Prince of Tennis: I am actually Echizen Nanjiro

After doubles two, the score was a uniform 6-0.

In the first round, Qingxue won an absolute victory.

In the afternoon, Qingxue will face Fudomine, but unfortunately, his energy has been almost exhausted.

Echizen Nanjiro was unwilling to admit his weakness, but this was an irrefutable fact.

So even though he knew the afternoon game would be exciting, he had no choice but to give up.

After all, ever since he was injured, what Renzi emphasized to him the most was "safety", "safety" and "safety", which made him dare not ignore his physical condition.

Seeing Ryoma is enough, he thought.

I felt a bit upset, and a bit like "a tangled mess that couldn't be sorted out".

He lowered his eyelids, just enough to hide the inexplicable emotions that were surging in his eyes like waves.

"Dad."

Echizen Nanjiro heard the call from behind and turned around.

I just felt that the boy walking towards me step by step was a little animal running out from the dense forest.

He deliberately kept a stern face, doing it for others to see, silently rejecting the slightly abrupt approach.

He looked very cute.

She walked towards the little prince, while silently suppressing the impatience in her heart.

Swaying and graceful, elegant scholars like to use it to describe beauties, but it still carries a hint of frivolity. Even if there is a lot of charm, it is hard to be accepted by the elegant class.

In the eyes of a bunch of serious people and old scholars, a dignified temperament is the best. How can one be so shaky?

Perhaps it was because the melancholy caused by missing someone not long ago had not yet dissipated, perhaps it was because his heart softened when he saw the person he wanted to see, or perhaps it was just because he was who he was, and his every move and every word revealed countless romantic charms.

Even the most strict and rigid person cannot refuse this.

We must know that it is unrealistic to try to restrict him with rules and regulations, and it is impossible to limit and describe him with words.

It seems expected, but in fact it is far beyond expectations.

At first, Ryoma Echizen thought he had seen it wrong, but he didn't expect it to be his own father.

He observed for a long time, thinking that his father would do something messy and weird like before, but he found that he was just watching the game quietly.

I don't know why, but I went up to him and called him. I should have pretended not to know he was coming.

"Dad, what are you doing here?"

"Yeah, how did I get here?" Echizen Nanjiro deliberately made a surprised expression, with a sly look on his face, "I don't know either, guess?"

This extremely casual and joking attitude is indeed the same as that of the father who makes people angry to death.

The seniors were deceived by his appearance and actually thought he was a reliable adult.

Seeing his son obviously angry, Echizen Nanjiro chuckled secretly and habitually lifted the hair by his ear, thinking of teasing him again.

When I raised my eyes inadvertently, my gaze met someone's.

he is……

The brilliance that emerged quietly unconsciously ran out of his eyes.

It was him.

Yes, how could I forget about him? This is the world of Prince of Tennis!

But it's weird to just stare at someone like that.

In order not to be regarded as a "weird uncle", Echizen Nanjiro immediately turned his head and looked away.

Echizen Ryoma didn't notice the details of him looking at other people, but he noticed that his expression and movements were a little unnatural, as if he had done something bad and was afraid of being discovered, and his cheeks were slightly red.

"Dad, what's wrong with you?" Is it possible that my stupid dad is not feeling well?

"Ah, nothing."

After a simple denial, Echizen Nanjiro teased, "Ryoma, you must do your best in the afternoon game, and don't cry if you lose. Even if you lose, I can still comfort you..."

How could the proud cat prince tolerate such contempt? He glanced at Echizen Nanjiro coldly and turned away with full momentum.

"Why do younger children become more childish?" Echizen Nanjiro asked puzzledly.

He looked at Longma leaving with the red tennis racket, and felt a sense of satisfaction as an old father, with a sense of pride that "my son has grown up".

In his previous life, he had never thought that he would become the father of a boy. Ever since Qingyue came to him, he gave all his care to Qingyue.

He thought that having one child in his life was a gift from God, and he didn't ask for anything else.

It is impossible to say that he let go of Kyotsuki, but he did regard Echizen Ryoma as his own child.

No, Echizen Ryoma is his child.

Echizen Nanjiro has all the memories about Ryoma, from the whimpering when he was just born to the restless crawling of his hands and feet on the ground to the time he gradually learned to walk, from the time he accidentally saw a tennis racket and treated it as a toy to the first time he started practicing playing tennis.

It is the accumulation of small things that has helped him grow until now.

In the past, Echizen Nanjiro was not as rough and casual as he appeared. On the contrary, like all fathers in the world, his unruly appearance hid an extremely delicate and deep love for his children, which was unknown to others.

However, the man left his family forever in an accident, just like the separation between himself and Qingyue.

Echizen Nanjiro's body accepted him, and he became Echizen Nanjiro.

Things are unpredictable. What else can I say now besides this?

"Aren't you taking it too far, Nanjiro?"

Echizen Nanjiro looked at the newcomer with a surprised look on his face: "Coach Ryuuzaki."

Unexpectedly, Ryuzaki Sumire stopped talking after that, and just looked him up and down without saying a word.

Echizen Nanjiro couldn't help but smile: "What's the matter, Coach Ryuuzaki? It's been a while since we last met. Do you not recognize your student?"

Ryuzaki Sumire admitted straightforwardly: "Yes, it looks a little unfamiliar."

From a distance, she looks like one, but up close, she has a gentle attitude. It is hard to tell whether this warmth is the open-mindedness that can only come from experiencing the world, or the innocence that is retained without experiencing the world.

He is Echizen Nanjiro? It is not an exaggeration to say that he is someone else.

I temporarily put aside some strange thoughts in my mind and chatted with him casually.

"Are you feeling better?"

"Thanks to you, I'm fine now. If I wasn't, Renzi wouldn't have agreed to let me go out."

"That's true... I was thinking of going to the hospital to see you. I hope you're okay."

"Are you concerned about me?"

"if not?"

"I thought you were anxious for me to lie down longer."

"I do think so."

"Nanjiro, I have something I want to discuss with you. Do you have time next time?"

He was addicted to talking nonsense and couldn't stop: "How do you know I'm fine? I have a lot of things to do."

"Okay, stop talking nonsense and follow me." Ryuzaki Sumire grabbed his sleeve.

Well, I didn't agree. Coach Ryuzaki is too arbitrary! He was a little depressed.

But if you think about it, today's luck isn't too bad.

He tried to find the figure he had just seen.

That person, he is...

Ah, I see.

But at the same time, he also noticed Echizen Nanjiro.

The two looked at each other again.

Echizen Nanjiro was really embarrassed. Why was he always discovered?

He quickly smiled embarrassedly at the man, then turned his gaze and followed Ryuzaki Sumire.

the other side.

Intuition calmly told Kunimitsu Tezuka that the two eye contacts were not accidental.

Mr. Nanjiro should have known him, but he had no impression of him.

Kunimitsu Tezuka believed that if he had ever met that gentleman, he would have no reason to forget him.

Because he is the first person you see in the crowd.

It cannot be ignored in any way.

As far as the eye could see, he was the only one there.

If you ask "Why is he so attractive?"

This is not an easy question to answer.

Outstanding appearance? Good temperament?

Neither seems to be the most appropriate answer.

If he had to say something, Kunimitsu Tezuka thought it was that he was too different from others.

It was as if he was not from this world.

This is ridiculous. Not only the idea itself, but also the fact that I came to this conclusion.

Tezuka Kunimitsu temporarily put aside the image of Echizen Nanjiro in his mind and said to the members, "Let's go."

He didn't notice that Fuji Shusuke beside him had been looking at him silently, as if thinking about something.

"Coach Ryuuzaki, please treat me to some bread."

Echizen Nanjiro said this with dissatisfaction, but he still stretched out his hands honestly, took the bread and drink handed to him by Ryuzaki Sumire, and began to eat with big mouthfuls.

The taste is ok.

"Then you don't want to eat?"

"already eaten."

Taking advantage of the brief pause between swallowing the bread in his mouth and taking the next bite, Echizen Nanjiro went straight to the point and asked, "What exactly do you want to talk to me about?"

Ryuzaki Sumire sat down at the other end of the bench: "I'd like to say what I said last time. I hope you can reconsider it."

"No." Echizen Nanjiro refused without hesitation, "You know I'm not good at this kind of thing."

"These kids really have potential, Nanjiro, you..."

Echizen Nanjiro ignored her and focused on fighting the bread.

"Hey, Nanjiro, listen to me carefully."

"can not hear."

"you……"

After finishing the last bite, Echizen Nanjiro stood up lazily and stretched.

Ryuuzaki Sumire called out to him, "Nanjiro!"

"I can't play tennis anymore." He said these simple and clear words lightly.

He raised his head and put out his hand to block the strong sunlight.

Looking through the gaps between fingers, the sun is still dazzling.

If you get too close you'll get burned.

Echizen Nanjiro was daydreaming aimlessly.

Upon receiving this news, Ryuzaki Sumire's brain froze and she was confused: "Nanjiro, what does this mean?"

"That's what you think, so I can't help you."

He didn't want to have anything to do with these teenagers playing tennis. Coach Ryuzaki's idea of ​​him taking over as the coach of the tennis club and helping the teenagers win was nothing but wishful thinking.

Neither the former Nanjiro Echizen nor the current him would want to take on this task.

"Nanjiro, wait a minute..."

"Let's go." Echizen Nanjiro casually waved the folding fan in his hand and left.