Prince of Tennis: I am actually Echizen Nanjiro

"Damn it, Mr. Nanjiro is lying. He was clearly bullied by Akutsu!" Kikumaru Eiji wiped away his tears and strongly demanded Oishi Shuichiro, "Oishi, we must not let Mr. Nanjiro suffer in vain!"

Momoshiro Takeshi was obviously furious: "That's right, we can't just let it go like this! Senior Oishi, let's file a complaint with the Middle School Athletic Union. There is irrefutable evidence that Akutsu injured someone at the Metropolitan Games!"

Faced with their request, Oishi Hideichiro was undecided for a moment.

"That's enough!" Fuji Shusuke, who always liked to smile with his eyes narrowed and had a gentle personality, had a fire in his ice-blue eyes. "Have you forgotten what Mr. Nanjiro said so quickly?"

"He wants us to win today's game!"

Kikumaru was unwilling to give in: "But..."

His cold eyes swept through everyone one by one: "Why, does anyone think they can't win?"

"Fu Er..."

Yes, how could they forget that he is Fuji Shusuke, the genius Fuji Shusuke.

He is not without edge, and gentleness is never synonymous with weakness!

He will never allow, never forgive, and never give in!

He closed his eyes.

The wind picked up.

At the same time, it brushed away the hidden cold and deep blue.

"Let's go, it's time."

Suddenly I felt that nothing in this world has a clear and distinct meaning.

Fuji Shusuke didn't want to endure it any longer.

"It's okay. He's just asleep," the doctor comforted.

He said this somewhat against his will.

How could it be okay?

The bruises on his exposed neck and wrists in the boy's arms turned darker and darker as time went by. It was no exaggeration to say that they looked shocking.

But in order to reassure the boy, he could only try to talk about the better aspects.

For example, if they are all skin injuries, you can apply ointment every day and the swelling will go away in three or four days. If everything goes well, it will heal in a week.

“Ah…ah…it hurts…” Echizen Nanjiro huddled uneasily in Tezuka’s arms, “Tezuka, Tezuka…it hurts…”

"Where does it hurt? Mr. Nanjiro, Mr. Nanjiro..."

Tezuka Kunimitsu gently put his hand on his back, intending to comfort him, but it made him subconsciously even more afraid.

"Ah..." He cried out with tears in his eyes, and then sobbed softly, "Wuwu..."

Thanks to the doctor's experience, he immediately noticed the problem.

"Student, please help lift up his shirt. He may have an injury on his back as well."

Echizen Nanjiro was wearing a light blue T-shirt today. He rested his head on Tezuka's shoulder and held Tezuka's waist tightly with his arms.

I wish I could hide in Tezuka's arms.

"Tezuka, Tezuka... wuwu..."

"It's okay, Nanjiro-san, don't be scared, okay?"

Kunimitsu Tezuka rolled his clothes up little by little.

His skin came into direct contact with the coolness of the air and he couldn't help but shiver again.

He was already clinging tightly to Tezuka, but it was still not enough and he wanted to go inside.

"This……"

Even the doctor, who had seen many injuries, couldn't help but gasp.

"Damn it, who on earth did this!"

There were large areas of bruises all over the back from top to bottom.

It was the wound left by a collision with a tree.

Tezuka Kunimitsu's trembling fingertips did not dare to fall for a long time.

He came all the way here carrying Mr. Nanjiro in his arms.

His arm was across Mr. Nanjiro's back where he was injured.

How painful it must be for Mr. Nanjiro!

Echizen Nanjiro seemed to sense his sadness and gradually stopped crying.

He buried his head in Tezuka's arms and rubbed it, then patted Tezuka's waist gently with his hands.

"It doesn't hurt anymore...it doesn't hurt anymore..."

In a daze, he didn't understand why he said "it doesn't hurt" when he was clearly in pain.

He didn't have the energy to think about anything else. He just wanted to hug Tezuka and have a good sleep.

His steady breathing calmed Tezuka Kunimitsu's heart.

His brows were still slightly furrowed even when he fell asleep, and Tezuka Kunimitsu gently helped him smooth them.

Maybe he was too tired, he slept soundly this time.

Very well behaved, didn't make any noise.

"Ahem." The doctor handed the necessary medicine to Tezuka Kunimitsu, "Young man, I'll be leaving first. Remember to apply the medicine on him."

I don't know why, but I feel like I shouldn't be here.

Let's go for a walk outside...

After all, the figures of young people fighting for their dreams under the blue sky and white clouds are quite inspiring.

If a doctor were to arrive at the match, he would find that the atmosphere on the tennis court seemed a little...

Not quite right.

It was seriously inconsistent with the beautiful picture of youth he had imagined and expected.

A voice came from the radio: "The final of the Metropolitan Tournament, Yamabuki Junior High School vs. Seigaku, will begin now."

On Qingxue's side, the atmosphere was terribly depressing.

"Hey, what's going on over at Qingxue?"

"very scary……"

Fuji Shusuke took out his tennis racket.

He felt at ease because he remembered his smile.

And the way he cried.

"Buji, you only know how to bully me." He cried to himself at that time.

Yes, why do I have to bully him again and again?

It makes him angry and makes him cry.

Every time, Fuji Shusuke was certain that he would forgive himself.

Because he is not smart at all.

Even if he was bullied, he could still forgive with a smile.

Still willing to share the beauty he has.

He always acted like he was afraid of me and avoiding me, but he never made up his mind or really thought about staying away from me.

Mr. Nanjiro, I didn't approach you with the intention of being friends.

You are really...

Not smart at all.

"Long."

"Fu Er?"

"I want to ask you something."

He turned his back to the crowd.

The wind is light and the clouds are thin.

"Please, just this once, don't get in my way."

"The doubles team is Fuji-senpai and Kawamura-senpai." Tomoka Kosakata whispered, "Hey, Sakurano, do you think everyone is weird?"

Being under low pressure, she couldn't be lively even if she wanted to.

Ryuzaki Sakuno looked around worriedly: "Strange, Minister Tezuka is not here either."

Inoue Mamoru and Shiba Saori came over.

"Hiss, it's so cold." Shiba Saori rubbed her arms. "What's wrong with everyone in Qingxue? The game hasn't started yet. Did we meet a strong enemy? It doesn't matter. Let me use my love as a big sister..."

"Shiba, stop talking." Inoue Mamoru interrupted her seriously, "Don't you see it yet? Now is not the time to joke."

Shiba Saori quickly covered her mouth.

Ryuusaki Sumire, who was far away in the coaching booth, naturally could not ignore the abnormality of the team.

what happened?

And Tezuka, why is Tezuka not here?

Tezuka...

Oh, Nanjiro!

Sure enough, when I looked over, Nanjiro was not there either.

Ryuzaki Sumire roughly understood.

It must be that something has happened to Nanjiro again.

Damn it, she has no idea what's going on now.

These young men, please don't take the initiative to cause trouble for her!

But the next second, she exploded.

She stood up and shouted without caring about her image: "Kawamura, what are you doing!"

Kawamura Takashi actually walked to a place in the competition venue and sat down directly.

Not to mention their opponent Yamabuki, the other teams watching, even their own people within Seigaku, except for the regular players, had no idea that in the opening doubles match, there would be such a move that would subvert their worldview.

This... this provocation is too arrogant...

Is Qingxue a school of this style?

Kawamura Takashi was at a loss: "Coach, I'm sorry, I..."

"I'm sorry, Sumire-chan, it was my idea." Fuji Shusuke regained his usual smile, "Leave this game to me."

"Fuji!" Ryuzaki Sumire clenched her fists. "Now is the final of the metropolitan tournament. Do you understand how important this is to Seigaku? There must be a limit to being willful! Fuji Shusuke, I order you..."

"Referee, can we start the game now?" the little bear said with a smile.

"Oh, okay." The referee came back to his senses and announced, "The game begins."

"You, you..."

Ryuzaki Sumire was so angry that she was about to die.

Where is Tezuka? Where on earth did Tezuka go?

Who can tell her what is going on?

"Oh, this is not good."

After hearing Banda Kan'e's malicious words, Ryuuzaki Sumire had completely lost the urge to argue with him.

No matter how he mocked her, she had already given up hope in this round.

She didn't notice that Mikiya Banda was gradually becoming serious...

Kunimitsu Tezuka began to apply medicine to him.

The ointment is a cool, transparent gel.

His movements were gentle, especially when touching Nanjiro's injured areas.

While applying the cream, don't forget to pay attention to the expression and reaction on his face.

First the wrist, then the neck.

Seeing the obvious bruises on his neck, Tezuka Kunimitsu hesitated for a long time before taking any action.

The touch was already as light as it could be, but he still wondered if it could be even lighter...

He knew that Mr. Nanjiro was most afraid of pain.

"Hmm...hmm..." Echizen Nanjiro began to move slightly and made dissatisfied humming sounds.

Taking off his shirt would inevitably disturb his sleep.

Kunimitsu Tezuka had already anticipated this.

Kunimitsu Tezuka, a good boy who follows the rules, has never had the experience of taking off clothes for others.

What's more, he was facing a sleeping person.

This person still has injuries.

What you need to take off is the T-shirt.

The difficulty is at a higher level.

It is an impossible hell-level challenge.

How can I take off his shirt as smoothly as possible without waking him up or hurting him?

Kunimitsu Tezuka, who excelled in all subjects, was rarely stumped.

There was no other way, he could only try and explore as much as possible.

Nanjiro in his arms was obviously very unhappy with him.

Tezuka Kunimitsu could only coax him: "It will be fine soon, Mr. Nanjiro."

"Put your arms up, please."

"Well, you're so good."

In the past, Kunimitsu Tezuka would never say such words to coax a child.

The word “will not” here has two meanings.

They correspond to the lack of theoretical learning and practical application respectively.

Later, Fuji Shusuke "taught" him the theory.