Prince of Tennis Fraudster

The voice just now sounded like... Beiyuan?

After regaining his composure, Niou first apologized, and then asked, "Why didn't you turn on the lights?"

Beiyuan replied irritably, "The light is broken!"

"Forehead……"

Niou's lips twitched. This damn lamp, of all times it had to break, of all times.

After that, the two fell into an eerie silence.

"Wow..."

The sound of the toilet flushing filled the air, and then the door opened, revealing Kitazono, dressed in Niou's pajamas. She glanced at Niou, who was only wearing shorts, and waved her hand, saying, "I'm done. You can go in now."

After saying that, he turned and left.

"Tsk..."

Watching her retreating figure, Niou nodded to himself: "Perhaps only a tomboy like her could serve as a tennis spy?"

He didn't see the slight blush that appeared on Bei Yuan's face after she turned around, nor that barely audible 'rogue'...

After closing the door and immersing himself in darkness, Niou washed himself, went back to his room, lay down on the bed, and silently simulated a starry sky.

Simultaneously activate the skill, deep sleep!

Silent all night.

The next day, Niou got up before five o'clock, did some simple morning exercises, and then prepared breakfast.

Originally, this task was not supposed to fall to him.

But last week, his mother sprained her ankle, and that day he happened to want to test his Sichuan cooking skills, so he prepared several breakfasts. And because of his skills, the porridge he cooked was fragrant and delicious, and the three of them even licked the bowls clean.

From then on, part of his morning exercise time was ruthlessly taken away to make breakfast. Fortunately, he mastered the skill of deep sleep, otherwise it would have been impossible to balance both.

Today, he cooked mung bean porridge.

Around six in the morning, the little one, still sniffing around in bed, arched his back and stood up, waking Beiyuan. She groggily opened her eyes and saw that this little guy, not even six years old, was already up in bed.

"Hmm...it's only six o'clock..."

She glanced at the alarm clock, frowned, and said, "Xia Shi, why are you up so early?"

"Hmph, if we don't go now, breakfast will be all gone!"

The little one rushed out, leaving Beiyuan somewhat bewildered. She hadn't slept well last night because she was telling Xia Shi stories, and she also found the family's situation rather strange.

"Even breakfast is such a mad rush?"

However, she felt too embarrassed to stay in bed. After washing up, she went to the living room and saw that the others had already finished breakfast, and Niou's mother was helping her daughter put on her shoes.

With her little schoolbag slung over her shoulder, Xia Shi looked up at her, blinked, and said, "Sister Beiyuan, try this! It's breakfast that my brother specially prepared for you!"

"What nonsense are you spouting, you little kid!"

Huizi glared at Xia Shi, then smiled at Bei Yuan and said, "This nutritious breakfast is very good, you should eat more."

As Niou Masakazuki packed his luggage, a sense of unease crept into his heart. Something about those words sounded rather strange...

Bei Yuan smiled, scooped up a small spoonful, and put it in her mouth.

The moment the porridge entered her mouth, a rich aroma assaulted her taste buds. As the porridge slid down her esophagus, it warmed her entire body. She almost swallowed the porridge whole.

The little guy, all dressed up, looked at her with a mischievous grin: "How is it? Not bad, right!"

"Oh right, my brother has already gone to the competition venue. Yeah, it's the tennis court in that forest park."

Huizi quickly covered her mouth and said to Beiyuan, "Don't take what a child says to heart."

"Um... Sister, this is all I can... this is all I can do to help you!"

Xia Shi struggled fiercely, but her mother handed her over to her father, who was preparing to leave. Niou's mother began tidying up the house, but her eyes kept glancing at the girl whose face was slightly flushed and who was eating porridge in small bites.

A slight smile played on her lips: "A rather nice young lady..."

Chapter 46 Regional Competition

Kitadori Ward, Kanagawa Prefecture, Forest Park.

At 7:30 a.m., a large number of junior high school students began to flood into the park. Some of them came alone, while others came in groups of three or five, walking back and forth in the park.

"The weather is nice!"

A pair of junior high school students dressed in blue stepped into the park. Their overall demeanor was quite different from that of ordinary people. If the students from other schools were like newly trained recruits, lacking any real presence, then they were like veterans who had experienced real combat, their aura completely different.

"Songshan Middle School!"

Those with sharp eyes immediately recognized the people from this school. The young man leading the group had short, center-parted hair and his eyes occasionally flashed with a sharp glint.

"That's... Kuki Takaji!"

Those who recognized the young man all tensed up.

Kuki Kiji is said to be a transfer student from Tokyo. He has a strong personality and exceptional skills. With an iron fist, he integrated the tennis club of Tsuruyama Junior High School, making it the second-best school in Kita-dori Ward after Rikkai University.

"It seems that Qingshan has secured its qualification for the regional competition again this year..."

The regional competition has sixteen eligible schools. If there are not enough schools in some regions, a bye system will be implemented.

Of the sixteen schools, only two qualified for the county-level competition. For the past three years, aside from the national-level Lihai, the second qualification in Beitong District has been firmly held by Qingshan.

"Cough cough..."

Leading his team to the registration area, Kuki coughed twice to attract the attention of the staff, then smiled slightly and said, "Eight regular players from Qingshan Middle School, please report for duty!"

The staff member nodded, checked carefully, and said to him, "Passed. Here is your school number. Take it."

After handing over the items, the man chuckled and said, "I'm afraid you'll qualify again this year, right?"

"Of course!"

Having obtained the number, Kuki smiled arrogantly. He turned around, a disdainful smile playing on his lips, and led his team away with an air of superiority.

"Tsk tsk, as expected of Nine Demons, daring to disregard that person's face."

"Hey, what can I do? I have the looks to show off."

The people around him were whispering amongst themselves, and Kuki's smile deepened, the corners of his mouth curving upwards even more. He thoroughly enjoyed this feeling of being praised, a feeling as warm and fuzzy as a spring breeze.

"They're here! They're here!!"

But then, a commotion suddenly broke out outside the park. When Kuki looked up, he saw that the people crowding at the gate had immediately parted to make way for him.

tread!tread!

At the same time, he heard steady, powerful footsteps.

"It's them?!"

His expression changed slightly, and sure enough, a handsome young man with blue-purple hair and wearing a coat walked out from the crowd.

Kuki narrowed his eyes: "Yukimura!"

The coat he wore fluttered in the breeze as he walked, exuding confidence, elegance, and mystery, like a crowned monarch.

Although he could only sense a faint aura emanating from the other party, Kuki knew that the young man approaching from afar was a true figure standing at the top of the nation.

"Son of God... Yukimura Seiichi!"

When Kuki's gaze fell upon the young man wearing a baseball cap behind Yukimura, his eyes narrowed.

"Sanada Genichiro!"

He could not forget that sharply defined face. In two years, they had clashed three times, and each time he had suffered a crushing defeat. It was this man who had made him experience what it meant to feel the deepest, most hellish pain.

But because of this, his strength has undergone a dramatic transformation. His eyes narrowed slightly, his pupils contracting and dilating repeatedly: "However, I must thank you for granting me power I could never have imagined before!"

Tap tap!

Behind Sanada were Yanagi, Yagyu, Marui, and others. But when Niou, with his back slightly hunched and hands in his pockets, and Kirihara, expressionless, stepped out from behind the jackal, the two figures behind Kuki trembled.

"It's them..."

Akutagawa and Makiyama were still somewhat shaken. Their reactions, however, did not escape Kuki's notice. He followed their gaze and saw Niou with silver-blue hair.

"He is... Niou Masaharu?"

Kuki didn't have much information about this new Rikkai regular. However, he heard that this newcomer defeated that Jackal, so his strength shouldn't be too bad.

Judging from the appearance of those two good-for-nothings, they probably have a significant grudge against this person. He narrowed his eyes and locked his gaze firmly on Renwang.

"This might be a good breakthrough point..."

No one knows where his confidence comes from.

Tap tap!

With the students from Tsuruyama Middle School making way, Rikkai arrived at the registration office without any hindrance. After all, no matter how arrogant Kuki was, he wouldn't dare to directly confront Rikkai, a monster-level school.

Standing still, Yukimura smiled and said, "Rikkai University Affiliated Junior High School, a group of eight of us have come to report for duty!"

His voice was soft, but it carried an undeniable authority. The two workers, who were about ten years older than him, bowed their heads at that moment.

Yukimura Seiichi!

This name is known to almost everyone in the Japanese junior high school tennis world today. He is the chosen one, whose position is unshakeable and surpasses all national-level players.

"Okay okay."

The two staff members didn't verify the information much and simply took out the race number and handed it to Yukimura.

"Yukimura-kun, this year's national tournament is probably yours again, isn't it?"

He deliberately used "you" instead of "you all," seemingly with a hint of flattery. However, Yukimura smiled faintly: "Rikkai's three-peat is flawless, but the glory of the championship belongs to the entire Rikkai!"

As a department head, he knew what to say and what not to say. Compared to Sanada, his advantage wasn't just his ability, but also his personality.

After saying that, he led his team toward the competition area.

Watching his retreating figure, the staff member smiled with satisfaction: "As expected of Yukimura, with a captain like him, it's no wonder Rikkai won the championship for two consecutive years."

He saw in Yukimura a temperament that combined domineering and benevolent qualities.

"That's true, but..."

The other person shook his head and said, "I think he had an accident last October..."