Prince of Tennis: I am actually Echizen Nanjiro

He sat on a chair.

He was not very heavy. This was what Matsukaze Masatsuki had expected.

However, a vague and mysterious sense of fulfillment is difficult to describe.

Songfeng Yayue did not delve into it further and chose to suppress it temporarily. She naturally picked up the thermos beside her, poured a cup of water, tested the temperature, and then handed it to him.

"Warm."

Nanjiro took it with a light "hmm", omitting the proper thank you without any burden.

Maybe he was too lazy, or maybe he subconsciously thought that this was what the other person should do?

After taking a few sips, Nanjiro handed the cup back to him.

Songfeng Yayue was stunned for a few seconds before taking it, speechless.

Can't you just let it go? What do you mean by that?

Let me keep drinking?

Forget it, why bother with him.

Seeing that his brows were slightly furrowed, Songfeng Yayue's attitude became more serious and she reached out to test the temperature of his forehead.

A bit hotter.

"You have a fever?"

"Maybe……"

"Have you taken any medicine?"

"possible……"

"Have you seen a doctor?"

"perhaps……"

The more one talks, the more guilty he feels; the more the other asks, the more helpless he feels.

"Okay, you don't need to say anything more, I already understand everything."

"What do you understand?" Nanjiro asked curiously.

"I understand you don't understand anything."

……

There was an awkward silence.

Well, he shouldn't be curious.

The world has been talked to death, and it's the kind of dead that can't be deader.

"Ah, um..." Nanjiro tried hard to find a topic.

"Why are you here? And where is this place?"

You don't even know where you are!

Songfeng Masayuki's eyes were full of disbelief.

Your lower limit is even lower than what I set for you!

Faced with such a direct gaze, Nanjiro's sense of shame awakened and he felt his face burning.

I couldn't help but blame Songfeng Yayue in my heart.

What's so surprising about this? Really, I was not conscious at the time.

I have my reasons.

What does this attitude do to me.

As if I were hopelessly stupid.

If you say another word, I will bite you.

oooo~

Are you scared?

Perhaps because he was sick, Matsukaze Masatsuki did not continue to mock him.

"Hideoyuan family, have you forgotten?"

Thank you, the first sentence is enough, the second sentence is really unnecessary. Nanjiro complained silently.

"I came here because I left something here."

"Oh." Nanjiro looked at the layout of the room.

Sure enough, this was the room where Yayue lived at that time.

At that time, he was extremely cruel to himself.

Thinking of this, Nanjiro couldn't help but glare at him fiercely.

But Songfeng Yayue just felt confused.

"Then how did I get here?" Nanjiro had a new question.

"How should I know!" Songfeng Yayue held her forehead weakly, "Go ask Xiuyuan."

"Where is Xiuyuan?"

"you……"

Nanjiro blinked innocently, seemingly not understanding why he was getting so anxious out of the blue.

"Hey, where do you get so many questions?"

"I do not know."

……

There was nothing to say, so he thought he might as well leave and have some peace and quiet.

However, just as he was about to move, Nanjiro "keenly" sensed his intention.

"Are you leaving, Yayue?"

"I……"

Because he was sick and had no strength, his voice was too soft, with a somewhat unconsciously clingy tone.

After finishing her words, she pursed her lips slightly, and looked at the person's face and eyes with a slightly watery look. She was very quiet and well-behaved.