[Net King] After I successfully prostituted Yukimura Seiichi

Because of the extra urgency and hard work recently, Kurosawa started to get up early on weekends, first did his homework, and then ran around for a while. Only through the competition with the minister did he know that his seemingly good physical strength met the real A strong opponent is simply not enough to watch.

If you are exhausted by other people's tug-of-war and abstain from voting, you will lose face, but... there shouldn't be such a bad person, right?

Just as Kurosawa was thinking, Keigo Atobe, who was far away in Tokyo, sneezed and was surrounded nervously by the servants around him.

The system doesn't talk much recently, it can't help much, and Kurosawa is also very self-disciplined, of course to reduce the sense of presence.

The stadium that he had an appointment with Seiichi Yukimura was a little far away, and he set off after eating. The wound on his face had almost healed, and Kurosawa didn't wear a mask anymore.

Even though it was ahead of time, Kurosawa was still one step behind Yukimura. The other party stood at the entrance of the club with a tall and straight figure, standing out from the rushing crowd around him, looking leisurely and beautiful.

Kurosawa ran over with a smile, and waved at Yukimura from afar, and the other party saw him for the first time, and gave him a faint smile.

"Yukimura, you came so early, you won't have to wait for a long time..." Kurosawa's tone was apologetic, and he put his hands together in a pitiful apology.

Yukimura Seichi seemed to be in a good mood. He shook his head and explained, "I'm just here too. My home is close, so I'll hurry up."

The two walked into the club, led by Yukimura, and went to an empty tennis court very familiarly.

"Sanada and I have been training here since we were young, so we are very familiar with each other." Before Kurosawa could speak, Yukimura answered his question like a prophet.

"Is that so, is Liu too? You three have a very good relationship!"

"Well, Sanada and I joined the club on the same day, and Liu came later."

After chatting for a while, Kurosawa and Yukimura warmed up and started sparring.

Compared to the minister that day, Yukimura was clearly letting go. Based on Kurosawa's prediction, he should have suffered a particularly disastrous defeat, but after several rounds of fighting, Yukimura did not show such an aggressive attitude.

Kurosawa was a little unhappy, "Hey, Yukimura, can you be more serious!"

He simply stopped moving, with annoyed expression on his face, he looked at Yukimura angrily, let the ball hit by Yukimura Seiichi fall to the ground, and stopped when it hit the wall.

Yukimura Seiichi raised his eyebrows, went to the basket where the ball was placed and took out a new one, he tossed the ball up and down, before Kurosawa was completely annoyed, he said leisurely, "Didn't you think there was anything wrong with the practice just now? "

Kurosawa blinked, still pretending to be annoyed, but in his heart he thought about the duel just now, what's wrong?After much deliberation, I couldn't come up with a clue, "Did you do anything else besides turn on the water?"

"Really," Seiichi Yukimura was helpless, and could only continue to explain, "Didn't you realize that you used backhand shots just now?"

"Backhand?" Kurosawa looked down at the racket he was holding. It is true that he used the backhand inadvertently just now, but the backhand is not what he is good at, no wonder there is something wrong.

"I asked you out this time, just to strengthen your backhand. Your weakness is too obvious." Yukimura Seichi explained to Kurosawa in a soft voice.

"You should also know that your smash and forehand are not bad, but your backhand is too bad, and you don't have your own style of return and return. If you are in a tug-of-war, you can't survive it. All in all, your defense is in a mess..."

These irrefutable shortcomings shot into Kurosawa's heart like arrows, and the shortcomings were exposed to the sun, which was comparable to being out of tune in front of everyone...

Especially in front of the beautiful tablemate, Kurosawa covered his hot cheeks, and the sense of shame was entrenched in his brain.

Even the silent system ran out to listen to the notes carefully, intending to add these things to Kurosawa's enhanced training menu.

Kurosawa, who was already blushing to the point of embarrassment, heard Yukimura Seiichi's last words, which sounded like an angel's whisper to outsiders, but to Kurosawa, it was not much different from the devil's whisper, "This afternoon And tomorrow, I will correct all your shortcomings little by little, if you are not good enough, Kurosawa, you will end up miserable!"

Wicked people have their own way. Kurosawa, who had won consecutive victories in front of Sanada yesterday, now met Yukimura, and lost miserably.

I thought it was a happy game, but I didn't expect it to become my own crematorium in the end. Kurosawa sat on the court to rest, lowered his head and moved the wrist he had been using all the time.

The results in the afternoon can be said to have improved by leaps and bounds. Yukimura Seiichi's verbal attacks were really unfounded. He pointed out the mistakes to the point, and then corrected them hundreds of times.

Now Kurosawa feels disgusted when he hears the backhand.

Yukimura Seichi was fine, he bought two bottles of water, handed them to Kurosawa, and sat on the ground as well.

Heisze pouted and did not speak, nor did he drink water, he just lowered his head to feel wronged, his bangs wet with sweat had long lost the freshness of Peng Song before, now they were divided into several strands, and the slightly longer part dangled in Heisze from time to time In front of his eyes, he touched his eyelashes and almost stabbed his eyes.

Yukimura Seiichi let him be wronged, drank water by himself, stared at Kurosawa for a while, and then he stood up and left.

Kurosawa lowered his head, his eyes followed Yukimura's shoes until the other person was out of sight, and he stared at the ground in front of him again, feeling even more aggrieved around him.

Am I going too far, after all, Yukimura is doing it for his own good... Kurosawa has never received such cold treatment, he has always been the focus of everyone's eyes, and he has never had any trouble with others like this.

It shouldn't be considered awkward, but he was sulking and almost suffocated himself. At this time, others always come to coax him. This is the first time he has encountered such a silent type like Yukimura.

The more he thought about it, the more wronged he became, and the more he thought about it, the more angry he became. Kurosawa held his wrist, and the sweat didn't wipe off, so it slid straight into the eye sockets and hung on the eyelashes. Red up.

Yukimura Seichi took something out of the tennis bag, and when he looked back, Kurosawa still had the same drooping head, which was exactly the same as the neighbor's golden retriever when he was wronged...

He walked up to Kurosawa again, sat down and stretched out his hand to straighten Kurosawa's hair, and put the thing in his hand on Kurosawa's head when he raised his head.

Because the force was not too strong, Kurosawa grabbed it immediately after being frightened.

"What?" Kurosawa looked at the thing in his hand, then at the hairband on Seiichi Yukimura's head, "For me?"

Yukimura Seichi smiled and withdrew his hands, and put them on the court behind, "Yes, I wanted to give you a gift when you played with the minister. It's uncomfortable to get sweat in your eyes."

Kurosawa blinked, and suddenly remembered what happened just now. He rarely held back the smile on his lips, and handed the hair tie to Yukimura Seiichi again with a strong face.

"My wrist hurts and I can't wear it." Kurosawa said, "Help me wear it!"

Yukimura Seichi didn't refuse, and after taking the headband, he neatly put it on Kurosawa's head, and then carefully took out the hair that was held down by the headband.

"Thank you, Yukimura..." Kurosawa looked up at Yukimura, his usual smile reappeared, and it seemed that he had thrown the awkwardness before into the trash can.

Yukimura Seichi threw the water he bought before into Kurosawa's arms. This time, Kurosawa didn't refuse. He just opened the bottle cap and poured most of it in. It seemed that he was already thirsty, but he didn't drink it because of face.

Yukimura Seichi said softly, "Oh? Feeling better? Let's play a few more rounds, or practice your backhand?"

"Cough cough...cough!!!" He choked on the water he had just drank in his throat, and Kurosawa coughed violently, knocking him and waving his hands, "No, no, cough... I won't practice today, I will continue tomorrow... ..."

"Huh? What a pity, I thought you would agree!"

The author has something to say: heartthrob's first setback.

Recently, there have been a lot of books on how to conquer heartthrobs. Those who can conquer heartthrobs must be immune to the aura of heartthrobs and make heartthrobs chase after them.

Kurosawa: No, I don't think it's okay