, his eyebrows furrowed.

The person being extorted seems to be from his father's company...

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"Ugh……"

With a sigh, Niou glanced at Kitaen, who was reading in the corner, and walked over with his tennis bag on his back.

Upon closer inspection, he began to examine it carefully.

Three young men in club uniforms stood arrogantly in the middle of the construction company's crowd.

A young man in the middle, with sleek hair combed back and a few strands of bangs curling forward and down, and a mole on his left cheek, laughed and said, “You are all people of status. We did not say beforehand that stones were not allowed in the jar.”

"This……"

The middle-aged man who had previously threatened to file a complaint froze.

Nearby, the men and women from the construction company exchanged bewildered glances. They were right; they hadn't checked beforehand whether the jar contained anything, nor had they stipulated that it couldn't.

The other person's expression changed, realizing he had been tricked, but he still shouted, "I don't care, how could such a big tennis club do such a shameless thing? I'm going to file a complaint against you."