Prince of Tennis Fraudster

"Hehe, all of you stop arguing, this girl is..."

In stark contrast to the boys' excitement, the girls felt a sinking feeling. After all, the things boys compare themselves to change with age, but for girls, it's always the same: appearance, appearance, appearance...

Clearly, this pretty girl had the upper hand over them.

Of course, some people reacted completely differently.

Renwang stared wide-eyed at the girl introducing herself on the podium, his heart filled with a complex mix of emotions.

"It turned out to be her?"

He had thought he would see her again, perhaps in high school, perhaps on the basketball court, or perhaps in Hokkaido. But he never imagined that they would meet again in this kind of setting.

"Hmm!" Ms. Fukuyama smiled and said, "Kitazono-kun, who would you like to sit at the same table with?"

Desk mate?

"I I I..."

Instantly, the entire classroom descended into chaos. The boys lamented that they weren't tall enough, and some even stood up.

Beiyuan smiled slightly, his gaze sweeping over everyone before finally settling on Renwang, whose face was filled with complex emotions.

She pointed and said, "I want to sit at the same table as him!"

"yeah!"

Immediately, a fat man to the left of Niou stood up with a cheer.

Bang!

However, he only felt a heavy weight on his buttocks, and his whole body suddenly slammed onto the table. He turned around and glared angrily, but his body trembled violently.

Those deep brown eyes, like those of a wild wolf, exuded the ferocity of a beast.

"Uh..."

The fat man hesitated for a moment, but ultimately refrained from reporting Renwang.

Kitaen, who had witnessed Niou's actions, smiled gently, walked over to him with ease, and sat down calmly.

Her voice, as melodious as a nightingale's, said, "Long time no see!"

Niou calmed himself down and nodded, saying, "Long time no see!"

The two smiled at each other, as if they were old friends, or as a couple who had just reconciled after a falling out.

Unfamiliar, yet familiar.

P.S.: My idea for Kitazono is that she's not a capricious, unreasonable, and shrewish girlfriend; she has her shining qualities. Also, I don't see anything ugly about her. Of course, I admit her OVA drawings aren't as good as her manga, but how can people consider that ugly? (But I uploaded manga images.)

As for her personality, you can't really figure it out from the limited information in the original work? Furthermore, using her spy identity as a reason to be disgusting—I really don't know if some people have truly understood Prince of Tennis.

Are some people just criticizing for the sake of criticizing?

Or perhaps, we ordinary folks simply can't understand the aesthetics of some people.

PS2: That's all for venting. And the venting part doesn't cost money.

Chapter Twenty-Three: The Manager [3/5, Please Subscribe!]

Noon, on the top floor of the Lihai teaching building.

A gentle breeze caressed my face, dispelling the heat and leaving me feeling refreshed and cool.

Not far away, two figures leaned against the railing, taking in the layout of the opposite field.

At this moment, Niou spoke up: "Why have you come to Rikkai?"

Transferring from Hokkaido to Rikkai University is no easy feat. The learning environment and friendships all had to be built from scratch. He didn't know how Kitaen had convinced her parents.

But the first thing he asked was a stupid question.

At that moment, feeling the gentle breeze on her face, Kitaen's smile vanished. She glanced at Niou with her almond-shaped eyes and said calmly, "Of course, it's for a certain super idiot, and... the manager of Rikkai Tennis Club!"

Upon hearing this, King Ren smiled.

That's just how Bei Yuan is; if it were an ordinary girl, she probably wouldn't have been so blunt. Of course, he also realized that his question was indeed a bit silly, but Bei Yuan's last sentence made him raise an eyebrow involuntarily.

Manager of Rikkai Tennis Club?

Although he had said that before, it was only in jest. In his opinion, Kitahara was not capable of being the manager of the tennis department at the nation's top tennis academy.

"how?"

Seemingly sensing the change in Renwang's mindset, Beiyuan frowned slightly and said with a half-smile, "You don't believe me?"

Niou nodded quickly: "I believe you!"

"But just because I agree doesn't mean everyone will. In Rikkai, the king of the hill, those without ability will be eliminated!"

"laugh……"

The girl smiled, her voice as melodious as a nightingale's, brimming with confidence: "Then let's wait and see!"

3:30 p.m.

All team members were present, and after completing the warm-up activities, they began high-intensity training.

With the Kanto Tournament approaching, Rikkai's training intensity hasn't slowed down. After three days of intensive training deep in the mountains, the regular players have almost completely lost their resistance.

With the addition of the new products developed by Niou, their training enthusiasm is even stronger than before.

boom!

boom!

Inside the court, two figures were sparring back and forth; it was Yagyu and Marui.

One of them is steady and composed, while the other is lively and outgoing.

In terms of playing style, Yagyu is the kind of player who is meticulous, patient, and seizes the opportunity to strike decisively. Marui, on the other hand, is good at attacking, has a wide variety of skills, and has the ability to break through in a moment of brilliance.

boom!

With a powerful smash from Yagyu, the referee announced, "Match over! Yagyu wins! Score 7-6!"

"Whoosh..."

On the other side, Marui was panting heavily.

His stamina was only replenished by homemade cakes, so he had to win the match as quickly as possible. Therefore, he could only keep attacking, but attacking would constantly deplete his stamina.

Marui, caught in a behavioral paradox, found his stamina insufficient to sustain him until the tiebreaker. Yet, he persevered for more than ten points before being defeated by Yagyu.

"Here, this is your reward, Marui-senpai!"

Kirihara handed Marui a medium-sized glass of dark red liquid. The latter frowned, then gulped it down in one go.

goo go go go...

"Ok?"

Suddenly, Marui's expression changed, and his eyebrows and hair stood on end. A spicy smell completely overwhelmed his sense of taste.

He threw the cup away and ran around like a madman.

"Water, water..."

Here, the water you wanted!

At that moment, a clear and melodious sound rang out, which was like the most beautiful and wonderful music to Marui.

He took the water and drank it in large gulps.

The others, however, turned their attention to the girl who had just appeared.

"is her?"

Whether they were regulars or not, everyone remembered the girl's identity. About a month ago, a girl from another school suddenly appeared at Rikkai.

"Have you changed into Rikkai's school uniform?"

The sharp-eyed Liu immediately noticed the change in Bei Yuan. She walked forward with a smile, looked at the crowd who had stopped moving, and said, "Everyone, it's been a long time!"

Her sweet smile and delicate features immediately won the favor of many team members. But Sanada was clearly not among them. He raised an eyebrow, stepped forward, and said, "Young man, this is Rikkai Tennis Club. Please watch from outside the court and don't interfere with our training..."

Even though she was a pretty girl, Sanada still spoke to her in that blunt and unceremonious tone.

"Ah……"

Beiyuan smiled and said, "I know the rules of Rikkai, the King of Tennis, but I'm here to apply for the position of manager of your tennis department!"

She was neither intimidated nor hesitant, stating her purpose directly.

Team manager?

"Hahaha……"

The others were taken aback at first, then couldn't help but laugh.

What a joke! Even if the manager position at Rikkai, the reigning champions, were vacant, they wouldn't let a girl fill it. This is the dignity of the champions, and it's the dignity of all of them.

"that……"

Sure enough, someone immediately stepped forward. It was Kirihara; he had just remembered that this was the girl he'd met at the park's street basketball court that night.

"You can't even handle those two scoundrels from Qingshan, and you want to be the manager of Rikkai?"

Although he had already rejected the other person in his heart, Kirihara wouldn't be so direct. Instead, he asked tactfully, "Do you know what a team manager is?"

"Ah……"

Upon hearing this, Renwang behind him shook his head and smiled, while Liu beside him also looked somewhat helpless.

Bei Yuan's eyes flashed with a sharp light.

She knew very well that this was a crucial opportunity. She smiled and said, "Kirihara Akaya, 2nd year, D class, number 6, height 168cm, weight 61kg, visual acuity 1.5 in both eyes, shoes are DTWILSON [DYNOSPHERETECHNOLOGY], racket is PROSTAFFWILSONSTRETCH!"

"The wear cycle for tennis shoes is 7.8 days, but it's best to replace them every 3 days. Tennis racket strings are suitable for medium intensity use and should be replaced every 13.4 days. There are three good tennis specialty stores in Xiangnan City, and the one with the best value for money is..."

"Habitually uses bottom-line attacks, but his personality is very unstable, with a risk of turning red-eyed. Once..."

Kitaen continued talking animatedly, while Kirihara was completely dumbfounded.

Chapter Twenty-Four: Boarding School [4/5, Please Subscribe!]

Not only Kirihara, but all the non-regulars around him were stunned. Could this beautiful girl be a robot?