Prince of Tennis: I am actually Echizen Nanjiro

Talking about his acquaintance with Xiang Mujue, Echizen Nanjiro was really surprised.

Once when he went out, he met Xiang Muchen Goro on the road.

I originally thought I could just deal with it briefly, but who would have thought that he would invite me to his home for dinner.

Because the other party was so enthusiastic, he couldn't refuse and just followed her.

However, not long after he sat down in Tatsugoro's house, he received a call saying that he had to go out for something urgent.

Before he could even open his mouth, he said, "You must stay for dinner," and left the door behind him. Echizen Nanjiro couldn't leave, and couldn't stay, so he could only sit there and wait for Tatsugoro to come back.

He didn't know how long he waited, but he fell asleep due to dozing off. In a daze, he heard the sound of the door opening.

He rubbed his eyes, yawned lazily and said, "You're back."

However, the other party did not respond to him.

Echizen Nanjiro looked forward and saw that the person who came in was not Tatsugoro, but a sunny and handsome young man.

what's the situation?

Xiang Mujue had not expected that a strange guest would appear in his home. Adhering to basic courtesy, he still greeted him first, "Hello." Then he looked at the gentleman carefully.

He was wearing a very simple white T-shirt and jeans, with his hair tied in a high ponytail.

The whole person looks refreshed and refreshing, which is very comfortable.

It's hard to guess the exact age from the appearance.

Xiang Mujue thought he was very handsome, a kind of handsomeness that was hard to describe, especially his eyes, which made him yearn for them even more than the luster of his favorite sapphires, and made people willing to drown in them.

Xiang Mujue had seen many men with superior looks, and he didn't think it was anything to worry about, nor did he have any special feelings about it. However, when facing this strange man, his heartbeat unconsciously quickened a lot, as if he had just finished running ten kilometers.

Echizen Nanjiro shook off the sleepiness in his body and woke up: "Hello, I am Echizen Nanjiro, a friend of Tatsugoro. He just went out for something urgent. I am waiting for him here."

"Nanjiro Echizen? Are you the legendary samurai from Japan and former professional tennis player Nanjiro Echizen?" Xiang Mujue's tone became excited, with light in his eyes.

Echizen Nanjiro could only nod. He really wanted to say that it wasn't him, but it was indeed him.

"I collected many of your photos and game videos, but I didn't recognize you in person. I'm such a fool."

Unable to express the joy in his heart, Xiang Mujue could only keep his gaze fixed on his idol, not daring to move away for a moment, for fear that the person would disappear in the next second.

As soon as I opened the door of my house, I saw the idol I had admired since childhood.

I wouldn’t even dare to think of this in my dreams!

What? She's actually his fan? I'm confused.

I felt guilty and panicked. What should I do? I wanted to run away. I should have known better.

He clenched his hands nervously.

When his excitement subsided a little, Xiang Mujue remembered that he had not yet introduced himself to his idol.

"Hello, Mr. Nanjiro, nice to meet you. I am Xiang Mujue and Xiang Muchen Goro is my father."

Echizen Nanjiro was very surprised. He really didn't know that Tatsugoro actually had such a big son.

Xiang Mu Jue smiled and said, "I went to Germany when I was six years old. After I started practicing tennis, I came back less often. I guess my father never mentioned me much."

"You practice tennis?"

"Yes, I turned pro two years ago."

"How old are you?"

"Seventeen."

Two years ago, Echizen Nanjiro was shocked. He became a professional player at the age of fifteen?

This is too awesome!

Many little stars immediately appeared in Echizen Nanjiro's eyes: "Are you a genius?"

Xiang Mu Jue could hardly resist his straightforward and undisguised gaze: "Mr. Nanjiro, you are too kind. I am not a genius. Becoming a professional player at the age of fifteen is not a great thing."

Oh my god, I feel so hot. Is the temperature rising?

Xiang Mujue had no doubt that if Mr. Nanjiro continued to look at him like this, he would faint from the heat.

Fortunately, at this time, Tatsugoro came back.

"Ajue, why is your face so red? Are you feeling unwell?"

"It's okay, Dad, I'll go back to my room first." Xiang Muchue thought he needed to calm down.

"What's wrong with this kid?"

Then he looked at Echizen Nanjiro and said, "He didn't do anything rude, did he?"

"Why did you ask so?"

"After all, you are his idol." Tatsugoro sat down opposite him, "I don't know if it's because I always mentioned you to him before."

Good man, it turns out that you were the one who indoctrinated him. Damn it.

"How is your health?"

"It's already been done. You're asking too late."

Xiang Muchen Wulang sighed: "If I hadn't asked a few more questions when Longma came to the store last time, I wouldn't have known that you had such a big problem."

"Don't talk nonsense. It's not a big deal. It's just a scratch. At most, it bleeds a little."

Xiang Muchen Wulang smiled and said, "I was thinking of visiting you at your house when I have time, but I ran into you on the road today. I feel bad if I don't treat you to a meal."

"I see. I thought you wanted to reminisce about the past, but it turns out you just wanted to make up for your guilt."

Echizen Nanjiro couldn't help but joke with him.

She had a gentle smile and eyes like stars, and her temperament was completely different from before.

Xiang Muchen Wulang recalled that he would not have been able to find the place on the road if he had not recognized this face.

He must be my good friend whom I have known for many years.

"How's Ryoma's tennis going lately."

"Ah... this..." His eyes became vague and he said vaguely, "It's okay."

Seeing him like this, Xiang Muchen Wulang suddenly had a bad feeling: "What happened?"

Echizen Nanjiro stammered, "Um, that is, I...can't...play tennis anymore."

"What!" Xiang Muchen Wulang stood up directly, "Nanjiro, what's going on!"

I suddenly heard my father talking loudly in the room, and thought he had some argument with Mr. Nanjiro.

Xiang Mujue came out quickly without having time to think.

But I saw Mr. Nanjiro sitting uneasily on the chair, with a wronged look like a child who had made a mistake, while his father was standing in front of him, as stern as a head teacher.

To be honest, Xiang Mujue wanted to laugh when he saw this scene.

In addition, in his impression, his father had never lost his temper with anyone.

What did Mr. Nanjiro do to make him angry?

Echizen Nanjiro repeated the speech that Renko had prepared specifically for him exactly as it was.

The bottom line is, I had a car accident and I can't play tennis anymore.

The air in the room seemed to stagnate because of his words.

Echizen Nanjiro couldn't stand this kind of silence: "Come on, don't be like this. I don't feel anything myself, but you guys are acting like the world is coming to an end."

"Nanjiro, this is no small matter."

"It's just a small thing."

"What about Longma?"

"Cold salad."

"Nanjiro!"

"I haven't thought it through. I can't think it through. It's hard to think about it." Echizen Nanjiro held his forehead helplessly and said, "Ryoma is not a child anymore. Let him go on his own and grow against the wind."

"You..." It's bad enough that you are irresponsible to yourself, but you actually have this attitude towards your children.

If it weren't for the fact that he had been in an accident, Xiang Muchen Wulang would have wanted to "take action" against him directly at this moment.

Seeing that his father was about to explode in anger, Xiang Mujue hurried over to change the subject: "Dad, it's getting late, we should go cook. I'm hungry."

Xiang Muchen Goro then got up and went to the kitchen, but before leaving he still glared at Echizen Nanjiro, which obviously meant "This matter is not over yet, you just wait!"

After Xiang Muchen Goro left, Echizen Nanjiro stood up uneasily.

"Xiang Mu, why don't I go back first."

Xiang Mujue smiled and pulled him to sit down: "Don't worry, father just can't accept this matter now. When he figures it out, it won't be like this anymore."

"Oh..." He leaned on the table and sighed.

Seeing his depressed look, Xiang Mujue felt amused. He raised his right hand to touch his head, but the next moment he suddenly realized that it was inappropriate to do so and stopped the action.

"Xiang Mu, what should I do..." Echizen Nanjiro lay weakly on the table, "Ah..."

"Mr. Nanjiro."

"Xiang Mu?"

No wonder people say it’s great to be young.

Only young people like Xiang Mu can possess such abundant vitality and sunshine.

"I can help you."

Echizen Nanjiro thought he was simply trying to comfort him, so he smiled and said, "Thank you, Xiang Mu."

It's great that he is surrounded by a group of gentle people. So happy...

Then he said, "Although I still have many shortcomings, I should be able to help Ryoma a little in tennis."

After listening to him, Echizen Nanjiro habitually said "hmm" lazily, and when he completely digested the meaning of Xiang Mu Jue's words, his body suddenly stood up from the table.

Echizen Nanjiro was frightened, his eyes wide open: "Xiang Mu, you...you...you just said..."

He must have heard correctly. Could it be that Xiang Mu meant...

Xiang Mu Jue couldn't help but laugh. Why is Mr. Nanjiro so cute?

"Mr. Nanjiro, let Ryoma come and train with me, if I can put your mind at ease."

Echizen Nanjiro really wanted to nod and agree immediately. If he missed this opportunity, he would never meet a teacher like him again. However...

He shook his head with difficulty: "No, Xiang Mu, you are a professional player. You must prepare for an important tennis tournament next. You don't even have enough time. How can I let Longma come to bother you?"

"I'm not going to participate in this year's event, so it's okay."

How can this be possible! Echizen Nanjiro almost blurted out, but he tried hard to restrain himself.

Because he knew that asking further might touch upon Xiang Mu's privacy.

Why didn't you participate in the competition? Did something bad happen?

Does Tatsugoro know about such a big thing?

All kinds of questions swirled in Echizen Nanjiro's mind.

He still shook his head: "That won't work either. Even if you don't participate in the competition, you still have to complete basic training every day. Anyway, Xiang Mu, nothing you say will work."

One can almost see from his expression the continuous change of his inner emotions.

First there was joy, then regret, and finally sadness.

Is he feeling sorry for himself? He obviously doesn't understand anything about his own affairs.

Xiang Mu Jue couldn't bear to see him in such a depressed mood, so he patted his head and said, "Mr. Nanjiro, I didn't do this on impulse, but after careful consideration. I'm not a good person who will help others unconditionally, nor am I a person who will do something even though I know I can't do it, so you can rest assured."