Prince of Tennis: I am actually Echizen Nanjiro

Xiang Mujue reacted immediately, but he hadn't figured out how to explain it to his father.

Nanjiro took the opportunity to move away from him, raised his head and said proudly: "Why, I can't even get close to Xiang Mu and talk to him."

Xiang Muchen Wulang glared at him: "Don't lead him astray."

Echizen Nanjiro frowned and became angry: "Am I the source of pollution? Humph."

Xiang Mujue quickly came over to smooth things over: "Mr. Nanjiro, father didn't mean that. He was just joking with you. Look, father specially made your favorite tomato beef soup."

Echizen Nanjiro glanced at the table and saw that there was tomato beef soup.

This Tatsugoro, when I asked him at first, said no.

Liar. But I am not angry anymore.

Xiang Mujue also noticed it, and smiled as he took him to sit on the sofa.

Mr. Nanjiro is very delicate and needs to be coaxed well.

Echizen Ryoma came out of the bathroom.

It felt clean and refreshing, and Echizen Nanjiro felt much more comfortable seeing it.

Although it is good for boys to be a little casual and unrestrained, being clean and tidy is also a plus.

"Xiang Mu, go ahead."

"it is good."

Because I was sweating all over, I kept my distance from Mr. Nanjiro.

Although Mr. Nanjiro doesn't care, I can't help but care.

As soon as Echizen Ryoma came out, Echizen Nanjiro seemed very excited.

"Little prince, come here and be my pillow." He opened his arms with a joking look on his face.

Echizen Ryoma didn't want to pay attention to him and sat on a chair in front of the dining table waiting for dinner to start.

Echizen Nanjiro looked disappointed: "Ryoma, come and play with me."

"You only know how to play. You are such a grown-up but you don't do any serious work." Xiang Muchen Wulang scolded him again with a cold face, "Fortunately, Longma is not like you."

She turned around and smiled at Longma with a loving look, "Longma, you must be hungry. The meal is ready. I'll serve you a bowl and you can eat first."

Echizen Nanjiro was not going to accept this. Hey, the old guy had two faces.

While eating, Nanjiro's eyes were full of greed as he looked at the delicious and spicy mouth-watering chicken on the white porcelain plate.

I didn’t expect that Tatsugoro is quite talented in cooking.

He just gave a Chinese cookbook to Chen Goro, and Chen Goro basically realized his beautiful vision.

As it turns out, I love it.

Xiang Mujue chuckled and passed the chicken leg to him: "Mr. Nanjiro, eat more."

"Thank you, Xiang Mu." He happily went to eat the chicken leg.

"You...ah..." Xiang Muchen Wulang shook his head in disappointment.

Forget it, there is no point in saying more. This person is destined to have no future.

Fortunately, there is still Ryoma to rely on, otherwise he would never let Echizen Nanjiro go easily.

Echizen Ryoma had long given up on this stupid father, so he didn't have much emotional fluctuation. He picked up another chicken leg and put it on the empty plate in front of Nanjiro.

"Thank you, Ryoma." He didn't even look up and continued to struggle with the chicken leg.

There is no cure.

Tatsugoro gave up his last hope on Echizen Nanjiro and served him a bowl of tomato beef soup in a bad mood.

Eat, eat, eat more, until you die of fullness.

After eating and drinking, everyone rested and chatted for a while. Only under Ryoma's constant urging did Echizen Nanjiro happily set out on his journey home.

After seeing off this playful, laughing, dancing and noisy guest, the Xiang Mu family suddenly became quiet.

Nanjiro is such a troublemaker.

Xiang Muchen Wulang breathed a sigh of relief and felt a lot more at ease.

What's strange is that it's also accompanied by a sense of emptiness and discomfort.

This Nanjiro is also strange. It's neither likable nor dislikeable.

When he's around, I think he's noisy; when he's not around, I feel he's lonely.

I guess I've been led in a strange way by him.

It's really a source of pollution.

Xiang Mujue was clearing the dishes on the table, Chen Wulang waved his hand: "Let me do it, you go and have a rest."

"Dad, I can do this. I'll go to rest after I'm done."

It turns out that one’s own children are more caring.

He nodded repeatedly with satisfaction. This son was not raised in vain.

Xiang Mujue looked at the few remaining dishes on the table and said with a smile, "Mr. Nanjiro has finished all the tomato beef soup. It seems that he really likes it. He likes spicy food, but he can't stand it if it's too spicy. Dad, put less pepper and chili in the mouth-watering chicken next time."

"Mr. Nanjiro loves sweets. I'll run to the store after I finish cleaning up and buy some ice cream and the like for the freezer. There isn't much left at home."

Mr. Nanjiro could actually eat three or four ice creams at a time, and this was despite his best efforts to stop him.

He was willing to follow Mr. Nanjiro's instructions, but he would never let him do what he wanted when it came to his health.

Unconsciously, Tatsugoro stopped smiling and his eyes gradually became calm: "Did you buy the potato chips at home too?"

Xiang Mujue didn't notice his tone had changed, and naively thought his father was worried about his greed, so he explained, "I don't eat them. Those snacks at home are prepared for Mr. Nanjiro. He likes them."

He had no idea what kind of earth-shattering storm Xiang Muchen Wulang was experiencing in his heart at this moment.

Scenes after scenes emerged clearly in my mind. What seemed normal in the past now seemed increasingly difficult to explain.

Since when did Ajue's gaze always follow the direction of that person?

Why are his eyes so bright like the rising sun? What good thing would make him always have a smile on his lips?

He was not a man who showed his emotions easily, but he would often stare blankly in confusion and chuckle out loud.

He stroked Nanjiro's long hair, he held Nanjiro's hand tightly, his desire to get closer was clearly visible.

Why didn’t I think of it earlier!

What Ajue did was no longer just worship, but...

Chen Wulang sat on the chair tiredly. He had this suspicion, but he couldn't say it directly in front of Ajue: "Ajue, don't you think you are too good to Nanjiro?"

Did Ajue himself realize the uniqueness of his feelings for Nanjiro?

Tatsugoro is still not sure about this. It is best not to alert the enemy.

There's no need to pay attention to Nanjiro. He's just an idiot and he doesn't have any strange thoughts about his own son.

If he dares to do so, I will give him a severe lesson and then completely break off all ties with him.

The key is A Jue's mood and thoughts.

It would be best if I could subtly and quietly pull A Jue back to the right path from the wrong path, so that everyone will be happy.

Xiang Mujue didn't hear the hidden meaning in his words. He simply thought that his father was jealous, so he smiled and asked, "Do you think I treat you badly?"

"Mr. Nanjiro is someone I respect very much, and you know that."

"Besides, he has a pure character, treats people sincerely, and has a gentle and kind personality..."

Chen Wulang interrupted him: "Alright, alright..."

If I let him continue talking, I'm afraid he wouldn't use the same words of praise for half an hour.

Every time we talk about Nanjiro, this kid becomes extremely talkative.

He was really blind for not seeing the signs earlier, otherwise it would have been much easier if he had just pinched the tree directly.

Nanjiro and Ajue. He couldn't help but care about these two people.

One is stupid, the other is my biological child.

What can I do? Blame myself.

Ah Jue, my son, why do you like Nanjiro when there are so many people you can like? You are trying to kill me.

Thinking of Nanjiro's lazy and unambitious behavior, Tatsugoro almost vomited blood.

His A Jue was definitely blind. Instead of pursuing a beautiful young girl, he focused all his attention on Nanjiro, an old man who had no charm at all.

He just knows how to make a few delicious cakes, right?

Isn't it just that he looks okay and not ugly? There are not many people who are better looking than him.

Isn't it just a few gentle and sweet words to make you happy? Are you so easily fooled?

Tell me, Ajue, do you really need to do that?

No, if he keeps thinking about it he's going to have a cerebral hemorrhage.

Nanjiro! Tatsugoro gritted his teeth.

I treated you as a brother, but you became my son's sweetheart!

What the hell is this!

No, we must not let these two people continue to interact with each other. We have to temporarily cut off the connection between them.

If this relationship continues to heat up, it will be difficult to deal with.

In an instant, he had figured out what kind of sharp knife he would use to cut through this mess.

"Ajue, when are you going back to Germany?"

"Maybe after a while." Xiang Mujue paused for a moment, then smiled as if to cover up, "Didn't you always urge me to go home before? This is a good opportunity for me to accompany you a little longer."

Tatsugoro turned his back to him and sighed deeply: "You have been here for quite some time."

"Ajue, don't waste your youth. If you still have things you want to accomplish, get yourself in order and get ready to set off."

Xiang Mujue lowered his head and replied after a while: "Yes, father."

He understood what his father meant. Now that he had emerged from the haze, he naturally had to adapt to the sunshine as soon as possible.

The reason why he was reluctant to leave was naturally because he had formed a new and important bond here.

He is nostalgic for his current stable life, but he also knows that this leisurely and peaceful life is not something he can fully enjoy now.

Although Mr. Minamijiro never said it explicitly, I think he hoped that he could recover as soon as possible and return to the tennis court.

Can't let him down.

It's time to leave.

His son has always been sensible and reasonable, which is something that Tatsugoro is very satisfied with.

After hearing the answer I wanted, although I still felt a little relieved, at least I had some peace of mind.

That's not right. It feels like I've done something wrong.

I'm clearly doing this for Ajue's own good, so why do I feel like I'm playing the villain?

To separate two people who love each other?

As people get older, their minds become confused, so he should go to bed early.

Lying on the bed, Xiang Mujue didn't feel sleepy at all.

He missed Mr. Nanjiro very much.

It's a bit funny. We had just had dinner together happily, but not long after Mr. Nanjiro left, I couldn't help but miss him again.

He didn't seem satisfied with occasional meetings.

He seemed to...want to be with Mr. Nanjiro all the time.

Would such a feeling seem incredible to ordinary people?

He has a feeling similar to attachment to Mr. Nanjiro.

When they first met, Mr. Nanjiro's gentleness healed the scars in his heart.

Perhaps Mr. Nanjiro himself is not aware that he has some kind of warm and bright powerful force in him, but everyone around him can feel it.

Alas, that’s why we are recruiting so many people.

Thinking of this, Xiang Mujue couldn't help but let out a bitter smile.

There's no way that when he leaves this time and comes back, Mr. Nanjiro will have run away with someone else.

Uh... I hope this won't happen.

Mrs. Renko, Ryoma, you must keep a close eye on Mr. Nanjiro.

I was originally in a depressed mood, but when I thought of Mr. Nanjiro, I became comfortable, relaxed and at ease.

"Mr. Nanjiro, wish me good luck."

He stretched out his hand and gently stroked the bright moonlight that flowed silently in from the window, as if it were a tangible thing.