[Net King] The Crown of Tennis

Yukimura has completed a one-day rehabilitation program.Sitting on the bed and watching the news of the job network.

"This year's top masters have changed a few... US Open... The qualifying round is about to start." Yukimura leaned on the soft pillow, closed his eyes and meditated, "A grand slam."

The sound of footsteps in the corridor made him open his eyes and sit up quickly, looking towards the door.

The door was gently opened, and a group of teenagers with their heads bowed came in.Kirihara, who usually rushed to Yukimura earlier, was unusually quiet this time, not only him, but everyone was silent.This made Yukimura immediately feel bad, he looked at the leader Sanada: "Sanada?" [Don't scare me with this kind of thing? ]

"Yukimura..." Sanada didn't dare to look directly at Yukimura, he hesitated again and again, and apologized to Yukimura, "I'm sorry, we lost. But—" following the heavy oath, "Next time, next time we Definitely win."

"...Huh?" Yukimura seemed not to have heard Sanada's lack of confidence in his announcement.

"...we lost the final." The voice was louder this time.

"......score."

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The left hand on the magazine moved and clenched the corners, the right hand covered the lowered face, and the shoulders covered with hospital clothes seemed to be trembling slightly.

After a long time, the voice of an extremely depressing old man sounded like he was choking in his throat: "Ah...everyone...you have worked hard."

As if realizing that something was wrong, the hand covering the face was transferred to the throat, and when he spoke again, it was as soft as usual, "Today's finals, the game was very hard, everyone worked hard."

"Xingmura..." Nio opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything.What should he say?Yukimura, don't take the responsibility on yourself, okay?

"Everyone... go back and have a good rest." Yukimura looked at his partners with a smile on his face, "Sanada... also said, there is another time... just win it in the national competition."

No one moved, which made Yukimura raise his voice, and slowly and calmly speak: "Everyone should have a good rest. Later, it will be dark when we get home."

"..." Footsteps began to move, and a group of people slowly exited the ward.At this time, it was also the end of the visiting time, and a large group of parents walked through this corridor, accompanied by high or low voices of conversation, consolation and sobbing.

The sports teenagers in team uniforms also followed the crowd and stopped because of Liu's footsteps in front of the door.

"Yu?" Everyone turned to look at Liu, and Sanada, who was walking at the end, urged her.

"I...stay here and talk to Jingshi, you guys go back first."

"..." A group of people froze in the aisle, and no one could move until the chaotic footsteps gradually faded away until the sound disappeared.

Sanada lowered the brim of his hat and was about to speak, when the muffled sound of "tearing" from inside the door brought him back to silence.Although they only saw one wall, they all turned their heads in one direction.

A "crash" crash seemed to knock on their hearts, and then a familiar voice resounded through the aisle with an unfamiliar roar, cutting their hearts like a sharp blade.

"Ah!!!" "... um."

Kirihara squatted down and buried his head between his knees, sobbing softly; Marui turned to the other wall and beat it silently with his hands, resting his head on the wall, while Kuwahara patted him on the shoulder; Yagyu raised his head and turned around , Nio leaned his back against the wall and looked up at the ceiling; Sanada lowered his head to face the wall without saying a word; Liu's hands were shaking, and the sweat couldn't be wiped clean.

In the room, Yukimura was able to pour out the pain in his heart, and finally he was not so depressed. He just sat on the hospital bed, covered his face with his hands, and tried to calm down his chaotic thoughts.This is probably the moment when he lost his composure the most, right?Fortunately no one knows.

It's a pity that the career net magazine, which has not yet completed its mission, is torn in half and huddled by the wall.

The future is uncertain, which is really pitiful.

It is rare for a young man who returned to rent a house from the police academy to welcome a "guest" tonight.

The figure in front of the door made him startled: "Guiyou? How did you get to Kanagawa..."

The middle-length haired young man in a small suit entered the door familiarly, and sat on the sofa in silence.Ogasawara closed the door and went to boil water to make tea: "Today seems to be the final...how do you..." Came to Kanagawa?

The bubbles in the kettle float up, gather, and then gradually disappear, turning into turbulent air waves, and the free steam rushes out of the spout, as if the anger has been vented.

"I lost."

"hold head high?"

"broken."

"..."

A cup of tea is placed on the coffee table, and the rising heat can be clearly seen in summer.

"Can this explain anything? The decline of our Lihai?"

"Heh." Shenyong stretched his arms on the back of the sofa, "How is that possible?"

"Jane, you know what I'm thinking."

"...Ah." Not reconciled, why did such a strong team lose?But now, it is useless to immerse yourself in failure, "That's why I say, this proves nothing." Does a king become a commoner when his crown falls?of course not.

Shen Yong picked up the teacup and gently blew away the floating heat: "The Kanto Competition...I once said that this is a matchup that must be won. I don't understand what kind of mentality the students this year have to compete of."

"...We have been away for a long time, Liu Jun."

"Yeah." The empty cup was put back on the tea table, "Pfft, sometimes I'm really stupid when I think about it, it's just a club in middle school, and I've been paying attention to it for so many years...why bother."

"Because of the imprints on your shoulders for three years, time hasn't completely wiped it off."

"Three years..." The slender body sank into the sofa, "ah, looking back, six years have passed."

"So we don't have to pay too much attention to the affairs of the younger generation."

"Well... I feel even more lost after saying that."

"You're just too busy." The schedule of a literary worker is not so tight and rigid.

You and I talked for a long time, Shenyong lay down on the sofa, hugging the pillow: "Hehe, in the end, I still came to ask for comfort, Mr. Jian."

"It's getting late now, aren't you going back to Tokyo?" Ogasawara patted his best friend's calf, and went to the bedroom to clean up. "You come to sleep in the bedroom, the sofa is not comfortable."

"The subject and the guest are reversed, how bad it is."

"Don't talk nonsense there." Ogasawara murmured, "Someone's heart is broken today, come to me to make up for it, don't be exhausted overnight."

"There's been a lot of humor in the past few years, Ken." Shen Yong lay sideways on the sofa, looking at the gray-framed tennis racket hanging beside the TV screen. [Lihai admits defeat, but never bows his head. ]

[In the Kanto finals, I conceded defeat, but Li Hai will not bow his head. ] Yukimura watched the video of the finals quietly, and finally accepted the facts completely, lay down on the bed and covered his face with a quilt, thankful for his best restraint in the evening.

Yukimura thought that Kirihara would lose, thought that he would lose in doubles.He never thought that the losers would be the two people who were as famous as him, the two people who had fought together since the beginning of the country, the two people he trusted so much, and relied on so much...Why!Obviously... Ah, they can't be blamed, he, the minister, was the first to default, wasn't he?

So many crowns crumbled from his shoulders, crushing him and drowning him.The inheritance was broken, and the 15-year inheritance was broken when he was 15 years old.

[Oh, what a coincidence. ]

What face does he have to meet his seniors?

Will someone say: Oh, look, Li Hai works so hard and spends time on training every day, but in the end he lost to Qing Xue, who was just paddling casually and worked hard before the main election?Didn't he lose to the dark horse Qingxue who couldn't make it to the national competition for several years?So what's the use of working so hard?

How did he explain to the members who trusted him so much and insisted on training every day?

The balance of balance has already been rushed to an unknown corner by the surging self-blame.It seemed that there were hands pinching his throat and he couldn't breathe. He could only say to himself desperately-calm down, calm down, the season is not over yet, he needs to do a lot of things.Then let those hands let go of him for a while.

It is inappropriate to vent negative emotions to teammates after a game loss.From the minister's point of view, the failure already made the members feel depressed. If he poured out his anger on his partners, it would be even more difficult for him to adjust his mentality in the national competition afterward; from another point of view...he Minister, he is not qualified to blame his own members because he is absent.

He should take the responsibility because he is the minister.

This is what the minister is responsible for, and he is followed and admired by everyone on weekdays.When he was hit, he was the one who had to take the blame, just like losing a war, the one who was beheaded was the commander.No matter what the reason, it cannot be avoided.Because he is a minister.

The winning streak in Kanto is broken, and he will carry it down.And then at least—

At least, use the national championship to make up for it and bring glory back to the members.

At least, the national three-game winning streak is another record to fill the [-]-game winning streak in Kanto that was cut off by him.

A broken vase looks better when patched up than the broken pieces on the ground, doesn't it?

"Haha..." Sometimes, I really don't know if my extreme calmness is correct.

As soon as the visiting time arrived the next morning, Yukimura welcomed two visitors.

Fujiwara looked at Atobe at the door for a few seconds, then turned and went to the waiting area.

Atobe opened the door gently, with a bulging quilt in his eyes, the projection projection was still turned on, and the swinging movements of Sanada and Echizen were very clear in the screen.

He stepped forward, patted the big "ball", poked out his head with messy dark blue hair, and looked at Atobe with watery eyes: "It's you."

In fact, Yukimura has been awake for a long time, and he is planning to be discharged from the hospital and recover his strength afterwards.Hearing the familiar footsteps, he immediately shrank into the quilt and pretended to be an ostrich to deceive himself, but it was Atobe who came in.He sat up and pointed to the chair beside the bed.

"Why, come to comfort me early in the morning?"

"Hmph, how is it possible." Atobe repeatedly denied, "I didn't see you take the initiative when I was kicked out by Qingxue and went home early." [I am much more miserable than you. ]

"Hehe." [It was indeed a little comforting. ]

"I said," Atobe Zhangyang's voice sank, obviously wanting to get to the point, "Are you going to be discharged from the hospital?"

"I guessed it," Yukimura smiled lightly, "Unfortunately, there is no reward."

"I'm not joking, Yukimura."

"I'm serious too."

"..." Atobe stared at his friend in front of him for a while, "I have received the notice from the conference that Ice Emperor will enter the national competition as the host." He avoided the previous topic.

"Congratulations."

"Oh." Atobe covered his face and took a deep breath, "I really want to refuse!"

"you will not."

"Yes!" Atobe let go of his hand and put it on the bedside table, "I accept it. Chick."

Yukimura was not polite: "Since the admission ticket is renewed, why don't you go to training soon? Why are you here?"

"Is there someone like you who drives people away?"

"You know what I'm talking about." [Take advantage of the opportunity, don't be used as a stepping stone again. ]

"Yukimura, I admit you." [Rival and friend. 】 "My uncle knows that you have always been calm, so—"

"So see you in the national finals."

"Yukimura!"

"You have no position!"

"I'm a minister too, so I can understand—"

"You can't!" Yukimura lifted the quilt and stood up, meeting Atobe's eyes, "Are you Lihai's minister? What is your best record before Ice Emperor? Ah, the top four in the country, right? Kanto won What's it like? Just relying on this kind of record to compare with Li Hai, who has won 15 years in a row?!"

Every sentence pokes your heart.

Atobe suppressed the anger in his heart with good self-cultivation, and stood up suddenly: "Yukimura Seichi! You have to understand what you want to do, and don't regret it when the time comes!"

"I understand very well!"

"What about the consequences?"

"I am certain!"

"You can't get carried away by just one failure."

"Only once? Chi." Yukimura turned his head, "Do you think what I care about is failure itself? Do you think what I care about is the word "constant victory"! "

"I can lose the county competition, I can lose the national competition, but can I lose Kanto Yusho!"

"Kego Atobe, don't take it for granted! Lihai is different from other tennis clubs! Including your ice emperor!"

"The same trophy, how is it different?" Atobe bumped into Yukimura's eyes, "Victory and failure are nothing more than the two. But in competition, it is possible to have the foundation, and you don't have it yet, Yukimura. Think about you Those days before, have you forgotten?" [You know what the "base" I mean. ]

"I'll have it before the national opening."

"You!" Atobe was speechless. He sat down to calm down and looked at the daffodil in the vase.It was sent by him three days ago to replace it, and it was still in full bloom, "You are crazy, Yukimura...you, crazy, are gone!"

"Ah, that's right." Yukimura turned his back and admitted flatly, as if seeing off the guests, "Come on, Atobe."

"Goodbye." The sound of quick steps behind him gradually faded away.

Atobe walked through the waiting area with a gloomy face.Seeing this, Fujiwara stood up.

After pondering in front of the ward for a few minutes, Fujiwara slowly opened the door, and Yukimura leaned against the bedside table with his head bowed.He had heard Fujiwara's footsteps a long time ago, and knew how long he had been standing at the door.

"Yukimura." The familiar voice made Yukimura almost out of breath in panic, and vaguely hoped that this senior would take some extreme punishment measures to make him feel better.

Fujiwara stood by the door, never approaching: "You...since the ministry is handed over to Sanada-kun, keep it until you recover..."

"I've recovered, senior." There was some caution in the soft voice, "I will lead Lihai to win the national three consecutive championships."

"..." Fujiwara took a few steps forward, "Yukimura, do you still remember talking with me? You said, you will go to the league early, transfer to the professional network, and fight for-"

"I don't know." Yukimura's eyes were on Fujiwara's light-colored sneakers. "I just remember that I promised to maintain... Lihai's Kanto winning streak. I said 'Leave it to me'."

"You've tried hard enough."

"No."

"You are powerless in the Kanto finals."

"How come!" Yukimura raised his head, subconsciously dodged after meeting Fujiwara's gaze, and his heated tone slowed down, "I mean, if I can recover faster, and then step up training to recover... the wound five It will be fine at the end of the month, so I obviously have a month and a half to prepare, but I don't, I can obviously catch up with the Kanto competition—"

"What are you kidding?" Fujiwara stopped Yukimura's increasingly unrealistic guesses, "You are an athlete, don't ruin your body."

"..."

"Yukimura, since the winning streak is over, let's go on like this. We can't change what has happened." [You should be born to stand on the tennis court and be looked up to by others, not to be tossed repeatedly by injuries. ]

Yukimura suddenly smiled and met Fujiwara's eyes: "Senior Fujiwara, then, are you really willing?"

The immediate reply in his heart made Fujiwara almost turn his eyes away, but he reacted instantly, looked straight into Yukimura's eyes, and after looking at himself in those eyes for a few seconds, he pursed his lips: "I am not unwilling."

"There will always be a day when it will end."

"Really." Yukimura lowered his head and said nothing.Falling into a silent atmosphere, Fujiwara turned around and walked to the door, giving his last words of comfort: "Yukimura, the moment when you stand on the tennis court is the most dazzling."

"So, don't bet on that possibility."

"..."

There was no response from behind, Fujiwara pulled the door and left.The sound of steady footsteps echoed back into the ward with the door closed.

"Pfft——" Yukimura suddenly laughed out loud, and raised his head, "You're really gentle, senpai."

The author has something to say:

There is another chapter at nine o'clock.

How should I put it, maybe it is really like what my brother said, the acceptance of abuse is much lower than that of Tianwen, and the harshness is much higher?After all, if you are abused, you will feel bad.

So if you think about it carefully, it will be better for those who follow the article, so I put four chapters a day to end this volume.

Then, I will retreat again, because I wrote the most important part.