Prince of Tennis: I am actually Echizen Nanjiro

"I don't care about you guys anymore, do whatever you want."

Anyway, they don't listen to what I say, what else can I do?

If it were this group of teenagers, perhaps even destroying the world would not be impossible.

"Don't think about staying out of this. Everything I did was because of you."

"Humph! It's not for me at all. Everything you did was to satisfy your own desire to win. No one has ever really considered me."

"As expected, no matter how good you are at playing tennis, you are all just a bunch of immature children..."

Atobe Keigo looked at him speechlessly: "Do you think you have the right to call others childish?"

"Also, Echizen, you are also a student, we are about the same age," added Sengoku Kiyosumi.

“It’s quite different.”

"I want to compete with Tezuka first, is that okay?" Fuji Shusuke asked with a smile.

Atobe Keigo frowned and said, "I must be in the first match."

Qian Shiqingchun thought for a moment and said, "How about drawing lots?"

Tezuka Kunimitsu looked at Echizen Nanjiro and said, "Mr. Nanjiro."

"Ok?"

"There's no one else, right?"

"Ah?" What other people? He didn't understand.

Tezuka Kunimitsu asked him seriously, "Did you give away the plants you have today to anyone else besides us?"

"I also gave it to Ms. Shiba Saorishiba who came to interview me."

"No one else?"

"No more." Echizen Nanjiro counted with him, "After I picked the flowers from the woods, I gave them to Kanzuki first, then to Miss Shiba, then to Sengoku, Fuji, and finally to Atobe."

Fuji Shusuke smiled and said, "Originally, the pearl plum in Atobe's hand would have belonged to you, Tezuka."

Atobe Keigo's face instantly turned even darker.

"I...I..." Echizen Nanjiro lowered his head and said in a low voice, "Originally, after giving it to Fuji, I wanted to give everything to you, Tezuka. But..."

Tezuka Kunimitsu patted his head as if to comfort him: "Can you give it to me now, Mr. Nanjiro?"

"Yeah." Echizen Nanjiro nodded excitedly when he heard that.

As long as Tezuka is willing to accept it.

"do not move!"

Atobe Keigo walked over quickly and snatched all the flowers and plants from Echizen Nanjiro's hands.

"Atobe, what are you doing!?"

Echizen Nanjiro was unhappy.

Tezuka even offered to accept his plants. The plan, which was on the verge of failure, suddenly took a turn for the better and was about to succeed, but it was ruined by Atobe.

"There might be something strange in these flowers and grasses. Just in case, you should give them all to me."

"Atobe! You are clearly making up a false accusation!"

"Oh? It seems that you are very dissatisfied!" Atobe Keigo's eyes became cold, "Then tell me, what is going on in this situation now?"

"Except for him, the one you wanted to give but failed to give, everyone else has accepted the plants you gave me."

After hearing what Atobe said, Echizen Nanjiro thought about it and it seemed to be true, but he still argued unwillingly: "It's obviously a coincidence..."

"No matter if it is true or not, I will not let you hold flowers again."

"It's fine as long as I don't take it. Why are you stopping me from giving it to Tezuka?"

Seeing that he was still making trouble, Atobe Keigo glared at him with a dagger-like look: "How dare you give flowers to another man in front of me?"

"Tsk, Atobe is childish."

"What did you say?" Atobe Keigo looked like he wanted to eat him again.

Echizen Nanjiro quickly hid behind Tezuka and said aggrievedly, "Nothing."

The plan failed miserably!

Tezuka, I'm sorry, I will definitely prepare better things for you next time, Echizen Nanjiro vowed secretly.

Seeing them talking to each other and treating him as invisible, Guan Yuechu couldn't help but interrupt and said, "Everyone, since you have decided to compete, don't waste time. Let's find an empty venue first."

Everyone agreed with his opinion.

Echizen Nanjiro pretended to be innocent and asked, "Can I not go?"

Everyone except him looked at him in a very special way, meaning: What do you think?

Echizen Nanjiro knew that if nothing unexpected happened, he would never be able to escape.

Just as everyone was about to leave, a voice with obvious surprise came from behind them.

"Mr. Nanjiro!"

When Echizen Nanjiro heard this, he thought, well, it’s another familiar voice. It’s never-ending, right?

First, the appearance of Atobe Keigo destroyed his plan, and later the arrival of Sengoku Kiyomizu pushed the already complicated situation to an even more extreme level.

Now another acquaintance comes along, do you think his situation isn’t bad enough?

He turned around angrily, wanting to see which blind person was approaching him again.

"Forehead……"

An unexpected person.

"Xiang Mu?"

He immediately put away his impatient and murderous look.

It almost happened.

If he hadn't noticed that it was Xiang Mu and had said a few words that he shouldn't have said, it would have been extremely embarrassing.

Xiang Mujue's face was filled with a sunny smile, and he walked towards him: "Hello."

"I was just thinking about Mr. Nanjiro, but I didn't expect to see him in the blink of an eye. It seems that today is my lucky day." Xiang Mujue smiled, "Father has just got some good tea leaves, and he has been talking about inviting you to our house for tea."

"Thank you for your kindness."

In front of Xiang Mu Jue, Echizen Nanjiro always tries his best to maintain the image of a steady and peaceful adult.

"So Xiang Mu is also interested in the Metropolitan Games. How is it? Did you see any good matches?"

"I just got here."

Xiang Mujue came here today specifically to watch Ryoma Echizen's game, and this will also become the basis for him to formulate training plans for Ryoma Echizen in the future.

It is impossible to say that he had never thought that Echizen Nanjiro would come, but at the same time, Xiang Mu Jue tried to convince himself that the possibility was not too high, so as not to be disappointed in the end.

But his luck today seemed to be particularly good, as he saw Mr. Nanjiro as soon as he arrived.

I wanted to say something else to Mr. Nanjiro, but I saw that the boys around him were looking at me with an indescribable look, either vigilant, amused, or indifferent, which was really hard to ignore.

Xiang Mujue was confused. Was he weird?

Seeing that the atmosphere had become subtle again for some reason, Echizen Nanjiro had no choice but to introduce them.

After knowing that Xiang Mujue was a professional tennis player, the boys' attitudes immediately became much more serious.

When they learned that he had embarked on the path of a professional player at the age of fifteen, everyone looked in disbelief.

Even Tezuka Kunimitsu, who could remain calm even when faced with a huge crisis, could not help but show obvious surprise in his eyes.

Echizen Nanjiro was very proud of this.

It's right to be surprised. He was also very scared at that time.

The meaning of a genius's existence is to make others envy, jealous and hate him.

"Mr. Nanjiro is exaggerating."

Looking at Echizen Nanjiro's confident look, Xiang Mujue couldn't help but smile.

Why do I feel like I've become a toy that Mr. Nanjiro takes out to show off to other kids?

"Compared to Mr. Nanjiro, I'm still far behind."

"Xiang Mu, do you know that being too modest can turn into hypocrisy? When I was fifteen, I hadn't even become a professional player yet."

The vibrant faces of the people before my eyes gently plucked the strings of my heart.

As some secret emotion quietly grew, Xiang Mu Jue unconsciously reached out his hand and touched the sunlight falling on his face.

"You were a famous warrior back then. You were just one match away from breaking the world record and becoming the world champion."

It was his dream in his youth, and naturally, it is still his dream now.

Xiang Mujue touched the light as he wished, it was warm and soft.

"You also said that it was back then. It's all in the past."

Echizen Nanjiro felt a little depressed.

That person is not yourself, but he is also yourself.

He left and would never come back, and I took his place, occupying his nest, and living a stable life that does not belong to me with peace of mind, and I am becoming more and more accustomed to the feeling of happiness.

Is this really a good idea?

Echizen Nanjiro fell into deep thought, a look of worry gradually appearing on his face.

Xiang Mujue knew that he had said something wrong, and when he saw Echizen Nanjiro's expression, he thought that he had said something wrong and made him sad.

Mr. Nanjiro cannot play tennis now, but I still mention his glorious past tennis experience in front of him. Isn't this just rubbing salt into Mr. Nanjiro's wounds?

If he could, he really wanted to slap himself hard, but he was afraid of scaring Mr. Nanjiro.

After all, his father spoke a little loudly at the time, and Mr. Nanjiro was so scared that he didn't dare to say a word.

"Feel sorry."

Xiang Mu Jue withdrew his hand and apologized to him sincerely.

Echizen Nanjiro finally reacted and exclaimed "Ah" in confusion.

Is it fashionable to apologize now? I don't understand.

"Oh, by the way, was there something on my face just now, Xiangmu?" Echizen Nanjiro touched his face, looking very worried, "Is there something dirty?"

"No."

Xiang Mujue didn't dare to look him in the eye. He couldn't just tell Mr. Nanjiro that he touched his face just because he was possessed by a devil for a moment.

Chigoku Kiyosumi cried out in shock: "Echizen is... is... the world champion!"

"I've already told you that there's still one more game to go. Qianshi, why are you making such a fuss?"

Echizen Nanjiro frowned and looked at him. Now he should have realized that he was not a student.

Qian Shiqingchun stared at him closely, and after a long while he exclaimed: "You are not a student!"

"Huh..." Echizen Nanjiro breathed a sigh of relief.

This kid finally understood it. This is cause for celebration. This is cause for celebration.

"Although I am very happy that you, Sengoku, think of me as a student, I will also feel distressed if you continue to misunderstand me." Echizen Nanjiro smiled, "Look carefully, boy, I am an adult."

"What, you think Mr. Nanjiro is a student? Hahaha..." Xiang Mujue couldn't help laughing, "Although Mr. Nanjiro looks very young, he shouldn't be that young."

Atobe Keigo glanced at the still confused Sengoku Kiyomizu indifferently. When he thought that the person who had the courage to challenge him and Tezuka Kunimitsu was such a guy without common sense, he expressed great disgust.

However, the moment he glanced at it, he noticed something with his sharp eyes, and alarm bells immediately rang in his heart.

He asked Xiang Mu Jue: "What is that?"

Following the gaze of Atobe Keigo, Xiang Mujue also saw the same thing he mentioned: "This is what you are talking about..."