Prince of Tennis Fraudster

"What's wrong? Why are you being so mysterious?"

Yamazaki took two steps forward, and when he saw the contents of the notice board, the smile on his face froze instantly.

Chapter Twenty-Four, Scene One

"Niou Masaharu? How could it be him?!"

Yamazaki's expression changed drastically as he stared intently at the notice board. The column that used to bear his name now bore someone else's.

Niou Masaharu!

The name of the person he targeted yesterday.

Could it be?

Thinking of Liu's warning to him yesterday, Yamazaki couldn't help but smile bitterly: "No wonder..."

Indeed, he was being naive to think he could pull any tricks against those three. But most importantly, he got one fact backwards.

His importance in the hearts of Liu Sanren was far less than that of King Ren.

Yamazaki shrugged, head bowed, and walked away dejectedly. After he left, Niou appeared in front of the notice board.

"Niou Masaharu, Group D."

Seeing that he had replaced Yamazaki, Niou couldn't help but smirk. Sure enough, the system's missions didn't appear out of nowhere.

"Ding!"

"Congratulations, host, on completing the mission! Reward: 100 points, Skill: Deep Sleep Lv1!"

Suddenly, the skill bar of Nioh shone brightly.

Following the instructions, Nioh opened the 'Real-world Skills' section and selected the Deep Sleep skill.

Deep Sleep Lv1: A practical skill, usable once per day. Visualize a star chart while sleeping each night to enter deep sleep. Effect: Three hours of sleep is equivalent to eight hours of normal sleep.

"nice one!"

Renwang laughed; this thing was indeed quite good. He could now spend more time on virtual training, which would allow his strength to grow even faster.

He closed the status screen, held the racket in his left hand, and walked towards the court.

A football field in Rikkai.

"Ah~"

Nakagawa yawned, and a few tears welled up in the corners of his eyes.

"Has Yamazaki fled without a fight?"

Recalling Yamazaki's embarrassing situation yesterday, he couldn't help but chuckle. That idiot, just like Nakajo. He throws his brains away at the sight of a small advantage; it's no wonder that kind of guy would never be selected as a regular.

Crunch!

Suddenly, the stadium gates opened. Nakagawa perked up, looked in the direction of the sound, and his expression abruptly changed.

"How could it be him?"

He hadn't been paying attention to the notice board, so he didn't know that Niou had replaced Yamazaki. When he saw this blue-haired, hunched-over guy say a few words to the referee, and the referee nodded, Nakagawa's heart sank.

They really changed the person in charge.

"Could it be something that happened yesterday?"

The more Nakagawa thought about it, the more certain he became. Yamazaki's performance yesterday must have disappointed Sanada and the other two, and changing the roster was just a matter of a pencil ticking for them.

"Hello."

At this moment, Niou came to the net and smiled.

"Hello."

Nakagawa reached out his hand with a heavy heart. This match, this opponent, was the last person he wanted to face, apart from his regular players.

After the two players guessed which side of the court they would play in, they both retreated to their own half.

The referee assessed the condition of both players and nodded, saying, "The match begins. Nakagawa serves. End of game!"

"Gudu..."

The first-graders nearby couldn't help but swallow hard. A feeling of tension filled their hearts.

Snapped!

Snapped!

At one end of the court, Nakagawa slapped the tennis ball twice. Then he caught it in his hand, glanced at Niou's serious expression, and his heart tightened.

call!

He tossed the tennis ball into the air, leaned back slightly, then raised his racket high, arching his body sharply as he aimed at the racket.

boom!

The tennis ball, propelled by the force, flew towards Niou's right side. It was very fast, but without spin.

The first-grader next to him was stunned: "What an amazing serve!"

tread!

The instant the tennis ball was hit, Niou judged its general trajectory, activated his body, and, having suppressed his emotions for so long, quickly moved in front of the tennis ball.

Bang!

The tennis ball bounced off the ground, and Niou had already prepared to return the ball.

"Oh no, he's too fast."

Seeing Niou take his stance, Nakagawa was startled. His eyes caught sight of the angle of Niou's swing, and he was horrified: "It's a diagonal shot!"

tread!

Without much thought, he strode out instantly.

Snapped!

However, Niou's racket lightly sliced ​​through the tennis ball, sending it flying effortlessly.

Pat-pat...

The tennis ball went over the net and rolled gently to the side, much to Nakagawa's astonishment.

"0-15!"

"Gudu..."

As the referee finished speaking, the first-year students, whose eyes had been wide open, couldn't help but swallow hard. At the same time, they felt a tingling sensation on their skin, and large patches of goosebumps rose on their skin.

"Wow, that's amazing!!" someone exclaimed. His words were like a fuse, instantly igniting the enthusiasm of the crowd.

"Whoa whoa!!"

"Beautiful! This is the tennis of the champion Rikkai!"

"What a perfect short shot! I heard that this senior Niou hasn't touched a racket in two years. Is that true?"

boom!

"0-30!"

boom!

"0-40!"

boom!

"Game, Niou, 1-0!"

After the game ended, Renou picked up his racket and walked to the court on Nakagawa's side. He chuckled and nudged a shocked Nakagawa, who then realized what was happening and awkwardly turned to the other side of the court.

Shocked!

Niou's strength truly made him feel as if he were facing a regular player.

Is it coming?

Nakagawa stared intently at Niou, who was preparing to serve, and before he knew it, his palms were sweating.

"Come on, topspin serve!"

call!

Niou swung his racket and pressed down on the ball as he tossed it.

boom!

The tennis ball flew out, landed heavily at Nakagawa's feet, leaving a light-colored mark, and bounced away.

Nakagawa's eyelids twitched: "So fast!"

It was too fast; he didn't have time to react at all. The next second, as if he had thought of something, Nakagawa's brows furrowed.

"This ball doesn't even have outside spin..."

"15-0!"

boom!

The tennis ball landed and bounced up quickly.

"30-0!"

boom!

"40-0!"

boom!

"Game! Niou, 2-0!"

"I think too much."

Nakagawa's face fell. He had no chance of returning even a simple serve, let alone an outside spin serve.

"That's true, you wouldn't need that external spin to deal with me..."

Chapter Twenty-Five: Unofficial Elites