Prince of Tennis Fraudster

"Former retired professional tennis player doing wilderness livestream?"

Niou smacked his lips a few times: "Seems like a pretty good gimmick..."

With his mind completely absorbed in the virtual world, Niou began his afternoon training.

Two hours later, Niou, who had worked up a sweat in the virtual world, took a shower, but when he passed by his sister's room, he heard a silvery laugh coming from inside.

"Huh? Do we have guests over?"

But listening closely, it seemed like my sister was on the phone. Strangely, the little one rarely seemed this happy.

"Hey!"

With a raised eyebrow, Niou felt a weight lifted from his heart.

"With the little one quiet, I can finally read in peace on the weekend."

Lying down on the chaung, Niou took out the book "The Conman's Paradise" and began reading it with great interest.

After watching for a while, he got bored and started looking through wilderness survival skills. Suddenly, a glint of light flashed in his fox-like eyes, and he discovered something interesting.

"By the way, system, can I put real-world items in this inventory slot?"

"Yes, but only three are available, and each inventory can only hold a maximum of 20."

Three?

Looking at the empty backpack section except for a few special items, Niou frowned and said, "There are quite a few empty slots... Could it be that these need to be purchased with points?"

Nioh, who was familiar with the tricks of mobile games, tentatively asked a question.

"Bingo!"

The system's human-like response made Renwang's lips twitch. Damn, that's really how it is, but the system's next words made his face stiffen.

"You do need to buy it, but not points, you need reputation!"

Or reputation?

Niou's heart sank, a vague sense of foreboding creeping in.

"The first time you open it requires 50 reputation points, the second time 100, the third time 200, the fourth time 500... the eleventh time 30000, and so on..."

"Alright, that's enough!"

Renwang quickly interrupted the system, explaining that 30000 reputation points were equivalent to three million points. That was enough for him to perform three ten-pulls, guaranteeing him three black skills.

That's a black skill!

Tezuka's Domain and the World of Ice are only orange; above that is red, and above red is black.

With a change of heart, Niou said, "Help me unlock three spaces first."

With the restrictions lifted, three new highlights appeared in the backpack slots, while Nioh's reputation was reduced by 350.

Feeling a little distressed, he ran to the kitchen and spent most of the afternoon tinkering with the props. He then proudly put the three sets of props into his backpack.

"This thing is more for killing than... cough cough, it's an essential item for home and travel."

Resisting the urge to experiment at home, Niou calmed down and began to catch up on the lessons he had missed.

At dinner, the little guy looked at the dishes on the table, frowned, and said, "Mom, why aren't there any eggs today?"

"Forehead……"

Huizi was taken aback, then said with a hint of helplessness, "I've been so busy lately that I can't remember anything. I remember buying it, but I searched the whole kitchen today and couldn't find it. Xia Shi, be good, Mom will make you some steamed egg custard again tomorrow."

Hearing this, the little guy was a bit disappointed, but he nodded his head and whispered, "Mm."

On the other side, Niou kept his eyes down, seemingly oblivious to everything around him.

"Masaharu!"

Father Zhenlian suddenly spoke up: "Didn't a thief break into the house today?"

"how is this possible?"

Niou's expression was natural, and his tone was appropriate. Zhenlian, who had initially harbored doubts, nodded and didn't press the matter further.

Having escaped unscathed, King Ni hurriedly returned to his room after finishing his meal.

"Next time I make something like this, I'll have to buy the materials myself..."

Chapter Seven Special Training [2/5, Please Subscribe!]

Monday, 3:30 p.m.

At Rikkai Tennis Club, the team members are training intensively.

Among the second-year students conducting sparring training, several first-year students could be vaguely seen.

This is the elimination system established by Niou.

Every Friday afternoon during the last hour, all first-graders gather for a tiebreaker match. The winner gets to break the rules and train with second and third-graders who are not regulars.

The principle of survival of the fittest, while not in line with the regulations of ordinary schools and even conflicting with some of Rikkai's rules, was agreed upon after discussion among the three, with the only compromise being to reduce the number of participants to three.

Of the nearly thirty first-year students, only three received special treatment.

Sanada, who always adheres to rules, agreed to this because of Niou's words, "They are the future of Rikkai."

Li Hai's future.

For Sanada, who was proud of Rikkai, this statement was even more effective than Yukimura's warning.

As a result, Sanada's opinion of Niou changed considerably. Of course, this happened before the kendo dojo incident.

"call!"

"drink!"

On the court, figures swung their rackets incessantly, undergoing intense training. Among them were several selected first-year students.

Their physical abilities may not be as good as those of the second or third graders, but they are already able to keep up with their seniors.

Training for non-regular players is in full swing.

However, problems arose in the training of the regular players.

boom!

"Match over, Kirihara wins, score 6-4!"

Kirihara, having defeated the Jackals, wiped the sweat from his brow and wearily walked off the court. The Jackals, despite losing, weren't as tense as before; they took the medium-sized glass of green liquid, pinched their noses, and gulped it down.

Glug, glug!

"what"

With a hearty sigh, the jackal narrowed his eyes, feeling as if his vision had broadened considerably.

Having grown accustomed to the unpleasant smell of this green liquid, he wasn't so resistant to it. Besides, it had a cooling and heat-relieving effect, so the outcome of the competition became less important to him.

On the other side, Marui, having drunk the red liquid, let out a burp and looked at Niou and Yanagi not far away with a smile, seemingly in a show of defiance.

"Something's not right."

Squinting, Liu observed the regular players' match and frowned, saying, "They've gotten used to that kind of atmosphere. If this continues, the training might backfire."

Unlike non-regulars, regular players possess significantly superior physical abilities. Consequently, their speed in mastering the 'Niou Juice' is also faster than that of ordinary players.

With a nonchalant attitude, their training enthusiasm was undoubtedly much weaker compared to before the county competition.

Upon hearing this, King Ren said, "It's alright, my new product has already been successfully developed."

"but……"

His tone shifted, and he said with some concern, "This is only a temporary solution. The reason they are so anxious during training is largely due to the weather, which is not easy to resolve."

"Mm." Liu nodded.

What Niou said was exactly the issue he was considering.

If the players' mindset cannot be corrected, the new training plan will likely be difficult to implement in the near future.

Seeing Liu deep in thought, Niou thought to himself, "With Yukimura gone, the impact on training is starting to show..."

Under Yukimura's oppressive policies, even if the regulars couldn't stand the weather, they wouldn't openly oppose him. But with his departure, Sanada and Yanagi's prestige alone wasn't enough to convince people.

As for Niou, he has only just integrated into Rikkai's circle. He's not yet capable of making the team members obey his every word.

"There's still a big difference between being among the top in the country and being number one in the country..."

Niou sighed inwardly, realizing that Sanada could never replace Yukimura.

tread!tread!

At that moment, a steady and powerful footstep sounded. The two turned around and saw Sanada walking over with a cold expression.

"There's good news."

As Sanada approached, he glanced at the two of them, and when his gaze passed over Niou's face, he subtly trembled. It was so subtle that even Yanagi didn't notice.

Upon hearing this, both King Ren and Liu looked over.

He said, "The school has already approved the special training program we applied for last time."

The special training was a carefully planned exercise by the three of them to alleviate the anxiety of the regular players. They hadn't expected much, but to their surprise, they passed.

"That……"

"Tomorrow!"

Sanada's brows furrowed, and he glanced coldly at Kirihara and the others. "With such a lax attitude, do they really think the Kanto Tournament and the Prefectural Tournament are of the same level?"

In his view, the easy victories in the regional and county tournaments had made everyone forget the potential danger of losing Yukimura.

The two nodded.

After training ended, the three gathered everyone together, dismissed the regular team members, and kept the four starters.

"Ah?"

Seeing this, Kirihara blinked and said, "Vice-Captain Sanada, is there anything else?"

"Ah."

Sanada nodded and said, "Get ready, we'll meet at Kitakuri Station tomorrow morning."