Prince of Tennis: I am actually Echizen Nanjiro

"Atobe, that Mr. Minamijiro is so interesting. He actually thought of comparing you to a daffodil." Oshitari Yuushi watched the show leisurely.

She's also cute when she's angry and arguing with people.

What a pity, I'm already married and have children.

Eh? Why does he feel pity? He must be sick!

Yuushi Oshitari was shocked and confused for a moment.

Impossible, impossible, he likes girls with good figures and long legs, how could he be interested in an old man? Absolutely impossible!

He deliberately asked Atobe to divert his attention: "Atobe, what should I do? Mr. Nanjiro directly said that he likes your face."

"It's understandable. After all, I have the most beautiful face in the world. Who wouldn't be intoxicated by me?" Atobe Keigo began to be narcissistic as usual. "I can't help it. Since he is so obsessed with me, I will reluctantly invite him to have lunch after the event is over!"

"Let's count the votes," announced Sari Aoki.

The special execution team began to work in an orderly manner, and everyone's heart was in their throat, including Echizen Nanjiro.

This process is a bit long and a bit short.

Finally, the result came out, and it was in Sari Aoki's hands.

There was no trace of emotion on her face.

Only then did Echizen Nanjiro understand why she was the most suitable choice for the host.

Be calm, rational, objective, and have a heart that will not be easily shaken.

“The results of this vote are out.”

Dongshan Yuzi closed her eyes and prayed silently.

Compared to the person involved who appeared calm on the surface, the nervousness of others was obvious.

"Minako Hirakawa received 104 votes, Yukiko Asakura received 104 votes, and there were 12 abstentions, for a total of 220 votes, which is confirmed."

Aoki Sasari's eyes swept through the crowd, finally stopping at Hirakawa Minako and Asakura Yukiko: "If you have any objections, you can raise them now."

No one spoke up, indicating that they had no opinion on the result.

"So this round means a draw?" Echizen Nanjiro asked Toyama Tamako beside him in a low voice.

At this moment, she seemed to have crawled out of a sea of ​​fire and was extremely grateful for her escape from death: "Fortunately, fortunately, I didn't lose."

After Sari Aoki left, the whole venue began to become lively again.

"Wow, Xuezi, I'm scared to death, woooo..."

Tamako Toyama hugged Yukiko Asakura and started crying again.

"Okay, Tamako, it's okay." Asakura Yukiko smiled, "And, Mr. Nanjiro, thank you for your willingness to help me."

"No, Asakura, I should apologize to you. I'm the one who caused you trouble."

He did not play any positive role in canvassing votes at all.

The people on the stage were busy answering questions and telling stories, without saying a word about Asakura.

"What are you talking about, Mr. Nanjiro, if I hadn't met you today..." Asakura Yukiko's eyes were full of gentle smiles, "You are very important."

Is that so? Echizen Nanjiro was also a little dazed.

Really, it's easy to become sentimental when you're around these teenagers.

That's why he didn't want to get so close to them!

"By the way, Yukiko, Mr. Minamijiro said that he would give himself to you as a gift after your speech!" Toyama Tamako was obviously trying to tease him.

Sure enough, after hearing this, Echizen Nanjiro couldn't sit still: "I didn't, Toushan, don't talk nonsense."

Then he turned his head and said, "Asakura, don't believe her."

"Oh, is that so?" Asakura Yukiko pretended to be in deep thought, "Okay, I accept it, Mr. Nanjiro, after the event is over, you will go home with me."

"What? Asakura, you're like that too."

Echizen Nanjiro knew that the two of them were joking with him, so he simply ignored them.

The atmosphere in Minako Hirakawa's preparation room was inexplicably serious.

A girl recalled: "When I came here in the morning, I saw Sugino in the school, but she didn't come here. At that time, I thought she was busy with other things and didn't pay much attention to it."

Another girl speculated, "So she didn't come on purpose? To embarrass Asakura?"

"I don't know. I just feel like something is odd." The girl suggested, "Pingchuan, don't worry about it now. If you think about it carefully, it has nothing to do with us."

"Yes, even if there is any investigation, it is Asakura and his men's business."

Minako Hirakawa listened quietly without expressing any opinion.

The fleeting sharpness was well hidden by her lowered eyes and disappeared without being noticed.

The first round of speeches ended and the second round began half an hour later.

Countless gray balls were stirred up and down repeatedly in the transparent container until Sari Aoki pressed the stop button and the inside became quiet.

A small ball rolled out from the exit.

Aoki Sari picked it up in public, opened it, and took out the note inside.

"The content of this round of competition is..." Aoki Sasari said slowly, "Oil painting."

Oh my god! Echizen Nanjiro couldn't help but shout wow, isn't this Asakura's strong point!

This year her luck is here!

He looked at Asakura Yukiko and saw that she looked incredulous. He then looked at Toyama Tamako and saw that she had the same reaction as Asakura Yukiko.

"Mr. Nanjiro?"

"Ok?"

"You pinch me?"

"Oh."

"It hurts! Are you serious? Mr. Nanjiro."

"You asked me to pinch you."

"Do you have any objections to this?" Aoki Sari asked as usual, "If not..."

At this time, Minako Hirakawa stood up from her seat, and everyone's eyes fell on her.

Almost everyone present knew that oil painting was Asakura Yukiko's strength, so Minako Hirakawa's actions at this time were particularly eye-catching.

"I forfeit this match."

No one expected that Hirakawa Minako would give up at the beginning. Aoki Sari confirmed with her again: "Hirakawa, are you sure?"

"Yes. I have never learned oil painting, so there is no need to continue this game."

She has had a mild case of mysophobia since she was a child, and is extremely wary of things that could easily contaminate her, so she naturally stays away from oil paintings.

Dongshan Yuzi was so excited that she won the second game effortlessly.

She kept pinching the soft flesh on Echizen Nanjiro's cheeks: "Mr. Nanjiro, you are really Yukiko's lucky star."

Don't pinch Echizen Nanjiro: Aba Aba

Can you put aside the question of whether you are lucky or not and let me go first?

That’s all I can say, but don’t do it.

As expected, Echizen Nanjiro was depressed again.

"Mr. Nanjiro, there really is no food for you here."

"But I'm hungry."

"Not at all, really."

"Dongshan."

"No matter how cute and pitiful you act, it's useless. You don't have it. You ate a lot in the beginning!"

"I can't do anything about it since it's all been digested."

Asakura Yukiko couldn't help but laugh: "Mr. Nanjiro."

"Ah, Asakura, you're here." He regained his serious look in a second.

"Asakura, you've come at the right time. Mr. Nanjiro, if you have any dissatisfaction, please tell Yukiko."

"I didn't." Echizen Nanjiro looked away guiltily and denied weakly.

Dongshan Yuzi did not let him go, and pressed on: "Who was the person who was pestering me just now?"

"And you actually told Hirakawa that she was pretty. What? Are you attracted to her? Do you think Yukiko is not good enough? Do you want to defect? ​​Do you want to play with Hirakawa?"

When Dongshan Yuzi thought about what happened just now, she was filled with anger and spoke like a child complaining to his parents: "Humph, why don't you confess the truth in front of Xuezi and try to get leniency."

"Asakura, don't listen to Toushan, I..."

Echizen Nanjiro really couldn't bear such harsh accusations from Toyama Tamako, and he was bound to refute it. But before he could finish his words, he was stunned because Asakura Yukiko touched his head.

The girl's eyes were as bright as the ripples on the lake, and her face was as bright as jade: "Mr. Nanjiro, are you hungry? I still have some bread. I'll give it to you, okay?"

So gentle.

Echizen Nanjiro had to lower his head.

What’s wrong with these teenagers? They are obviously children, so why do they treat themselves as children? Are teenagers in the anime world all precocious?

He tried to control the trembling in his voice and whispered, "Thank you, Yukiko."