Prince of Tennis Fraudster

After discussing it for a while, Nakajo crouched down and quietly returned to the middle of the first-year class.

But he and Yamazaki were unaware that their actions were being watched by three people not far away. The fox-eyed guy they had schemed against also saw it.

"So, this is the mission?"

As Niou casually picked up the ball, a slight smile crept onto his lips, and his feelings towards Nakajo improved considerably.

"That's great! It's like someone's just offering a pillow when I'm feeling sleepy. What a kind person!"

"Genichiro!"

Seeing the change of field, and glancing at Yamazaki who was eager to try, Yanagi couldn't help but ask, "Aren't we going to do anything about it?"

"Let's wait and see."

Sanada softened his sharp gaze and watched Niou's every move. His intuition told him that this guy must have noticed the two idiots' little tricks.

as predicted.

boom!

Yamazaki served, deliberately tossing the ball too far, then powerfully slammed the tennis ball towards Niou, who was retrieving it.

Whoosh!

Seeing the powerful ball coming at him, the first-year student next to him exclaimed in surprise and took a few steps back. At the same time, his eyes widened in disbelief as he watched Niou's racket magically circle around him.

He turned around casually, his racket following his body's movement, and just happened to hit the tennis ball.

boom!

"It hit?!"

The first-year student's mouth was agape, wide enough to fit an egg. He hadn't expected that the senior he'd been picking up balls with for over a week, whom he'd looked down on, would be so formidable.

Is it a coincidence?

He stared blankly as the tennis ball flew out and landed near the original server, a jolt running through him: "This is no coincidence!"

Chapter Twenty-Three: Changes in the List

It's certainly not a coincidence.

Niou had noticed Yamazaki long ago, and knew he was about to shoot when he served. His anticipation, rather than a timely counterattack, made the outcome surprisingly effective.

But from that first-grader's perspective, it was different. "This senior is like... like... having eyes in the back of his head!"

On the court where Yamazaki was playing, the referee frowned and said, "Serving fault!"

Pat-pat...

Seeing the tennis ball roll to his feet, Yamazaki's expression changed. "This guy..."

Niou's reaction was unexpected, but it also angered him.

"Humph!"

He kicked the tennis ball to the side near the first graders, then took another tennis ball out of his pocket and gently tapped it.

"I was careless just now. Don't even think you can dodge this one!"

call!

Yamazaki tossed the tennis ball into the air, tiptoed, leaned forward, and simultaneously slammed his racket into the ball.

boom!

He struck with all his might, smashing the tennis ball like a powerful spike, a serve so fierce it made his opponent's eyelids twitch.

"This is……"

His expression turned serious. Just as he was about to catch the ball, he discovered that it had bypassed him and flown high behind him.

"Too high? No..."

This man wasn't stupid; he immediately realized Yamazaki's true purpose. But before he could turn around, there was a loud thud as the tennis ball was caught by someone, and then he felt a rush of wind from the ball, making his face feel cold.

boom!

The tennis ball landed on the ground, once again landing near Yamazaki.

"Interesting," Yukimura chuckled from a distance. He was somewhat surprised; Niou's ball-returning ability seemed to have improved again.

He looked at Sanada, whose gaze shifted back to the starting lineup. Yukimura couldn't help but smile again, but suddenly, his expression changed, and a flush appeared on his face.

"Cough cough..."

Liu frowned and asked, "What's wrong?"

Sanada was startled. After glancing at Yukimura's condition, he said to Yanagi, "I'll take him to the hospital. I'll leave things here to you."

Liu nodded, but as he watched Sanada and the other man's figures recede into the distance, his brow furrowed. A bad premonition welled up in his heart.

boom!

boom!

"Double fault, 0-30!"

On the other side, Yamazaki, who had been attacking Niou repeatedly, finally stopped holding back after seeing that Sanada and Yukimura were gone.

call!

He tossed the tennis ball high into the air and jumped. Not very high, but just high enough to make a smash.

boom!

With a smash of the racket, the tennis ball shot out towards Nioh.

"This guy..."

Yamazaki's opponent's expression changed, and he quickly stepped aside. He couldn't understand what grudge his opponent had against that Niou, that they would play such a dangerous game of tennis.

Whoosh!

The tennis ball flew in, and the end of its trajectory was right at Niou's chest.

Have you lost all sense of shame?

Renwang's lips curled into a smile. The more frantic his opponent became, the more advantageous it was for him. The ball seemed fierce, but it was full of openings, and it wouldn't be difficult for him to dodge it.

However, this will significantly diminish his impression of those three guys.

"In that case..."

Under the astonished gaze of the first-year students, Renou took two steps back, simultaneously assuming a stance to return the ball. With a thud, the tennis ball landed on the ground, then suddenly bounced up again.

"Now!"

Renou, with a precise aim, drew his racket without hesitation.

boom!

As he picked up the tennis ball, a heavy feeling traveled up his arm.

This Yamazaki is a power-type fighter. His strength stat is estimated to be around 3.5, almost double that of Nioh.

Feeling the pressure on his arm, Renwang tilted his racket slightly, and the tennis ball rolled up, the friction against the net reducing some of the force. Seeing that the time was right, he slapped his racket forward and flicked the tennis ball out.

Whoosh!

The tennis ball traced a parabola at an angle and landed with a thud at Yamazaki's feet.

chi chi...

The friction had added some spin to the tennis ball. Yamazaki's shocked expression subsided slightly, and he was about to retaliate when he realized the tennis ball hadn't stopped spinning.

"Could it be..."

laugh!

The moment the thought crossed his mind, the tennis ball stopped.

"good……"

Liu, who was in the distance, could see everything clearly, and the others had also been attracted by the commotion. Upon seeing this, their expressions changed to varying degrees.

"Stop the ball at a fixed point..." Kirihara's expression changed, but he eventually calmed down. The other starters were the same, but the non-starters were not so calm.

After a long while, they finally calmed down. And when they realized that Renwang's name wasn't on the list for this school competition, they couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"fortunately……"

Nakagawa let out a breath. He glanced at Nakajo beside him and saw his expression change, a barely perceptible flash of jealousy appearing in his eyes. He knew then that this guy was definitely involved in this whole affair.

"You brainless idiot!"

He sneered, and seeing Yamazaki, who seemed to be angry and embarrassed, picking up the tennis ball to serve, Nakagawa shook his head and said, "Birds of a feather flock together, trash gathers together!"

"Damn it!"

Yamazaki gripped the tennis ball in his hand, and seeing the mocking looks from the third-year students beside him, he unconsciously tightened his grip.

But just as he was about to toss the ball and prepare to serve again, a voice tinged with anger suddenly rang out.

"Yamazaki, haven't you had enough trouble yet?"

tread!

A slightly thin figure walked over; it was Liu.

"willow……"

Upon seeing Liu, Yamazaki visibly paused, a chill running down his spine. This guy wasn't as mysterious as Yukimura, nor as terrifying as Sanada, but he gave Yamazaki an extremely frightening feeling.

Not to be provoked!

The three giants of Rikkai are not just a boast.

The thought crossed his mind, and Yamazaki gave a sheepish smile, making no further move. Nothing else unusual happened that day.

the next day.

When Yamazaki was about to go to his own arena, he found a large crowd gathered in front of the notice board, discussing the matter.

He asked with a smile, "What's wrong with everyone?"

Upon seeing him, the crowd immediately dispersed.