Net King Conan: blue iris

"Table Tennis Registration Office"

"Please note that those who have not registered to participate in the project, please go to the registration office to register as soon as possible. I repeat, those who have not registered to participate in the project, please go to the registration office to register as soon as possible." A notice came from the broadcast.

Ryoma was standing in line at the registration desk in his sportswear with his trouser pockets inserted, waiting for registration. There were tiptoeing footsteps coming towards him from behind.

Ryoma glanced behind him calmly, and then a pair of cold hands covered his eyes, and a faint whisper came from his ears, but it was the kind of voice that was deliberately changed:

"Guess who I am~"

"Are you a child? But indeed, no one loves sweets as much as you do."

"Tch, how did you know it was me?" He let go of his hand in frustration, "It's not fun at all."

Huanli looked at the people in line in front of him: "Not many people are interested in the table tennis competition. I said, do you really want to participate in this?"

"certainly."

Huanli glanced with disdain: "Tch, your level is only playing table tennis, using the tennis method. Do you want me to teach you?"

"madamadadane. How good are you?"

"At least, there is no rival in the whole school." Nonsense, this young lady was extremely talented in ball games in her previous life.

Just as the two of them were saying this, a voice suddenly came from behind: "Echizen Ryoma."

"Huh?" Ryoma turned his head, and Huanli beside him also turned his head, and sure enough he saw the boy with glasses in the original plot.

"You also participate in table tennis competitions?" said the boy with glasses. By the way, what is the name of this boy with glasses?

"Probably." Ryoma looked calm.

"Looks like he has some strength. I'm looking forward to the next game. Hehehe~" The boy with glasses shook the table tennis ball with his racket and walked away with a smile. Ryoma looked at him.

"Well..." Huanli touched his chin with a confused look on his face.

"What are you doing?" Ryoma turned his head, why did he have a troubled expression on his face?

"Ah, I remembered, his name is Musashi Kaixiang, he is in the first grade!" Who can remember such a complicated name?

"You know him?"

"Kaisho Musashi, first grader. He was originally in the table tennis club, but he suddenly quit a week ago. He went to China to learn table tennis when he was five years old, and then won all 26 games in a Japanese public competition." As he said that, he suddenly quit.

He turned into a replica of Qian, wearing glasses, holding a notebook and speaking in a robotic manner. Finally, he imitated Qian and pushed up his glasses in the same signature way.

"Why do you want to imitate the words of your seniors?" Depressed... The tennis club now has two seniors.

"In recent days, I have been discussing the improvement of dry juice with senior Qian." Huanli smiled like a devil.

Stay away——the only two words that Ryoma thought about at this time.

After a while, the cheering group came.

As expected by Huanli, Longma was playing table tennis, using the tennis method. (Huanli: Nonsense, I know astronomy and geography... A certain author (with a look of disdain): Don't let you know the plot.

You are talking about this as if you are a god.)

Then I saw Fuji's so-called competition, Huanli was so sweaty...