Prince of Tennis: I am actually Echizen Nanjiro

When Xiang Muchen Wulang heard the doorbell ring, he knew he was coming.

After opening the door, I saw Nanjiro carrying two super large food boxes. They looked very heavy and weighed heavily on his hands. As he walked over, the sun exposed him to a thin layer of sweat on his face.

He didn't think it was bitter, but smiled happily.

Xiang Muchenwulang took the heavy object from his hand, and haha, it was indeed very heavy.

Echizen Nanjiro suddenly felt relieved and shook his sore hands: "I'm so tired."

"Wait, I'll get you a drink from the fridge."

"I want lemonade."

"Row."

I gave him some lemon juice and he gulped it down in less than five seconds.

"You're welcome to come, and you can bring whatever you want, but there's no need to bring so much. Do you think our family has reached the point of being penniless and without even a grain of food, and that we need your full support?"

It's not easy to scold him, after all, he worked so hard to bring it to you.

But if I don't say a few words to him, I can't hold it in. How stupid.

Xiang Muchen Wulang was convinced by him.

"You said so. The snacks I made are delicious, so I thought of bringing some more for you and Xiang Mu."

After resting for a while, he pointed to a large box and said, "There are dumplings with pork, celery and three fresh fillings, as well as wontons, black sesame rice balls and freshly rolled noodles. You can put them in the freezer and cook them when you want to eat them."

"The other one is filled with various snacks, including sweet-scented osmanthus cake, rose cake, green plum cake, etc. Of course, I haven't forgotten your favorite purple sweet potato and taro cake. You should eat these as soon as possible. They won't taste good if they are left for too long."

"As for the glutinous rice dumplings with red bean filling, we don't have any at home. I'll bring them to you next time I make them."

Xiang Muchen Wulang interrupted him and said, "I have everything at home. If you want to come over in the future, just come by yourself. Don't bring anything. Otherwise, don't even think about entering my house."

Echizen Nanjiro snorted, "I didn't bring this for you. Jue has worked hard for my Ryoma, so I have to show my appreciation. I didn't just give him money but sent him some food, which is already good enough. What else do you want?"

He shook his head at Mu Chen Wu Lang and said, "Please don't send me any more gifts. My Ah Jue is a professional player. It's already very unreasonable for him to stay at home during this period of time. Add to that the gifts you sent me, and I'm almost ruining my body management."

"You are exaggerating too much. I think Ajue is fine. Chen Goro, please stop exaggerating." Echizen Nanjiro didn't want to argue with him, so he changed the subject and asked, "When will they come back?"

Xiang Muchen Wulang glanced at the clock on the wall: "It's still early. It's almost three o'clock now. They won't be back for dinner until at least five o'clock. How about I give them a call?"

"No, they are busy. Even if you call them, Xiang Mu probably won't see them. Besides, there is no need. They are young, so it's better to mind them as little as possible. Just let them be."

"You are quite open-minded."

Xiang Muchen Wulang didn't say anything more to him, knowing that this person was most afraid of being annoyed. Things he didn't want to hear went in one ear and out the other. His stubborn attitude was maddening.

"Still the same as usual today, stay at my house for dinner?"

"Isn't this obvious? Every time I come to your house I have to eat a meal before I leave."

You know what, the food you get for free is so delicious that after one meal you’ll want more.

"Okay, I'll cook a few more dishes today and have dinner together when the two kids come back. By the way, will Renzi and Nanako come?"

Echizen Nanjiro was chewing potato chips that he had found from somewhere, saying, "Nanako stayed at a friend's house today and called to say she won't be back. Renko was also dragged away by a good friend to plan a birthday party."

"So I have no choice but to come to you, old friend?"

Echizen Nanjiro winked at him mischievously.

Xiang Muchen Wulang knew that this guy must have come to him because no one wanted to play with him.

Never mind, just take him in for dinner.

Although this guy is not very realistic, Longma is actually a good kid.

"But is Karubin okay with Longma? He won't get lost, right?" Xiang Muchen Wulang asked worriedly.

"It's okay, Kalubin is very smart. Besides, Sakurano is watching today, so there's no need to worry."

"Sakurano, she must be Ryuzaki's granddaughter." He remembered the girl who came to his shop with Ryoma to exchange the tennis racket net. She had two pigtails and was very innocent and cute.

"Yes." Echizen Nanjiro gossiped with a smile, "I'm just telling you about this, don't tell anyone else, Sakurano may be my future daughter-in-law."

"Hey, Chen Goro, do you think these two little guys are a good match?"

Xiang Muchen Wulang stared at him for a long while: "I think..."

"what?"

"You're nosy."

“……”It seems that I can no longer have fun with you as a like-minded friend.

Looking at Echizen Nanjiro who was eating potato chips happily, Tatsugoro brought him a glass of boiled water.

"Thank you for taking care of Ajue these days, Nanjiro."

This serious attitude made Nanjiro at a loss as to what to do: "I didn't do anything, at most I just made some delicious food for him, haha, please don't praise me, I can't help it."

Xiang Muchen Wulang silently stated in his heart:

You have the power to heal people. You can give them hope and courage to move forward.

Even the most timid person in the world, looking at your figure and the encouraging smile on your face, will dare to fight hard without regard for his life.

Of course, Xiang Muchen Wulang would never say these words. Firstly, they sounded too corny, and secondly, he didn't want to see Nanjiro getting carried away.

This person really couldn't help but praise him, saying that the tail behind him could reach the sky.

But his own son, like a man blinded by greed, treats him as an idol and worships him to no end.

If Ajue had developed a yearning for Nanjiro before because he had never met him, I could understand it. But now Ajue clearly knows what kind of person he is, and he still blindly thinks that he is the most powerful person in the world who cannot be found in the sky or on the earth. What else could this be but a cat cake?

I have mentioned it to him several times, either indirectly or directly, hoping to let him know that Nanjiro is not perfect.

But Xiang Mujue still did his own thing and didn't listen to the advice of his old father at all.

Why is it that my son, who has always been smart and clever, is so stupid only when it comes to Nanjiro?

Tatsugoro got angry a few times and asked stubbornly, "Nanjiro is no longer a professional player and can't even play tennis anymore. Why do you still like him?"

His son was silent for a while, and finally told him seriously: "He is my lifelong dream."

Oh, what's the big deal?

The tone of voice and the gentle sigh on his face made him intuitively feel that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what the specific problem was. He could only attribute the reason to the fact that Ajue really admired him very much.

Thinking of this, he sighed helplessly to Echizen Nanjiro: "Ajue is still the same as when he was a kid, obsessed with you."

Echizen Nanjiro rolled his eyes and said, "Who do you think did this?"

Xiang Muchen Wulang knew that he was in the wrong, so he smiled and said no more, and went to the kitchen to prepare the dishes.

Echizen Nanjiro asked casually, "Do you need help?"

This is just a polite remark. He just wants to eat, drink, have fun and lie down.

Xiang Muchen Wulang understood his thoughts and said resignedly, "No, just don't make trouble."

Tsk, how can you talk like that?

It's really rude to the guests.

He shouted: "I want to eat pickled fish, tomato beef soup, green pepper beef and..."

Tatsugoro's voice, suppressed with anger, came from the kitchen: "We don't have any of these!"

"Then..." Echizen Nanjiro wanted to struggle again.

"If you want to eat for free, shut up!"

"Oh." If you don't want to say anything, then don't say anything. Why are you so fierce? Humph.

Ah, another big piece of potato chips, crunchy...

Time passed quickly, and at 5:15, the two boys came back.

As soon as he saw the figure on the sofa, Xiang Mujue's face immediately flashed a dazzling smile: "Mr. Nanjiro."

His enthusiastic attitude towards Nanjiro undoubtedly made someone feel jealous.

Xiang Muchen Wulang carried the dishes and placed them on the table without any hesitation: "Mr. Nanjiro is right there when you walk in. Do you still have your father in your eyes?"

Xiang Mu Jue and Nan Jiro smiled at each other.

"Dad, thank you for preparing a sumptuous dinner for us. You have worked hard."

"That's more like it. Wait, the dishes haven't been served yet."

Both children were sweating profusely and their clothes were soaked.

Echizen Nanjiro felt very distressed, but at the same time he admired their perseverance.

There are shortcuts to success, you can rely on external factors such as luck, but there is no shortcut if you want to become stronger yourself. You can only achieve success by constantly tempering yourself in difficult situations.

Although he dotes on his children very much, he also knows his limits.

As long as it is something they really want to do, he will not stop them.

But I really felt sorry for them, so I hurriedly brought two clean, snow-white towels to wipe the sweat off their faces.

Echizen Ryoma took the towel and wiped his sweat, then walked to the bathroom and said calmly, "I'm going to take a shower."

Haha, it seems like this kid has completely treated the Xiang Mu family as his own home.

Echizen Nanjiro immediately wanted to go over and have a good talk with him, but was stopped by Xiang Mujue without a trace.

"Ryoma has been training very hard today, so let him relax for a while, Mr. Nanjiro."

Looking at the perfect, sunny young man in front of him, Echizen Nanjiro sighed deeply in his heart: Sure enough, all the good children are from other people's families.

He took a towel to wipe the sweat off Xiang Mu's forehead, and complained about his troublesome cat prince: "If Long Ma was half as good as you, I don't know how much worry I would have to worry about."

"It's better not to worry."

Echizen Nanjiro was confused and asked, "What do you mean?"

Xiang Mu Jue smiled and said, "After you stop worrying, you will care less."

"Haha, I didn't expect you, Xiang Mu, to be so cunning." Echizen Nanjiro was amused by his point of view, "But that's not right. No matter whether the child is worry-free or not, parents will always care about their children."

He glanced in the direction of the kitchen, moved closer to Xiang Mujue and whispered, "If Chen Wulang heard you say this, he would definitely think you were complaining that he didn't care about you enough."

Xiang Mu Jue lowered his head and looked at him.

When the eyes blink, they are like petals spreading out after the rain, fresh, light and tender.

Is it possible for a man who is almost forty to still be so handsome?

He held tightly the hand of Echizen Nanjiro that was wiping his sweat and leaning against his cheek, and stared at him blankly.

"Ok?"

What does Xiang Mu mean by this? I don't understand.

After thinking about it, considering the above situation...

Oh, I see. Xiang Mu is just acting like a spoiled child to me.

But as a boy, it’s hard to say it out loud for fear of being laughed at.

So cute.

In this way, he rationalized Xiang Mujue's unreasonable behavior.

Although I am often told that I act like a child, I am an adult after all; no matter how much these children are praised for being steady and generous, they are still children after all.

After all, I have to take care of them a little more.

Thinking of this, Nanjiro felt extremely satisfied and his expression became proud.

Rely on me as much as you can, you young people who have not yet grown up and need protection.

Xiang Muchen Wulang was standing at the kitchen door holding a plate of braised fish. He looked at them with a sullen face and said, "What are you doing?"