[Comprehensive] This guardian is a bit sad

Tezuka, who was still fighting hard in the tie-break just now, was silently scolded bloody by his attending doctor.

"Didn't I tell you when I came for the review last time! Be sure to avoid strenuous exercise!"

"Look at how swollen your arm is?!"

"If you continue like this, let alone playing tennis, you may not even be able to hold a racket in the future!"

Listening to the constant roars coming from inside, Yameng, who was standing outside the ward waiting, couldn't help but shook his head, and couldn't help muttering: "The doctors nowadays are really irritable..."

"Hmph, it's puzzling to hide your injury and run to the game and keep hitting balls that put a burden on your elbow." Qingfeng sneered, "But your little boy can really bear it. It wasn't caused in a short time, if he was discovered later, maybe his arm would really be useless."

After hearing Aomine's words, Yameng's expression was a little sullen. Although what the other party said was a bit ugly, it was indeed true. It was just seeing Tezuka's arm hurt like that for the victory of a game. Although he can accept it, he still feels a little annoyed emotionally, annoyed why he didn't stop when he found out the injury on the other party's arm that day.

But judging from this result, even if he stopped it at that time, it might not have any effect. This person has given up too much for the victory and the promise with his senior.

The people around him suddenly stopped moving. Qingfeng glanced at it with some concern. Seeing Yameng's depressed look, Qingfeng became even more depressed, because the injured guy in the ward came to the hospital with him. The other party was even made to feel bad by the fact that he said in a moment of unhappiness.

Uh, how can I ease the atmosphere at this time...

"Cough, I was just talking casually just now...don't pay too much attention to it." Qingfeng scratched his head, his tone was full of awkwardness, "Anyway, if you hurt your arm, you can still treat it, the current level of medical treatment is so advanced... Anyway Cheer up! Last time I abused you like a dog in the street basketball court, I didn't see you looking depressed now!"

"...I would still be very touched if I didn't add the last sentence."

Yameng twitched the corners of his mouth, he actually believed that this black skin would comfort people just now.

"Hmph, compared to the sullen look just now, I'm very energetic now." Qingfeng folded his arms and sat on the rest chair, he was relieved imperceptibly when he saw that Yameng had returned to his original state. But when he remembered that the reason why the other party's mood changed just now was because of that guy in the ward, Qingfeng couldn't help feeling depressed again.

If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have accompanied him here to suffer this kind of crime...

Sitting down next to Qingfeng, Yameng said: "It's not enough to be depressed, it's better to say that I have some regrets."

"Ah? Regret what?"

"At that time, I didn't persuade him to treat his arm first, and then go to the game after he fully recovered... Ah, no, I obviously persuaded him that day. It was this guy who ignored my words."

Qingfeng's face paused, and he looked at Yameng with some doubts, "You already knew that there was something wrong with his arm?"

"Well, I found out when I visited Tezuka's house with my mother, but that day he even dragged his injured arm to compete with the juniors in the ministry. Are you angry?!" Thinking of what happened that day Shi Yameng became angry for a while.

Qingfeng didn't respond, but just let out an inexplicable "hmm", and then leaned back on the back of the chair and closed his eyes to rest.

No wonder he ran over when that guy covered his shoulders and half knelt down... So he knew it a long time ago.

Unaware of the strange state of the people next to Dao at this time, Yameng's attention was attracted by Tezuka and Oishi who walked out of the ward.

"How is it?" Seeing the two people coming out, Yameng immediately stood up and glanced nervously at Tezuka's bandaged arm.

"It has been treated urgently, and the swelling of the arm has subsided a lot, but the next period of time must be treated well." Deputy Minister Dashi took the lead, and then looked at Tezuka beside him with some blame, "This time I really scared everyone, Tezuka. It is really irrational to insist on playing even though you know your arm has not fully recovered. Just now Dr. Matsuda also said that if you carry out high-load training next, your arm will be damaged. It’s very likely that you won’t be able to lift it up again.”

Oishi babbled and told Tezuka what needs to be paid attention to in the next treatment. Obviously the doctor had already described it in detail just now, but he still repeated it worryingly.

Tezuka's face showed no impatience at all, and he listened quietly to Oishi's nagging all the time, but Yameng couldn't help laughing in his heart after seeing it.

"I'm really sorry, but I've troubled senior to come here with us." After giving instructions, Dashi turned around and bowed down to Yameng to express his sincere thanks.

"It's nothing, there's no need to apologize. I also want to thank you for insisting on accompanying Guoguang to the hospital for reexamination." Yameng waved his hand hurriedly, and he still has a good impression of this extremely responsible deputy minister.

"Because I was always worried that there would be something wrong with Tezuka's arm...it turned out like this." Oishi sighed, "I just heard that you are Tezuka's friend, if possible, I really hope that you can... ..."

The two people over there have been seriously discussing Tezuka's next treatment process, while I pushed the glasses on the bridge of my nose with some helplessness, and there was a helplessness in my eyes behind the lenses.

Aomine, who was sitting quietly on the chair beside him, half-closed his eyelids as if he was asleep, but clapped his hands impatiently with his folded hands.

Because there were still affairs to be dealt with in the ministry, Oishi left the hospital in a hurry after explaining to Tezuka, and took a few medicine patches from the doctor. Tezuka, Yameng, and Aomine also left the hospital together.

"Now you can finally relax, that little pillar in your department won the last game." Looking at Tezuka's tightly wrapped arm, Yameng teased.

"Ah, Echizen did a good job." Tezuka nodded, his voice still calm.

"...Who wants to hear this kind of answer." Yameng slumped his shoulders, this guy's focus was completely skewed.

With dark brown eyes drooping, Tezuka let out a long breath as he faced Yameng's face with a helpless smile, his tone sounded calm but mixed with a sigh, "I'm really sorry for making you worry. , It’s rare to watch a game, but I didn’t win it.”

"...I have said that I don't want to hear this kind of answer." Yameng said sullenly.

Tezuka clearly remembered that when his arm was so painful that he could hardly bear to half-kneel, the pink figure that appeared in the front row of the spectator seats for the first time made him suppress the pain in his arm for a while.

Recalling the panic that flashed across the boy's face at that time, Tezuka raised his right hand and placed it on Yameng's head, gently rubbing the soft pink hair on the top of his hair. He has always wanted to do this.

"Ah, I'll win it back next time." Tezuka whispered, the corner of his mouth curved into a slight arc.

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After sending Tezuka on the bus, Yameng and Aomine went to the tram station together.Along the way, Yameng chatted with Qingfeng about today's game one after another. Compared with the slightly relaxed Yameng, Qingfeng's reaction was much colder. Except for "ah", "oh", "Is that so "Besides there was a long silence.

Even if Yameng didn't take his mind off, he also noticed Qingfeng's absent-minded state at this time.He couldn't help but stop before he was about to reach the station, and Qingfeng, who was following behind, almost bumped into Yameng who stopped suddenly.

"Why didn't you leave all of a sudden?" Qingfeng asked suspiciously.

Yameng turned around, looked at Qingfeng up and down, and said slowly, "Since I was in the hospital just now, I felt that there was something wrong with you, because I just paid attention to Guoguang's injury. I can't take care of you, so I'm losing my temper now? Are you a primary school student?"

"... After hearing this kind of speculation, I really want to beat you up."

Seeing Qingfeng's darkened face... Well, although it is no different from usual, Yameng still couldn't help laughing, "Hahahaha, just kidding, how could you really do such a naive thing."

"..." Qingfeng, who really had this reason, just felt very tired now.

The two walked towards the station side by side, looking at the sunset glow covering the sky, Yameng said: "So, is it you who are depressed now? There must be a reason, tell me quickly and let me be happy .”

"Believe it or not, I'm going to throw you in the trash can over there right now, you bastard."

"Hey, just talking casually." Yameng patted Qingfeng's shoulder and said with a smile, "So what is it? It can't be because watching today's game made you want to play tennis, right?"

"How is it possible." Qingfeng snorted coldly, "It's just that I know a lot today...so my mind is a little confused now."

"You know? Ah, it's not what I said to you while watching the game, is it?"

Qingfeng fell silent again, and Yameng touched his nose in embarrassment when he saw this, "Then what... you asked me to say it, so I don't care what are you still struggling with... No, it depends on you My personality has already laughed at me eight hundred times when I heard this kind of thing, ah, is it because I am surprised by my sexuality?" After thinking about it, Yameng can only think of this reason.

Seeing Qingfeng's hesitation and hesitation, Yameng further implemented the idea just now. He quite understood Qingfeng's reaction after knowing this kind of incident. In order not to scare his friend, Yameng comforted him: "Don't worry. Lah, I'm not hungry enough to attack my good friend, so how do we get along with each other in the future."

Hearing Yameng's answer, Qingfeng wanted to spit out a mouthful of blood. The inexplicable illusion of being issued a friend card made him want to shake the bastard's shoulder and shout in his ear——

You bastard, you are the one to start! Who wants to be your good friend? Hurry up and forget that man who is four or five years older than you and look back carefully. I, labor and management, like you, an idiot! ! !

No matter how broken his heart was, Qingfeng in reality just stared at Yameng fiercely with his eyes hanging.

Obviously on the court, he has always been straightforward and doesn't stick to the rules, but in the face of this kind of thing, he inexplicably twitched, but this guy still didn't know it.

"What's the matter with you?" Ya Meng wondered, why did this guy have so many veins on his forehead?

"...It's nothing." It took Qingfeng a long time to respond aggrievedly, "Let's go, there will be no trams any later."

Qingfeng gritted his teeth and walked over Yameng, making Yameng behind him confused.

"The tram won't stop operating until night..." Yameng couldn't help muttering, "Ah! Wait for me!"

The two lived in opposite directions, so they got on different trams. Along the way, Yameng was thinking about Qingfeng's hesitant and complicated appearance before leaving.

I always feel like I have something to say...

After getting off the tram, Yameng happened to see a poster of a new dessert shop posted in front of the station, thinking that he would reward the four sweethearts who helped him take care of Yashi later, so Yameng simply walked towards the place marked on the poster Go, just in time to buy some desserts to go back, those little guys and Ash should be very happy.

The location of this dessert shop is not far from the station, in a garden in the middle of the street. Because it was already evening, many office workers who had finished their day's work passed by and rushed to the station.

There are many children around, pulling their parents and running happily towards the park, and the laughter full of childishness and vitality can be heard everywhere. I can't help but be infected by this atmosphere, and Yameng gradually relaxes, thinking about having a good time. Enjoy this rare comfort.

In the next second, this relaxed mood was immediately broken.

All the laughter and laughter around stopped suddenly, and Yameng's footsteps stopped suddenly, and a gentle sound of the piano mixed with the cool evening wind surrounded his ears. It was obviously a soothing note, but at this time it was as strong as a rock. hit his chest.

Yameng raised his head, and the man with dark blue hair standing in front of the fountain was closing his eyes, holding a bowstring in his right hand and playing a soft tune.The sound of the piano echoed in this park shrouded in dusk. The children I just met were listening to the sound of the piano seriously. Even many adults couldn't help but stop and indulge in the beautiful melody of the music.

And this melody was all too familiar to him.