Prince of Tennis: I am actually Echizen Nanjiro

"The soup is good, you should drink more." Yuto Xiuyuan nodded in agreement.

"You too, drink more." Matsukaze Masatsuki responded politely.

All in all, this meal can be described as "both the host and the guests having a great time (swords and sabers)" and "mutually complementing each other (tit-for-tat)".

"By the way, Xiuyuan, please clean up a room for me. I'll stay here tonight."

"You're not going to work tomorrow?"

"no class."

"Okay." Yuto Hideo said with a smile, "After all, Master Matsukaze is a rare guest."

"Even if I'm too controlling, you should know what's going on." She stood up and let out a long sigh. "I'm going to get some beauty sleep. Please do as you please."

"Don't look for me if you have nothing to do, and don't look for me if you have something to do. Good night."

Songfeng Yayue had almost finished eating. He picked up the napkin, wiped the corners of his mouth, nodded and said, "Good night."

"Giovanni could not only see the vast white Milky Way running from south to north across the sky, but he could also distinguish the weather wheel pillar on the top of the hill. In front of him was a field of gorgeously blooming bluebells and wild chrysanthemums..."

Xingzi's words stopped abruptly, and she and Nanjiro looked at him who pushed the door open but stopped outside.

Songfeng Yayue was stunned: "What are you doing!?"

Nanjiro propped himself up and looked at him puzzledly: "Xingzi is telling me a story."

Isn't this obvious?

Xing Zi didn't look at him well: "Mr. Songfeng, Mr. Nanjiro is a patient, please keep quiet and don't disturb us, okay?"

Songfeng Yayue took a few big steps forward, pulled Xingzi away from the bed, and pushed her out the door without saying a word: "Go clean up the room!"

After dealing with Xing Zi, his "fierce" eyes turned to Nanjiro again.

Nanjiro was scared and curled himself into the quilt without saying a word.

"Tell me, what did you just do?" Songfeng Yayue asked.

Nanjiro poked his head out from under the quilt and took a few breaths. The quilt felt a little stuffy.

"Didn't I tell you that Xingzi was telling me a story? Here~" He handed him the book on the bedside table.

Matsukaze Masatsuki took it. It was a collection of fairy tales - "Night on the Galactic Railroad".

"This is Xingzi's book. Why were you so mean to her just now? Your actions were so rude. You didn't act like a gentleman at all..." Nanjiro's voice became lower and lower, but Songfeng Mayue still heard every word.

"how about you?"

"Me? What did I do?"

"What did you do, haha..." Songfeng Yayue was almost amused by him, "You just rested your head on someone's legs!" Realize the seriousness of the problem quickly.

Nanjiro blinked innocently: So what?

What's wrong? It seems that talking alone won't work, I have to teach him a lesson.

Matsukaze Yayue pinched the soft flesh on his face and twisted it hard.

“Ah, it hurts, it hurts… oooo… oooo…”

After a while, tears welled up in Nanjiro's eyes. He looked at you without any hindrance, which made you feel guilty.

Matsukaze Masatsuki was frightened by his reaction and let go of her hand. She looked at Nanjiro's red face as if doubting reality, then looked at her own hand: "I didn't... I didn't use too much force..."

He swore that he really didn't!

But anyone who saw Nanjiro's miserable appearance would think that he had bullied him. Besides, he had made Nanjiro cry once before...

The past is not over yet, and now it’s happening again!

One hundred and eight strange and extremely cruel ways of dying at the hands of Renzi can already be imagined.