Prince of Tennis Fraudster

"In the original work, Kirihara seems to be constantly teased by Niou, and he doesn't even retaliate when Niou calls him 'seaweed head'..."

Niou pondered to himself that, in addition to his wicked personality, Kirihara in the original work also had a carefree and inattentive nature, and did not pay attention to details in his actions.

"Have it!"

Niou's eyes lit up, as if he had come up with a good idea.

"Ok?"

On the other side, Kirihara, who had been reprimanded by Yanagi for knocking away the training barrel, felt a chill run down his spine. He looked up at the sky; it was clear and bright, and the nine o'clock sun already brought a certain warmth.

"But I have a bad feeling..."

Bang!

As he was momentarily stunned, Liu gently tapped his head with her racket.

"Ouch!"

Yanagi squinted at Kirihara: "Akaya, you don't seem to be in the zone today!"

"Haha~"

The latter chuckled dryly. The person opposite him was one of the three he most wanted to defeat. But he knew that challenging him now would be tantamount to suicide.

The three monsters of Rikkai are worlds apart in strength from the others!

"No, Senior Liu, you must have mistaken me, haha~"

Kirihara scratched his head as he spoke, and Yanagi's lips curled slightly, but he didn't expose his little scheme. After giving a few simple warnings, Yanagi walked towards Sanada and Yukimura.

"Phew... They're finally gone. They were so long-winded!"

Kirihara pursed his lips, but when he looked in Niou's direction, the other had already disappeared.

"That guy!"

A hint of regret crossed his face. He had intended to provoke his opponent with an outside spin serve, then provoke a match and teach that fox-eyed guy a lesson about the rules of the reigning champion Rikkai.

"Pity……"

Shaking his head regretfully, Kirihara began today's training.

He's a bit stubborn, but he's not someone who can't distinguish right from wrong. Since that person is in the tennis club, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future; his immediate priority is to improve his skills.

"Hmph, the three monsters of Rikkai, I will definitely defeat you!"

As Kirihara pounded the tennis ball, a flash of crimson crossed his eyes.

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Chapter Seventeen: An Unlucky Day

The morning training session passed in the blink of an eye.

"It's so hot today!"

Kirihara shook his throbbing head and walked towards the locker room. Suddenly, he raised an eyebrow.

Across from him, Niou walked over humming a little tune and said with a smile, "Hello!"

“Uh…” Kirihara was slightly taken aback, but Niou smiled and brushed past him.

"Plop~"

A strange sound rang in Kirihara's ears, and he only realized what was happening when the other person's back was no longer visible.

"Damn it, he got away!"

In his view, this was the perfect opportunity to provoke Niou and fight him.

"Pity……"

He sighed, shook his head, and walked into the locker room. He seemed to be the first one there; the room was empty. Without thinking much of it, Kirihara, extremely thirsty, opened his suitcase, took out a bottle of water, and drank it.

"Gudong, gudong..."

But after taking a couple of sips, Kirihara frowned. The water tasted a little off, but when he looked at the bottle, there was nothing wrong with it.

Bang!

At that moment, the door was pushed open, and a group of team members walked in. When they saw Kirihara drinking water, they were all taken aback.

Nakagawa's lips twitched, and he pointed at Kirihara, saying, "You..."

"What's wrong with me?" The latter narrowed his eyes, a hint of coldness flashing within. Nakagawa shook his head, amused and annoyed, "You opened the wrong box, that's Sanada's!"

"What?" Kirihara's hand froze, and the water bottle fell to the ground with a clatter, but fortunately it was not glass and did not deform seriously.

"what's up?"

Just then, Sanada, wearing a baseball cap, walked in. He had just seen Inoue and the other two off, so he was a little late, and he noticed the noise inside as soon as he reached the door.

"N-nothing..." Kirihara stood there awkwardly, then laughed and said, "Vice-Captain, you're a little late today... I'll be going now!"

"Ok?"

Kirihara was about to slip away when Sanada stared at him, making him stand still.

"Hahaha..." Helpless, Kirihara could only continue to laugh awkwardly. Meanwhile, the team members next to him squinted, suppressing their laughter as they watched the show.

Sanada, having walked around, roughly understood what had happened. He swung his hand and struck Kirihara on the head.

"Ouch!"

"You dare yell at me!" Sanada glared at him and shouted, "Are you stupid? Can't you even tell which of your own boxes is which?"

It turns out that when Niou excused himself to go to the restroom, he slipped into the empty locker room and casually swapped Kirihara's name with Sanada's.

Sure enough, the carefree Kirihara fell for it immediately.

"Kirihara Akaya!" Sanada roared angrily.

"exist!"

"Too lax!" He was furious. This kid was good in every way, with both strength and talent, but he was just too impetuous in his actions.

"Right now, immediately, run 20 laps around the track!"

"Yes!"

Kirihara ran out with a long face, his sad and resentful mood making the team members next to him burst into laughter.

What are you laughing at?

Sanada glared at them, and everyone immediately went about their business, no one daring to offend the vice-minister at this moment. As Sanada bent down to pick up the water bottle, he glanced at the two adjacent boxes and frowned.

"Who exactly is playing a trick on Akaya?"

As dusk approached, Sanada gathered everyone together, first affirming the day's training, and then said, "Alright, that concludes today's training. Everyone, you may all disperse..."

"call……"

Upon hearing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

The intensity of the special training the day before school started was so great; this is probably some kind of signal that Sanada is sending.

"Sure enough, I sensed it last time during the national competition; this year's competition will be even more intense," a gaunt-faced young man thought to himself.

Shinji Yoshikawa, Class 15, Grade 3, in the same class as Marui. He has average talent, but he can endure hardship and has been praised by Sanada on several occasions.

Meanwhile, after the departure of last year's prodigy starter, Mori Jusaburo, Yoshikawa also began to covet the only possible starting position. Today's match further convinced him that Sanada was about to make a big move.

On the other hand, after the group disbanded.

Kirihara glanced around, a hint of regret on his face. "That guy got away pretty quickly."

He did indeed want to cause trouble for Niou, and this thought was growing stronger. Although he was usually carefree, once he calmed down, he realized something was amiss.

When he arrived, Niou had just come out of the changing room, and there was no one else inside. Any normal person could make that connection.

He shook his head, packed his things, and said goodbye to the tennis club. As he passed the teaching building, a figure darted past him.

"That's... Niou?"

Kirihara frowned, but the other person was running too fast, as if something urgent had happened. "Could something have happened at home?"

After thinking it over, Kirihara did not chase after them.

"that……"

Just then, a seductive voice sounded behind Kirihara. Turning around, his face immediately turned red.

The newcomer was a beautiful, voluptuous female teacher dressed in professional attire, with a curvaceous figure and black stockings covering her legs. She looked at Kirihara with a pitiful expression, "Excuse me, could you do me a favor?"

"Huh?" Kirihara was taken aback, then pointed to himself. "You mean me?"

"Mmm!" The woman nodded vigorously, her willow-leaf eyebrows furrowing slightly, her dark lipstick and sensual lips parting slightly: "Please!"

"Ah, hahaha!"

Kirihara chuckled dryly, scratching his head, his face turning even redder. He said somewhat embarrassedly, "No problem."

"Arigato..." The woman's soft words of thanks made Kirihara's face turn even redder.

Following behind the woman, Kirihara kept wondering what she wanted him to help with.

"Could it be that they encountered that kind of difficulty?"

What if you encounter bullies or are harassed? Kirihara, lost in thought, walked into the office, only to be dumbfounded and frozen in place when he learned what his job entailed.

He stood frozen, dumbfounded, and said, "How could this be..."

The nameplate outside the office quietly reads "English Group".

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Chapter Eighteen: The Demon of Tragedy

"Ah!"

Stepping out of the office, Kirihara, feeling dizzy, sneezed. A gust of cold wind blew, and he immediately hugged his arms, shivering.

The temperature difference in April is quite unusual. The scorching sun during the day can make your lips crack. But the cold wind at night can give you goosebumps.

Stepping out of the school gate, Kirihara pulled his clothes even tighter and muttered, "What an unlucky day..."

First, he was reprimanded by the vice minister, and then a beautiful female teacher tricked him into going to the English office. He stared blankly at the stacks of English homework for a long time, and finally escaped after being scolded by the beautiful teacher.