The Frail Young Master Doesn't Want to Play Tennis Today Either

[Synopsis] [The character art on the cover is by the wonderful Boshui. Many thanks to her, she's absolutely gorgeous!!] [Even my obscure work is getting pirated now. I've put up a 12-hour anti-piracy delay, with 90% of the chapters available to subscribers.] Completed work: How Do I Deal with My Cat Butler Spoiling Me So Much? Another Prince of Tennis fanfic, focused on the top, with Rikkai winning three consecutive championships and Yukimura as the pairing. My Quick Transmigration System Is Begging Me Not to Reach a Bad Ending is now being serialized. Please add it to your collection. Feng Jingchuan was frail and sickly, and grew up in England. After graduating from middle school, he returned to China and saw what life was like for his younger twin brother, Feng Jingye, at Ouran High School. Terrified, he hurriedly transferred to Hyotei's senior high division. After spending two carefree years at Hyotei, he unexpectedly received an invitation to the U-17 training camp. He had once been a rising tennis star in England, but after returning to China, he never joined the tennis club and kept a low profile. Now, Feng Jingchuan could only think: "??" [Bonus Scene] On the first day at the training camp, a group of arrogant high schoolers saw the frail, slender, handsome-looking boy with a sickly pallor and immediately mocked him harshly. "Hahaha, you sickly wimp! Go home and study! You don't belong here!" "With a body like that, I bet you can barely even hold a racket! Hahahaha!" "Watch out, I'll knock you flat with one shot!" The sickly boy smiled gently. As the others laughed and taunted him, he lightly flicked a fingertip against the strings, neither embarrassed nor annoyed. But in the blink of an eye, he had knocked them all to the ground, leaving them groaning everywhere. The culprit merely said, as if it were nothing, "Thanks, you were just what I needed to warm up." And so they were vanquished. By his Nth day at the training camp, those self-important high schoolers no longer dared act out in front of Feng Jingchuan. Whenever they saw him, they would bow their heads and call out, "Brother Chuan." The title always made him feel like a gang boss, but life without anyone picking a fight with him was truly wonderful. But when a group of exceptionally skilled, outstanding middle schoolers arrived at the training camp, Feng Jingchuan's carefree days were well and truly over! Yukimura, the "Child of God," handsome and incredibly skilled, said, "Senior, I really want to play a match against you." Tezuka, the "Emperor," peerlessly handsome and taciturn, said, "I'll play against you in the next match." And then there were Sanada, Fuji, Niou, Echizen... Looking at them, Feng Jingchuan felt as if the sky were falling. He could only turn to his childhood friend, who had yet to say a word, and give him a pleading look. But the usually proud and carefree young master Atobe simply raised his hand, pointed his racket at him, and declared, "Bring it on!" Not only that, the highly skilled high schoolers were fired up to compete, too. Tokugawa, Oni, Tanejima, Ochi, Yamato... "Us too. Get in line first." Feng Jingchuan's smile gradually froze. Wait, what kind of training camp have I ended up in? Are these people demons? Do they even remember I'm sick? Help! Is it too late to quit now? P.S. 1. The protagonist is a second-year student in Hyotei's senior high division. The story begins with the U-17 training camp, after the national tournament has ended. The story is 60% plot and 40% romance. 2. The protagonist is the top and is sickly by nature, but his actual tennis skills are strong and somewhat overpowered. There is a System, but you can basically pretend it isn't there. 3. Atobe is the pairing. This is a coming-of-age story with many original details, and the characters may be out of character. I'll do my best to portray everyone fairly. The protagonist and Atobe only get together as adults. Theme: Move forward together, sharpening one another as we go, and never forget our original aspirations.