Prince of Tennis: I am actually Echizen Nanjiro

"Wuwu... Wuwuwu..." Nanjiro covered himself with the quilt and cried aggrievedly.

It hurts so much…it hurts so much…

After the pain comes anger.

Why should I endure Yayue’s anger?

Even if I can't beat him, I can go find Xiuyuan.

Xiuyuan will definitely help me.

Thinking of this, Nanjiro threw off the quilt without saying a word and got up.

"What are you doing?" Songfeng Yayue held his arm.

Nanjiro turned around and said viciously: "I will go to Xiuyuan and tell her that you bullied me. When Renzi arrives tomorrow, I will also tell her that you are not afraid of me, you bastard Yayue."

How could Matsukaze Masatsuki let him go out of this door? Seeing that Nanjiro didn't care, he directly pulled him into his arms and trapped him. "I was wrong. I'm sorry for you. Is that not enough?"

"No, no, let me go, let me go!"

He pulled Yayue's hand hard, not wanting to get close to him or talk to him.

He won't accept an apology after bullying someone!

"Huh...huh..."

what happened?

I feel dizzy... I feel uncomfortable... I can't breathe...

So he could only cover his chest and breathe silently.

"Nanjiro..."

The sudden silence and stillness of the person in her arms made Songfeng Yayue feel uneasy, so she called his name in a low voice.

Nanjiro shook his head gently. It was not that he didn't want to talk, but that he couldn't.

Under such suppressed sadness.

He was very sad and felt that he had no hope at all.

Renzi was not here, Longma was not here, Qingyue was not here either, he was the only one there.

He was alone.

Songfeng Yayue helped him sit down on the edge of the bed. He lowered his head and said nothing.

When asked if he felt uncomfortable, he didn't respond.

When she saw the "pat, pat" sound of the water droplets falling, Songfeng Yayue's heart couldn't help but feel desolate.

She sat down next to Nanjiro and held him in her arms, patting his back gently, silently soothing him.

No matter how beautiful the words are, they are just a burden at this moment.

Songfeng Yayue didn't know what was hidden in his heart. Perhaps as long as he didn't say it, no one would ever know.

She held him like this for an unknown amount of time, and Songfeng Yayue thought he had fallen asleep.

Actually, no. When I looked down, I saw that his two eyes were awake and blinking.

This man can really cry.

He didn't have the energy to do anything, but crying was the only strenuous task, and he was really good at it.

No one else can compare to him.

It would be fine if it was normal, but now that I’m sick and haven’t recovered yet, I’ve cried several times.

How could it not hurt your body?

Looking closely, the spot on his face that I pinched was still red, and even seemed to be a little swollen.

Songfeng Yayue wanted to swear to the heavens that she had only used one-third of her strength.

Well...five points at most.

It's all Lunzi's fault for pampering him. He made a grown man even more pampered than a delicate girl.

It turns red when touched.

Seeing that he looked listless, Songfeng Yayue thought it was time for him to sleep.

"Lie down and rest."

She spoke in a low voice, for fear of scaring him, and raised her tearful eyes again.

Fortunately, Nanjiro nodded in agreement and carefully moved out of his arms.

Maybe she was tired of crying and couldn't make any more noise. She just sat there with an empty head, not knowing what to do next.

Matsukaze Masatsuki sighed inwardly, and couldn't help but want to ask Renzi in person:

How did you raise him to this size?

"Lie down." As she spoke, Songfeng Yayue gently pushed him down on the bed and lifted the quilt to wrap him up.

that's it.