Prince of Tennis: I am actually Echizen Nanjiro

"Hey, why are you all looking at me like that?"

Echizen Nanjiro shrank back on the sofa. He probably didn't say anything wrong.

Echizen Ryoma was the first to question: "Are you really an idiot dad?"

Nanako Echizen was surprised and said, "Uncle, your reasoning is great."

"Nanjiro is so smart? So amazing!" Renko smiled and applauded.

Huh, of course he is very smart.

Echizen Nanjiro raised his head proudly, looking insolent.

Keep praising me, I won't tolerate too much.

"But, Dad..." Echizen Ryoma always liked to pour cold water on him, "What you said is just your speculation, there is no evidence."

Hmm... this...

"You just want to know if I'm right?"

The cat prince turned his head away, indicating that he didn't want to speak.

Echizen Nanjiro was not annoyed, and looked at him with a faint smile: "Excuse me, Echizen Ryoma-san, and Tezuka Kunimitsu-san, do you think I would treat the tennis rackets you are wearing as decorations?"

You little brat, you still give me evidence.

He ignored Ryoma and continued to ask Tezuka: "Tezuka, am I right?"

Looking at his shining eyes, Tezuka Kunimitsu's heart was stirred again: "Everything is just as Mr. Nanjiro said."

"Yes!" Echizen Nanjiro laughed happily. It turns out that solving mysteries feels so good!

I can read some mystery novels when I have time in the future, hmm.

He took the fruit plate and snack plate handed to him by Renzi with both hands and placed them in front of the young people.

"You and Oishi both look so serious, it doesn't look like you are just out for fun. I should have realized that things are not that simple." He nudged Echizen Ryoma with his elbow, "I have your favorite date cake, but you don't want to eat it?"

"Oops!" Takeuchi Junko brought over a newly opened tea can, "Nanjiro, the smell of this box of tea is a little off."

Echizen Nanjiro took it and smelled it, then frowned: "It must have gone bad. It's not drinkable anymore."

"It must have been stored too long. The amount I usually drink has just been used up. It looks like I need to buy some more."

"There are still plenty at the temple. I'll go get them."

"But……"

"Renko, stop talking." Echizen Nanjiro said with a look of deep sorrow, "My injury was looked down upon by the doctor. It's not worth a penny to pay for it. Alas..."

"It's just a bruise from falling. It doesn't hurt anymore."

Echizen Nanjiro stood up and moved slightly.

It is indeed much better than before, it is just a simple skin injury.

I took a few more cautious steps forward and found that there was nothing wrong at all.

Hmm... Could it be that my injury is really worthless as the doctor said?

"Uncle, I'll go."

"No need. I put it where I want you to find it. No one of you is more suitable than me."

Echizen Nanjiro waved his hand casually and said, "Everyone, don't treat me as a fragile porcelain doll."

Tezuka Kunimitsu stood up and said, "I'll go with Mr. Nanjiro."

Oh, no...

Before he could refuse, Kunimitsu Tezuka had already arrived in front of him.

"Let's go, Mr. Nanjiro."

Um, can he refuse? Never mind.

Echizen Nanjiro reluctantly went out with Tezuka Kunimitsu.

Nanako Echizen guessed, "There's something wrong with my uncle."

"That's right." Takeuchi Junko agreed.

"There must be something." Echizen Ryoma said thoughtfully.

Tezuka Kunimitsu still carried him to the temple.

Following the guidance of Nanjiro Echizen, they came to the door of a house.

Tezuka Kunimitsu opened the door and helped him in. He saw at a glance a table in the middle of the room with a lot of papers scattered on it and a few brushes next to it.

There is a cool mat behind the table, so the owner can lie down directly when he is tired, or sigh and complain, or fall into a deep sleep when he is very tired.

On one side of the room are two rows of bookshelves. Most of the books on them are old. There are also some new ones, but they are very few. There are also quite a few books scattered under the bookshelves, as if someone took them and forgot to put them back.

There is a slightly bitter plant scent in the air, which is not unpleasant, but on the contrary very soothing to the body and mind.

The room was a little messy, but overall it was clean. It could be seen that although the owner's behavior was a bit casual, he still tidied it up.

"This was originally a storage room, but I later cleaned it up and used it as a secret base. Tezuka, you are the first person to come here besides me."

"I found it in the drawer in the second row."

Echizen Nanjiro opened the box and took out a box of tea, which was still unopened. It was a good opportunity to take it home and try it.

"Tezuka, it's alright."

I wanted to take my things and leave, but when I turned around and looked at the young man in front of me in the backlight, I was stunned.

No matter how many times he sees it, no matter how many times he says it's good, it's never enough.

Tezuka Kunimitsu.

It is impossible for such a perfect boy to exist in real life.

As expected, peak beauty can only appear in anime.

"Mr. Nanjiro, you are obsessed with looks, right?"

He suddenly remembered what Ozuki Yuushi said.

Am I really obsessed with looks?

Everyone loves beauty, but is my level of love for beauty normal?

Moreover, why was Tezuka's appearance the most attractive to him?

Thinking of this, Echizen Nanjiro leaned towards Tezuka and began to examine Tezuka's face.

If the full score is 100...

Forehead, full marks; eyebrows, full marks; eyes, 200 marks; nose, 100 marks; mouth, um, my heartbeat quickened, what’s going on…

It was a little hot and he was about to faint.

He seemed to understand why Tezuka was such a big iceberg and why he kept receiving love letters and confessions.

What to do? He also had the urge to write a love letter.

Calm down, calm down.

Seeing that he had been staring at him, and his face suddenly turned red, Tezuka Kunimitsu couldn't help but feel a little strange: "Mr. Nanjiro, are you okay? Are you feeling unwell?"

Echizen Nanjiro quickly shook his head, but in Tezuka Kunimitsu's eyes this seemed more like a cover-up.

To be honest, he really wanted to use this to cover up his guilty conscience.

Tezuka Kunimitsu touched his forehead and found it a little hot. He then looked at his face and saw that it was flushed and his eyes were watery. These symptoms seemed like those of a fever.

Echizen Nanjiro objected in a low voice: "I'm not feeling unwell... yes... yes..."

"What?" Tezuka Kunimitsu couldn't hear what he said and took a step closer to him.

He took a step back, thinking about not getting too close to Tezuka.

"I just think you're very good-looking, Tezuka."

Echizen Nanjiro clenched the tea leaves in his hands with both hands, feeling very uneasy.

I just said a simple compliment to Tezuka, why should I feel embarrassed?

Oh no, if Tezuka knew that I was coveting his beauty, wouldn’t he think of me as a weird uncle and hate me from then on?

Please do not!

I also hope to be a tea-drinking friend with Tezuka in the future.

Tezuka Kunimitsu didn't say anything, but continued to help him smooth down his curled hair.

Maybe, probably, perhaps, I am a little superficial...

Echizen Nanjiro felt that Tezuka didn't seem angry, so he continued boldly: "Tezuka, actually every time I see you, I want to praise you for your good looks, but I'm afraid that you will be unhappy..."

"I can't help it. You are just so beautiful. Even if I don't say it today, I will definitely say it in the future. Tezuka, I think you..." are the most beautiful person I have ever seen.

He hadn't finished speaking yet, but Kunimitsu Tezuka didn't want him to continue.

It is no exaggeration to say that these confession-like words stirred up huge waves in my heart.

Am I overthinking it or is this gentleman lacking a bit of common sense?

Tezuka Kunimitsu calmed himself down and supported Echizen Nanjiro who wanted to continue talking: "Mr. Nanjiro, let's go back."

"okay."

Echizen Nanjiro nodded, but unfortunately he still had a lot to say.

But it doesn't matter, I can tell Tezuka next time I see him.

"Tezuka, you don't have to carry me anymore. I'm really fine now."

He really felt much better, but no one believed it and everyone thought he was seriously injured.

Although what happened to him today was somewhat similar to a car accident, it was only a little bit similar.

No matter how thrilling the process was, his injuries were ultimately caused by an accidental fall.

Tezuka Kunimitsu felt that he didn't take good care of himself: "Mr. Nanjiro, the doctor told you to rest quietly for the next few days, but you are still walking around. This is already a very dangerous behavior."

Echizen Nanjiro was not convinced and asked back, "So according to what you said, Tezuka, the patient has to listen to what the doctor says to the patient, right?"

"of course."

Kunimitsu Tezuka really didn't expect that Mr. Nanjiro, at such an old age, would still have a childish tantrum. His angry look really looked like a little animal with its fur standing on end.

His tone gradually softened: "You should take care of your health."

But Echizen Nanjiro didn't want to pay attention to his kindness: "You have no right to say that, Tezuka Kunimitsu."

He looked up at Tezuka, as if he had found a place to vent his anger: "Are you taking care of your body? Didn't the doctor tell you not to play short balls? Did you do that?"

"You want to compete with Longma and you want to hide it from me. You...you...you are not good at all..."

"Don't say your situation is special, even if you are good-looking."

Yes, that’s right. No matter how good-looking a person is, they cannot have special privileges. Absolutely not.

Kunimitsu Tezuka had no idea how Mr. Nanjiro knew about him, but he was clearly caught with something wrong and couldn't explain it in a short time.

He simply picked up the person in front of him who was still feeling smug and thinking he was right, just like what he did in the dessert shop last time.

Echizen Nanjiro felt as if the world was spinning all of a sudden, and then he...

Hey! Why?

"Tezuka..."

Tezuka Kunimitsu didn't look at him and silently quickened his pace.

Humph, Tezuka must be at a loss for words and must be in the wrong, so he's pretending to ignore him.

"Tezuka, I'm telling you, I know everything." He moved slightly, adjusting himself to be more comfortable in Tezuka's arms, "You must have been eyeing Ryoma recently."

"You want him to become the pillar of Qingxue, right?"

But, Tezuka, but...

"Anyway, a person who doesn't listen to the doctor's advice persuades others to listen to the doctor. Do you think this is convincing, Tezuka?" Echizen Nanjiro grumbled dissatisfiedly, "Tezuka, can you be more obedient and not play long games with others recently, and don't play short balls, okay?"

Tezuka Kunimitsu still didn't speak.

Does he want to remain silent forever?

Echizen Nanjiro was angry: "Tezuka, did you hear what I said? Tezuka, talk to me! Tezuka, if you don't answer me, you are bullying me, Tezuka..."

Tezuka Kunimitsu hugged him a little tighter.

I don’t know if it was an illusion, but Echizen Nanjiro could even feel Tezuka’s heartbeat.

Bang, bang, bang. Jumping and jumping.

He began to feel a little at a loss, and his original momentum of resistance weakened.

"Mr. Nanjiro, be good." Tezuka Kunimitsu lowered his head and spoke to him softly.

On the rest of the journey, Echizen Nanjiro stayed really quiet, not moving at all and not saying a word.

Very well-behaved.