[Net King] The Crown of Tennis

As if the still button had been pressed, An Ji stopped what she was doing, and was startled by the sudden decision to stare at her son, trying to confirm that it was just a joke, or that she was too tired to have auditory hallucinations.

"Jingshi..."

"Surgery." Yukimura closed his eyes and let himself go, trying not to delve into the trembling in his mother's voice.

"No...I don't agree!" The dish was put down heavily, and the sound of high heels began to echo in the corridor.

"Kiko!" Ming Hao tucked Yukimura in the quilt and chased him out.

"Ji Zi," Ming Hao pulled An Ji, and hugged his lover in a comforting manner.

"I won't sign it!" An Ji leaned against Ming Hao's chest, the familiar smell of paint and lead made her calm down gradually, although tears still poured out uncontrollably.

Ming Hao waited for a while, and then softly comforted him in a helpless tone: "Ji Zi, we all understand, there is no way to refuse." Yes, they can refuse to sign as guardians, but fortunately, Cun is the person involved. They are not the ones who feel distressed and sad if they don't cooperate with the treatment, pull out the needles, and don't go to the consultation room.

In the end it will be signed.

"But," An Ji cried even more sadly, "Jingshi...is still a child..." After all, it is still a mother's love for her eldest son. A matter of life as a bet.

"Just 15 years old...how can this be..."

"yes......"

"Isn't it good to recover safely?"

"Um......"

"With such a low success rate, how can I rest assured..."

"Seiki can win... Noriko..."

"......Um."

It is not too late to put surgery into the treatment schedule at this time, but staged diagnosis and preoperative preparation are required.

Now that he has decided, no matter what the way ahead, he will go on.Never regret it!

[It made mom worry again. ] Minghao didn't close the door when he went out, Yukimura could hear the grief his mother had never shown in front of him, the low-pitched sobs were still lingering in his heart even after two days. [sorry. ]

There was noise in the corridor, accompanied by the nurse's patient coaxing.Yukimura, who was meditating on the ball that had been interrupted for several days, opened his eyes, the door of the room was opened a crack, and a small head protruded from the height not much higher than the edge of the bed: "Brother Seichi, can we come in?"

"Xiaoyu?" Yukimura smiled gently, and waved to the boy, "Come in."

"Yeah~" Xiaoyu showed his hands with scissors to the helpless nurse behind him, "Big Brother agrees!"

"Really," the nurse put one hand on her hip, reminding the five children who rushed in, "You can't disturb big brother for too long."

"Hi~"

Xiao Yu climbed onto the hospital bed and lay down next to Yukimura: "My brother made an appointment last time and never came."

"Ah, sorry."

"As compensation, I have to tell one more story." The brown-haired little right guard was also sitting by the bed, his short legs were not close to the ground, and they were dangling wildly.

"Brother, I saw a little brother with white hair and braids coming to see you." Xiaoxi sat on the bedside with a look of begging for praise, "There is also a brother with red hair and a beautiful sister with purple hair!"

"Ha, hehe." Yukimura pursed his lips and laughed, "Xiaoxi is very good."

The little sister sat on a chair with her hands behind her back: "Brother Jingshi tells stories~"

"Okay, let's continue with what we said last time."

The promised children came to the door, and Yukimura also let go of distracting thoughts in his mind, and focused on telling them a short story. Yukimura, who was fully equipped with the skills of observing words and emotions, easily brought the five children into the scene.

"Mr. Fox is so cunning, cats are so pitiful." Xiao Xi stuck out her tongue, Xiao Yu climbed to the head of the bed and tried to cover Yukimura's eyes with her little hands, but unfortunately only covered one, Xiao Youwei also came to help: "Daddy Brother, we brought presents this time, please close your eyes." The newly acquainted Ohara pulled Yukimura's right hand up and spread it out.

"Okay!" The temperature in front of his eyes cooled down. Yukimura opened his eyes and saw the tennis ball on his right hand. The RG logo was clear.

"..."

"We found it in the garden!" The little girl pointed to Xiao Youwei, "Brother Jingshi must like tennis very much, so I gave it to him as a gift."

"Ah." Yukimura clenched the ball tightly, "I like it very much, thank you." [Perhaps it is true, our fate is not over yet. ]

On the first weekend of February, Sanada had some great news.

"Yukimura said that on the 14th, we can go to Tokyo to see him."

"Really!" Kirihara's day and night longing finally came true, but he felt illusory, "Isn't the deputy director lying?"

"Aki!"

"sorry!"

"The 14th," King Ni put his pocket in his left hand, "isn't that Valentine's Day? It's Sunday."

"Yeah - Valentine's Day, does Yukimura miss us too much?" When we went together last time, Yukimura kept turning his head to look towards the wall, and kept pushing people away, so he didn't even look at them.

"It must be!" Kirihara felt good about himself, "Will the minister give me a love letter? Hehe~"

Marui patted Kirihara on the shoulder: "If you want it, give it to me!"

"What kind of love letters do people who just broke up with? piyo."

"Crap!"

Kuwahara touched Shining's head: "So what gift should I bring for Yukimura?"

"This is really something worth thinking about." Yagyu glanced at Nioh who had just gotten rid of Marui's pull on his left.

"Anyway, I've already thought about it." Marui is confident enough in his craft, "It will definitely satisfy Yukimura!"

On Valentine's Day, no matter which street is stained with pink, even the trams are marked with exclusive seats for two people.Zhunzheng chose a group of eight people to finish their training early in the morning, and then they took their gifts and went to Tokyo to visit their longing minister.Oh, by the way, there are also two big bags of love letters and chocolate gift boxes that were thrown into the club office through various channels the day before yesterday. Perhaps in the eyes of the students, the tennis club club office has turned into a large mailing bucket?The kind that is not expecting a reply letter and a gift.

Kuwahara and Shimadzu were carrying the big bags. The chocolates they won were worth a fraction of their ministers. They probably had a common language with the money inspectors in the bank along the way.

Yukimura is coming back from the rehabilitation room, he needs to get used to the body before the operation.After tidying up, he was about to sit down when there was a rushing sound from the corridor, mixed with the nurse's lowered voice scolding: "You, running is not allowed in the hospital!"

Before the words were finished, a teenager with a tennis bag on his back rushed in rashly: "Minister!" Behind him was a nurse with an ugly face.

Yukimura smiled and put his arms around Kirihara's shoulders and asked him to salute: "Sorry, Kirihara-kun rarely comes to see me, so I'm a little excited."

"What did Yukimura-kun say?" The nurse also bowed, "Just pay attention next time."

Kirihara felt the hand on the left shoulder being held tightly: "Yes, I know."

Marui was the second to arrive, holding a box of snacks in his hand all the time, avoiding Nio's coveting eyes like a thief.Nioh said he was innocent, he was just curious, really.

"Yukimura~" Marui squeezed Kirihara away, and handed the box of snacks to the smiling bystanders under Kombu-kun's mournful gaze, "You look a little bad."

"It's okay." Yukimura took the box and opened it, "What flavor is it? I'm looking forward to it."

"Slightly sweet, a bit light." Marui sat at the end of the bed, Yukimura sat in the middle of the bed, Kirihara sat behind Yukimura, put his hand on Yukimura's right arm lightly, and stretched his head to look into the box, and was photographed by Marui Go back, "I asked for advice, and I didn't put those taboo things."

[Already know? ] "Troubleshoot, Mrs. Wen."

Just as they were talking, the large troops behind also entered the door. Shimadzu and Kuwahara sorted out the things in the bag, Liu held a basket of flowers and carefully arranged decorations in the room, and Sanada communicated with the nurse outside the door.Nioh walked behind Yukimura and squeezed Kirihara away, and began to behave to attract Yukimura's attention.

"Yukimura." Nioh's right palm was shown in front of Yukimura's eyes, and then he quickly retracted and waved his hand, then spread it out again, and a tennis ball appeared firmly in the palm of his hand.I have to say that this kind of performance is very suitable for Yukimura. He smiled and took the tennis ball from Nioh's hand: "Hehe, it's very interesting, is there any more?"

[It's successfully pleasing. ] Seeing Nioh's great success, Yagyu is also eager to try to make a magic trick for Yukimura.

"Yagyu," Nio was about to proceed to the next step, Sanada came in at this time and saw Liu who was busy, "Go and help Liu."

"..." Yagyu, torn between being a gentleman and replacing Nioh, stood still.

"Go quickly." Sanada walked towards the bed and squeezed away Marui who was watching Nioh's one-man show resentfully.

Liu Sheng turned around silently. [Ah ah ah ah ah! ]

After some care and greetings, everyone took out their presents.

Kirihara took the lead, and took out a small transparent box like offering a treasure, and inside was a tennis ball.

"It looks so ordinary."

"It's not ordinary!" Kirihara replied loudly to Kuwahara, who was standing far away, "This is a commemorative tennis ball from Wimbledon, and RF-san's autograph!" His uncle knew that his nephew was a tennis fan and went to England. It was time to work hard.The tennis balls in the box were placed in the room by Kirihara like a god for two or three years.To be honest, I'm really reluctant, but if the target is Minister Yukimura... close your eyes and give it away with all your heart!

Seeing the black handwriting on the tennis ball, Yukimura's heart beat a little faster, and he took it solemnly: "Thank you Chiya, I will definitely keep it well."

Kuwahara’s gift was a football World Cup theme song album, which was full of enthusiasm; Shimadzu prepared a thick stack of packaged photos of the sunrise on the top of the mountain with clouds and seas, which were taken on a mountain near Chang’an when he was in China; A small white wooden sculpture was made of Yukimura wearing a coat and swinging his forehand, which was particularly vivid; Yagyu chose a Hungarian dance symphony album by Brahms, which took a lot of effort to find; Published a collection of Shelley's poems, which is not very new, and many parts have been thoughtfully translated and annotated; Sanada unfolded the scroll, and on it was a vigorous four-character calligraphy-"No illness and disaster".

[Genichiro...]

"Everyone's gifts are very exquisite, and my gift in return can't be inferior, but I can only make up for it next time, sorry."

"It's okay!" Kirihara blinked his eyes expectantly, hinting frantically, "As long as it's from the minister, a piece of paper is fine."

"Hehehe." Yukimura just smiled softly, opened the bedside table, and took out a stack of letter paper.Before you speak, everyone already understands.

#love letter! #

Kirihara swallowed, stared firmly at the stack of letter papers of different colors, and rubbed his hands in a low-key manner.

"Today is Valentine's Day~ so I specially prepared love letters for everyone." After Yukimura handed out eight pieces of letter paper, he bent sideways and groped in the cabinet again, "Because my hands are still a little uncontrollable, so I can't draw well. So perfect... ah, out."

Yukimura took out another small iron box, and after opening it, everyone stretched out their heads to have a look—a lot of envelopes.

"These?" Marui had carefully put the red envelope in his hand into his pocket. He thought it was just for them, but he didn't expect there were so many.

Well, eight people are not really "exclusive".

"It's every, one, one." Yukimura counted, and after confirming that no one was missed for the last time, he closed the lid and handed it to Liu, "I will hand it over to everyone when I get back."

Kirihara wanted to show off to Yamamoto and the others in the afternoon, but Yukimura immediately took the picture of his little abacus: "Eh? Do you all have it?"

"Of course." Yukimura straightened his back, looked at his partners with a gentle expression, "I like it, everyone in the tennis club." [Thank you for encouraging me and supporting me when I was escaping. ] There is no need to say much about the friendship between teenagers. If it is so hot that it cannot be suppressed, then a love letter is enough.

"Yukimura..." The serious tone seemed to be a confession, which made the boys standing by the bed blush.

Liu touched his chest to feel the obvious pounding of his heartbeat. [Not as fast as then. ] Take the lead in waking up the people who are still immersed in the minister's confession: "In short, Jingshi, you just need to concentrate on recuperating from your illness. We will all wait for you to come back."

"Ah, I'll definitely be back."

Even if the reality is ruthless, people still have some expectations and fantasies about themselves after all, don't they?

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Feelings are mutual, this is the concept I uphold.