[Net King] Space-Time Fragments

1,

where is this?

14-year-old Nioh Masaharu woke up and found himself lying on a strange bed.

The bed was big and soft, and it took three rounds to roll to the edge of the bed.The feeling of the fabric in contact with the skin is very comfortable, probably not low grade.

Even the eye-catching furnishings reveal a low-key luxury—dark gold curtains with dark embroidery, a person-high porcelain vase next to the floor-to-ceiling windows, and even the wood of the bedside table has beautiful patterns. He can't understand it, but he knows it's definitely not cheap. goods.

His brain couldn't react, so he turned back.

When you wake up, the temperature of the place where you lie down is just right, making you drowsy.

He had only played the entire national competition the day before, and he was in a bad mood, not to mention his muscles were still tired, and he really couldn't bear the temptation of being under the covers.

Do you want to sleep for a while?

But this is a strange place. Could it be that he was kidnapped?

Who came to kidnap him again, and the motive can't be found...

Anything here is very expensive, can he afford to sell it?

It was too quiet in the room, and he pricked up his ears to hear if there was a sound outside.But the room was so big that he didn't even realize where the door was while lying on the bed.Such a large and luxurious room must also require sound insulation, so he still couldn't hear anything.

Such an environment is really suitable for sleeping, pupina~

As he thought about it, he couldn't resist the drowsiness as soon as he closed his eyelids.

click.

It should be very quiet, but the sound is especially noticeable in quiet environments.

Niwang shuddered reflexively, and sat up abruptly.

Following the sound of footsteps, a man appeared in front of him.

The short blond hair was styled meticulously with hairspray, and the ends of the hair were slightly raised, but the aura was mature and powerful.A pair of blue eyes are beautiful but sharp, as if containing the entire sea.When Nioh's eyes met his, he was overwhelmed by the aura and stopped breathing, so he had no choice but to look away without showing any traces, knowing in his heart that this person must not be an ordinary person.

He went to look at the man's attire--at first glance, he knew that it was a high-end shirt neatly arranged, with the hem tucked into the trousers and tied by a belt.No tie, but already very formal.

This is certainly not an ordinary person.

But this kind of person who looks like a big shot...how could he be here?

No, no, this room should belong to this person.So the strange thing should be why did I appear in this room?

Speaking of which, this person feels a little familiar, as if he has seen it somewhere.

King Ni raised his eyes to look at the man's face again, and found that the man's expression was also very subtle.

It seemed that the moment he saw him, the man also stopped in his tracks.

silence.

The silence made the atmosphere in the room more and more heavy.

King Ni was a little out of breath, and was about to say something, when he saw the man raised his eyebrows, showing an expression that made him feel more and more familiar: "Ah, Masaharu?"

This voice is also very familiar.

who?

Where did you hear it?

A light flashed across Nioh's mind.

He looked at the man in front of him in disbelief, and called him tentatively: "... Atobe?"

Atobe called the company and said that all the schedules for today were postponed.

He turned around and looked at the boy on his bed with interest.

Silver hair, braids, and a mole on the corner of his mouth—it was indeed his lover.However, the immature appearance and the body that can be seen to have shrunk a lot weakened the aura, so that the face can only be described as cute.Probably because the face is small, and the eyes appear to be larger than those of adults.Atobe even felt that the people on the bed still had baby fat, which made him want to pinch it.

He sat on the edge of the bed: "How old are you?"

Nioh has been at a disadvantage from the beginning, and there is really no way to get the initiative from the older version of Atobe at the moment.

He was a little dazed, and he didn't think clearly about what was going on, so he didn't speak.

Seeing Nio's vigilant look, Atobe just thought it was funny.

"This is my home. You suddenly appeared here, at least you have to tell me the cause and effect?" He lowered his voice.

Nioh had goosebumps all over his body: the voice was almost the same as the voice in Nioh's memory, but it seemed to be a little lowered, and the magnetism and hormones were almost overflowing.

Nioh's 14 years of life experience did not give him any help, and he didn't even understand why Atobe's attitude became so gentle.

Didn't that young master look at people with his chin raised all day long, with fierce eyes on the court as if he was eating people, and he just likes to play the trick of "all eyes" before the game?

"I..." He opened his mouth, and felt that he was so cowardly when he was directly at a disadvantage, so he had to pull himself together and pretend to be calm: "I woke up here. It wasn't you who brought me here. Did you come here?"

A few thoughts flashed through Atobu's mind.

Then he remembered what Nioh had told him jokingly the night before that he planned to start a new manga series.

It's August now, and the person on the bed doesn't look too young, but he's definitely not too old either.If you ask him to guess the time period...

"Have you finished the National Championship?" he asked suddenly.

A complex expression similar to "How do you know I'm playing in the national competition" or "You really know what I was doing before" quickly appeared on the boy's face.

So Atobe understood: Sure enough, it was true.

He deepened his smile: "I kind of know what's going on."

"Puff?"

King Ren was stunned.

That's all he has to say.

No one will have a second reaction after hearing something like "The Keigo Atobe you saw 14 years after you came here is the Keigo Atobe 14 years later".

Are you kidding me?

"Why do you look not surprised?" He asked strangely, "I suddenly appeared in your bedroom, you still have the mood..." He swallowed the words "just kidding me" and "look at me" Unpleasant words.

Frowning, King Ren asked tentatively: "Or, did you know that this kind of thing would happen in advance?"

It should not be.

He thought so.

The man's first reaction when he saw him just now was also very surprised.

But why did he accept such a setting so quickly?

Or is it that I came to a parallel time and space, just like the ten-year rocket launcher setting in "Family Education", people here are very used to shuttle between the past and the future?

A series of manga names flashed through Nioh's mind.

"No, I don't know." Atobe smiled, "It doesn't matter if you don't believe what I said, why not come and see for yourself."

"...Puff."

It seems to be in a dream.

Nioh thought.

But it's really not a dream, because he still needs to walk to the destination step by step instead of teleporting, and it really hurts when his toes hit the bedpost when he gets out of bed.

But this house is really, really big!

Nioh twitched the corner of his mouth.

He always thought that the "Atobe Buckingham Palace" mentioned by the ice emperor was a joke, but was it realistic? !

Going out of the door is a very long corridor. Looking down, you can see two floors. The layout of the second floor seems to be the same as this floor, and the bottom floor has a gorgeous sofa and coffee table. A few people in tuxedos pushing carts... Dressed like this, they should be housekeepers, right?

Those who wear maid skirts are real maids? !

Nioh leaned on the armrest and looked down, feeling that it was difficult for him to maintain his composure.

The nasty man next to him who laughed when he bumped his toes quickly unbuttoned his cuffs and rolled them up to his elbows.

The smell of men's perfume is not strong, but they are only an arm apart, within the safe distance of Nioh.

It's not easy for him to keep a distance, after all, this person is the only person he has a little familiarity with here - although he is not familiar with Atobe at all.This is also very strange, Nioh can't imagine that he will be very familiar with Atobe after 14 years, but the attitude shown by this man is that his future self is very familiar with him...

Warm palms fell on his shoulders.

Nioh couldn't help tensing his muscles.

"Don't be so nervous." The man's voice was full of smiles, "I won't do anything to you."

"Puff." After hesitating for a while, King Ren asked, "What are you taking me to see?"

"You won't believe what I said, will you?" Atobe said, "I'll take you to your room."

...wait, "my" room? !

Why would I have room in such a big house? !

Will I have a good relationship with Atobe in the future to reserve a separate guest room? !

Atobe stood at the door, looking at the boy in the room with soft eyes.

This is actually Nioh's "studio", and there are some sketches scattered in it.

It should be when Nioh started drawing manga in college.The exact time is not known.

He was studying abroad at that time, and he wanted to maintain this relationship, so he kept in daily contact.But more can't be done.Of course he wants to know what Nioh did, but to "investigate" his boyfriend... Such behavior is too dangerous, and Atobe knows that if he really does it, he will step on Nioh's bottom line.

So when he returned to China during the holidays, Nioh was already able to jokingly say to him with a magazine, "Look at the serialization of my paintings, it's so fun."

Atobe guessed that Nioh was joking at first.

He went to see Nioh's original works.

It was very short, and it was divided into upper and lower serials, and it happened to be an excellent award for a solicitation activity in the semi-monthly magazine.

It is a very simple youth love story.

The industrious, honest and smart young man and the proud, willful and arrogant rich daughter...

He rolled up the magazine and tapped Niwang on the head: "Aren't you afraid that I'll be angry?"

"There's nothing you can do if you want to bring me in by yourself, puli." King Ren blinked, and finally fell into his arms with a smile.

Nioh has never studied painting professionally, so it stands to reason that he should know nothing about it.But according to his own statement, "I know how to draw a little after I've done a lot of modeling. And I'm a student of architecture, so I want to draw."

The key point of this sentence is very accurate.

"Are you acting as a model for Yukimura?" At that time, he raised his eyebrows and pretended to be angry, "What kind of model?"

"All kinds of models." The guy definitely knew what he meant, so he was deliberately ambiguous: "Puff, it's not like you don't know my phantom, and it's not just me in Yukimura's painting."

"But it's all drawn after you."

"Then I'll draw you a picture of me?"

The person who was too courageous really found a brush from nowhere (Atobu thinks this person should have planned it in advance), took off his clothes and generously indicated that he could copy the painting.

"Where's the canvas?"

The man smiled and nodded to himself: "Do you want it?"

It was like a rose-colored dream.

When he came back to his senses, Atobe looked at the youthful and thin back of the young man in front of him, a little novel and full of tenderness.

Probably this matter was so bizarre that he easily learned from the boy's conversation that he came here just after finishing the National Championships before he had time to digest yet another defeat.

Atobe actually can't remember what King Ni was like at this time.

The young man in front of him, in his memory, has always been "the main choice of his rival Li Hai Dali who is good at doubles", which is very vague.

He was impressed by Nioh, and he was still in the U17 training camp further back.

At that time, Nioh, who returned from the loser group, had already shed a lot of youthfulness, and there was even determination hidden in his brows and eyes.

Calculating that the distance is only three or four months, it looks like two people in comparison.

Or maybe that doubles match was too deep for him and Nioh, so that it became more and more dazzling in his memory.

Later, he saw many Niohs with different appearances.

Firm, gritting teeth and stepping on blood, hiding claws and seizing the opportunity to bite someone hard; or soft, showing belly like a cat, lazy...

Was Nioh before that actually like this?

He hasn't grown up yet, even though his figure is already slender and tall, he still looks like a child. He is obviously flustered, but he looks calm.

Wow, so cute.

Although Nioh couldn't believe it and didn't want to admit it, did he really draw manga when he grew up?

No, no, Nioh Masaharu, you have to know that there are countless possibilities in parallel worlds, and you can choose a more handsome and deeper career in the future!

Nioh took a deep breath and opened the bottom drawer.

Inside is still a stack of drawings.

Nioh originally wanted to skip it, but flipped through it casually...

He slammed the drawer shut and took two steps back.

Atobu came up: "What's wrong?"

King Ni turned around, raised his head slightly, with a very complicated expression: "What is the relationship between you and the 'I' here?"

"Huh? What did you find?" Atobe smiled slightly, with a little complacency and a sense of watching a good show.

He didn't hide anything, so Nio could easily see it.

The boy who was only fourteen was immature, he was silent for two seconds in front of Atobe like this, and exhaled a breath to forcefully put on a smiling expression (Atobe: The smile is ugly, so cute).

"Have you seen what he put in the drawer?"

Atobu looked at him with his chest in his arms: "This belongs to his privacy."

Seeing King Ren's expression was indescribable, he also became curious.

Basically, whenever Nioh has any ideas, he will tell him as if it is a joke.Some die directly from the idea, and a very small part will become an outline, and finally become a cartoon.

The ones in the drawer should be nothing more than comics.

Perhaps it was a drawing that Nioh was reluctant to throw away after it was useless after the painting was finished.

Is there anything in it that he couldn't accept when he was young?

Atobe put down his hands, lowered his head and made a polite gesture: "Do you want me to see it?"

Nioh: ...Why did Atoko become so hypocritical when he grew up.

He turned his head and bent down to reopen the drawer as if his hair had exploded, took out a stack of drawings and turned them back in front of Atobe: "Puff, you really didn't know he drew this?"

Atobe took over the drawing.

Turned over.

He showed his original expression: "This one."

"...So, you really have this kind of relationship?"

"Yeah." Atobe deepened his smile.He put the restricted-grade drawing in his hand on a side cabinet, and approached the boy whose hair was blown all over his body.He stretched out his hand and ran his fingers through the boy's braided hair - the hair tie was still put on the bedside table by his Nioh Masaharu.

"Don't be so nervous, I won't regard you as him." After he said that, he straightened up again, and said leisurely to the boy who finally couldn't smile, "You are a surprise."

Nioh: What should I do, I really want to beat him up.

14-year-old Nioh Masaharu felt hopeless for the first time after waking up from an unfamiliar bed the day after the national competition.

Because everything he saw in front of him told him that in the future of a certain parallel space, he, Nioh Masaharu, would become a person who was so cheeky that he drew his own boyfriend's R-rated manga and collected it.

What's even more frightening is that this guy's boyfriend is actually that arrogant adult of Atobe!

The author has something to say: OOC, capitalized OOC, anyway, it is how cute and fun to write.

The next big thing is that King Nimo molested the small trace department~

This stalk was actually written by someone else, this time I wrote it after being clicked by someone else.It's just interpenetration, shouldn't it be considered a collision?Consider it a joke.The wife who wrote about Liu Shengren wrote this ORZ before.