Prince of Tennis: I am actually Echizen Nanjiro

"I didn't." Nanjiro replied sullenly.

"I think so."

"No."

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He thought Yayue was a bad person and didn't want to talk to him.

"Just now you said that your palms were sweaty and you got my cufflinks dirty, right?"

"Ah, that..."

"You pay for it. One hundred of you. Oh, that's not right. Half a cufflink is one hundred of you. One cufflink is two hundred of you. That's still not right. One cufflink is gone, and the other one is useless, so it's four hundred of you. That's the correct way to calculate it."

"why is it like this!"

"Didn't you set the price yourself? What did I say wrong..."

You know what, Songfeng Yayue's serious look is quite intimidating.

At least it's no problem to fool Nanjiro.

"Well, then can't you wipe it clean..." He lowered his head guiltily.

The box not far away was not closed. He quietly looked at the cufflinks inside, which were still shining.

"Do you think it's okay, Nanjiro?" Matsukaze Masatsuki suddenly stared at him sharply, seemingly calm but in fact extremely eager to find the weakness hidden under this face, "Some things, once stained, can never be cleaned. No matter what you do, no matter how hard you try to erase the trace, it will be useless in the end."

Nanjiro was stunned. Would the consequences of the diamond being in my hands for a moment be so serious?

I have little education, so please don't lie to me.

"You really want me to compensate you?" He didn't know what to say for a moment.

He knew that Yayue was a good person and that she had no ill will towards him. But...

Nanjiro looked him straight in the eyes: "But you know, that was just nonsense."

“There are not hundreds of me, dozens of me, or even a few me in this world. I can’t even find a second me.”

"The one in front of you is the only one."

"But what do you want me to do? I'm not important to you, and you don't like me. You might as well leave me to Renko, to Ryoma, or even to Xiuyuan."

"Heh." Matsukaze Masatsuki sneered, "Believe me, Nanjiro, there is no one in the world who is more eloquent than you."

Without hesitation, my eyes fell on his flushed cheeks, which actually felt even more comfortable and soft than I had imagined. No, such a delicate feeling was not enough to be imagined.

No wonder everyone wants to touch it.

There is no doubt that he is a man. But can a man's face be so soft?

Such a sensitive and delicate body, eyes and heart, God gave them to a man, what should I do?

Does he want everyone to love him?

That's really...

"Do you think Xiuyuan likes you?"

"I don't know." He leaned his head on Yayue's shoulder, "It seems that she likes me very much."

"I thought you were someone who didn't understand 'look'."

Nanjiro raised his head and said, "Don't mock me. If you ask me, it's better to look like you like it than to look like you don't like it. It's better to smile than to be cold."

This is human nature. Who would hope that the scene before their eyes is positive?

"Then I..."

"Okay, Yayue, I asked you to support him, why are you leaning against him? Are you not asleep yet?" Yudu Xiuyuan came over hurriedly carrying a pot of porridge.

"I'm not asleep. Yayue and I are chatting. He also asked me to compensate him for his cufflinks."

Nanjiro seized the opportunity and took the initiative to "complain".

"Don't listen to him. If he asks you to compensate me again, tell him to come to me and see what he has to say. Yayue, put a towel underneath."