Prince of Tennis Fraudster

"Oh, I actually believed them. Rikkai the King? Go to hell!"

Immediately, the middle school students nearby erupted in a commotion.

"Oops!"

Marui and Jackal's expressions changed as well. "This is not good."

"Too lax!"

boom!

A roar from not far away suddenly exploded across the stadium. Nakajo and Nakagawa couldn't help but tremble upon hearing it.

"Oh?"

Niou turned his head and revealed a sly smile: "They've finally arrived..."

Chapter 8 The Three Giants of Rikkai

tread!tread!tread!

On the silent field, steady, powerful footsteps echoed. The first-year students, who had been stunned by the explosive sound, all looked up in the direction from which the sound came.

"Who are they?"

What came into view were three tall, handsome young men, each with a different temperament but all exuding a strong presence.

"They, they..."

Someone thought of it, opened their mouth, but couldn't squeeze out those names, seemingly stunned by the weight of those words.

"Phew..." Marui breathed a sigh of relief. Luckily they came, otherwise he wouldn't know how to handle the situation.

Approaching them, Sanada, wearing a baseball cap, stared coldly at the two trembling figures and said in a deep voice, "Kiichi Nakajo, Naoya Nakagawa!"

Geek!

Both of them felt a jolt in their hearts. Nakagawa tried his best to calm himself down, but his body just wouldn't obey him and kept trembling.

He stammered, "San...Sanada..."

"What? Your voice's become weak and listless?" Sanada's lips curled into a cold smile, and the surrounding air seemed to drop several degrees. "Where did your earlier arrogance go?"

"I (I)..." The two opened their mouths, but ultimately lowered their heads.

"Nakajo Keiichi!"

"exist!"

Sanada said in a deep voice, "Playing a game in private violates discipline. You'll be suspended from school matches for one month and required to retrieve the ball for two months. Any objections?"

Nakajo trembled and quickly shook his head, saying, "N-no..."

"Naoya Nakagawa!"

Hearing Sanada call his name, Nakagawa shivered involuntarily. He quickly replied, "Yes, yes!"

"No rules for the ruling, so you're sentenced to pick up balls for a month."

"call……"

Upon hearing this, Nakagawa breathed a sigh of relief. He would rather spend two months picking up the ball than be suspended.

Rikkai's training intensity is very high, but the players also develop very quickly. If they miss a match, the gap between them and others will widen.

Swish!

After dealing with the two men, Sanada turned to look at Niou. Niou, however, met his gaze without flinching.

Crack!

Their eyes met in mid-air, like lightning colliding, and the atmosphere instantly became tense.

pressure!

Under the weight of Sanada's imposing aura, Niou felt immense pressure. This aura far surpassed that of Nakajo before.

"Is this the aura of Genichiro Sanada?"

Heavy and scalding hot, the moment Niou looked away, he even had the illusion that he had been ignited.

"Is it really that terrifying just by its aura?"

Thinking of Sanada, known as the "Middle School Tennis Emperor," Niou's heart sank. Only by truly interacting with the real person, rather than looking down on the two-dimensional world from a three-dimensional perspective, could he truly feel the terror of the other.

It's hard to imagine how terrifying Sanada would be if he went all out.

"Nioh Masaharu, from the 17th class of the third-year A-list anime, right?"

Sanada spoke, but it was Niou's application to join the club that he read aloud.

Upon hearing this, King Ren nodded.

Sanada gave the person in front of him a deep look, his voice calm and lacking the heavy tone from before: "If you haven't changed your mind, then welcome to Rikkai's tennis club!"

The tennis club is simply a hobby club. As long as a student is physically fit and of good character, there are no restrictions on joining. Of course, if there are many applicants, the best will be selected.

Niou's physique and tennis skills are best demonstrated by the match just now.

After handing the application to Ueno, who had appeared out of nowhere, Sanada's gaze sharpened once more as he swept his eyes over the first-year students around him.

"Gudu..."

They felt an overwhelming pressure bearing down on them, and many swallowed hard. Sanada's gaze swept across the room, finally settling on two people.

"Marui, Jackal!"

The jackal whose name was called looked serious, while Marui shrugged.

"As a regular player, how could you not stop them? 50 laps around the track!"

"slightly……"

Marui stuck out his tongue and, under the horrified gazes of the first-year students around him, ran off with the jackal.

"Hiss... Fifty laps? That's terrifying!" At this moment, many people had second thoughts.

"Nakajo, Nakagawa, 30 laps!"

"Yes!"

Hearing this, the two raised their drooping heads and followed behind Marui and the other two. Sanada glanced at Niou and said, "Since you've joined the tennis club, let's go, 20 laps!"

"Uh……"

Niou was a little stunned, but after thinking about Rikkai's rules and Sanada's intolerant nature, he moved and started running after them.

As he passed by Yukimura, the man smiled and said, "Good luck!"

Niou nodded, but did not speak.

"As for you."

Sanada looked at the first-year students, his voice softening considerably: "Report here tomorrow afternoon!"

"Yes!" the first-year students answered in unison, and then left the court under the guidance of Ueno and others.

"How about it?"

Watching Niou run five or six laps, Yukimura glanced at Yanagi beside him. Yanagi understood, thought for a moment, and said, "Agile playing style, decent eyesight, but..."

He paused, looked at Renwang who was already panting, and shook his head, saying, "Physical strength is a weakness!"

"Hmm." Yukimura nodded, then smiled and looked at Sanada beside him: "Sanada, what do you think?"

Sanada's gaze swept over the exhausted Niou, and he said coldly, "Too little stamina, average speed, barely passable technique, but..."

His expression softened, and a smile even appeared on his lips: "He has good judgment!"

"Oh?"

Yukimura and Yanagi exchanged a glance and smiled knowingly.

bump!

Back home, Niou seemed to have lost all his strength and collapsed onto the bed.

"Ding!"

At that moment, the system voice rang out: "Congratulations, host, for completing the mission [Entry Certificate], rating A, reward points 1000, skill trial card: Topspin Serve [Special]!"

"Ding!"

"Congratulations, host, on completing the stage system task [Join the Tennis Club]! Rating: A+, Reward: 1500 points, one beginner enhancement, and one lottery draw!"

"lottery?"

Upon hearing this, the lifeless King Ren's eyes lit up and he stood up abruptly.

Chapter Nine Lottery

I was puzzled when Niou won before, wondering why the reward was so small. Now I realize it was just a reward for one match.

At the same time, a thought struck him, and the image of the person's state appeared before his eyes.

Name: Niou Masaharu (Weak)

Five dimensions: Speed ​​2.2, Strength 1.7, Body 1.7, Technique 2.3, Precision 3.8, Total 11.7.

Skills: Data Eye Lv2 [White]: Can see other players' data, 0/1 uses, cooldown: 6.5 days. Topspin Serve Lv2 [White]: A powerful topspin serve, difficult to dodge. Weakness Insight Lv1 [White]: Consumes some mental energy to increase the probability of seeing the opponent's weaknesses.

Points: 3700

Items: Skill Enhancement Card x1, Skill Trial Card (Spin Serve [Special]) x1, Lottery Chance x1, Basic Enhancement Attempt x1

Talent: None

Title: None

Overall rating: Top-tier player in the region

"Another upgrade?"

Niou looked at his stats in surprise; it was only a five-dimensional improvement, yet his rating remained top-tier in the region.

At the same time, following the system's instructions, he opened the lottery interface, and a huge roulette wheel appeared.

"Skills, talents, items..."