Prince of Tennis Fraudster

"I knew you would be doing extra training, but I didn't expect it to be in this place."

The Yamaura Tennis Club has excellent facilities, but it's not cheap. More importantly... Niou glanced at the excited Nagano behind him. There were too many scouts like this, making it impossible to train freely.

"It's alright."

Sanada, as always, was taciturn and aloof. He glanced at Niou and asked, "Is there something you need?"

To be honest, Sanada's feelings towards Niou were very complicated. From initial admiration to later indifference towards Niou's perfunctory attitude, and then to resentment when Yukimura handed over power.

Sanada's feelings towards Niou went from being optimistic to being hostile.

However, under Niou's management, the tennis team was well-organized, and the members trained very actively, which greatly reduced Sanada's hostility.

At the kendo dojo, their duel made Sanada take this teammate seriously for the first time. And in the deep mountains, Niou's act of single-handedly drawing out the enemy made him feel goodwill towards him for the first time.

Then came the battles against Akutsu, Tachibana, and even Atobe yesterday.

Niou has become a player who can stand shoulder to shoulder with him. Furthermore, he plays a pivotal role for Rikkai.

The more Sanada studied this person, the more complicated his feelings became.

But one thing he was certain of was that the smiling guy in front of him had come here for more than just a simple greeting.

Upon hearing this, Renwang smiled and said, "Of course, I have a suggestion regarding next week's final."

Sanada's expression remained unchanged: "Tell me."

"It's very simple."

Niou slowly opened his narrowed fox-like eyes and smiled, "I'll fight one-on-one!"

s1!

A sharp glint flashed in Sanada's usually calm eyes.

Only two people in the entire Rikkai region are qualified to hold this position. Before Yukimura was hospitalized, it was the throne of a king; after his hospitalization, it became the exclusive domain of the emperor.

This is Rikkai's implicit rule.

Unless Sanada himself proposes it, anyone who wants to fight him one-on-one is essentially provoking him, or even challenging him!

Sanada's raised eyebrows slowly lowered, and he said coldly, "Reason!"

"For Rikkai's victory."

"That's not enough!"

The atmosphere suddenly became oppressive. Nagano felt as if the temperature around him had suddenly dropped several degrees, sending a chill down his spine.

"Aren't these two guys friends...? Wait, what's that...?"

Nagano's eyes widened, and he immediately shouted, "Danger!"

bang bang bang! ! !

The automatically activated ball-serving machine will start serving balls within a certain time period before the remaining balance is used up.

Furthermore, Sanada set the tennis ball speed to increase by five kilometers per hour during this period, and the service interval to be halved.

"Two...two hundred kilometers?!"

Nagano's pupils shrank to pinpoints. This speed, this distance, this time interval—it was tantamount to suicide!

However, the next second, his pupils, which had shrunk dramatically, suddenly trembled.

Swish!

Swish!

Almost simultaneously, the two players, with their backs to the tennis ball, swung their rackets.

With two loud thuds, they returned the two tennis balls. Then, without slowing down, their rackets collided with a loud bang.

boom!

The tennis ball was hit back by the two players' crossed rackets and landed on the ground. The trajectory of the three balls, like Sanada's previous return, resembled a swallow spreading its wings.

"Ah……"

Niou put away his racket and laughed, "Since neither of us can convince the other, let's settle this with tennis!"

Sanada raised his eyebrows slightly and curled the corners of his mouth gently: "Okay."

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"Ah!"

Niou chuckled, his fox-like eyes narrowing as he turned to look at Nagano, who seemed slightly dazed, and said with a smile, "Then, Nagano-kun, why don't you be the referee?"

"Referee, referee?"

Nagano was taken aback, then overjoyed. This was a perfect opportunity to get closer to the two men. If he could persuade them to join the club, he wouldn't have to worry for the next month.

With a thought, he quickly nodded and said, "Okay, okay, no problem!"

"Hmm, that's pretty good technique!"

After packing his things, Ogawa watched Niou's retreating figure. Although they were quite far apart, he could clearly see that Niou had accurately sent the can flying about a meter with each of his balls.

After ten balls, it landed right on the 20-meter line.

"It's a pity, though. Now that he's joined the Yamaura Club, we probably won't see him much in high school tournaments anymore."

Yamaura's training is very rigorous, and its management is implemented according to international standards. Once you join, you cannot compete outside the country for at least two years. Of course, Yamaura will invite active Japanese professional players to teach the players their experience.

In Ogawa's opinion, this blue-haired guy was probably a first-year high school student, and in two years, he wouldn't have the chance to participate in the high school competition.

Looking enviously at Niou being taken away by Nagano, Ogawa's two companions asked, "Hey, Ogawa, what are you doing today?"

The guy in front of me is a training fanatic. He came here a month ago to train for at least three hours a day in order to qualify for the high school tournament. But today, he only played a few balls and then left.

"Ah, I have more important things to do..."

Ogawa smiled mysteriously, but his eyes were trembling, and he couldn't hide his excitement.

The two exchanged a glance and followed Xiaochuan outside the club. Xiaochuan waited respectfully by the roadside.

Before long, a silver-gray sedan drove up. Upon seeing the car, Xiao Chuan's eyes lit up, and his expression became even more respectful.

crunch~

The car stopped, and a young man got out from each side.

The young man in the driver's seat had a handsome face and wore white glasses. His hair was slightly curled at the ends, light in color on top, silver-gray in the middle, and black at the temples—a very layered and fashionable hairstyle.

Ogawa's two companions were both taken aback: "A celebrity?"

On the other side, a handsome young man had snow-white, feather-like hair, slightly dark skin, and a friendly smile on his face.

"Ahhh!"

As soon as he got out of the car, he stretched, but when he saw the three people in front of him, his expression froze slightly: "Huh? There are actually people here to greet me?"

Xiao Chuan then greeted the young man who resembled a celebrity, respectfully saying, "Senior, it's been a long time!"

"Ok!"

The young man gave a nonchalant reply, but this scene stirred up unsettling emotions in the hearts of the other two.

Ogawa, whose full name is Ogawa Yuji, is a genius from Aihara High School, another school in Kanagawa that can make it into the Kanto Tournament, even though he is only a first-year high school student.

He trained here a month ago and was spotted by a scout, but he declined the invitation from the HR manager of Yamaura.

This greatly surprised the two of them. After all, no matter how strong Aihara was, even if he could make it to the national finals, his training system could not compare with the highly professional Yamaura.

Moreover, you can even meet active professional players here, although they are only local Japanese pros, they are still unattainable figures.

Ogawa, who showed no respect to the Yamaura Club, was surprisingly respectful to a young man who looked no older than them.

Who is this?

Ogawa looked at the other person very politely.

"I?"

The young man, with slightly dark skin resembling chocolate, smiled and said, "You could be considered a senior..."

"Ok!"

Under the puzzled gazes of the two people beside him, Xiaochuan respectfully said, "Then, seniors, please come in!"

After the two walked past, his gaze became somewhat intense.

Ogawa was well aware of his two companions' thoughts. But his ambitions went far beyond that. Yamaura was a highly professional tennis club, arguably the best in the Kanto region.

But in the Kanto region, there is another place that is more professional and more competitive than this place.

Dudu~

The telephone rang in a simply decorated but internationally styled office.

"Hey?"

"Such a trivial matter, and you need to report it to the Chairman? What would be the point of having a human resources manager then? What? Two geniuses? And they're playing indoor tennis?"

"Ono-kun, is there something you need?"

A slightly deep voice rang out. The speaker was a handsome middle-aged man with smooth hair combed back.

Behind him, the cabinet was filled with gold and silver trophies and various promotional posters. In the middle, a young man in a light white T-shirt, soaring to smash the ball, was particularly eye-catching.

Upon closer inspection, the young man and the middle-aged man bore a striking resemblance, with the young man and the middle-aged man sharing nine-tenths of the same appearance.

Taisuke Yamaura, a former ATP-ranked 132 professional player, is now the chairman and largest shareholder of the Yamaura Tennis Club.

Upon hearing this, Secretary Ono put down the phone and respectfully said, "Your Excellency, it was Manager Natsukawa from the Human Resources Department who called. He said that there are two extremely rare geniuses playing a match in the indoor arena."

"genius?"

Yamaura's eyes lit up, but then quickly darkened again.

"This is just a small matter."

He shook his head slightly. These were two extremely rare geniuses. Normally, he would even personally intervene, but not today.

He raised an eyebrow slightly and asked, "Ono-kun, have the two tennis models I contacted arrived yet?"

Ono nodded and said, "I'm here. I just got off the bus."