Prince of Tennis: I am actually Echizen Nanjiro

"Okay, today is a discount day, there are so many things to buy, let's go out."

It's already nine o'clock, and Longma is still sleeping. He is even lazier than me.

But never mind, yesterday’s training must have been pretty hard.

Breakfast was placed on the table for him, and he also brought his wallet. Well, perfect.

Echizen Nanjiro went out with hope, but...

Why did he take the wrong bus?

Although he got out of the car quickly after realizing his mistake, he still felt as if he had aged ten years in an instant.

God always likes to play some harmless but annoying jokes on us.

"Hyotei Academy..." Facing the magnificent building in front of him, Echizen Nanjiro was filled with thoughts, "We are here..."

This is so luxurious, it’s worthy of being a private aristocratic school!

Today is Sunday, the students should not be here.

He became very interested and wondered if he could go in and take a look.

Nanjiro Echizen walked closer and found that the gate of Hyotei Academy was open.

At first he was a little hesitant, worried that someone would come and stop him, but later he was completely relieved because after he entered, he didn't see a single person. Full marks for luck!

Just when he was feeling proud and happy, he was knocked to the ground.

Fortunately, this time I was not hit by a car, but by a person.

It hurts! An idiom popped up in my mind: Too much joy brings sorrow.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, are you okay?"

The man who bumped into him stood up first, sounding panicked.

A girl's voice.

He shook his head tolerantly and smiled, "I'm fine, don't worry."

After standing up, he dusted himself off and looked at the girl.

She was about fifteen or sixteen years old, with a pretty face and a fresh and refined temperament. She was wearing the Hyotei Academy uniform and looked nervous.

I am an adult man after all, but I was knocked down by a little girl. I always feel that it would be embarrassing and laughable if I tell others about it. Sigh...

Seeing that the other party was so kind, magnanimous, and generous, Asakura Yukiko kept bowing and apologizing: "I'm so sorry, I was too anxious."

"It's really alright, just go and get busy."

When he smiled, he was like a little flower swaying gently in the wind, free, comfortable and lovely.

It’s hard to imagine that this adult male can be so “sweet”.

Asakura Yukiko was struck by his smile and her heart began to beat rapidly.

Hey, what’s going on? Could it be that I’m feeling heart-beating?

No, no, she is a member of Atobe's fan club, she can't fall in love with someone else.

"By the way, isn't today Sunday?" Are there any activities in the school?

Asakura Yukiko did not hide anything from him. She talked with him as they walked and told him everything that had happened.

It turns out that today is the day when the Atobe Fan Club elects its leader, and the event will be held in the lecture hall of the No. 3 teaching building of Hyotei Academy.

"What? More than 200 people will come to participate?" Echizen Nanjiro asked in surprise.

I didn't expect that Atobe's influence is so great. Even the election of the leader of the fan club is so grand. If you don't know, you might think it is an election for the king.

“Are you going to run for election too?”

"Of course." Yukiko Asakura was full of fighting spirit.

Just when Echizen Nanjiro could feel the flame of passion burning in her, the next second, as soon as she finished speaking, the fire suddenly went out.

"Ugh……"

"what happened?"

"Mr. Nanjiro, although I have worked hard to get to this point this year, I am afraid that this time I will still..."

“Are there a lot of competitors?”

Atobe's number of fans in the world of Prince of Tennis should be considered one of the highest. After all, he is a high-profile person and has reason to be proud. His appearance, talent and family background are impeccable.

Asakura Yukiko shook her head: "Besides me, there is only one competitor for the position of leader."

Echizen Nanjiro immediately became excited: "Isn't that easy? You have a 50% chance."

Asakura Yukiko smiled bitterly and said, "If only it were as simple as you think."

"Minako Hirakawa is the only daughter of the chairman of the Hirakawa Group. Not only does she have a privileged family background, but she also always achieves

She is ranked among the top three in the school. She is also proficient in flower arrangement, tea ceremony, horse riding and archery, and these are her specialties that everyone knows about. "

"Anyway, both teachers and students are full of praise for her. She is simply the female version of Atobe. How can I compare to her..."

Echizen Nanjiro wanted to encourage her and told her not to be too pessimistic: "You are also very good, otherwise how could you qualify as another leader candidate?"

"My family is just average, and my family business is ranked within the top 100 in the world. My academic performance is not outstanding either. In the most recent school exam, I ranked fifth in the whole school. It's simply not good enough."

"The only elective subjects I'm proficient in are German and Spanish. My hobbies are even worse. I'm only the president of the school's cooking club and the director of the painting club. I haven't been able to lead everyone to achieve much. I just won the championship of last year's cooking competition and the gold medal in the national middle school individual painting competition."

"How can I have a chance of winning if I'm like this?"

Asakura Yukiko saw that Echizen Nanjiro had a dull look on his face and asked in confusion: "Mr. Nanjiro, what's wrong with you?"

This... this internal competition is too crazy!

Echizen Nanjiro shuddered inwardly, it was so scary.

"I, uh, I'm fine." He should stay out of getting involved in matters between girls!

"Mr. Nanjiro." Asakura Yukiko asked him, "Do you have anything else to do next? If not, why don't you come with me!"

"I will..." Forget it! Echizen Nanjiro's first reaction was to refuse.

"Even if you just go to eat something or drink a glass of water, I won't feel at ease if you leave like this. After all, I did such a reckless thing to you. Please, Mr. Nanjiro."

Is there anything to eat? This...

Echizen Nanjiro agreed while pretending to be calm.

"That's great. If Nanjiro-san were here, I might not be so nervous."

Echizen Nanjiro asked curiously, "Do I have such a magical effect?"

Asakura Yukiko just thought that the way he opened his eyes slightly was so cute, and she really wanted to rub him.

"Yes, Mr. Nanjiro."

Echizen Nanjiro smiled, thinking that the little girl was just joking.

The two of them walked forward, talking and laughing, and did not notice the figure behind a big tree at all.

"Gakuto, you mean that a strange person appeared in the academy?" Oshitari Yuushi frowned, "and is he very close to Asakura-san?"

Yukiko Asakura is not only a representative figure and important organizer of the Atobe Fan Club, but more importantly, her achievements so far and her strong personal abilities are all admirable.

Her fame has even spread to the high school department.

So even if the students at school don’t have much interaction with her, they will definitely be familiar with the name Asakura Yukiko.

"Because I was far away, I couldn't see his appearance clearly, but he was wearing a blue casual kimono and had long hair tied in a high ponytail, so he was easy to recognize."

"Could it be Asakura-san's friend?" the simple-minded Houchotaro asked.

Xiangri Yueren immediately dismissed his question: "That man must be at least thirty years old. It's a bit far-fetched to call him a friend."

Akutagawa Jiro woke up and saw that everyone seemed to be thinking about something. He asked lazily with his eyes half open and half closed, "Did something happen?"

Atobe Keigo put down the German book in his hand and stroked the teardrop mole under his right eye: "Xianghi, are there any other details?"

Mukaito thought for a moment and said, "They were talking the whole time. Asakura-san was smiling happily and they seemed to be on good terms. The two of them headed towards the direction of Building No. 3."

"Atobe, Asakura should be participating in the election for the leader of your support group." Oshitari Yuushi thought of this, "But the strange man traveling with her... is a bit strange."

Then, as if he had thought of something funny, he joked to Atobe Keigo, "Could it be that Jing-chan is so charming that the man is also your fan?"

Keigo Atobe naturally chose to ignore him.

Shishido Ryo said, "I'll go take a look."

Although it might not be a big deal, he would always feel uneasy if he didn't confirm it.

Hochotaro responded, "Shishido-senpai, I'll go with you."

Although Hijiruo didn't say anything, he had already made up his mind.

Seeing that everyone had the same idea, Atobe Keigo snapped his fingers leisurely and decisively.

With a smile on his lips, his gorgeous movements and confident attitude were the same as always: "Then let's go! Birchland."

Standing next to him, Takahiro Kabaji had the same calm expression as always: "Yes."

The regular players who came to Hyotei Academy to practice tennis at the invitation of Tomoe for Sunday lunch headed towards Teaching Building No. 3 together.

Surrounded by all kinds of delicious food and drinks, Echizen Nanjiro could hardly believe his eyes.

Is this paradise?

Didn’t we say we were going to elect a team leader?

Didn’t you say you were going to have a meeting?

What's the point of this not-at-all-serious atmosphere?

Yukiko Asakura has gone to find her companions.

She needs to make final preparations for this campaign.

One of her good friends, a girl named Higashiyama Tamako, tied a golden ribbon around his wrist. Echizen Nanjiro seriously suspected that the ribbon was woven with gold thread.

"what is this?"

Toyama Tamako explained to him: "Because Atobe's favorite colors are gold and black, members of the Atobe fan club will tie gold or black ribbons on their wrists."

"Of course, we only do this when we attend events," she said with a playful wink.

It's really quite particular, but I'm not a member of the Atobe Fan Club.

Never mind, just do as the Romans do. He silently picked up the cake on the table and started eating.

Delicious! Delicious! I love it! Then I drank another sip of black tea with satisfaction.

I thought happily in my heart that it would be best to be a transparent person. I just need to enjoy myself and not worry about too many troubles.