The Prince of Tennis: My tennis skills come from Naruto

Chapter 120 Youth melted into the orange glow of the setting sun.

After the setup was complete, the venue looked like this:

In the center are eight silver grills that are sparkling with golden-red embers.

Five of the tables were occupied by chefs dressed in snow-white chef uniforms who were working.

Some were using tweezers to turn the thinly sliced ​​Kobe beef on the grill, some were flipping lamb skewers, and some were grilling vegetables such as enoki mushrooms and potato slices.

The sizzling sound of oil dripping onto the charcoal fire, mixed with the aroma of black truffle sauce and various meats and vegetables, spread through the air.

Around the central grill, there were seven marble dining tables, surrounded by chairs, and on the tables were set exquisite ceramic tableware.

The dining table was arranged in a circle, with a dessert table on each side of the circle. It was filled with various kinds of sushi, such as salmon sushi. Of course, the main attraction was the variety of desserts, such as crème brûlée, tiramisu, and triangular mille-feuille cakes in various flavors, such as chocolate and matcha.

It was 6:30 PM soon.

The group of people in the villa, along with their randomly assigned partners, walked towards the open-air courtyard, each holding a table card.

Even from a distance, the rich and enticing aroma of various roasted foods filled the air. Upon entering the renovated stadium, everyone quickly found seats and waited for the meal to begin.

"enjoy your meal."

Before long, a maid pushed a food cart over and handed out white porcelain plates containing grilled ribeye steak, enoki mushrooms, and chicken wings to Kamiya Yo, Atobe Keigo, and Kikumaru Eiji. Kamiya Yo was the first to begin eating elegantly and quickly, the aroma of the fat and the rich flavor of the steak blending together in his mouth to create a beautiful melody.

Beside him, Kikumaru Eiji also forked a piece of steak and stuffed it into his mouth. After chewing a couple of times, his eyes widened instantly, and his cheeks puffed out like a little hamster. He exclaimed, "Whoa—! This beef is bursting with juice, yaa~! It's so delicious!"

As he spoke, oil splattered all over his chin, but he didn't notice at all.

At the next table, Yukimura Seiichi was using chopsticks to pick up some grilled enoki mushrooms that a maid had peeled off the wooden skewer and placed on a white porcelain plate. He put them in his mouth, chewed them, and then commented with a smile, "Hmm, the aroma and unique chewiness are as captivating as ever. Genichiro, why don't you try some too?"

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"Okay, the chicken wings are good too, they're Orleans style. Seiichi, you should eat them while they're hot."

"it is good."

Not far away, Sengoku Kiyosumi quickly took two bites of the grilled product and then stood in front of an empty grill, ready to try the fun of self-sufficiency.

He prefers to grill meat himself.

Under the guidance of the maid beside her, Sengoku Kiyosumi skillfully rotated the roasting fork.

The faint, sweet aroma of burning applewood mingled with the rising smoke.

As the fish meat curls up under the heat, its color changes, and the edges turn golden brown. As it grills, fish oil drips down, igniting even more intense flames and aromas.

As she watched her work gradually take shape, a hopeful smile spread across Sengoku Kiyosumi's face.

After it was baked, he couldn't wait to blow on it, then took a big bite, "Crunch!"

The crisp edges cracked open, and then the unique aroma of the eel, the rich sweet and salty flavor of the kabayaki sauce, the smell of grilled fat, and the distinctive fruity and smoky fragrance exploded in my mouth. "Awesome!" Sengoku Kiyosumi exclaimed with satisfaction, her eyebrows dancing with delight. "As expected, homemade eel tastes the best!"

"Really? Then I'll give it a try."

Kikumaru Eiji walked to another grill and began placing beef skewers on it under the guidance of a maid.

The atmosphere here is exceptionally beautiful and harmonious, but thirty meters away, the barbed wire fence separates another world.

The losers had already set up their tents and makeshift washing area as quickly as possible, and were now silently and orderly getting their food under Liu Lian'er's organization.

After getting his lunch, Jiro Akutagawa sat cross-legged on the court, clutching his aluminum lunchbox. He gazed at the barbecue feast on the other side, watching the tempting array of skewers and inhaling the tantalizing aroma. Then, he looked down at his own lunchbox, where a small mountain of white rice stood, topped with only a lone piece of salted meat.

Then look at the opened packet of pickled vegetables next to the lunchbox —

"Waaaaah, I really want to eat grilled meat." Akutagawa Jiro pitifully stuffed some rice into his mouth with disposable bamboo chopsticks. Hmm, eating plain white rice is really hard to eat.

Meanwhile, from the shadows of the tent, came the loud slurping sound of Jack Sangyuan pouring hot water into his lunchbox and stirring it into a paste with the spicy brine from the pickled vegetables.

"This is much better than eating dry food, and it's better than just drinking plain porridge!" Jack said, sounding like he was comforting himself to the others.

Niou Masaharu noticed the situation and saw Akutagawa Jiro looking on expectantly. He felt a moment of apology for sending him to the loser's bracket, followed by an overwhelming sense of relief and a touch of sympathy. He could only say that it was fortunate that his opponent, whom he had randomly drawn this time, was relatively weak; he really didn't want to go there and eat his fill.

Hiroshi's situation is a bit unfortunate this time. Niou Masaharu thought of his good friend and shook his head in his heart, but there was nothing he could do. His opponents were the third and fourth place teams from Hyotei, so there was no way he could win.

As for Kikumaru Eiji, who also has a good friend in the loser's bracket, after eating for a while and then grilling meat himself for a while, he had a tiny bit of an idea to smuggle food to Oishi, but ultimately gave up on the idea.

In response, Eiji Kikumaru said that the minister's gaze was simply too intimidating, so all he could say was, "I'm sorry, Oishi."

"Ahhh! Sengoku, what are you doing?! Put down the scallops I just grilled!" Kikumaru Eiji suddenly noticed that the grilled scallops on the grill had disappeared.

"It's your fault for daydreaming. I thought you didn't want it anymore. These things don't taste good if they're grilled for too long, so I ate it for you."

Sengoku Kiyosumi had a smug look on his face that said, "You should thank me for not wasting your efforts."

"Damn Sengoku!!" Kikumaru Eiji couldn't stand it anymore. This guy actually stole the scallops he had painstakingly grilled! These were the best-looking ones he had ever grilled!

Kikumaru Eiji ran toward Sengoku Kiyosumi, determined to teach him a lesson, such as pinching his most cherished face.

"You can't catch me, you can't catch me!"

The two of them ran two laps around the court.

Finally, Kikumaru Eiji was the first to stop this game of chase and escape, because if they kept running, they would break out in a sweat. Although he was still annoyed, he decided to give up.

"Hahaha—" Sengoku Kiyosumi let out another irritating laugh.

Laughter and the various aromas of grilling blended into the orange glow of the setting sun.