Coach, I want to learn this!

"Brother Jams, Klee wants to host a pajama party tonight~"

Klee hugged Jams' arm and gently swayed it, using her soft, adorable voice, "We can invite Captain Jean, Sister Eula, Lisa... and everyone else."

"Well..."

Jams furrowed his brows slightly. Although hosting pajama parties often harms one's physical and mental well-being, what harm could a small sacrifice for Klee bring?

"I think it's possible. I'll prepare several sets of sexy pajamas..."

"Forget about it!"

Amber glared at Klee, the little spy, and said in a displeased tone, "Eula is on a mission at Dragonspine, Captain Jean is dealing with the dragon calamity, and Lisa is busy investigating the residual energy in the Four Winds Temples... In short, don't even think about hosting a 'colorful' party!"

"Tsk, you, little knight, your thoughts are so impure. Did I ever mention a 'colorful' party?"

Jams directly wrapped his arm around Amber's fragrant shoulder and used his other hand to mess up her beautiful chestnut-colored hair.

"Wow, stop it! You scoundrel! Both of my ears heard you mention a 'colorful' party! Your eyes betrayed you!"

Although Amber was not weak, close-quarters combat was no match for Jams. Once he embraced her, she became a lamb waiting to be cuddled.

"My eyes betrayed me... That's nonsense. Is it really that obvious?"

Jams took out a small mirror from his pocket and looked at himself.

His face remained handsome and fair, and his eyes still held a clear and innocent gaze, purer than milk.

"Tsk, what bad intentions could I possibly have? Clearly, it's you who sees people through colored glasses. Apologize quickly, or don't blame me for my rough play!"

Jams held the mirror in front of Amber, allowing her to see her slightly flushed and somewhat embarrassed pretty face.

"Now it's just making you blush. If you dare say a single word I don't want to hear, well, hm... Amber, you don't want to roll your eyes and stick out your tongue in front of so many people, do you?"

"Mmm, are you a devil?"

Even if Amber was unwilling, she instantly lost the courage to challenge Jams.

Because she knew Jams was a man of his word and showed no mercy to anyone, no matter how delicate or beautiful!

"Wu... Can't I apologize? Let go already."

"If you had done that earlier, wouldn't it have been better? From now on, watch your tone when talking to me."

Jams rubbed Amber's "bunny head" and found the texture quite pleasing, so he continued to rub.

"Hmph, you are whatever you say..."

Amber gritted her teeth, like a frustrated little rabbit. However, her eyes were filled with helplessness, and she dared not retort.

Snickering

Lumine, Noelle, and Barbara couldn't help but cover their mouths and chuckle at Amber's pitiful appearance, infuriating Amber even more.

"..."

Squeak, squeak!

But it wasn't just Amber who was irritated by the situation near the Fruit Wine Lake. Most of Mondstadt's male population seemed to have swallowed a big lemon, sour to their bones.

What happened to the fishing competition?

Did we come here to witness this?

Did we come to see Fisher Nantuck annihilate the pretty boy Jams?

One blond young man couldn't bear it any longer and raised his arm, shouting to Nantuck, who was fishing on the other side, "Nantuck, we're all on your side, don't disappoint us!"

"That's right, justice will prevail over evil! Let that pretty boy be defeated by the beautiful girls!"

"Nantuck, go for it!"

"..."

Nantuck heard the crowd's cheers and silently lowered his straw hat, concealing his expression from others.

A drop of envy rolled down his cheek.

He had also been discreetly observing the commotion around Jams earlier.

Jams' sweet interaction with the beautiful girls, their laughter and joy, all felt like knives piercing Nantuck's heart.

It's all about them, and I have nothing.

"These women only slow down my fishing... I have to win this competition and show them the true face of Jams, the scumbag."

He quietly pumped himself up, imagining a scene where he tramples Jams under his feet, feeling his blood boiling!

"Bro, just focus on fishing. There's no need for personal attacks, right?"

With his keen hearing, Jams overheard Nantuck's muttered words and immediately became unhappy.

Why am I a scumbag?

Scumbags are passive, non-committal, and irresponsible. But I, Jams, am proactive and responsible. How can I be called a scumbag?

"Brother Jams."

Klee suddenly reached out her small hand and pinched Jams' cheek, saying in a sweet and milky voice, "Brother Jams is the best. He's not a scumbag."

"Hey hey hey, Klee knows me the best."

Jams ruffled Klee's head and then looked at Nantuck, not in a good mood. "In any case, personal attacks are not right. I think we should deduct points for that. Let's settle this competition by 'quantity' instead of 'quality.'"

"You're being delusional!"

Nantuck was so angry that he almost snapped his beloved fishing rod in half. He angrily retorted, "If you don't have the skills to compete with me, just say it directly. Don't bring up these irrelevant things. If you think I attacked you personally, then go ahead and attack me back!"

"I am a gentle and easygoing person. I don't have the mood to argue with you."

Jams didn't want to attack, but he feared that once he opened his mouth, he wouldn't be able to hold back. Accidentally spraying Nantuck to death wouldn't be good.

After all, he was a traveler!

After browsing various forums, Tieba, and chat groups, he knew that if he took things too seriously, even if the heavens came, he would still be ridiculed.

"You!"

Nantuck felt a lump in his throat when he heard Jams' words about being gentle and easygoing.

He really wanted to engage in a lively argument with Jams, but Jams clearly didn't care about him, and that made him feel miserable!

What opponents find most unacceptable is not being overwhelmed by strength, but being underestimated.

"I will definitely win this competition and achieve a glorious comeback!"

"Good, keep up the pace. Don't stop, it would be even better if you end up killing yourself with milk."

Jams nodded with a smile, completely ignoring Nantuck's bold words. He even hoped that Nantuck would say more.

"..."

Nantuck was instantly filled with anger, his blood pressure rising. However, he couldn't say anything offensive.

After all, Jams' words were still considered gentle and easygoing. If Nantuck lost his temper, it would be unbecoming.

"Calm down, I must calm down... Forcibly seizing a brother's property, secretly helping outsiders seize a brother's property, divine punishment with five thunders..."

Just as Nantuck was silently reciting the rules of the fishing association in his mind, he suddenly heard a commotion from Jams' side.

He saw Noelle, Barbara, Amber, and a few others produce a lunchbox from nowhere and present it to Jams with affectionate looks.

Noelle: "Jams, this is the potato pancake I made for you. Eat some to replenish your energy."

Barbara: "Jams, this is the sweet flower wine I made for you. It may taste ordinary, but I made it with care..."

Amber: "Captain Jean doesn't have time to cook for you, so she asked me to help pack a boxed meal from the Knights of Favonius restaurant. It tastes decent."

Lumine also took out a deerskin wine flask, her face slightly flushed. "This is the new fruit wine brewed by Dawn Winery. It tastes pretty good. I saved some for you."

"You guys..."

Jams was deeply moved.

Then he turned his head and said to the stunned Nantuck, "Take a look, being a scumbag is not easy. I have to eat multiple servings every time, and even on Valentine's Day, I have to watch multiple movies... Thankfully, there are no movie theaters or Valentine's Day in Teyvat. Sigh, heavy is the head that wears the crown..."

It was a blatant, naked sarcasm!

Not only Nantuck, but the men who were watching also felt a mix of envy, jealousy, and resentment. They had the impulse to kneel down and hold Jams' thigh, saying, "Coach, I want to learn this!"