Prince of Tennis: I am actually Echizen Nanjiro

Takeuchi Junko sat down opposite him, considerately poured him a glass of water and handed it to him, smiling, "How was it, did you cheer for Ryoma today?"

"He's so good, why does he need me to cheer him up?" Echizen Nanjiro took it and drank it all in one gulp.

"So Ryoma wins."

"Well, his companions are also very reliable."

Suddenly, without any warning, he let out a long sigh.

Seeing his negative look, Renzi was extremely puzzled: "Nanjiro, what's wrong with you?"

His voice was muffled: "Lunzi, I feel like I'm getting old and more and more useless."

Takeuchi Junko couldn't help but laugh: "Nanjiro, isn't it too early for you to say that now? You must be envious of those boys you saw on the tennis court."

"I'm not, I didn't, Renko, don't talk nonsense." Echizen Nanjiro said stubbornly while hugging Karubin.

Because he was a little stronger, Karubin let out a dissatisfied cry.

"I'm going to go cook, Nanjiro, you play with Kalubin."

Echizen Nanjiro said distressedly: "Renko, why do I feel like you are treating me like a child?"

"In my eyes, Nanjiro is just a child."

"Renzi..." He slammed his hands on the table in protest.

"How cute." Renzi teased.

"I won't tell you anymore."

Deflated and blushing, Echizen Nanjiro picked up Karubin and went upstairs quickly.

It was so strange that Renzi actually made fun of him.

Attracted by the aroma of beef soup, Echizen Nanji secretly took a sip while Renko was not paying attention. However, after being "caught on the spot", Renko "ruthlessly" drove him out of the kitchen.

Although Renzi said it so gently, she insisted on waiting until mealtime before letting him have the soup.

Waiting was simply torture for him! So he could only hope in his heart that Longma would come back soon.

As soon as he heard the door open, Echizen Nanjiro quickly raised his spoon and reached into the soup bowl: "Ryoma is back."

He scooped it into his bowl spoon by spoonful at an astonishing speed.

Takeuchi Junko couldn't help but hold her forehead and said, "Nanjiro, are you younger than Ryoma? People who don't know would think you are so pitiful that you have never had beef soup."

Echizen Ryoma also cast a contemptuous look: "Dad, you are so embarrassing!"

He didn't care about their comments. As he drank the beef soup, Echizen Nanjiro just felt satisfied.

Until I heard Renzi's exclamation: "Ryoma, your eyes!"

After dinner, Echizen Nanjiro and Echizen Ryoma were watching TV in the living room.

"Ryoma, your one-eyed dragon look is quite unique."

At this time, he was lying on the ground with one hand supporting his head and the other hand controlling the remote control to change channels. After finding a TV series that interested him, he began to watch it with relish.

Naturally, Echizen Ryoma glared at him fiercely.

Ryoma was injured in the eye during the battle with Fudomine, and he actually forgot about this plot for a moment.

However, he changed his mind and realized that even if he tried to stop him at that time, this arrogant little guy would definitely not listen to him.

Echizen Nanjiro stood up and said, "Ryoma, come here for a moment."

"doing what?"

Ryoma Echizen's face was full of vigilance and distrust. This cheap dad never did anything good.

"Don't ask so many questions, just come here quickly." Echizen Nanjiro urged.

Echizen Ryoma patiently walked up to him and said, "What on earth are you..."

Echizen Nanjiro hugged him and kissed him gently on the forehead.

This child has a bad temper and is not likable at all. He has no good qualities except being cute, but he is my child and I have no choice but to accept him.

It's always heartbreaking to see the eye injured and bleeding so much.

"I'll give you a magic kiss, and your wound will heal quickly and won't hurt anymore."

"Dad."

"Well, are you touched?"

“It’s disgusting.”

“……”Lyoma, I’m angry.

Echizen Nanjiro knew that his son was most good at making people angry besides tennis.

"I don't want to bother with you anymore. Go away and wait until your eyes are better before watching TV, little one-eyed dragon."

Echizen Nanjiro would not miss the opportunity to insult his son as much as he wanted, and continued watching TV while holding Karubin who had just walked over.

Contrary to his usual behavior, Ryoma Echizen did not continue to oppose him and returned to his room quietly.

"Is he tired?" Echizen Nanjiro touched Karubin's ear.

Never mind, let him be. After all, teenagers have many ideas.

"Meow, meow." Karubin tried his best to avoid the hand that was messing with his ears.

Lunzi cut a plate of fruit and came over. Seeing that Longma was not there, he asked him, "Where is Longma?"

"Back to the room."

"Isn't he angry at you?"

Echizen Nanjiro quickly stood up and explained: "No, isn't he injured?"

By the way, he took the fruit plate from Renzi's hand.

"By the way, Renko, why didn't I see Nanako after I came back?"

"Nanjiro, I thought you wouldn't ask if I didn't tell you." Renzi smiled, "She went to her aunt's place and just talked to me on the phone yesterday."

"Nanako's aunt?" Echizen Nanjiro was puzzled. "What do you want to see Nanako about?"

Renzi smiled mysteriously at first, and then gave him an unexpected answer.

"Ah? Blind date!"

"What, is it weird?"

No, there is no such part in the anime.

Echizen Nanjiro's eyes lit up: "What did Nanako say?"

"Nanjiro, why are you so gossipy?"

"Tell me, Renzi." After all, gossip is human nature.

"What Nanako meant was that I met several outstanding men, but I didn't feel anything for any of them."

"Maybe Nanako is too picky." Echizen Nanjiro looked distressed, "After all, the development of feelings still depends on getting along with each other."

"How can I explain this? It may not be my destiny yet!" Lunzi smiled, "Just let it be."

"I thought Renzi belonged to the marriage urging association?"

"So this is how Nanjiro sees me." Renzi sat down next to him, "Nanjiro, do you believe in fate?"

"Is it destined?" He thought for a moment, "I think so. What about Lunzi?"

"I believe it too." There was a hint of desolation in the gentle voice, like a breeze in the autumn evening.

"Renzi?" She didn't look well.

"I'm a little sleepy." Renzi smiled at him, "Nanjiro, don't watch TV for too long, go to bed early."

"Yeah." He nodded.

Lunzi was worried. She would occasionally stare at herself in a trance, as she was doing now.

Perhaps, she was recalling, pondering, and searching for something.

Or maybe she was dreaming, a relatively short dream.

After waking up from the dream, she will still treat herself gently, as if what she saw in the last second was just an illusion.

He knew clearly that everything was due to his existence.

Between him and Lunzi, one of them has to speak first.

By that time, both of them should be in a situation where they have no way out.

"Karubin, what should we do?" He hugged the soft Karubin in his arms tighter.

"Meow, meow." It's none of my business, you figure it out yourself.

The TV set was buzzing and making a noise. Echizen Nanjiro was not used to it and was about to turn it off when someone snatched the remote control away from him.

He looked up: "Ryoma?"

Echizen Ryoma turned off the TV: "Dad, if you are tired, go to bed."

"Okay." Picking up Karubin, he followed Longma back to the room.

After returning from the hospital, he has been sleeping with Ryoma. In fact, this is quite good as it avoids the embarrassment of sleeping in the same bed with Renko.

He was not the Nanjiro Echizen that Junko loved. He knew it.

"Dad, what's wrong with you?"

Echizen Ryoma discovered that his father often sat in a daze alone recently, as if he was thinking about something.

"Nothing, just some boring stuff."

As she spoke, she took off the hairband on her head and put it aside.

The long hair, no longer bound, slowly fell down, emitting a fragile and gentle luster under the light.

Echizen Ryoma lowered his eyes slightly: "Dad, aren't you going to cut your hair?"

"Keep it for now." Who's in the mood to care about it now?

"Ryoma, your eyes?"

"The gauze can be removed tomorrow morning."

He said it so calmly and easily, as if he was not the one who was hurt.

"I turned off the lights."

Echizen Nanjiro covered himself with the quilt and lay down: "Okay."

Not long after turning off the lights, he couldn't help but whispered, "Ryoma."

"Dad, what's the matter?"

"Ryoma, I..." He had something important that he hadn't told Ryoma yet.

Echizen Ryoma said nothing, waiting quietly for his next words.

"I can't..." Echizen Nanjiro uttered word after word with difficulty, "I can't... I..."

No, he was afraid, he didn't dare to tell Longma about this.

So, like an ostrich burying its head in the sand because of fear, Echizen Nanjiro buried his head in the quilt.

"Dad, you mean you can't play tennis anymore."

"Hey, you..." Echizen Nanjiro came out from under the quilt again in surprise.

"Mom told me a long time ago."

"Eh?"

"She said that because of the last car accident, you have a psychological barrier to tennis and can't play tennis for the time being." "She also reminded me that for your physical and mental health, try not to talk about tennis in front of you."

"Is that so?" It seems that Renko has made a lot of efforts to prevent Ryoma from doubting her.

"So..." Echizen Ryoma's attitude turned serious, "You've been unhappy just because you can't play tennis?"

"How can I be unhappy?"

"You're the only one who doesn't know, stupid dad."

This person only smiles when there are people around him, and usually appears to be carefree.

"I'm worried that Kalubin will become depressed if he stays with you all the time."

"How is that possible!" Echizen Nanjiro stressed, "After I came back, Karubin has gained weight."

The next moment, because of guilt, his voice became weaker: "I just feel sorry for you. I can't play tennis with you in the future."

"As expected, dad, you are an idiot." Echizen Ryoma turned around and said, "Go to sleep."

"Lyonma, don't call me an idiot. I'm angry." But Longma ignored him.

Humph, just go to sleep, damn Ryoma, you’re not cute at all.

Before long, the sound of steady breathing could be heard in the room.

He fell asleep. And slept soundly.

"Isn't this an idiot?" In the darkness, Echizen Ryoma silently opened his eyes.

I can eat and sleep well. So, why not just be a fool? Why do you have to think about some profound questions?

After pulling the quilt up for him, Echizen Ryoma allowed the sleepiness to surround him little by little.

Karubin also lay quietly in his little nest.

Just like that, the two people and the cat slowly fell into their respective dreams.

good night.