Prince of Tennis Fraudster

Ugh, so unlucky!

Kirihara was extremely frustrated. Walking on the empty street, the rumbling in his stomach made his face look even worse.

"I'm so hungry..."

He touched his stomach and quickened his pace.

"Meow..."

Suddenly, a kitten jumped out from the roadside wall. Kirihara saw it, smiled knowingly, and the gloom in his heart dissipated considerably.

"A stray cat?"

The kitten seemed very nervous and scared, its body trembling. Kirihara couldn't help but consider adopting it, but remembering his mother's stern warning against keeping pets, his face fell again.

"Meow..."

As he was about to leave, the kitten meowed again, its pitiful whimpering touching Kirihara's heart.

"Never mind, at most I'll just get a scolding."

Kirihara went all out and beckoned to the kitten, which nodded very intelligently, instantly increasing Kirihara's goodwill towards it.

call!

The kitten pounced towards him, but instead of crashing into his arms, it landed on his head.

"Ouch!"

Kirihara, whose hair was being gripped tightly by the kitten, gave a wry smile. "Fine, that's fine."

Shaking his head, Kirihara, with the kitten on his head, hadn't even turned a few corners when he suddenly realized something was wrong.

He trembled as he touched his loose hair, which was soaking wet.

"Could it be...?"

He glanced up at the cat sitting upright above, which, as if it understood human nature, nodded at him and gave him a satisfied smile.

"Oh!"

Kirihara covered his forehead, feeling as if he were on the verge of collapse. Just as his negative emotions began to surface, something seemed to change at the intersection.

"Woooo..."

A deep voice came from nearby, and as soon as Kirihara approached, the little cat on his head immediately bristled.

"Meow!!!"

"Don't pull my hair!"

Kirihara roared, and his deep voice immediately howled: "Woof! Woof woof!!"

Then a German Shepherd rushed out and barked at Kirihara a few times, but when it caught sight of the kitten on Kirihara's head, it immediately bared its fangs.

"not good!"

Kirihara was startled and immediately began to run for his life. But when he had run about a hundred meters and thought the dog would not chase him, the vicious dog turned a corner and suddenly pounced on him, the leash on its collar breaking in half.

"No way?"

Kirihara's face fell, and with the kitten on his back, he took off running. His speed seemed to be pushing his limits.

A man and a dog—or rather, a man, a cat, and a dog—were running wildly through the alley. Unfortunately, Kirihara had chosen a rather secluded alleyway, and after running for two or three kilometers, he finally managed to shake off the vicious dog.

"Whoosh..."

He was panting heavily, glanced behind him with lingering fear, and then let out a long sigh of relief.

This day was incredibly difficult. Kirihara even felt like crying.

"We're so unlucky, aren't we, little meow! Little meow? Huh?"

He called out twice, but the kitten didn't respond. Kirihara's lips twitched: "Is this guy asleep?"

After being chased by such a fierce German Shepherd, how could this little thing still be asleep? Kirihara's eyelids twitched, but then he sighed and headed home.

As he walked, Kirihara clasped his hands together and prayed, "I hope nothing else will happen..."

However, things backfired.

He had just turned a few corners when someone suddenly rushed out from behind and shoved him, causing him to stumble.

"What's going on?" Kirihara glared, but the man had already run ahead.

"Quick, catch the thief!"

The sudden shouts from behind immediately jolted Kirihara awake.

"hey-hey!"

Suddenly, Kirihara chuckled softly, pulled a racket out of his tennis bag, tossed the tennis ball, and served a powerful serve.

boom!

The tennis ball hit the man squarely in the back, causing him to stumble and fall to the ground.

"Yes!"

The gloom in Kirihara's heart was instantly swept away.

"Cut! Cut! Cut!"

However, a middle-aged man's angry voice suddenly came from above him. The man glared at Kirihara and said coldly, "Where's the stage manager? How come a middle school student is allowed here?"

"Could it be..."

Kirihara's face twitched. He looked up and suddenly realized something was wrong. Above him, filming equipment was set up everywhere. It had just been too dim to see clearly.

"Ouch……"

On the other side, the 'thief' struggled to his feet, took the tennis ball that had hit him, and went to Kirihara's side.

"Kid, you're pretty accurate with the ball!"

This person had a shifty face and didn't look like a good person at all. Qie Yuan originally planned that he would just ignore any unreasonable demands the other party might make.

But the man lectured him at length, and when he handed him the tennis ball, he seemed to have guessed what he was thinking and laughed, "Kid, judging people by their appearance is not a good habit!"

"Yes, I understand."

Kirihara nodded and apologized to the other person. This time, no further incidents occurred on the way home.

The night was slightly cool, and Kirihara, heartbroken and miserable after a long day, finally returned home.

However, a good scolding from her mother was inevitable. Perhaps because the kitten was indeed cute, Kirihara's mother didn't chase it away.

Night fell. Lying in bed, he pondered the day's tragedy. Looking at the sleeping kitten beside him, Kirihara glared and said fiercely, "From today onwards, your name is Niou!"

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Chapter Nineteen: Mindset

"Plop~"

Renou, also lying on the bed, quietly read a book titled "The Conman's Paradise." Occasionally, he would let out strange, fox-like, cunning laughs.

"Ding!"

"Congratulations, host, for completing the mission 'The Tragic Demon [Blue]'. Rating: S. Reward: 1000 Deception Points, Character Card: [Kirihara Akaya], Skill Card: Topspin Serve [Kirihara]"

S-class?

Niou put down the book and looked at the system's evaluation with some disbelief.

"I only swapped his and Sanada's nameplates, didn't I?"

He did indeed only switch the nameplates; he didn't do anything else. Yet the system gave him such a high evaluation: 1000 points and two cards—a reward for this stage of the system's operation.

"Fair evaluation, honest and impartial!"

The system's response made Niou's lips twitch, but he wouldn't be foolish enough to question the S rating given by the system.

With a surge of conviction, he opened the status interface.

Name: Niou Masaharu

五维：速2.3、力1.8、体1.8、技2.3、精3.8，总和：12

Skills: Data Eye Lv2, Weakness Insight Lv2, Topspin Serve Lv2

Talent: None

Title: None

Evaluation: Third-rate contestant in the county (prefecture) competition

In less than two days, Niou rose from a second-tier regional player to a major tier. This was partly due to the system's efforts and his own hard work, and partly due to Niou's original foundation.

But looking at my stats, I think I'm pretty close to the original Nioh's limit.

"It will probably be even more difficult to make further improvements."

Thinking it over, he opened his backpack and used Kirihara's topspin serve skill card.

Swish!

The screen went black, and then instantly switched back to the original stadium.

However, the coach on the other side resembled Kirihara. But unlike the Kirihara in reality who wanted to attack Niou, this Kirihara did not simulate any corresponding emotions.

"It's about to begin!"

Just like in a formal match, Kirihara tossed the tennis ball up, leaped into the air, and the racket followed his arm, slamming down over his head.

boom!

The tennis ball trembled, then traced a perfect arc before landing with a thud in front of Ren-wang.

chi chi...

Niou narrowed his eyes as he watched the tennis ball spin rapidly. It was a standard topspin serve, only with a much higher spin rate than his usual shot.

Whoosh!

Just as he was about to react and step to the side to catch the ball, the tennis ball suddenly sprang up and flew towards his face. Niou's expression tightened, and he quickly tilted his head, narrowly avoiding the ball.

"hiss……"