Under the leadership of Ryoma, I entered the courtyard of Echizen's house, which was a very large courtyard.

"I'm back." Ryoma took me into the house and said, and then I saw three people standing in front of me. One was a beautiful woman wearing home clothes, and the other also had dark green hair, but

It's just that his head is shorter than Ryoma's. Also, with those amber eyes, the other one should be Ryoma's father. Sure enough, they are father and son. They look very similar. They have long dark green hair.

He is a very handsome man with amber cat eyes. If I could take away the colorful shirt and the expression on his face, I would sweat to death.

"Hello, I am Atobe Yimo." A standard 90° bow, standard Japanese etiquette.

"Haha...Hello, little angel, I am Echizen Renko, you can call me Auntie Renko." Among the people who came back to their senses, the most impulsive one was this one, and they pounced on them like a bear.

"Hello, lovely lady, I am Echizen Nanjiro. You can call me Uncle Nanjiro. This is my brat, Echizen Ryuya." In the floral shirt, oh no, it was Uncle Nanjiro touching the back of his head to me.

explain.

"Smelly old man, why are you taking my words?" Echizen Ryuya stepped on Echizen Nanjiro's foot.

"Mom, please let go quickly." Ryoma saw that my face was red because Aunt Renzi was holding me back, and he quickly came up and pulled her away.

Aunt Lunzi also saw that my face was flushed from being suppressed by her, so she quickly let go and muttered: "I'm sorry, Xiao Mo, are you okay?"

"Xiao Mo, haha, it's my brother's nickname, why do you call me that? Or, I want to live on my brother's behalf, forget it, Atobu Yimo, you chose this name yourself, what right do you have to complain?

Moreover, don’t you live with your brother’s share?” I fell into my own thoughts again.

"Xiao Mo, Xiao Mo," Aunt Lunzi's voice pulled me out of my thoughts.

"Ah?! I'm fine." It was still the same smile as before, giving almost everyone present the illusion that the expression just now did not appear on her face.

"Renko, stop standing here, the food is getting cold." As I said just now, it's basically everyone, but with the keenness of a professional player like Echizen Nanjiro, how could he believe that it was his own error in judgment?

Woolen cloth?

At the dinner table, "Xiao Mo, can I ask you a question?" Under the influence of Aunt Lunzi, the other two people also changed their tune.

"Okay." I answered Uncle Nanjiro with a smile.

"Can you..." We all looked at him strangely, "Can you be my daughter?"

"Why do you say that?" I asked him strangely, after all, this was the first time we met.

"Nanjiro, how can you say that? What should I do if I scare Xiao Mo?" Hey, Aunt Renzi, don't think I didn't see it, what's the admiration in your eyes?

"The smelly old man is still madamadadane." Ryoma, don't think I didn't see the corners of your lips turning up.

"Haha, I really want Xiao Mo to be my sister. I also want to find someone to love me. Xiao Mo is just not as unkind as this brat." Long Ya, you are really generous enough.

The uh.

"I agree." Because I feel that this family may be the second family that I will rely on in the future, because the amber cat-eye symbol of their family convinces me and makes me dependent.

"Yeah! Really? Xiao Mo, that's great, I have a daughter." Aunt Lunzi hugged me excitedly, and I sat next to her. Then she said, "Xiao Mo, you should change your mind now.

Now, you’re going to call me Lunzi’s mother, hahaha.”

"Call me brother."

"Call me Nanjiro daddy."

"elder sister."

I am really happy. This is the second family in this world. Even if you are in a foreign country, you can still feel the warmth of the family. Brother, have you seen it?

The next day, early in the morning, I was dragged to their house by Longma and Longya. After breakfast, I was pulled to their backyard again.

Now I know that there is a tennis court in the backyard of Echizen's house, and there are several towering orange trees beside the court.

"Haha... You two brats, you lost again." Nanjiro's father smiled arrogantly at the two children opposite him.

"madamdadane." They both said at the same time, pulling me out of my thoughts.

"It's tennis, my brother's favorite tennis."

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Next to a tennis court, my brother had just practiced and I ran over.

"Brother." I jumped in front of Liu Mo.

"Xiao Xu." My brother stretched out his hand and ruffled my long hair, saying lovingly.

"Why does my brother like tennis so much? Is tennis fun?" I remember that's what I asked him.

"Xiao Xu, tennis is very fun. When you are playing tennis, you can forget all the worries around you and devote your whole body and mind to it. Ah, Xiao Xu, do you know what my dream is?" My brother suddenly responded.

Come and ask me.

I shook my head.

"Haha, my dream is to reach the top of my tennis career."

"Oh, then for this dream, brother must work hard." I raised my fist and said to my brother.

"Well." My brother suddenly turned to me and asked, "Xiao Xu, if one day you also want to play tennis, you must play your own tennis, the tennis that belongs to you."

"What is my tennis? And I never thought about playing tennis."

"Haha, you will understand. I think what belongs to Xiaoxu the most is artistic tennis."

However, the car accident the next day ruined the promise of the previous day.

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"If possible, brother, let me help you fulfill your dream in this life." I walked to Nanjiro's father. I already knew last night that Echizen Nanjiro is the No. 1 tennis player in the world.

"Dad Nanjiro, I want to learn tennis." I said this firmly.

"Girl, why do you want to learn tennis?" Nanjiro's father knelt down and looked at me levelly. After listening to my words, Ryoma and Ryuya also came over and looked at me strangely.

"Because I want to create my own tennis." After hearing my words, the three of them froze. What were the determination, sadness, unwillingness and longing in the girl's eyes for?

"Xiao Mo, if you want to learn tennis well and play your own style, you must first determine your own style." Nanjiro's father said to me firmly.

"Artistic tennis is my style."

“What an artistic tennis.”

At this time, Echizen Nanjiro, with his momentum at this time, was truly a man at the top of his game.
Chapter completed!