Prince of Tennis: I am actually Echizen Nanjiro

Only after running out of the gate of Hyotei did Echizen Nanjiro dare to slow down his pace.

Escaped.

I didn't even have time to buy vegetables and hurried back home.

It doesn't matter what Ryoma eats, it's better than nothing.

Poor Ryoma.

Echizen Nanjiro felt that he was incompetent. He was so focused on eating and drinking that he completely forgot about Ryoma.

My baby son is still hungry at home.

Woohoo, I'm sorry.

He rushed home, took out his key and opened the door, without even taking the time to put his shoes in order, he shouted, "Ryoma! Ryoma!"

Should I make fried rice? Scrambled eggs? Or glutinous rice balls?

Takeuchi Junko walked out of the room: "Nanjiro, you..."

“Renko!” His anxious mood turned into ecstasy the moment he saw Renko. As if he was afraid that she would grow wings and fly away, Echizen Nanjiro took two steps at a time and hugged her, “You’re back!”

Because of his sudden action, Takeuchi Junko took several steps back before she managed to steady herself. She smiled and patted his back: "I'm back, Nanjiro."

"Lunzi, I missed you so much during the days you were away."

"I know you missed me, so I came back as soon as this was over."

"Lunzi is the best. I like Lunzi the most."

"Okay, okay, that's enough. If you say anything nice to me again, I'll float to the sky." Renzi remembered his haste when he came in. "What did you call Longma for just now? Are you in a hurry?"

Echizen Nanjiro said guiltily: "I forgot to make lunch for Ryoma."

Lunzi must also think that he is not a good father. He only cares about going out to play.

Depressed, uneasy, sad.

Renzi smiled and patted his head: "Don't worry. Longma called a long time ago and said that he would have lunch at Chen Goro's house at noon and continue to practice tennis with Xiang Mu in the afternoon."

"Phew, as long as he's not hungry."

"Nanjiro, have you eaten yet? Do you want me to cook for you?"

"No, Lunzi, I'm not hungry." He still felt a little full.

Renzi pulled him to sit down and said, "Nanjiro, why do you feel that you have lost weight in the past few days since I was away?"

"What? I've gained a lot of weight, Junko. I eat a lot every time I eat." Echizen Nanjiro leaned towards Junko, "Where's your friend? Has her problem been resolved?"

"It's over." Lunzi sighed, "Luckily. She and her husband didn't get married for love, even though they have a child who is sensible now. All related matters were handled by a lawyer. I stayed with her for a few days, and when I saw that she was fine, I felt relieved and came back."

"By the way. Nanako called me and said she would be back the day after tomorrow."

"Really?" Echizen Nanjiro winked slyly, "When she comes back, I'll ask her if she's met a boy she likes."

"Nanjiro, you're becoming more and more nosy."

"No way." Just a little curious.

I feel a little dizzy. Did I eat too much today?

Just fall headfirst on the sofa.

"Where have you been, Nanjiro? You look a little tired. Didn't you promise to take good care of yourself?" Renzi pinched his face gently, "You don't have much flesh left."

Echizen Nanjiro closed his eyes and laughed: "I'm not a baby. I don't have baby fat."

Lunzi was worried about his condition: "Do you want to go to the hospital again?"

He shook his head, yawned, and turned around: "No, no. Don't go to the hospital, Lunzi..."

Snooze...fell asleep.

Junko Takeuchi took a blanket and covered him.

"What do you think, Nanjiro?" Takeuchi Junko pinched his face again, "Let's ignore the other things for now. It seems that I still need to let you grow some more meat."

Just as the last rays of sunset and the last colors of the sky disappeared, Echizen Ryoma returned.

At this time, Nanjiro Echizen had not woken up yet, and Rinko Takeuchi was sitting opposite him, looking at him silently.

"Mom." Ryoma Echizen closed the door and his eyes first fell on Nanjiro Echizen.

Why did you fall asleep on the sofa again?

"I've been sleeping all afternoon." Renzi sighed, "Wake up dad, Ryoma. We'll have dinner later."

Echizen Nanjiro was sleeping soundly, breathing evenly. The golden headband on his head had loosened and was loosely wrapped around his long hair. One end of the headband was held in his palm.

Is this gold belt Dad's? Is it new?

Tsk, his taste is so bad. Such a ostentatious style doesn't suit him at all.

Yes, it’s too exaggerated and not pretty at all.

"Dad, Dad, wake up..." Echizen Ryoma shouted and patted his shoulder.

There's no way. If I just talk and don't take action, he will definitely not wake up.

As usual, it took three minutes of shouting and shaking him before he responded. He sat up slowly, rubbed his eyes, and then opened his eyes just a little. After seeing Echizen Ryoma, he rushed forward and hugged him, rubbed him and yawned, then closed his eyes completely again.

"Dad, don't sleep anymore. Mom said you've been sleeping all afternoon." I'm definitely going to have sleepless nights tonight.

Echizen Ryoma pushed him, but he didn't move away. Instead, he hugged him tighter.

"Okay, let me hold you for a while longer, five minutes, three minutes, or even one minute is fine..."

Did you start acting like a kid after you recovered? You can only coax your mom.

"Dad, your IQ isn't in arrears, is it?"

Echizen Ryoma couldn't help but complain, but he didn't push him anymore.

"Hurry up and prepare for dinner, stupid dad."

"Ah."

"Dad, I'm all sweaty, how long are you going to hold me?"

I was planning to take a shower when I got home, but...

"I don't dislike you, Ryoma." I feel safe hugging the Ryoma brand pillow.

It's me who dislikes you.

If possible, Echizen Ryoma really wanted to open this man's head and take a good look at the structure of his brain to make him such a weirdo.

Am I really this man's son?

I never doubted this question before, but I have been thinking about it often recently.

Only after Echizen Nanjiro woke up reluctantly did Echizen Ryoma complete his "mission" and go to the bathroom.

After dinner, Echizen Nanjiro walked into Echizen Ryoma's room with a pillow as usual and lay down on the bed.

It turns out that he really treats his room as his own.

Huh? Why did Dad come to his room again?

Mom doesn't have a cold anymore.

He didn't notice Ryoma Echizen's puzzled look, because Nanjiro Echizen simply lifted the quilt, wrapped himself completely, and fell asleep peacefully.

Echizen Ryoma looked at his watch. It was not even eight o'clock yet. How much did he love sleeping? He didn't get enough sleep in the afternoon and went to bed so early at night.

Forget it, leave him alone.

Reaching out to lower the brightness of the desk lamp a little, Echizen Ryoma began to complete today's homework.

A tennis court somewhere at the same time.

"Bang...bang...bang..."

In the silent dark night, the sound of a powerful collision can be clearly heard.

The boy was holding a racket in his hand, and countless tennis balls were scattered on the ground around him.

After a long time, the sound of the ball stopped, and was replaced by his panting after exercise.

Not enough, still not enough.

A young man's heart is tough and his character is resolute, but he may occasionally feel unwilling and confused.

If his left hand...

Tezuka Kunimitsu raised his head and let out a breath.

He opened his eyes, revealing a cold and sharp look.

He wanted it, wanted that one victory.

The regrets of the past can only be made up this year, otherwise there will be no more chances.

There is hope this year, and Echizen Ryoma is the biggest hope.

Kunimitsu Tezuka had a hunch that his innate talent and potential were the key to victory.

He wanted Echizen to see his tennis skills, wanted to inspire more of Echizen's talent, wanted Echizen to start playing tennis again instead of continuing to be a copy of Mr. Nanjiro, no matter what the cost.

Thinking of Echizen, I naturally thought of Mr. Nanjiro.

Every encounter with him so far has been so unexpected.

Tezuka Kunimitsu has not yet figured out why he has an indescribable special feeling in his heart when facing Mr. Nanjiro, which is different from when he faces other people?

His intuition told him that it would be important to figure this out.

But now he puts all his attention on the upcoming Metropolitan Competition.

Kunimitsu Tezuka plans to think about this issue carefully when he has some free time.

When Tezuka Kunimitsu told Ryuzaki Sumire about his proposal to have a match with Echizen Ryoma, her attitude was obviously disapproving. However, she also knew that since Tezuka Kunimitsu made this request to her, he must have thought it over carefully.

After listening to his reasons, Ryuzaki Sumire finally agreed.

This is out of both trust in Tezuka Kunimitsu personally and trust in the current president of the Seigaku Tennis Club.

"Echizen."

After the practice, Kunimitsu Tezuka stopped Ryoma Echizen who wanted to leave the training ground.

Echizen Ryoma turned around and asked, "What's the matter?"

Tezuka Kunimitsu didn't say much, turned around and said, "Come with me."

The two came to a secluded place.

Tezuka Kunimitsu asked him, "Do you know the district camp stadium in Harunodai?"

"The one under the viaduct, you know."

Echizen Ryoma had no idea what Tezuka Kunimitsu was trying to do, but when he saw what Tezuka Kunimitsu took out of his pocket, he seemed to understand.

Kunimitsu Tezuka threw the tennis ball at him.

Echizen Ryoma took it, his eyes full of summer sunshine, sparkling: "What do you want to do?"

"I'll be waiting for you there at 3pm three days from now. You can come alone and I'll have the ball ready."

His guess was confirmed; Minister Tezuka wanted to compete with him.

For a moment, Echizen Ryoma could not say that he was excited, nor was he worried.

He stared at the tennis ball in his hand and unconsciously increased his strength.

Gradually tighten.