Prince of Tennis - I am Echizen Ryoma

Chapter 91 - 93

Chapter 91 A sudden enlightenment

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The narrator of this chapter is Yuta.

Why is this first grade so strong? He plays tennis with confidence and no hesitation. My mind unconsciously recalled what my brother said before the game.

"You are very energetic, Yuta." My brother smiled and said to me who had just finished warming up. "Are you used to dormitory life? I thought you would be the second singles or the first singles. I am also looking forward to competing with you. ..."

"Don't lie to me!" I interrupted him, "I don't care what you think!"

Looking at my brother's face where the smile disappeared, my anger boiled for no reason. "That first-year student who defeated me and became a regular candidate is already qualified to be my opponent!"

"I will do my best to defeat that first-year student!" I raised my hand and pointed at my brother opposite, "As for you, it's best Lose to Guanyue, then Saint Rudolph will win!"

After saying that, I picked up my tennis bag and left.

"I'm fine." My brother whispered behind me, "But our freshman is not so easy to defeat... Yuta." After a pause, I suddenly turned to stare at him, "Don't compare— —How do you know!"

"That first-year student from Seigaku is so good!"

"It's funny, because that contestant from St. Rudolf is--"

"Huh? Fuji's younger brother from Seigaku?!"

"Fuji from Seigaku? That genius, really?"

"Is he really his brother?"

He was arranging the strings of his tennis racket with his hands, and there was a harsh noise outside the court.

Echizen Ryoma, when everyone points at you and calls you a genius so and so; when no matter what you do, someone compares you with your closest relative; when you face the person you seem to be facing every day. Can you smile as confidently as you do now when facing an opponent you can never defeat?

"Winning or losing starts from now on, Yuta." My brother's voice sounded softly from the sidelines, "I know that you have hated losing from the past." Yes, I hate losing, very much. . But I always lose to you, brother.

Why do the warm emotions that filled my childhood gradually change when I grow up? Is it because too many utilitarian and complicated factors have been added? Is this the price of growth?

"Awesome, the left-handed killer - Yuta was also suppressed." The noise outside the stadium did not stop.

"Your Qingkong Slash has been broken. Now, do you have any other tricks?" The boy opposite pointed at me with one hand raised his clap, and his smile was as bright as the morning sun.

Why doesn't he feel any pressure? He looked like he was completely enjoying it.

"Now, only tennis with resentment can't defeat me. Your brother shouldn't be the only one in your eyes."

He turned around and walked to his position. "I used to have the same goal as you, just to defeat one person. Now," he pointed with his finger High in the clear sky, "My goal is higher!"

He turned to look at me. The purity of those amber eyes, the confidence in the slightly raised corners of the mouth, the flawless clear sky pointed by the raised arms, the strong visual impact instantly made me enlightened - that's it!

A smile appeared on the corner of my mouth, and I looked at him, "Before you can get higher, you have to defeat me first!"

"Of course!" Turning around to face me, his eyes were filled with warm smiles.