What If We're Just Passing Through?

She transmigrates into the world of Prince of Tennis as Sanada's younger sister. This is a world of tennis. Can she fit in, or will she only ever be a spectator? He gazes at her, smiling with refined calm. "Xiao Rou, I like tennis." A faint sadness lingers in his eyes. He'll keep going, so when they part in the future, it probably won't hurt too much, will it? The handsome boy with his elegant, delicate features smiles faintly. "This is quite interesting." Is he talking about her, or tennis? His eyes are arrogant, as if nothing matters. He curls his lips into a wild grin. "Victory belongs to this great me!" She chuckles. He really does live up to his nickname, the Narcissus. The handsome boy has a stern, cold air about him. "Don't forget to take your medicine." She sighs. She's really done something awful: she actually turned the icy Emperor Sanada into Auntie Sanada. One by one, the princes of Prince of Tennis. Can she really only regard them as a spectator, or perhaps a passerby? She's slowly beginning to care. Their faces have already left their mark on her heart, bit by bit. What should she do? How will she face the parting that awaits them? Another story-------