Prince of Tennis: I am actually Echizen Nanjiro

"Uncle, uncle..." Echizen Nanako said helplessly, "You clearly agreed not to sleep."

"You believe what he says." Renzi smiled, "It's okay, he will wake up naturally when dinner is ready."

Nanako Echizen suddenly realized: "Yes."

Last time, my uncle also fell asleep on the sofa. As soon as the grilled fish was served on the table, he woke up without anyone calling him, and he and Karubin were "eyeing" the grilled fish.

"Ryoma hasn't come back yet?"

"Ah."

"This kid comes home very late almost every day. No matter how much he wants to play tennis well, he's going too far." Renzi was angry and sat down to poke Echizen Nanjiro's soft cheek. "It's so hard to get the big one to rest, but the little one is causing trouble again."

"Now he follows Xiang Mu, and I see he works harder than when he followed his father. I don't know what benefit tennis has given them." He turned to Nanako and advised, "Nanako, don't marry a tennis player in the future."

Nanako Echizen smiled and replied, "Okay, auntie."

My aunt likes to say things that are contrary to her own thoughts, even though it is obvious that she loves my uncle and Ryoma the most.

"By the way, Auntie, Auntie Xiuyuan called this afternoon and said she would come to pick you up tomorrow."

"If you hadn't mentioned it, I would have almost forgotten." Renzi stood up and walked to the phone, dialing her friend's cell phone number while complaining, "I can go by myself. How dare I ask a busy person like her to come all the way here?"

"Aunt Xiuyuan must be worried that you will break your promise." Nanako took the blanket and covered Echizen Nanjiro with it. "After all, I know of four such incidents."

Renzi smiled and wanted to say something to Nanako, but the call was connected.

"Xiuyuan, you don't have to come specially tomorrow. Yes... yes... I won't be late, I will definitely go, okay, I'll listen to you..."

After receiving many assurances from Renzi, the other party hung up the phone with peace of mind.

"It seems that I have to go."

She smiled bitterly, feeling helpless about her friend's difficult personality.

"I'll go cook first."

"Aunt, let me help you."

"No, go and do your own thing."

"Everything is fine now." With her help, aunt can feel more relaxed.

Renko put the fresh vegetables into the sink to wait for washing. Seeing that Nanako had already entered the kitchen, she no longer refused her help, but just looked at Nanako and gave her a mysterious smile.

Nanako was looked at strangely by her: "Aunt, what's wrong?"

"Nanako, do you feel that you have become more spoiled than before?"

Nanako Echizen immediately realized it and became shy: "Auntie..."

"I know. You must have been led astray by your uncle." Takeuchi Junko naturally attributed this "fault" to the man sleeping soundly on the sofa, but with a doting smile on her face, "He is the most spoiled."

After about half an hour, the fragrance wafted out of the kitchen.

Hmm? What does that smell like?

Echizen Nanjiro sniffed hard and found it was tomato beef soup. He wanted to eat it.

He slowly got up in a daze: "Lunzi...Lunzi...where is it..."

"It smells so good..."

He walked in the direction of the fragrance, sniffing as he walked, and finally arrived at the kitchen door.

Leaning lazily against the wall.

I didn't want to open my eyes, so I just squinted a little and looked at the scene in front of me.

Renzi and Nanako, the two of them, beef soup, huh... huh...

Thinking about some random information, I felt sleepy again and raised my hand and yawned.

Seeing that Echizen Nanjiro was indeed attracted by the fragrance, Nanako and Junko couldn't help laughing.

It seems that he likes food and sleep equally.

"Nanjiro, we're going to have dinner soon, so why don't you go to sleep for now?"

"Okay." Echizen Nanjiro replied lazily, "I'll go wash my face."

"Good boy, good boy." Renzi put his palm on his cheek.

Echizen Nanjiro always takes other people's kindness as a reason to act like a spoiled child, and now, his head immediately tilted along the direction of Renko's hand.

My breathing began to become long and comfortable again.

Takeuchi Junko knows very well that she should not indulge him too much, but she still feels soft-hearted towards him every time.

What else can I do besides pampering him?

She didn't want him to get hurt again.

"Renzi..."

The drawn-out voice was sticky, as if to envelop the other person's entire mind.

"Okay, go wash your face."

"Renzi..." Still acting coquettishly.

"You can have soup later."

"I am leaving."

Only then did Echizen Nanjiro rub his eyes, stretch, and stagger to wash his face.

At the dinner table, Renzi told his family that he was going to a friend's house the next day.

"That's great." Echizen Nanjiro put down the bowl and said confidently, "Renko, don't worry. There will be no problem leaving the family to me. You must have fun, Renko."

"Dad, wipe the soup off your mouth first, maybe what you say will be more reliable."

The cat prince's merciless complaints were always unavoidable, and Echizen Nanjiro was so angry that his teeth itched: "Ryoma, I think it's a good choice for you to keep silent."

Renzi said to him, "I will be back around eight or nine o'clock tomorrow after dinner. I will bring the key with me. If Nanjiro is sleepy, just go to bed and don't wait for me, okay?"

Echizen Nanjiro nodded to show that he understood.

Renzi smiled with relief.

Hmm...something seems odd.

For Nanjiro Echizen, this is another unsolved mystery.

After taking a shower, Echizen Nanjiro ran into Echizen Ryoma's room as usual, threw himself on the bed without slowing down and buried himself in the quilt.

It’s soft and fragrant. I love it.

Echizen Ryoma questioned, "Dad, did you blow dry your hair?"

"Yes, yes, I blew it for a long time." He responded perfunctorily.

Not believing his one-sided story, Echizen Ryoma went to the bed and first touched the ends of his hair, then gradually moved up to the middle of his hair, and then to the roots.

"It's not dry yet, get up."

"No." Echizen Nanjiro hugged the quilt tightly, "It's you, Ryoma, who are too demanding."

"Dad, go blow dry it." Echizen Ryoma pulled the quilt off him, "You'll get the pillow and quilt wet."

"No, my hair is dry. I want to sleep."

"Dad, this is my room."

"I don't care, I don't care." Unable to bear it any longer, Echizen Nanjiro turned over and sat up, protesting, "I've been using the hair dryer for a long time, and my hands are sore."

He held out his arm to prove his point.

Finally, he came to a conclusion: "Anyway, Longma, you are deliberately against me. Longma is a bad person."

Then he fell back on the bed and wrapped himself tightly in the quilt.

The world was quiet for a moment, followed by the sound of Ryoma Echizen's footsteps leaving the room and the door closing.

Feeling that he was the only one in the room, Echizen Nanjiro slowly lifted the quilt from his body.

I am the only one left.

He seemed to have pissed off Ryoma.

Echizen Nanjiro held his hair, pulling it down with increasing force without him noticing.

He was afraid of pain so he wouldn't hurt himself, he just wanted to do something to distract himself.

Whenever he had a disagreement with someone, the first emotion that came to his mind was always confusion.

The quilt wasn't that warm anymore.

Kalubin climbed onto the bed quietly and lay down beside him, being extremely quiet.

"Ryoma..." He held Karubin in his arms, and finally felt a little warmer.

Karubin didn't make any noise and just meowed.

"Dad, Dad..."

Echizen Nanjiro turned around when he heard the voice.

It was Ryoma, he was standing beside the bed.

I didn't even notice when he came.

"Ryoma..." His eyes were still hazy.

Echizen Ryoma plugged in the hair dryer in his hand and looked at him calmly: "Come here, Dad."

Echizen Nanjiro didn't say anything, but moved his body towards him.

It turns out that Longma went out to get the hair dryer. That’s great. He shouldn’t be angry with me.

Maybe a little angry, but he still cares about himself.

Well, that's good.

At first, the wind blew my hair in front of me, making it messy and blocking my eyes.

Later, Echizen Ryoma gathered all his hair together, then spread it out and blew it up carefully, so that his hair no longer flew around.

His heart also calmed down, just like the hair held in Echizen Ryoma's palm.

Perhaps unable to bear the noise of the hair dryer, Karubin jumped out of his arms.

After an unknown amount of time, Echizen Ryoma turned off the hair dryer.

He unplugged it and prepared to send it back to where it came from.

Echizen Nanjiro didn't look at him, but lowered his head: "I thought you were angry."

"Dad, you are so childish."

"I……"

Whenever he heard the little prince mocking him, Echizen Nanjiro would always argue with him.

But at this moment he didn't, and remained silent.

"You can go to bed now." Echizen Ryoma "announced" to him.

"Oh." He lay down and closed his eyes.

It really seems like I'm about to fall asleep.

As soon as Echizen Ryoma left, he immediately opened his eyes and said to himself in dissatisfaction: "What? Doesn't this make it seem like I've given up?"

"I'm not wrong. It's just that Ryoma is too domineering and doesn't respect me at all."

"After all, I am his father."

"Not good for me at all." He looked at Kalubin lying comfortably in his little nest, "Kalubin, tell me, is Longma not good at all?"

It seemed that Karubin was really sleepy. He ignored him and fell into a sound sleep.

Echizen Nanjiro was so depressed that he wrapped himself up like a dumpling.

When he came back and saw that the whole bed was "occupied", Echizen Ryoma walked over and pushed the "big dumpling".

"Dad, sleep a little deeper inside."

The "big rice dumpling" didn't move at first, then it moved in little by little, and reluctantly moved to the innermost part.

This "awkward" feeling was clearly revealed, but I probably thought I was hiding it well.

Echizen Ryoma turned off the lights, went to bed, and started "pulling the rice dumplings leaves".

At first, Echizen Nanjiro was unwilling to give up the quilt instinctively, and held it tightly, but then he thought, if Ryoma caught a cold because he had no quilt, wouldn't it be all his fault? So he let go.

Eh? Didn't he and Longma each have their own quilt?

"And the other quilt?"

"under."

"Eh?"

"Under you."

When Echizen Nanjiro looked, he found that he had just laid down on the flat quilt. No wonder he couldn't find another quilt.

He pulled out the quilt and threw it to Echizen Ryoma, and said in a tone that was deliberately trying to show his generosity: "Take it."

They both lay down.

In an instant, the whole space became quiet and even the sound of breathing could be heard.

Nanjiro Echizen suddenly felt that there was no point in thinking too much. He might as well be like Carubin and have a good rest since he was lying down - in fact, he was just making excuses for his laziness.

The sleepiness grew stronger, and turned into a state of half-sleep and half-wakefulness.

He slowly moved closer to the little prince, and the previously clear boundaries became unclear.

The faint light of the moon shining through the curtains did not give up its inner mission of brightness because of its weak external power, and it still gave everything in the house a subtle layer of soft color.

The sharpness, paranoia, suspicion and distrust between people were thus eliminated invisibly.

Ryoma Echizen had wanted to ask his father what he thought of his interpersonal relationships (that is, his relationship with Minister Tezuka), and whether he realized that there was something inappropriate about it (being too close).

If time is compared to a container, then during his time with him, Echizen Ryoma could not find any empty space to place his inner doubts - the container was always full.

Before entering the door, he was still confused and thinking about what was going on between his father and Minister Tezuka.

After entering the door and going to the living room, the first thing I saw when I looked up was my stupid dad happily drinking his favorite beef soup.

Ah, he is indeed a fool who is easily satisfied.

I am also an idiot if I worry about such an idiot.

Why bother about him? Just let him be.

He couldn't do anything bad anyway.

He looks fearless, but he is actually very timid.

Wouldn't it be good if he could just get into less trouble, stay healthy and be happy?

Is there anything else you expect from him?

At this moment, staring at his peaceful sleeping face, Echizen Ryoma whispered, "If you don't dry your hair when you go to bed, you'll have a headache when you wake up. Stupid dad."