[Net King] Space-Time Fragments

18

Ten p.m.

Kirihara just took a shower, and hastily brushed his hair with a towel.

The messy curly hair like kelp was even more messed up under the action of the towel. Kaitang, who was doing push-ups at the side, took a look, and looked away unbearably: "Hiss——"

"Hey, I'm so hungry." Kirihara threw away the towel and covered his stomach with a frowning face, completely unaware of the entanglement of his obsessive-compulsive roommate.

As soon as the words fell, there was a echoing sound in the stomach.

"Grumbling".

"Go to the kitchen and find something to eat when you're hungry." Hiji beside him was doing his daily practice with his legs crossed, and replied with his eyes closed.

Kirihara glanced at him, thinking of Sanada who also had to practice daily.

Shivering, Qieyuan muttered to himself: "Why do I want the deputy minister..."

"However... I don't know if Senior Liu and Senior Nioh have returned to school, and Senior Kuwahara..." He rubbed his stomach while talking, frowning, "I'm really hungry."

After a few minutes, he stood up and glanced at Hiji who was sitting cross-legged on the bed.

The mushroom-headed boy with chestnut hair didn't even open his eyes: "Go to the kitchen by yourself, I won't accompany you."

Kirihara froze for a moment, then yelled reflexively: "I don't want you to accompany me."

"Oh, then you go. Bring some food back by the way."

"Humph."

Kirihara snorted, turned around, opened the door and went out.Kaitang, who was still doing push-ups, let out a hiss, and looked at Hiyoshi who had just opened his eyes for a while.

The meaning of each other's eyes is obvious: Kirihara won't come back crying later, will he?

Before living together, their impression of Kirihara was not very good.He has a bad temper, loves to play violent tennis, and is impolite, that's probably the impression.However, this impression changed subversively on the first day.

after all……

Hearing ghost stories, hearing yelling and even crying out of fright, running to the toilet and wanting to find someone to accompany him when he was told something bad and insisted on going out by himself, but he was so cowardly and unable to walk halfway, it is still rare.

Kirihara didn't know that he had revealed his true colors.

After staying in the training camp for almost a week, he has gradually adapted to life here.

Although there is no game console or mother's bento, but at the same time, there is no sister's orders and homework that must be completed, and more importantly, there is no "spurring" by Vice Minister Sanada all the time.

But Minister Yukimura is also scary.

Thinking of Yukimura's smile, Kirihara couldn't help but wrinkle his face.

He walked through the lighted hallway and out the door of the dormitory building.

The cold wind on his face made him shiver, but the sound of hitting the ball could still be heard made him breathe a sigh of relief.

The first two days were such a shame.

Hearing the conversations of those high school students in the indoor tennis court, I really thought that there was a ghost in the training camp, but I was scared like that.

Such an embarrassing appearance was actually seen from the beginning to the end by that little guy from Qingxue.

He pumped his fist in the air and snorted again.

The wind was a bit strong, he only wore a short-sleeved training suit, shivered from the cold, then started trotting, and soon arrived at the building of the restaurant.

The door of the restaurant is closed, but the small door behind is open.

He had obviously been here once, but looking at the dark aisle, he still couldn't help slowing down his breathing and walking lightly.

Although I already know that there are no ghosts...

It feels colder than outside without light!

He shrugged his shoulders and walked forward, turning two corners.

In the front is the place where the infrared light can be triggered.

...By the way, will he also trigger infrared rays by walking over like this?

Hey.

There was the sound of something falling.

Kirihara was about to cry out in shock, and stopped abruptly.

Too quiet environment always seems to be very loud, so he heard his own breathing.

Strange, just now... did I hear wrong?

click.

It really has sound! !

There should be no ghosts, right?Last time it was also the little dwarf and the others!

But this time the sound is so low, and there is no shadow?

Although it was the little dwarf and the others last time, it doesn't mean that there are really no ghosts here!What if there are ghosts?

Kirihara felt hot all over his body, and his heart beat faster.

He pricked up his ears and looked left and right vigilantly.

After a long time, just as he was about to relax, a hand fell on his shoulder.

"red……"

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

Screams pierced the silence.

The boy with his eyes closed looked at the kelp head who staggered a few steps forward and sat down on the ground before turning his head, panting heavily, tilted his head, and finished the next word.

"also."

19

"Senior!" Kirihara sat cross-legged on the kitchen floor, complaining dissatisfiedly, "Are you walking without sound?"

According to the instructions of the bearded coach, Liu Zheng pointed at the things that needed to be brought back, and said in a gentle voice: "Scared you?"

King Ni was not as gentle as Liu.

He wandered around looking for an apple on the cooking table, took a bite out of it, and said with disdain, "You must be too timid. You have been here before Echizen, haven't you? Why are you still being rejected?" Scared?"

"Eh?" Kirihara's eyes widened, "Seniors, how do you know that Echizen has been here?"

"You are famous." King Ren leaned back on the cooking table and turned his head, "I was so scared by the ghost that I cried, why didn't they talk about this kind of thing when they came back?"

"I didn't cry!" Kirihara retorted.

"Well, okay, you didn't cry." Niwang said perfunctorily.

He looked around, found an orange on the cooking table, and threw it in the direction of Kirihara.

The boy who wanted to continue to refute reflexively caught it, and his stomach started to growl again.He hesitated, put the orange in the pocket of his sweatpants, and unwrapped a bag of bread from the table.

"I'm starving to death, I was so scared by you seniors that I forgot to eat."

Liu couldn't help laughing, probably because he thought Kirihara was so cute.

Children just get angry and go quickly.

Kirihara finished a piece of bread in two bites, and finally had time to think about why the two seniors were here.

The expression on his raised face was fixed on surprise: "Senior, haven't you gone back to school?"

"Do you want us to go back to school?" Nioh asked.

Kirihara was used to Nioh's way of speaking, and he brushed his hair indifferently: "Isn't it great that everyone is here? Senior, are you training in a special base like the dwarf? Is there any special training? ?”

His eyes lit up, the way they always do when tennis is mentioned.

At this time, King Ni also thought the child was cute.

He strolled over and patted Kirihara's head: "You will know later."

"You fooled me again." Kirihara puffed up his cheeks.

Liu saw that King Ni was very happy to tease Kirihara, so he shook his head and continued to look for what he needed.

The wine they brought back from Echizen last time was very popular with the coach, but he always felt that the kid was very disappointed.By the way, isn't my old friend of Qingxue researching some healthy drinks?It should be in the kitchen too.They talked about it before, saying that using that as a motivational effect is obvious...

Is it this one?

Liu took a glass of "water" from the dry wooden barrel and lowered his head to smell it.

This is the smell of alcohol, right?

What about wine?

He poured another glass from the flagon beside him, lowered his head and sniffed it.

Well……

"Your Majesty, come here," he said.

King Ren raised his head: "Puff, what's wrong?"

"I feel that the taste of this wine is not right. It may not be what coach Sanchuan needs. Would you like to come and taste it?" Liu said.

King Ren paused for a moment while pinching the braid, "...why don't you taste it yourself."

His intuition was not right, so he looked at Kirihara who was still eating bread at his feet: "Let him taste it?"

"He's still young," Liu said.

Kirihara heard it, and raised his head to retort: ​​"I'm not young anymore! I can drink now! Let me come let me come."

He stood up, got up too fast and bumped into King Ni.

King Ren stretched out his hand to help him, and said angrily, "Why are you in a hurry, it's not like you haven't tried it when you're having dinner together."

"Obviously you didn't let me try!" Kirihara said angrily.

Wine was ordered at the dinner party when the tennis team won the national championship last year, but one or two of these seniors looked at the wine glasses tightly and refused to even let him take a sip.

Just a year or even a few months older than him, as for it!

He rushed to Liu in a few steps, took the cup in Liu's hand and drank it.

"...Don't worry." Liu said helplessly.

Before he had time to say more, Kirihara's expression suddenly froze.

No, it didn't stop, but suddenly turned green.

The boy threw the cup away, wrapped his hands around his neck, and whimpered: "This smell..."

He fell down with a thud.

Both seniors were startled.

It was Liu who came to his senses first, remembering that the dry juice formula that his old friend told him was very healthy.

He glanced at Kirihara, then carefully laid the person flat, rolled his eyelids, and then raised his head: "It's nothing to worry about, just faint for a while."

"Puff...?"

"Maybe it's too bad to drink." Liu Mian said without changing his expression.

King Ni took a step back: I always feel that such a staff officer is a bit scary.

Seeing Liu put Kirihara on the ground, he first took out his own notebook, and murmured to himself while writing: "It seems that the effect is not bad, why don't I try to do it too? It must be very convenient to manage the tennis club. "

As he spoke, he raised his head and glanced at King Ren, meaning something.

King Ren could only laugh dryly: "Consultant, can't it be?"

Liu Ka closed the cap of the pen, put away the notebook, and raised his chin to King Ni: "Come on, send Kirihara back."

20

Kirihara felt like he was in a dream.

His eyes were black at first, and then white.

It seemed as if he lost consciousness for a while and then came back to life again.

But when I opened my eyes, it wasn't the unlit kitchen, nor the quadruple room of my own training camp.

It's the social office of Lihai University.

Sunlight poured through the open windows, and the wind lifted the sheer curtains.

Wait, do the windows of the office have curtains?

The round table was clean and free of dust. A few trophies were placed in the innermost cabinet, and there was a group photo protected by a photo frame. The group photo was of the eight of them.

He, and Minister Yukimura, Vice Minister Sanada, Senior Yanagi, Senior Nioh, Senior Marui, Senior Yagyu, and Senior Kuwahara.

He stood at the door by himself, leaning against the door frame in a daze.

is this real?

The sound of water came from the bathroom connected to the office, and then stopped.

Is there anyone else in there?

Kirihara blinked.

A figure appeared by the originally empty window, but for a moment, he was surprisingly not afraid.

The man had silver hair loose, his outline seemed to melt in the sunlight, and he was wearing the pink dress that he had remembered for a long time.He had seen his own photos, and in the stills, the person wearing the same clothes was weird, with a kelp head that he couldn't change, with a flustered expression on his face.

But what about the person by the window now?

The curvature of the side face and the cold eyes match pink inexplicably.

There is also the skin that I don't usually feel, but it looks very fair in this way, and the long and beautiful arm lines set off by the puff sleeves.

There are also legs, which I have seen more than once while playing tennis, but they look good under the skirt.

Kirihara seemed to hear his own heartbeat.

He watched the person by the window turn his head, revealing an all-too-familiar face.

"What's the matter? Stand there without moving?" The familiar voice always sounded a little sarcastic.

He opened his mouth, but couldn't make a sound.

So the person by the window walked in.

He couldn't help looking at the mole next to his smeared lips.

He didn't want to meet the man's eyes.

"Chi Ye?"

Don't call me by my name!

Kirihara could even hear his own heartbeat, pounding, like thunder.

What is going on here?

"What's wrong with you? Don't speak?" The man finally had a worried look on his face.

Kirihara felt somewhat satisfied for some reason.

He turned his gaze back again, and found that the person in front of him was no longer a beautiful girl in a pink skirt and loose hair.

It's the one he's most familiar with.

Orange-yellow sportswear, braids blown up with hair ties, bangs covering a small part of his forehead and half of his eyebrows, his eyes are always calm and seem to have a little smile.

He was finally able to make a sound this time, as if he had suffered a lot of grievances.

"Senior Renwang..."

The picture is broken.

The face that was stained with light faded away.

Kirihara suddenly sat up from the bed, panting with cold sweat.

"You're awake." There was a voice next to him.

Kirihara turned his head in a daze, and found that it was a roommate with a mushroom head.

"Do you still have nightmares as a child? You still call senior." Hiji put a cup of warm water on Kirihara's bedside, straightened up and folded his arms and looked at Kirihara in a daze: "But why did you fall asleep and be carried back? ? Didn’t you go to find something to eat?”

"...Who carried me back just now?" Kirihara licked his lips and asked.

"Yagyu-kun?" Hiyoshi tilted his head.

Kirihara let out an oh, lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking.

The author has something to say: the stalk has gone astray, so I changed the title of the sub-volume...

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