Prince of Tennis: I am actually Echizen Nanjiro

Now I don’t want to pretend anymore, I’m just going to show my cards directly.

I just feel super annoyed with you!

"You are lazy and idle all day long, not doing your job, and you are extremely careless. You have no self-awareness, which is fine, but you also make people worry about everything. Tell me, when will you not cause trouble? I get so angry when I see you!"

Echizen Nanjiro just felt that he had suffered an "unprovoked disaster". Who could tolerate being scolded for no reason!

"Tatsugoro, please stay true to your words and don't make personal attacks!"

Tatsugoro couldn't calm down, and didn't care that Ryoma was still trying to save face for him: "Huh? Wasn't I telling the truth?"

"you you……"

Echizen Nanjiro was so angry that he walked up to him quickly to have a good talk with him, but he saw Xiang Mujue had already taken a shower, changed into casual clothes and came out of the bathroom.

Her eyes immediately misted over and she looked over with grievance: "Ajue... woo woo..." Then she trotted over to his side.

"Ajue..." The voice became very soft, and he looked like a weak, helpless and pitiful child.

Xiang Mujue couldn't bear to see him being wronged, so he hurriedly asked, "Mr. Nanjiro, what's wrong with you? What happened? Can you tell me?"

"Ajue, I'm sorry..." There were tears in his eyes that were about to fall. Who could bear this!

"Am I useless and causing trouble for Tatsugoro and you? I didn't mean it. I'm sorry...

"You still have no self-awareness at all. Tatsugoro works hard every day, and I come here from time to time to eat for free, but I can't help at all. This is too much, wuwu..."

After hearing this, Xiang Mu Jue was still confused. It must be that his father was "criticizing" Mr. Nanjiro again.

In the past, he would just say a few mild words, after all, it was a conversation between elders and he couldn't interrupt or make a fuss about anything, but now it's getting more and more excessive.

In my father's eyes, doesn't Mr. Nanjiro have any self-respect?

Xiang Mujue coaxed him gently: "How can Mr. Nanjiro be useless? You didn't cause any trouble. Okay, don't cry. Don't say these self-deprecating words anymore."

After calming Nanjiro down a bit, he looked at Chen Goro with an unexpected look on his face: "Dad, how can you say that about Mr. Nanjiro? It's so rude! What's wrong with Mr. Nanjiro that you have to be so hostile to him every time you see him!"

Tatsugoro was stunned.

My son, who has always been gentle and polite, actually spoke to me in such a harsh tone and kept blaming me.

This has never happened before!

Echizen Nanjiro grabbed his sleeve, sobbing, and raised his head.

Its watery eyes sparkled under the light, just like a poor little kitten that had been ruthlessly abandoned by its owner.

He sincerely advised: "It's all my fault. It has nothing to do with Chen Wulang. Ah Jue, please don't be angry because of me and your father. It's not easy for him."

"Mr. Nanjiro, you are so kind and gentle."

Seeing that he was so sad and still wanted to speak for his own father who "bullied" him, Xiang Mujue was so moved that he didn't know what to say.

It is because you, Mr. Nanjiro, are too soft-hearted that you are bullied.

He was such a good person, he really couldn't understand why his father was targeting him?

If I were Mr. Nanjiro's good friend, no matter how much I cared for him, it would never be enough.

"Ajue, I'm not as good as you say. If I had been more careful, I wouldn't..." The mist in his eyes thickened and was about to condense in the next second, "I wouldn't...always make Chen Wulang angry..."

Seeing him sad, Xiang Mujue felt uncomfortable as well.

How can Mr. Nanjiro, a simple and innocent man who foolishly blames all the faults on himself, let go?

"It's not Mr. Nanjiro's fault. I'm not sad anymore. Ah..."

"Ajue, you are the best, woo woo..."

"Ajue! Don't be fooled by him!"

Xiang Muchenwulang just came to his senses now. Nanjiro must have seen Ajue coming and deliberately did this to "separate" the father-son relationship between him and Ajue.

He thought he had exposed Nanjiro's "trick", and his tone was inevitably mixed with a bit of complacency: "You definitely don't know Nanjiro as well as I do. How long have you known him? I have known him for more than ten years. I tell you, he is a cunning fox, and he never speaks the truth. You must..."

"That's enough, Dad!"

Xiang Mujue was very disappointed with his father. Even at this time, he was still "slandering" Mr. Nanjiro.

Mr. Nanjiro is the idol that I have admired since I started playing tennis. Isn’t my father the one who knows this best?

Why would he...

"Father, I'm not a fool." Xiang Muchue's voice was calm.

Normally, he calls Tatsugoro "Dad".

The word "father" was so cold that Tatsugoro trembled in his heart.

"It's not like I can't see or hear..." Xiang Mujue said in a deep voice, "In the bathroom, I heard you accusing Mr. Nanjiro."

"Ajue, you..." Do you believe that this "scheming" Nanjiro doesn't believe me?

Xiang Mujue gently put his arm around Nanjiro's shoulders and said, "Mr. Nanjiro, there are some potato chips in my room. You won't feel sad if you eat them." When speaking to him, Xiang Mujue's voice was very soft, for fear of scaring him.

"Yeah." Echizen Nanjiro nodded harmlessly and obediently.

When Tatsugoro heard this, he was shocked. How could he let them enter the room alone!

What if something unspeakable happened...

"Ah Jue!"

Xiang Muchengoro was still expecting Xiang Mujue to discover the fact that he had been "deceived" by Nanjiro.

Unfortunately, Xiang Mujue no longer wanted to say anything more to him.

"Don't let me down again, Father." After saying this, he took Nanjiro into his room. He obviously used force to close the door, making a loud noise.

Xiang Muchen Wulang was completely dumbfounded.

How did things develop step by step to the current situation.

The son he had raised with great effort for more than 20 years, who was smart and sensible, just "betrayed" him like that. He was "bewitched" by a few words from Nanjiro and even regarded himself as his "enemy"?

He slumped down in his chair in a daze, feeling extremely sad.

My son has grown up, become independent, and forgotten about it...

Ugh, what is he thinking!

It's all because of Nanjiro. If it weren't for him...

Ryoma Echizen, who had been outside the "storm", stood up silently and poured him a cup of tea.

Xiang Muchen Wulang had a bad feeling in his heart, staring at Echizen Ryoma and asked, "Is this guy not like this at home?"

The Cat Prince pondered for a while and nodded slightly.

What a sin...Is this still a human being?

A complete evil spirit that harms people!

My poor son, Ajue, why can't you see his true face?

This guy is not a good person. If you stay with him, you will be the only one who suffers in the end!

Xiang Muchengolang now regrets why he invited Nanjiro to his home in the first place.

If he hadn't invited Nanjiro to his home, he wouldn't have met Ajue; if Ajue hadn't met him, those things that made him feel bad wouldn't have happened later; if those things hadn't happened, then his relationship with Ajue would still be as good as before...

Oh, my head hurts!

Anyway, one thing is very clear, that is: no matter how wrong it is, it is all Nanjiro's fault!

I hate it so much...

Suddenly there was a strange smell in the air. The sensitive cat prince sniffed it and it sounded like something was burnt.

"Uncle Chen, is there anything cooking in the kitchen?"

"It's broken!" Xiang Muchen Wulang rushed to the kitchen.

The chicken in the pot is already mushy.

He forgot to turn off the fire in time...

Xiang Mujue's room was very clean, simple and bright.

But Echizen Nanjiro was not satisfied.

Eh, I thought I could discover another side of Xiang Mu.

Humph, these young people are going too far. Not only do they look “golden on the outside”, but they are also “rotten on the inside”!

Isn't this just a blow to him as an ordinary person?

Xiang Mujue handed him the potato chips.

"Thank you." He took it and placed it on his lap, with no intention of opening it.

Xiang Mujue thought that he was too sad to even have the mood to eat his favorite snacks, but the truth was that Nanjiro had already eaten a lot of potato chips and didn't want to eat anymore.

Although the potato chips were delicious, he still wanted to save room for dinner.

"Xiang Mu, when are you leaving the day after tomorrow? I'll see you off."

"Mr. Nanjiro, just call me Ajue."

"This..." Echizen Nanjiro was still used to calling him "Xiang Mu".

Xiang Mujue felt that Mr. Nanjiro was worried about his father.

His weak and helpless image became more deeply rooted in Xiang Mujue's mind.

"Okay then." Echizen Nanjiro couldn't ignore the pleading look in his eyes, so he changed his name to "Ajue" as he wished.

Only then did Xiang Mujue smile with satisfaction.

"No need to see me off, Nanjiro-san. It will be very early that day."

Looking at Nanjiro's ignorant eyes that seemed to be ignorant of the world, Xiang Mujue had the urge to tease him.

He chuckled, "It must be painful to get up early, Nanjiro-san."

Even though he knew that Xiang Mu's smile was well-intentioned and he had no intention of making fun of him, Echizen Nanjiro still felt as if someone had caught him by the pigtail and lowered his head in embarrassment.

He couldn't refute it because he was really "lazy".

He is the laziest in the whole family.

Xiang Mu, you are a good kid, why do you expose others’ shortcomings in front of them?

I misjudged you!

Besides, it’s just one day, you don’t have to get up early every day.

Echizen Nanjiro thought he could still do it once in a while.

After all, Xiang Mu has taken care of Longma in tennis for so long, so he should show some appreciation.

But he still didn't want to easily admit the fact that he was lazy.

Maybe people are just like this. Knowing something is one thing, and not wanting others to tell you is another.

"What does this mean..."

Echizen Nanjiro's voice was weak, and it was obvious that he lacked confidence.

"It's nothing to suffer for you..."

He pinched the corner of his clothes helplessly, with a slight blush on his cheeks.

Ashamed.