Prince of Tennis: I am actually Echizen Nanjiro

He opened his eyes.

There was no sign, just like waking up from sleep, not worth mentioning.

All he saw was a sea of ​​white, the air was filled with the smell of disinfectant, and he was lying on a bed.

It feels like a hospital. Is this a hospital?

He struggled to sit up and looked around.

His left hand was still receiving an IV. He reached out and touched his head, which was so swollen and painful that it was hard to ignore. There was a bandage wrapped around it.

There are also a few scars on the arms and legs, but fortunately they are not serious, just skin injuries.

But...why did his body become someone else's?

Emotions like panic, fear, and terror didn't even have time to emerge before they were blocked by the depression in my chest.

All that was left was confusion and weakness, and the current situation made it impossible to think deeply.

His right hand unconsciously clenched the bed sheet beneath him tightly, until his knuckles turned white from the force.

What kind of development is this? It's too fantastic.

It was too real to be a dream.

Before he could think clearly, the door of the room was pushed open.

His eyes looked in the direction where the sound came from.

A lady appeared.

She was probably in her thirties, with a pretty face and a friendly look.

Although she tried to conceal it, he still discovered that she was actually very tired.

"Nanjiro..."

Takeuchi Junko was so excited that tears filled her eyes almost instantly. She opened her mouth several times to say something but failed.

She was completely unaware that warm tears were streaming down her face.

She asked Nanjiro to deliver a lunch box to Ryoma, but unexpectedly she received a call from the hospital saying that Nanjiro had been in a car accident.

She didn't even remember how she got to the hospital.

The doctor told her that Nanjiro was lucky and his injuries were not serious, and he would be fine after he woke up.

But this wait lasted for five full days.

When she saw Nanjiro's pale and unconscious appearance, she almost fainted from the huge shock.

She blames herself for letting Nanjiro go out.

She kept praying that Nanjiro would be safe this time.

Takeuchi Junko kept her heart tense at all times, not daring to give herself a chance to breathe.

Because she was afraid that if she looked away, something even more unbearable might happen.

Fortunately, Nanako and Ryoma came to accompany her later, and she felt a little relieved.

Seeing Nanjiro's confused look now, Takeuchi Rinko felt even sadder. Thinking of his previous careless and annoying attitude in daily life, she didn't feel disgusted but instead hoped that he could always be so heartless.

"Ms. Junko, Mr. Nanjiro is fine now. He will be fully recovered after a few days of rest." The doctor comforted her after a detailed examination of Nanjiro Echizen's condition, "You don't have to worry."

Lunzi was completely relieved and smiled with tears in his eyes, "It's good that you're okay, it's good that you're okay."

Nanjiro? His name is Echizen Nanjiro?

Is the lady next to him Renzi?

Could it be...

Because he had watched the anime Prince of Tennis, he knew the character Nanjiro Echizen.

So, he became Echizen Nanjiro?

His soul entered the body of Nanjiro Echizen?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but smile bitterly.

After the doctor left, Renzi saw that he looked very weak and couldn't help but feel sorry for him: "Nanjiro, how is the wound on your head? Does it hurt a lot?"

He was stunned at first, then came to his senses, and managed to cheer up and replied, "I'm almost well now."

He smoothed out the wrinkled sheets, still looking a little dazed.

Takeuchi Junko thought he had just woken up and had not recovered yet, so she didn't care and moved closer to him, thinking of holding his hand to see if he was cold.

He said, "Lunzi, can you pour me a glass of water?"

His voice was a little hoarse because he hadn't spoken for a long time.

His eyes gently fell on Renzi's hand, and when he saw her stop moving because of his words, he gently moved away without leaving a trace.

It's best not to get too close.

He felt a little panicked.

"Okay." Lunzi wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, stood up to pour water, and said self-deprecatingly, "I am really such a jerk. I only know how to cry. I am obviously at this age, but I am still scared to death when encountering something."

He took the water handed to him by Renzi and thanked him.

The two sat in silence.

He didn't like the smell of disinfectant in the hospital air, so he asked tentatively, "Lunzi, can I be discharged now?"

Lunzi's original idea was to let him stay in the hospital for a few more days, but now that he asked this, she remembered that this person has always been used to freedom and doesn't like being restrained.

After weighing the pros and cons, Renzi finally compromised with him and decided to respect his idea to the greatest extent possible: "I'll go ask the doctor. If the doctor says it's okay, we'll go home."

"sorry to bother you."

Hearing his words, Renzi looked a little disappointed: "Nanjiro, why are you so polite to me all of a sudden?"

He felt helpless and lowered his head, pretending to be extremely tired.

As expected, Renzi successfully received what he wanted to say: "Nanjiro, if you are tired, lie down and rest."

"Yeah." He lay down and closed his eyes.

Takeuchi Junko looked at his sleeping face and a smile appeared on her face.

This man only looks this cute when he is asleep.

After hearing the door close, he stopped pretending to be asleep.

I probably knew my situation.

So, is he already "dead" in the real world?

There should be only a shell left!

He didn't think the situation was as bad as he thought.

Although he no longer exists in the original world, at least he is still alive.

Still conscious and able to think.

If there is one person in this world who cannot be easily let go, it is only the little girl in my family.

It’s better not to mention those few bad friends.

I can already imagine that apart from crying bitterly at the funeral and acting heartbroken to move other people who don't know the truth, there is nothing else they can do.

After a while, they are still a group of second-generation rich people who are living a carefree life.

He would have been a fool to feel sorry for parting with such a group of people.

"I don't know if Qingyue has eaten well." He sighed as he looked at the sky outside the window.

But fortunately, besides herself, Qingyue has many people who love her.

He was not worried about the little girl's future life, but he felt a little at a loss about the sudden and unexpected separation between them.

He was not afraid of anything, but he was afraid that Qingyue would cry non-stop.

He had not yet discussed with Qingyue topics such as life and death.

First, Qingyue is still young, and second, he feels that there is still plenty of time in the future.

Who knew there would be no future?

Sooner or later, people will deeply feel that the weight of life is an unavoidable weight, and this is true for everyone.

Even if you are not ready, it will still weigh on you relentlessly.

What Takeuchi Junko saw when she opened the door was him looking out the window with a sad face.

what happened to him?

The Nanjiro Echizen she was familiar with, her husband, was proud and confident in his bones.

He has always been fearless and open-minded. How could he be as sad and vulnerable as he is now?

Yes, she noticed it since Nanjiro woke up.

There was an invisible barrier between her and Nanjiro.

And this has never happened before.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, he turned around and said, "Lunzi, you're here."

Takeuchi Junko smiled and asked him: "Is the scenery outside so fascinating to you?"

He turned his eyes away from the window, lowered his head and smiled: "Just taking a look."

"Nanjiro."

Renzi called his name, the name of the man she loved most.

She looked at him and smiled tenderly, then leaned over and gently held his hand.

"Let's go back."

The warmth instantly spread from his fingertips to his entire body.

When he felt the warmth from others, he realized that his body was actually cold.

Renzi felt distressed: "Nanjiro, why didn't you tell me it was so cold?"

"I forgot." He answered bluntly.

These words made Renzi want to laugh, but then a layer of frost seemed to slowly form in her heart.

His coldness reached her heart.

Rinko Takeuchi hugged him, not sparing her warmth.

It doesn't sound like a legitimate thing for a soul to occupy another person's body and survive.

If warmth cannot be maintained for a long time, and if the prerequisite for obtaining warmth is to maintain a false face, then can you still accept this warmth?

Deception does not require deliberateness; silence can also be an accomplice.

I needed to tell her the truth, even if she wouldn't believe it.

He gently pushed Lunzi away and looked into her eyes: "Lunzi, I..."

Hesitation, confusion, compassion, pity, helplessness...

Hey, Nanjiro, why?

Why is there so much sadness coming out of you?

This lonely and sad atmosphere seems like a farewell between life and death.

It seemed as if she would lose him completely in the next moment.

Tears were about to burst out of her eyes, but she still tried her best to hold it back, and said with a smile, word by word: "Let's go back, let's go back, we can talk about it later. Okay, Nanjiro?"

He couldn't go on, so he nodded, smiled and wiped away Renzi's tears.

"I'm fine, why are you still crying?"

Takeuchi Rinko continued to hold him in her arms, not minding the coldness of his body.

"Nanjiro."

"Ah."

"I'm so glad you're safe, so glad..."

Let’s talk about what happens next.

Things may become very troublesome, but there is always a way to solve them.

He didn't want to think about anything anymore and let Renzi hold him.

The nurse outside was just about to come in and say something, but after seeing the warm scene of the two people hugging each other in silence, she lowered her voice and left quietly.

At this moment, no one wants to break this peace, which seems like a beautiful dream.