Prince of Tennis: I am actually Echizen Nanjiro

Takigawa Kisuke coldly watched the two men who were getting drunker and more and more childish. He didn't pay much attention to them and picked up the wine glass calmly.

He seldom drinks alcohol, not because he can't drink, but because he doesn't need to.

Since it is something you don't need, there is no need to keep it around.

But even someone as picky as him had to admit that the bottle of red wine on the table was indeed a rare treasure.

Thanks to Xiuyuan's generosity, she was willing to take it out to treat them.

They are not wine experts, but they can tell you all about the wonderful and extraordinary aspects of this wine after just one sip.

If her old father, who loves wine tasting, knew about this, he would definitely make a big fuss.

The old lady thought that this bottle of red wine was a gift from her precious daughter to honor her. She is probably still fantasizing about enjoying it to the fullest on her birthday.

Besides Yuto Hideo, he was the only one present who understood the reason.

"What are your plans, old man?"

Yuto Xiuyuan didn't care: "We'll talk about the future later."

After saying that, he still smiled and watched Echizen Nanjiro and Matsukaze Masatsuki playing and fighting like children.

Fujiwara Kaede laughed happily: "I really got drunk after just one sip, hahahaha..."

"Hey, why don't you like Takasuke?" Matsukaze Masatsuki poked his cheek.

Although Echizen Nanjiro was annoyed, he was too lazy to slap his hand away, so he could only dismiss him casually: "Because you like him, so I don't like him anymore."

"Hey, don't be like that, we can like it together."

"Fool."

Echizen Nanjiro barely stood up and patted Matsukaze Masatsuki on the forehead: "How can you take the initiative to ask others to like the person you like? Do you think it's chocolate, cake or something you can share? You are such an idiot, a big idiot..."

After cursing Songfeng Yayue, he calmed down and whispered softly, "I have to hide it..."

"To be hidden..."

next morning.

Songfeng Yayue vaguely remembered that she drank a lot of wine last night. Even now, she didn't feel well and felt dizzy.

He is not usually a heavy drinker, but for some reason he drank a few more glasses last night.

He can drink quite a lot, so a bottle of red wine is definitely not a threat to him.

But he got drunk last night after drinking less than half a bottle and was unconscious. Naturally, he didn't remember how to get back to the room.

Guijie probably wouldn't help him, as that man hated trouble the most, so it was probably the male servant in Xiuyuan's house who helped him.

He wanted to sleep a little longer, so he stretched his arms subconsciously, and as a result, he touched an "unknown object".

Um? what?

It felt a little soft to the touch, and the temperature was just right, neither cold nor hot. It smelled fragrant when you got close to it. Before her brain had time to analyze this information, Songfeng Yayue subconsciously hugged "it" with her hands.

It's a pillow or something.

I have to say, this "object" is really comfortable to hold and it definitely helps with sleep. Where did Xiuyuan get it from? He wants to buy the same one.

But why didn't he notice it before? Was there a pillow on his bed?

When I hugged her tightly, I realized something was wrong.

For example, this "object" is not completely still, but is moving slightly with ups and downs.

This feeling... it feels alive...

Live!

He jumped up from the bed almost reflexively, and an uncontrollable feeling of panic instantly flashed through his heart, like a large number of firecrackers exploding at the same time.

His eyes fell on the obvious bulge in the quilt, and he also saw what was next to him.

Not a pillow, but a person.

The quilt covered his entire body, and most of his face was buried in the quilt, with the small part hidden by his long light flaxen brown hair, making it difficult to see clearly.

Why? Why is there another person in my bed?

Calm down, calm down, it's okay, maybe it's just a misunderstanding. Your clothes are still on and there's nothing wrong with your body, so it's okay.

After all, I have lived for more than 30 years and have experienced all the things I should have experienced. What is there to be afraid of?

No! I have a headache and can't calm down.

He had strict family education since childhood, and when he grew up he behaved uprightly and never stepped out of line.

But what if, what if he did something worse than an animal?

He stretched out his trembling hand and wanted to brush the long hair away from the man's face, but he hesitated to go any further.

Matsukaze Masayoshi felt that her actions were an "offense" to the other party.

Who is he? How did he come to me quietly?

Unconsciously, Songfeng Yayue's heart calmed down.

This hair color... seems to be...

He brushed away the long hair that was covering the man's face, and after seeing him clearly, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

So it's you... Nanjiro...

Although it's strange that you're here, it at least proves that I haven't done anything bad.

He got out of bed slowly, opened the door carefully, went out, and closed the door carefully, then ran downstairs quickly, as if there was a ghost chasing him.

When he saw his friends sitting in the living room, chatting animatedly, reading calmly, or drinking tea leisurely, he could no longer bear it and shouted, "Can someone explain to me what happened last night?"

Everyone looked at him as if he was a lunatic.

Fujiwara Kaede responded bluntly: "Matsukaze Masatsuki, why are you so crazy so early in the morning?"

Takigawa Kisuke put down the tea in his hand and looked at him with cold eyes.

From his eyes, Songfeng Mayue interpreted his displeasure at herself for disrupting the current peaceful atmosphere.

"Nanjiro he...he..."

Takeuchi Junko asked in confusion: "What happened to Nanjiro?"

"Why is he in my bed?"

"cough……"

Qin Yuelin, who was always calm and peaceful, was so shocked when he heard him shout this that he choked on the tea and started coughing. After realizing his loss of composure, he quickly took several napkins to wipe the tears.

Yuto Hideo also helped her deal with it. Her beautiful eyes glared at Matsukaze Masatsuki angrily: "Why are you making such a fuss? If you have something to say, can't you just talk it out nicely? You're really getting more and more immature. You're not as calm as when you were in school."

Songfeng Yayue thought that these people could not understand his feelings at all: "Calm? How can you be calm when you wake up early in the morning and see a man sleeping next to you?"

Yuto Hideo thought for a while and said, "It's not impossible if she looks like what I like."

Matsukaze Masatsuki: “…” You don’t understand anything.

He sat down on the sofa, supported his forehead with his hands, and sighed.

Yuto Hideo and Takeuchi Junko looked at each other, then looked at him with confusion: "Ya Yue, don't you remember? It was you who dragged Nanjiro to your room."

Matsukaze Masatsuki looked up in disbelief.

"You and Nanjiro were both drunk last night, but he fell asleep first, and then you kept pestering him to talk to you, and then you actually woke him up again."

Yuto Hideo recalled the scene at that time: "Renko couldn't stand you guys making such a fuss and wanted to take Nanjiro to the room to rest, but you refused and held on to Nanjiro, saying that you still had something to say to Nanjiro and that we couldn't separate..."

She turned to ask Renzi: "Is that so, Renzi?"

Renzi nodded: "Yazuki, you pointed at Nanjiro and said to me, 'Renzi, he belongs to me tonight.' To be honest, I didn't know whether you were drunk or not at that time."

Songfeng Yayue stammered, "Then, then you won't stop me?"

"What are you trying to stop? Isn't it just right for two drunks to be together?"

Fujiwara Kaede joked, "Of course, Renko is definitely worried about Nanjiro. It was only after Nanjiro said 'it's okay' that she let him go."

"Maybe it was because of your persistent attitude at that time that Mr. Nanjiro found you too annoying, so he had to agree to go with you."

Fujiwara Kaede picked up a rosy, plump, and juicy apple and bit into it. "But normally, it's okay for two drunk men like you to stay together for a night. Besides, it seems like you two get along well."

Even though he understood everything, Matsukaze Masatsuki was still not in a good mood.

Yudu Xiuyuan said with concern: "Yayue, let me bring you a bowl of hangover soup."

Songfeng Yayue waved her hand and refused: "No, I am mainly suffering from a mental blow now. I thought at that time..."

"What do you think?" Fujiwara Kaede came over and asked him.

He raised his hands to cover his face, his eyes dodging: "Nothing."

Fujiwara Kaede looked as if something had suddenly dawned on her: "Could it be that you are..."

"Don't say it!" However, his lack of confidence and aggressive attitude did not scare anyone at all.

You are such a person. Fujiwara Kaede's eyes said this.

"I didn't!" Songfeng Yayue stood up and denied loudly.

"I haven't told you what it is yet. It looks like someone is hiding something."

"you……"

Just as the two were arguing, a voice interrupted their conflict which was about to escalate.

"Renzi..."

Echizen Nanjiro came down the stairs sleepily, his body still staggering, making people worry that he might not be able to step steadily on the stairs.

Lunzi was terrified, and quickly stood up and walked towards him with rapid steps.

He himself didn't notice anything and had a very lazy attitude.

Feeling Renzi beside him, he hugged her.

After allowing him to hold her for a while, Takeuchi Junko slowly pushed him away and gently patted his face: "Wake up, Nanjiro."

Echizen Nanjiro is still lazy.

She asked softly, "Did you sleep well last night?"

"It's okay." Echizen Nanjiro couldn't help but frowned, "It's just that I always feel like there's something hard pressing against me from behind, which makes me uncomfortable."

"My body seemed to be restrained and I couldn't move."

Echizen Nanjiro recalled carefully: "It felt very hot, like being roasted by a fire. Maybe I was dreaming."

Renzi's face gradually became gloomy, and he stared at Matsukaze Masatsuki without saying a word.

Qin Yuelin didn't hold the teacup firmly in his hand and it fell on the coffee table.

Yuto Hideo opened his eyes wide in surprise.

With a "pop", the apple that Fujiwara Kaede had already bitten half of fell to the ground and rolled to the side.

"Swish", Takigawa Takasuke closed the newspaper he had not finished reading, and the cold air around him became stronger.

The smile on Renzi's face seemed unusually "gentle": "Ya Yue, what did you do to my Nanjiro last night?"