Prince of Tennis: I am actually Echizen Nanjiro

Kunimitsu Tezuka didn't know why he was avoiding Echizen Nanjiro.

In fact, he had noticed Echizen Nanjiro coming this way a long time ago, and saw him walking towards the St. Rudolph's team with a bunch of flowers in his hand.

That person is a very special existence to him.

He had seen him in a kimono, in casual clothes, and in a robe which was extremely rare in the local area. Today, he saw him in sportswear.

A short-sleeved top, shorts that just reach above the knee, a pair of suitable sneakers, a high ponytail, and a light brown headband swaying in the wind.

Anyone who saw the light in his eyes and the smile on his face would not have the following thoughts:

He is behind the times.

Then, he started chatting with the other party's manager, and they seemed to be talking and laughing.

If you don’t know, you would think they are good friends.

Tezuka Kunimitsu thought that Mr. Nanjiro had a kind of magical power.

He can easily bring others closer to him.

He picked a purple flower and gave it to the other person, his eyes full of expectation.

No one can refuse such a look, even if he doesn't give beautiful flowers.

Dagger, poison, endless darkness...

Tezuka Kunimitsu would also accept it without hesitation. If the person in front of him was him.

crazy.

The other person accepted his flowers and he came over here.

He withdrew his gaze from that person and turned his attention to the progress of the game.

Kunimitsu Tezuka also thought about how to respond if the other party approached him.

But it turned out that he was overthinking it, as the other party didn't even look at him.

He didn't know whether to feel lucky or empty.

Later, Sengoku Kiyosumi from Yamabuki Junior High School came over.

He held the man's hand, said something like a confession, and took away a small branch of flowers.

It seems that Mr. Nanjiro's ability to provoke people is a little too strong.

He can approach anyone naturally, and make anyone naturally accept his presence around them.

And by the time you realize this, it's already too late.

This person has quietly taken your heart away and will never think of giving it back to you.

But who can I blame for this? I was the one who let my guard down in the first place.

I didn't hide the important key to open my soul from him, thinking it was safe because no one would steal it.

As a result, he found an opportunity, took the key and opened the door, putting himself in an extremely passive situation.

No matter how much you struggle and resist, it's useless.

There would be no escape as long as he held the key.

Because he had to play, Kunimitsu Tezuka had to temporarily suppress these emotions that were not related to the game.

Echizen Nanjiro has never seen Tezuka play tennis live, and he is very interested in it.

He thought, he must be ten times better looking and more handsome than in the anime, no, a hundred times!

Seeing how focused he was on watching Tezuka play tennis, Fuji Shusuke beside him couldn't help but laugh.

He knew that this person was simple, but every time he observed him, he found that he was much simpler than he had imagined.

Mr. Nanjiro, your attitude is so obvious. Are you afraid that others don't know that you like Tezuka?

Fuji Shusuke did not remind him of his plan, but instead found Momoshiro Takeshi and whispered something to him.

Taocheng Wu immediately agreed: "Senior Fuji, just leave this kind of small matter to me."

Everyone's attention was focused on Kunimitsu Tezuka's match.

There was no suspense about the result of the game, but the process of the game was extremely thrilling.

Oh, of course, the thrilling process was only for Echizen Nanjiro.

Because he was so excited that he couldn't help shouting out loud at countless moments of the game.

Tezuka he, he, he, he is so handsome!

Echizen Nanjiro could even fully understand the existence of "girlfriend fans" and "wife fans" of celebrities in his previous life.

Who wouldn’t want to call such an outstanding person “husband”?

The speed of the ball, the ball control, the coldness between the eyebrows, the well-defined leg and arm muscles, the beautiful side profile, and of course, it also looks good from the front.

No, no, it’s 360 degrees. Every angle is super beautiful!

Uh, his focus seems to have strayed a bit, but who cares? Just do as he pleases.

Si Liu, what should I do if I want to drool again?

"Does it look good?"

"Hmm." It looks good. It looks super good.

"Like it?"

“Yeah.” I like it. I like it very much.

"Can you tone it down a bit?"

"Hmm." Wait, this doesn't seem to work.

Fuji Shusuke patted his shoulder heavily, awakening his long-lost sanity.

"Mr. Nanjiro, wake up! Don't be fooled by Tezuka's beauty. Have you forgotten your mission?"

"I haven't forgotten!" he vowed after coming to his senses.

I am really incompetent. I was so busy looking at Tezuka that I almost forgot about the important things.

Fuji Shusuke reminded him again: "Mr. Nanjiro, you must be especially sincere in giving these flowers and plants in your hand to Tezuka. Your words, actions, and expressions must be flawless and perfect. Do you understand?"

Echizen Nanjiro tried to assure him, "Yes, Fuji, I will."

Fuji Shusuke's expression was much more serious than before, and it was obvious that he cared very much about the plan he had made for Echizen Nanjiro.

"In order to increase the success rate of this operation, we have jointly decided to give all the remaining plants to Tezuka. The cost and sacrifice are not small."

"Mr. Nanjiro, this is your only chance, you must seize it."

"Yeah. Fuji, I'm going."

The wind is slack and the water is cold, and the strong men never return.

With such a tragic mood, Echizen Nanjiro walked towards Tezuka Kunimitsu step by step.

Kikumaru Eiji looked left and right: "Oishi, where are Tao and Xiaobutian?"

Oishi Shuichiro recalled: "I just heard Tao say that he wanted to treat Ryoma to some juice. The two of them should have gone to the vending machine."

"That's it."

After hearing their conversation, Fuji Shusuke still had a faint smile on his face.

How could Echizen be present for what was to happen next?

He wanted to eliminate all unstable factors at the scene as much as possible in order to create the perfect opportunity for Mr. Nanjiro to act.

Well, everything is ready except for the east wind. Now it depends on Mr. Nanjiro’s performance.

As for himself and other people at the scene, it was enough for them to just quietly watch the play he had carefully choreographed.

As soon as the game was over, Kunimitsu Tezuka noticed a burning gaze fixed on him.

When he walked out of the competition venue, he saw it almost instantly.

The person standing not far away and watching him from afar.

This has reached a point where it can no longer be ignored.

When Echizen Nanjiro noticed that Tezuka Kunimitsu was looking at him, he immediately lowered his head and his eyes flickered.

Hands clasped together, holding flowers and grasses of various colors.

I shouldn't have ignored him, Tezuka Kunimitsu thought.

What he hoped was that Mr. Nanjiro would walk towards him with a carefree smile, instead of being hesitant and indecisive like he was doing now.

I knew very well how much that person longed for warmth and care, and how much he feared being hurt and lonely, but I still chose to ignore him.

Do you have to wait for him to take the first step before you are satisfied?

Kunimitsu Tezuka never thought that he would become such a despicable person.

The moment he saw him lower his head, Tezuka Kunimitsu suddenly came to his senses.

In Mr. Nanjiro's eyes, liking someone means getting close, and disliking someone means staying away.

He doesn't understand the twists and turns in love.

Only the simplest and most straightforward words can make him feel the true meaning.

Hey, Tezuka took the initiative to walk towards him.

This should be considered a good thing. He doesn't need to walk up to Tezuka as originally planned, which would save him the embarrassment.

"Tezuka, I..." These flowers I picked are for you.

Before he could finish his words, Tezuka placed the back of his hand on his cheek.

After applying the patch on the left side, I applied the patch on the right side. I also didn't forget to apply one patch on my forehead.

Unlike the usual slight coolness on the fingertips - because Tezuka Kunimitsu had just exercised - this time Echizen Nanjiro felt a temperature that was even hotter than warmth.

"Mr. Nanjiro, why is your face so red?"

His face felt a little hot to the touch, but he looked generally healthy and showed no signs of illness.

The cheeks are soft when you press them. Just enough flesh.

Kunimitsu Tezuka thought he'd better gain some weight because he was too thin.

She habitually raised her hand to help him "suppress" those disobedient "stubborn elements" in his hair, and then stared into his eyes intently.

Echizen Nanjiro secretly guessed that the blushing must be due to the excitement of watching Tezuka's game.

But he couldn't just tell Tezuka that his face was blushing because of him. That would be too embarrassing.

He said vaguely, "It's hot. Tezuka, you know, it's very hot today."

"Is your leg injury healed?"

The last time when Echizen Nanjiro fell asleep, Tezuka Kunimitsu was worried and untied the gauze on his knee. After seeing that the injury did not get worse, he bandaged him again.

Today, Nanjiro Echizen was wearing knee-length shorts, so Kunimitsu Tezuka couldn't see his injuries.

Echizen Nanjiro smiled and said, "It's all healed. It doesn't hurt at all."

"But it might take a long time for the scar to disappear." There was a hint of regret in his tone, "I also want to wear shorts as short as Tezuka and the others."

Tezuka Kunimitsu looked at him: "Mr. Nanjiro, it will be fine."

everything will become better.

Whether it is the pain suffered, the eye-catching marks, or the sad tears.

He had never had such sincere and ardent hope for anyone else, and now, Kunimitsu Tezuka hoped that he could be happy forever.

Even if he had to pay for it, he thought he would be willing to do it.

"Yeah." Echizen Nanjiro lowered his head and responded softly.

He was already used to Tezuka Kunimitsu's comfort, but the other onlookers were so shocked that their jaws almost dropped.

Is that person really their cold-blooded minister? Could he have been possessed by someone else?

Minister, where is your usual coolness? Why is it gone?

Your expression, attitude and tone suddenly become so gentle, which is scary for us, okay?

Also, just talk, but why did you touch Mr. Nanjiro's face and his hair, Minister? Isn't that too intimate?

Kikumaru Eiji was shaking with fear: "Oishi, is Tezuka possessed by a demon, or am I dreaming?"

Hideichiro Oishi was relatively calm because he had already experienced an impact once, so he had a certain immunity.

After all, what happened between Tezuka and Mr. Nanjiro on the street was much more exciting than it is now.

Come to think of it, he'd never seen Tezuka be so nice to someone.

This was not his illusion: when facing Mr. Nanjiro, Tezuka would become very different from usual.

Different? Biased? Unique?

There is no one else but him...

We are not related, so this is just...

Shuichiro Oishi was shocked by the conclusion he came to.

He looked up.

The look Tezuka gave Mr. Nanjiro almost confirmed his suspicions.

Yes, he had sensed what was being conveyed.

An endless stream of deep affection.