The king of the net relies on Echizen Ryoma

Chapter 3 The First Time, Encounter
Chapter 3 The First Time, Encounter
The setting sun was like fire, and there were a few wisps of clouds floating in the dim yellow sky, and the original pure white color was reddened by the sunlight.

The air in late autumn is still sultry, and the humid wind blows over Yingying's delicate skin with heat. Even in the evening, you can still feel the burning sensation.

Yingying was wearing a snow-white lace princess dress and a pair of white delicate leather shoes on her feet.

The purple-gray natural curly hair is tied into two big ponytails, hanging on both sides, a typical princess outfit.

Having said that, even in the original world, she never wore such noble and beautiful clothes when she was 6 years old.

Then, let's take advantage of this opportunity to enjoy the feeling of the young lady, which is actually not bad.Looking forward, maybe one day I can meet her legendary brother, Keigo Atobe.

Hehe, he is still a 9-year-old primary school student...

I really want to see what he is like.Is it as charming and narcissistic as in the comics?

Thinking of this, Yingying couldn't help covering her mouth and snickering.

After finally getting rid of Xia Chuan's stalking all the way, she was able to move freely, otherwise, no matter what she did along the way, Xia Chuan would be able to hear Xia Chuan constantly nagging behind her.

"Miss, you can't go there!"

"Miss, it's dangerous there."

"Miss, you should pay attention to your noble image."

Nagging, really annoying.

Although she looks like a 6-year-old girl, in fact, she is a 16-year-old girl like a flower, and she is already fully equipped with the ability to take care of herself.Things like servants are troublesome.

Ying twitched her lips, seeing a spacious tennis court in front of her.

It's just that in such hot weather, almost no one plays tennis here.

Blonde Americans come and go on the streets. The prosperity of the United States is indeed completely different from that of Japan.The buildings all have a strong European and American style, noble and elegant.What Japan pays attention to should be more ancient and customs.

Appreciating the nearby buildings and scenery, Ying took a few steps forward, and suddenly heard the sound of "bang, bang, bang." The sound seemed to come from the end of the field, according to Judging by her years of tennis experience, that was the sound of hitting a ball.

who can that be?

Hotaru curiously followed the faint voice and walked over.

After walking through a bush that was not too high and not too thick, she finally spotted the person hitting the ball behind it.

A little boy was wearing a white hat, holding a racket about the size of himself in his hand. At this moment, he was facing the wall in front of him, hitting the bright yellow tennis ball one after another.

His posture is a bit clumsy, and the tennis balls can hardly hit the same point, but they are all caught by him, without falling to the ground, and every ball is played very steadily, perhaps because of the frequent practice here, that The wall has been beaten to the point of showing the round marks of tennis balls.

Yingying looked at his diligent back approvingly.For such a young boy, it is already very good to be able to play at such a level.

So I couldn't help clapping my hands a few times, and shouted, "It's a good fight."

Hearing the sound, the boy's arm froze, he missed his racket, and the ball fell to the ground.

He turned around in astonishment, staring blankly at the little girl who appeared behind him at some point.The little girl's eyes were gray with a little bit of glint, and her delicate fair face looked so cute.She is wearing a white princess dress, which really looks like a noble little princess.

Yingying looked at the little boy who turned around abruptly, and smiled brightly, "You play very well, really amazing."

Hearing Yingying's praise, the little boy lowered his head shyly, not knowing what to say.

"Hey. What's your name?" Yingying walked over, stood in front of the little boy, and asked with her hands behind her back.

"Echizen Ryoma."

"Eh?" Yingying widened her beautiful eyes and stared at the little boy intently, making the little boy embarrassed for a while.

Did you hear me right?Is he Echizen Ryoma?The person she dreamed of meeting?
Take a closer look, in fact, they are really similar... Short dark green hair, amber eyes, smiling expression, and the habit of wearing a hat to practice tennis, the only thing that is a little different is his personality She seems to be very shy, which is different from her flirtatious personality in the first year of junior high school.

However, after all, he is still such a young boy, and it is normal for his personality to change after a few years. What's more, in a few years, he will win four consecutive victories in the American JR Conference, so his personality will naturally change. Well...

It is really lucky to meet Echizen Ryoma under such circumstances.

"Then... how old are you this year?"

"Seven years old." Very simple answer.

"You're one year older than me..." Yingying secretly rejoiced in her heart, the age gap was just right, "Do you come here to practice tennis every day?"

"Well...every afternoon."

As soon as the words fell, Ying heard shouts not far away.

His face darkened, the voice was too familiar, it must be Xia Chuan who came to find her... If you don't go out now, you will be found later, it will be another nagging, it's a pity, I wanted to communicate with Longma for a while of.

Yingying sighed, raised her head again and looked into the little boy's eyes and said, "Are you going to come here to practice tomorrow?"

"Um……"

"Then I'm going home now, and I'll be back tomorrow! Bye!" After finishing speaking, Yingying reluctantly waved to the little dragon horse, turned around and ran out of the bushes.

Ryoma stared blankly at the leaving figure of the little girl, until the figure was hidden in the bushes and could no longer be captured.

Immediately, a smile full of childlike innocence flashed across his immature face, which did not disappear for a long, long time.

(End of this chapter)