Prince of Tennis: I am actually Echizen Nanjiro

He didn't know how long he slept, but at some point he woke up.

This is of course fate. Otherwise, why didn't he wake up earlier or later but at this time?

Of course, Echizen Nanjiro himself doesn't care about such statements.

He slowly got up from the bed and tried to grope his way around in this dim "world".

Fortunately, I found the light switch in no time.

The moment the lights come on, it's definitely a bit difficult to get used to.

Fortunately, he was prepared and closed his eyes in advance, so he just needed to relax for a while.

He was the only one in the room; Renzi was not there.

He pressed his eyes out of habit.

Then he remembered that Lunzi had reminded him not to rub his eyes, for fear that bacteria would get into his eyes, so he stopped.

Go find Lunzi.

After opening the door, he was about to step out with one foot, but he suddenly pulled it back in an instant, and the whole person stepped back a little.

There was a person standing at the door.

It's no wonder that he was easily frightened. Anyone who opens the door and finds someone standing outside will panic, not to mention that the other person is so tall.

It was not until he saw the face of the person coming that Echizen Nanjiro's nervous heart relaxed and a smile appeared on his face.

"Mr. Takigawa."

Because he had just woken up, the haziness in his eyes had not yet completely dissipated. In addition, his character was originally naive, so looking at him now, he seemed even more innocent to an indescribable degree.

There was a soft and sticky taste in the clear voice. This was not the coquettish attitude he usually showed to people close to him, but for Takigawa Kisuke it already seemed very coquettish.

Echizen Nanjiro didn't care that the other person was staring at him coldly. He thought that people with cold personalities were probably like this and thought he was looking for Renko.

"Mr. Takigawa, Renko is not here."

Takigawa Kisuke's eyes stayed on his face: "I know."

Echizen Nanjiro blinked in confusion.

The other party had no intention of explaining further to him, and the two of them stared at each other for several seconds.

Until Echizen Nanjiro retreated first.

He really didn't know how to respond, so he just moved away.

Although no words were spoken, the invitation was obvious.

With his head lowered and his eyes downcast, he was nervous, enduring, and a little bit afraid.

The creature before him seemed too simple.

Just by looking at his behavior, you can almost tell what he is thinking.

After Takigawa Kisuke entered the room, Echizen Nanjiro closed the door gently and turned to look at him.

But she was surprised to find that he was also looking at her.

It seemed that his eyes were always on him.

Since this door opened, there has been no leaving.

downstairs.

The maid came over and reminded: "Miss Xiuyuan, dinner is ready."

"Great!" Fujiwara Kaede stretched in cooperation, "Finally I can have dinner. I'm almost starving."

Yuto Xiuyuan asked in confusion: "I noticed that you ate quite a few snacks." Not really...

"Hehe, I'm just exaggerating." Fujiwara Kaede winked mischievously.

Renzi smiled and said, "Then I'll go call Nanjiro down. He should be awake by now."

Yu Du Xiuyuan held her hand tightly and said, "Let Yue go and call those two gentlemen over. We haven't seen each other many times in all these years. You should spend more time talking to me."

Lunzi responded, "Okay, I'll do nothing in this house except accompany you, the eldest lady."

Yuto Hideo nodded in agreement: "This is the truth."

The calm maid Yue went upstairs. She first went to Takigawa Kisuke's room and knocked on the door three times. "Mr. Takigawa, dinner is ready. Miss Xiuyuan, please come downstairs to eat."

No one responded.

After a while, I knocked three more times with a little more force, but still there was silence.

Was he resting and didn’t hear it or was he not in the room?

Yue didn't stay for long and came to the door of Echizen Nanjiro's room.

Thinking that the person was most likely resting, she didn't know whether to knock lightly or hard on the door.

After thinking for a while, I knocked on the door gently.

"Mr. Nanjiro, are you in the room? Dinner is ready, you..."

Before he could finish his words, the door opened and a vibrant, bright face emerged.

"Have you had dinner? Good, we'll be down right away."

Speaking of dinner, Echizen Nanjiro was not sleepy at all and was very enthusiastic.

He turned around and smiled, "Mr. Takigawa, let's go. It's time for dinner."

As the door was completely opened, Yue could see the scene inside the house clearly.

Mr. Takigawa was sitting upright on a chair, looking at them with a cold gaze.

It turned out that he was not in his room, but came to Mr. Nanjiro's place.

He looked at Mr. Nanjiro, said a simple "OK", then stood up and walked to the door.

Mr. Takigawa frowned slightly and reminded him, "Hair."

"Ok?"

“It needs to be sorted out.”

"Eh!"

Mr. Nanjiro came to the mirror and wanted to see what he looked like.

"what!"

This is an incredible sight.

Her long hair was scattered straight and slightly messy.

There were even a few unruly hairs that were sticking up, and you could tell at a glance that he had just woken up.

He hastily smoothed his hair, and at the same time he did not forget to scold: "Mr. Takigawa, why didn't you remind me earlier? Don't you find it funny to see me like this all the time?"

"Or do you have a bad taste and want to make fun of me?"

After saying that, she quickly rolled up her long hair and tied it into a neat ponytail with a hairband.

"It's not funny," Mr. Takigawa responded, "but you should pay a little more attention to your appearance at dinner."

"That's all."

Mr. Nanjiro obviously disagreed with Mr. Takigawa's explanation: "Are you implying that I don't need to pay attention to my appearance in front of you? I am really grateful for your tolerance."

Mr. Takigawa turned away without looking at him: "Personally, I don't care."

Mr. Nanjiro was stunned for a moment, then he raised his eyebrows and chuckled: "It seems that you are a reasonable and good person."

He looked at him, his eyes full of color and moving: "A good man."

"Cheers to our gathering!" Yuto Xiuyuan raised the glass in his hand happily.

Fujiwara Kaede saw the orange juice in Echizen Nanjiro's glass and said straightforwardly, "Hey, Mr. Nanjiro, why don't you drink the red wine? Let me tell you, this opened bottle of red wine is Xiuyuan's treasure. Even though she is a young lady, she would get angry with anyone who wants to take this bottle of red wine. You will lose out if you don't drink it."

"You say you're hungry, but food can't stop you from talking." Yudu Xiuyuan seemed a little "angry out of shame".

Renzi explained for him: "Nanjiro can't drink."

"Not even a bite?"

Lunzi's expression was relaxed, as if he was joking: "If you drink even half a sip, you'll cause trouble."

This made Fujiwara Kaede even more curious: "Renko, just let Nanjiro drink a sip."

"If he gets into trouble, you'll have to take care of it. I won't take any responsibility."

Yuto Hideo also urged enthusiastically, "It's okay, just sleep here when you get drunk. I have a lot of rooms here."

Renzi couldn't deal with them anymore, so she turned her head to look at Echizen Nanjiro: "Nanjiro, do you want some red wine?"

Echizen Nanjiro thought about it and decided that a red wine that even a super rich young lady treasured must be worthy of its reputation. It would be a shame not to try it.

"I want to. I'll just drink one sip, just one sip, Lunzi." He said to Lunzi in a cute way as usual.

It could be said that Renzi was almost completely obedient to him and would agree to any request that was not excessive, so he had no intention of stopping him.

Just emphasize: "Don't drink too much."

"Ah."

He took the goblet handed to him by Fujiwara Kaede and stared at the dazzling and addictive liquid inside. Before he even drank it, he felt a little dazed.

Just get a little closer, and the charming fragrance will gradually bloom like a blooming flower.

Growing deeper, like desire.

Once infected, it is difficult to escape its control.

It will spread at an extremely fast speed, eroding your body and mind.

Until you kneel down willingly and submit to it.

Until you give everything, including life, dignity and love.

Echizen Nanjiro slowly opened his eyes, only to see everyone looking at him strangely.

He was confused: "You guys..."

Matsukaze Masatsuki was the first to react and laughed a few times to ease the embarrassment: "We thought you were drunk even though you didn't drink."

Echizen Nanjiro would not know that when he was indulged in the aroma of red wine, everyone seemed to be lost in the illusion he created.

This has to make people wonder, is it that he can't drink, or that he can't drink in front of others.

Too deceptive.

At that time, one could clearly see the desire entwining, floating and stretching in his body.

He did not question Songfeng Yayue's words. He smiled softly and said, "It is indeed not an ordinary item. No wonder it is Xiuyuan's favorite."

As she spoke, the corners of her eyes and eyebrows seemed to be stained by the aroma of red wine, exuding extreme tenderness.

After more than thirty years, Songfeng Yayue, who knows a thing or two about Chinese literature, finally understood the meaning of the saying "It is not the wine that makes people drunk, but people make themselves drunk."

It turns out that such people exist in the world. They are naturally able to stir people's hearts without any extra words or actions.

What existed in his hand was no longer just liquid like red wine. With a slight shake of his wrist, it became a deposit of desire and temptation.

It seems that once you drink it, you will enter an unknown, bizarre world that can be easily reached by extraordinary people.

As he had promised, he took only one sip and put the cup back on the table.

The aroma that lingered in his mouth for a long time was so fascinating that he wanted to keep it forever, even though he knew it was impossible.

He knew when to stop and obediently pushed the glass with the remaining red wine back to Lunzi.

Lunzi stroked his face and said worriedly, "This is coming on too quickly."

Just a few seconds after drinking the wine, a blush appeared on her cheeks.

He rubbed his hands against Lunzi's warm hands and smiled even more innocently: "I'm fine."

Lunzi has always been very sympathetic to him: "I'll scoop you a bowl of soup."

"Ah."

He has always been very obedient in front of Renzi.

There is an extraordinary trust, tacit understanding and deep love between the two of them.

This has nothing to do with love, it's fate.

They are destined to meet at a certain point in time.

They are bound together by the same grief of losing a loved one.

They give each other an optimistic smile, while their own sadness is deliberately hidden.

He (she) has suffered too much.

I want to be nice to him (her).

He (she) deserves to be happy again.

Both of them thought so.

"The soup is still hot, let me feed you."

Renzi picked up the soup bowl, scooped up a spoonful of soup with a spoon, blew it carefully, and then brought it to his lips.

"This...this...Renzi, I can do it myself..."

Echizen Nanjiro stutters when he speaks. If he needs others to feed him even when he eats, then doesn't that mean he is really just a five?

Although he is useless, he has not fallen to this extent.

Also, Renzi, this is not your home, this is Xiuyuan's home.

If you do this, Xiuyuan and they will think we are weird.

"Have you forgotten that you spilled hot soup on your legs last time?" Renzi's eyes were filled with accusations that could not be ignored. "Fortunately, it didn't come into direct contact with the skin. In the end, it was just a red burn. I applied ointment for a few days and it healed."

"It was also thanks to Ryoma's quick reaction that he caught the half-spilled soup bowl. Someone was still dazed at the time and didn't know what was going on."

"Nothing happens again." Echizen Nanjiro muttered.

Lunzi didn't care about his little mood: "You have to learn from your mistakes."

"Anyway, you're drunk now, and I don't trust you to do anything."

Echizen Nanjiro drank the spoonful of soup handed to him by Renzi sullenly: "I understand."

After that, he ignored Renzi even though she kept picking food for him.

Anyway, he eats whatever Lunzi gives him.

This intuitive picture really reminds people of "feeding rabbits".

Hmm, it's a bit novel.

The meal was a pleasant one and Renzi's friends were all very kind and friendly.

This is probably the only chance I'll have to meet them.

Anyway, I was just brought here by Renzi, so it doesn't matter if I'm being rude.

Thinking of this, the desire to do whatever I want grows stronger.

In the end, except for Takigawa Takasuke who looked normal, everyone else had a bit of drunkenness on their faces.

"After the rain in the empty mountains, the weather turns to autumn late. The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows over the rocks."

Echizen Nanjiro read it word by word, then patted Matsukaze Masatsuki on the shoulder, and the two looked like good brothers.

"Look, this poem is so well written. Your grandfather really gave you a good name."

Matsukaze Masatsuki waved at him and said, "Nanjiro, you only blame me. You pick on the weak, right? Huh?"

Echizen Nanjiro got angry: "I am praising you but you can't hear it. You are drunk. I will ignore you. Humph."

"No, don't be angry."

Matsukaze Masatsuki held his slightly dizzy forehead, but still thought he was full of energy and playful. He pulled Echizen Nanjiro's sleeve and showed an innocent smile as if he had been assimilated.

Both of them seemed to have been reduced in intelligence.

Oh, that’s not right. Echizen Nanjiro doesn’t have the intelligence to defeat him.

When the others saw how drunk the two were, they all laughed.

"Don't bother me."

Echizen Nanjiro slapped his hand away and said, "You big bad guy," obviously he was still angry.

The scene in front of Songfeng Yayue's eyes had become blurred, as if covered by a layer of gauze.

He couldn't hear clearly what Echizen Nanjiro said, but he was very sensitive to the fact that this person probably didn't say anything nice and seemed to be scolding him.

So I didn't bother to be polite with him and just pinched the flesh on his face.

"It hurts, what are you doing?"

Echizen Nanjiro was anxious. What he feared most was pain.

Songfeng Yayue had a triumphant smile on her face: "Let you, uh, scold me..."