Prince of Tennis: I am actually Echizen Nanjiro

"I had a great time today. Thank you, Fuji and Tezuka. Next time, I'll treat you to dessert."

"Okay, Mr. Nanjiro, let's exchange contact information." Fuji Shusuke took out his cell phone and smiled, "It will be convenient for future contact."

After the call was connected, Fuji Shusuke did not hang up immediately: "Excuse me, is this Mr. Nanjiro?"

"That's right, Fuji, it's me." Echizen Nanjiro found it very amusing.

"Tezuka?"

Echizen Nanjiro looked at Tezuka Kunimitsu expectantly, with a mobile phone in his hand, and his meaning was obvious.

Naturally, Kunimitsu Tezuka would not refuse him.

Because Fuji Shusuke started it, and Echizen Nanjiro himself had a somewhat playful nature, he also jokingly spoke into his phone, which was already on the go, and looked at the person in front of him with smiling eyes.

"Excuse me, are you Kunimitsu Tezuka?"

I thought Tezuka wouldn't respond, but he did.

Kunimitsu Tezuka was right in front of him, but his voice came from two places in front of his ears.

"It's me, Mr. Nanjiro."

Listening to Tezuka's voice coming from the phone - the usually cold tone seemed to have become warmer - this made Echizen Nanjiro feel very calm and warm in his heart.

It turns out that being able to contact people by phone is such a wonderful thing.

"Don't forget, I will always remember it." The little bear reminded him before he left.

Echizen Nanjiro almost raised his hand and swore, "I will never forget it."

Does Fuji think he is the kind of person who doesn't keep his word? Humph, I'm not happy.

"I'm leaving. Goodbye, Tezuka, Fuji."

Longma and Karubin should be home by now, so he has to go back and cook.

Fuji Shusuke noticed that Tezuka Kunimitsu's eyes were always fixed on the man's departing figure: "Tezuka, let's go back too."

Neither of them spoke on the way, and Fuji Shusuke still had a faint smile on his face.

After coming out of the tennis equipment store, Kunimitsu Tezuka sensed that there had been some subtle changes in the relationship between him and Fuji.

Just now, because of the presence of Mr. Nanjiro, this change seemed less abrupt and even negligible, but after he left, it could no longer be concealed.

After walking for a while, a car stopped next to them.

It's Yumiko Fuji.

"Zhouzhu, do you want a ride?"

"Sister Yumiko." Fuji Shusuke looked at Tezuka Kunimitsu with a smile, "See you at school, Tezuka."

"Fu Er..."

Fuji Shusuke got into the car by himself, as if he didn't hear Tezuka Kunimitsu calling his name.

"Goodbye, Tezuka."

After the car drove for a distance, Fuji Yumiko asked, "Why do you and Tezuka seem a little strange to me? Are you having a conflict?"

Fuji Shusuke suppressed the smile he had been holding on to: "Sister Yumiko is very observant."

Then he opened his icy blue eyes: "It's just a small matter."

Yumiko Fuji thought to herself: No matter how you look at it, it can't be a small matter.

Could it be that Tezuka did something excessive to make Zhousuke so angry?

But isn’t Zhou Zhu the friend who has always admired him the most and is the head of the tennis club?

Moreover, she had met Tezuka several times before. Although she didn't know much about him, she could tell that he was an excellent and trustworthy young man.

Is it an emotional entanglement?

She asked indirectly, "By the way, Zhousuke, does Tezuka have a girlfriend?"

"Sister Yumiko, why are you asking this?"

"I'm curious. Tezuka is so outstanding, there must be a lot of girls in school who confess to him." Then she joked, "Maybe there are boys too."

The expression on Fuji Shusuke's face suddenly became gloomy.

No way, it must be a question about feelings, so Yumiko Fuji didn't ask any further and brought up another topic.

"How are you and Yuta doing lately? Mom has been complaining to me about how cold your relationship is."

Fuji Shusuke regained his usual smile: "Yuta and I are fine, Sister Yumiko, don't worry."

"Really? That's good."

On the one hand, she knew that Zhou Zhu didn't want to get to the bottom of it himself, but on the other hand, she also believed that Zhou Zhu could handle it.

I hope Zhou Zhu can solve his problem as soon as possible!

When Echizen Nanjiro returned home, he found that Ryoma had not come back yet. Thinking that he might have gone to Xiang Mu to practice tennis, he was not in a hurry to cook. After thinking about it, he went out to the temple.

He entered the room he usually stayed in and went to the bookshelf looking for a book.

"Here it is." Echizen Nanjiro spotted it and took it down. "I almost didn't see it."

These two rows of bookshelves are filled with medical books. He had spent a lot of effort and spent a lot of money to find them. Fortunately, although Chinese medicine is not popular here, it is not completely isolated.

But when he thought of the money he had spent on these old books, his heart bleed.

Forget it. Didn’t the ancients say that even if you spend all your money, you can still get it back? And aren’t people today also advocating that knowledge is priceless?

Oh, I’ve already bought it, so let it be.

Ever since he came back from the regional qualifiers, he had been preparing to resume his role as a "doctor".

Because I met Tezuka, of course I discovered the hand injury that he tried so hard to hide.

However, Nanjiro Echizen knew that this was just a prelude, and in the end he still couldn't let it go.

There always needs to be something to prove.

He has not forgotten his past life self and the people who were important to him.

Echizen Nanjiro turned to one of the pages and frowned: "Xun Tancao."

"What is this? Why have I never heard of it?"

The name is quite elegant. He looked at the picture of this plant in the book and found that its leaves are generally green with red and serrated edges. The fruits below are bright red and the size and shape of cherries.

Echizen Nanjiro then read the subsequent text introduction.

"It takes three years to bloom and three years to bear fruit. A plant with several flowers can only produce one fruit. If you take the fruit, the plant will die." Echizen Nanjiro felt a little sympathetic for it. "Is it so cruel? What is the effect?"

"The leaves can clear away heat and detoxify. They can be dried and brewed into tea, or applied externally as a wound remedy."

It's really good and very practical. Echizen Nanjiro wants to find one to try its effects as soon as possible.

"Xun Tan Fruit, strengthens the body, rejuvenates the body, and completely heals physical injuries."

As he read, Echizen Nanjiro's eyes widened.

Completely healing physical injuries, what a joke!

He thought he had seen it wrong, so he checked again.

This is what the book really says: Completely heals physical injuries.

It's impossible, his mind told Echizen Nanjiro this, but he couldn't control his inner excitement.

The fake books nowadays are of such poor quality that even the contents are faked. No, he has to throw them away.

Echizen Nanjiro closed the book one second, and couldn't help but turn back to the original place the next second. He suppressed his active mind and thought unwillingly, let me see how you lie.

"Growing in Qiyuan Mountain in China... the fruiting period is June or July..."

He looked at the following content again.

I found that except for the unexpected Xun Tancao, everything else in the book was normal.

Forget it, let’s just put it aside for now. After all, I bought it with money.

Echizen Nanjiro wanted to put the book back to its original place on the bookshelf, but he was too lazy to do so and just put it on the mat. Then he picked up a stack of papers on the table and flipped through them.

No, no, can it be more perfect?

Should we add a medicinal ingredient with strong effect? ​​But if we add it, we will need several other herbs to restrain its medicinal properties, and the whole prescription will have to be changed greatly.

A single move affects the whole body!

Or should we just follow the traditional way to be safe and secure?

No, the effect would be too slow. He couldn't wait that long, and neither could Tezuka.

He must think of a foolproof way to completely cure Tezuka's hand injury. Only in this way can Tezuka be completely free of worries.

Echizen Nanjiro began to get annoyed. He crumpled up all the papers in his hand and threw them on the ground. Then he felt that this was too childish.

All the emotions turned into a sigh: "None of them."

It would be nice if the teacher was here. If it was the teacher, it would definitely be possible...

"As a doctor, it is important to believe in yourself. This has nothing to do with your ability, experience, or medical skills. It all depends on your original intention."

"You can be responsible for your patients, and of course, you have to do that because you are a doctor."

This is what his teacher had said to him many years ago.

The reason why he chose to follow his teacher was not because he wanted to achieve great success in medicine. He was simply tired of the environment he was in at the time and wanted to find a shelter.

Even knowing this, the teacher did not expose him. When he got used to living with herbs and medical books, the teacher told him to part with them.

He said there was nothing left to teach him and he was leaving.

What he said, but seemed not to have said, was that he would never come back.

Even at the end, I still couldn't ask "Why?"

I just stood there, watching him go away, feeling neither sad nor happy.

For a long time afterwards, he was unable to develop feelings for anyone.

In his eyes, a person only represents a "life". Apart from life and death, he is indifferent to everything else.

Not wanting to recall the past, Echizen Nanjiro lay down and picked up the book unconsciously.

"Xun Tan grass?" What if it's true? I have heard of Qiyuan Mountain in China...

As I thought about it, my consciousness unconsciously began to dissipate.

No! I can't sleep!

He quickly shook off the sleepiness in his body because he had to go back to cook.

Sure enough, as soon as I got home, I was greeted with complaints from my little prince.

"Dad, why are you back so late?"

"Sorry, Ryoma." Echizen Nanjiro changed his shoes, "I was delayed in the temple for a while."

"Why are you always at the temple lately?"

Echizen Nanjiro found it funny and said, "Then why do you always go to school?" and walked into the kitchen.

Echizen Ryoma continued to watch the tennis match on TV, but found that he couldn't concentrate no matter how hard he tried.

I always feel like my dad is hiding something from me.

Before long, the aroma of fried rice wafted out.

"Please make do with it tonight, since we are out of food at home."

Echizen Nanjiro brought a large plate of fried rice to Echizen Ryoma.

When Karubin saw that Ryoma had something delicious, he also started meowing and kept scratching Echizen Nanjiro's legs with his claws.

"Karubin, do you want to eat too?"

"Meow~"

"Okay, okay, there's a share for Carubin too." Echizen Nanjiro smiled and touched Carubin's ear.

"Meow~" After hearing the answer he wanted, Karubin calmed down.

When did the relationship between my father and Kalubin become so good that they seemed to be able to communicate without any obstacles? Echizen Ryoma looked at his father's gentle smile, and he no longer felt it was abnormal and strange as before.

Anyway, no matter what the stupid dad becomes, he is still a stupid dad.

"How's your tennis practice with Xiang Mu lately?"

"Well, not bad."

"If Xiang Mu hadn't come back from Germany, I really don't know what you would do with your tennis training."

"Although I can guide you a little in theory, you still need someone to guide you in playing tennis. Fortunately, he is here. It is a blessing in disguise."

Xiang Mujue is the son of Xiang Muchen Goro and a promising professional tennis player, but for some reason, he is planning to give up participating in this year's tennis tournament and return to Japan.

If he didn't mention it, Echizen Nanjiro certainly wouldn't ask.

I just didn't expect that he would be willing to be Ryoma's tennis coach.

Echizen Ryoma looked at him firmly: "I will definitely play my own tennis. Dad, you have to watch me carefully."

"Of course I trust my son. The meal is finished. Come, I'll help you serve it."

At this time, the only thing on Echizen Nanjiro's mind was: he must make sure his precious son is well fed.

"Dad, are you really listening to me?" Echizen Ryoma asked doubtfully.

Echizen Nanjiro helped him serve another large plate of golden and fragrant egg fried rice.

Of course, we didn’t forget to add some to Karubin.

"Eat it while it's hot. It won't taste good if it gets cold."

Echizen Ryoma: "..."

Forget it, just pretend he didn't say anything.