[Net King] Please play tennis with the professional me

I'm afraid of ghosts, I've had it since my previous life.After experiencing rebirth, I am even more in awe of ghosts, these unnatural life forms.

So when the child's voice sounded, my second reaction was to warn myself not to answer.

"Why are you squatting at my door?"

The child's voice was full of pure curiosity. This voice sounded very familiar. I couldn't tell where I had heard this voice, and it felt like I had heard it thousands of times.

I really wanted to look up to confirm, but I was afraid that when I opened my eyes, it would be the kind of scene that would make people die on the spot.

"Why don't you speak?"

I'm afraid that if I speak, you'll wring my head off, but I'm also afraid that if I don't speak, you'll still wring my head off.

With a distinct trill, I heard my own voice: "Because...it's too dark and I'm scared."

"Then why don't you go home?"

"I don't know which way home is."

"Then...do you want to come to my house?"

Here comes this question of death.Whether you were sealed in the wall by cement, drowned in a water tank by human traffickers, or your head was screwed off, you are still looking for it.

In the countless dark nights when I scared myself half to death, I mustered up great courage to open my eyes.It was the same this time, I took a deep breath and looked up, the vague figure of the child was hiding behind the gate, and the warm yellow light in the room came out from behind him.

Ah...not a ghost child.No cement, no water tank, no big head is great.

After confirming that it was just a human cub, I breathed a sigh of relief. While feeling relieved, I couldn't help but want to preach: "Did my family tell you not to talk to strangers casually, or even invite others home."

According to the rules of supernatural stories, don't talk to strangers casually, or even invite others to go home.

"But," his justification was interrupted, and with the sound of footsteps, another child complained.

It's the Japanese I'm used to: "The little one is so slow, so slow!"

A tall figure pushed open the gate of the courtyard, and also communicated in Japanese: "Ryoma, haven't you called anyone in yet?"

The sudden increase in human voices made it seem more humane, not to mention the Japanese I am familiar with.I slowly touched the wall and stood up. Before I had time to say hello, I heard that familiar address.

When I was in a daze, the gate of the courtyard was completely opened, and the familiar faces of the adults and children were very clear under the light of the room.

"Yuejian Shanling, right? Your father just called me and said he left you at my door."

Not yet, that decadent uncle scratched the back of his head and muttered in a low voice, "I thought it was a joke, but I didn't expect to really leave my daughter to me."

"I'm your Uncle Echizen Nanjiro, come with me."

It turned out that the retired sports player that Dad reported was Echizen Nanjiro, and the two became friends because of the interview process of that report.

I still haven't recovered.Echizen Nanjiro put the microphone of the landline into my hand, and I stood in the warm room and listened blankly to my father's triumphant laughter from the other end of the microphone: "Dad has thrown away those people, and will come to pick you up later oh."

Who would have thought that such a coincidence, when I was escaping, I saw the Echizen house I had visited, and while my father was overjoyed, he probably didn't realize that I was struck by lightning at all.

I couldn't take my eyes off the man at all.

He hasn't grown up like he did later, his face is fleshy, and the expression on his face is more of shyness and curiosity. After noticing my gaze, he grabbed the corner of the person next to him and hid behind him.

Echizen Ryuya, who was blocking my younger brother, brought back my thoughts: "Your eyes are really scary."

I realized my impoliteness belatedly, and lowered my eyes with complicated emotions, "I'm sorry, I'm rude."

Echizen Minamijiro over there finished the conversation with my dad, and came over to ease the atmosphere: "Longya, don't be so cruel to your pretty sister, you won't be able to find a girlfriend in the future."

"There's nothing to be shy about, Ryoma, come out and say hello to your new friends."

The two brothers stood in front of me, one who was arrogant since childhood: "Echizen Ryuya, please give me your advice."

The other one is just the soft and cute version: "Hi, hello, my name is Echizen Ryoma. My father asked me to go out to pick you up just now!"

I realized that he was refuting my previous preaching, so I couldn't help laughing.

Sure enough, Echizen Ryoma was still the same Echizen Ryoma.Only the reluctance to admit defeat in the character has been revealed since childhood.

"My name is Tsukimi Sansuzu. Nice to meet you... guys."

I am very happy to know Echizen Ryoma from a distance of a parallel universe.

Late that night, I developed a high fever.The doctor said that it was because the child's physical fitness was very weak, and I had blown the cold wind for a long time, and I might have been frightened, which caused the high fever tormented me for three days.

The culprit, Mr. Takeshi Asahina, was very guilty. He just put down his work and took care of me for three days under my father's death stare.

I'm so burnt out.Sometimes I feel like I am being pulled back to the hospital bed in my previous life, but my uncle chattering by the bed will drag me back to this world again.

In my head, like a slide show, I played the game of my previous life. As a reward from my father, my room was once filled with cartoons about him.After all, I once fancied myself living in his attention.My father was relentless in motivating me with a false character.

Later, I failed, and all those things that had been cherished for many years were lost by my mother with the reason of being playful.

I remember every game he played, big or small, because I have watched it many, many times with my heart, and I can't forget it even if I want to.Every time I face a difficult situation, I will imagine how he can break such a move.

Thankfully I was still living in a normal tennis world at the time, at least the difficulty of dismantling moves was not high.

In fact, when I saw the official distribution news in my last life, I knew very well that this day would always come, but I thought it might be a long time later, after the story ended, after all, he was in my heart

——Ten years have been the prince of tennis.

Writer Yi Shu wrote in "Four Parts": "Love breakup is the same as suffering from cancer. There will be a four-step reaction. First, it is crying bitterly. Second, it is anger and denial of the facts. Then, despair and depression. Finally, poor and unfortunate The person concerned, instead of dying, will recover."

Same, I've been through this.My first reaction was "sure enough", as I said before, I care about every clue, and I am clearly worried about a certain future.

Then there was the powerless anger, and I found a lot of people who were in denial like me, and we said "can't accept this fact".I yelled at the author, at the work, and even couldn't help but blame him in the end.

Every anger is followed by a deep sense of powerlessness.After so many years, the last target of my anger was only myself.

In the end, I finally compromised with myself.

I compromised with my parents, compromised with life, and finally compromised with myself very easily.

I died and was thrown into a new cycle.

I don't know if God wanted me to forget something that I shouldn't have brought.The high fever is like a real fire, igniting many memories in my mind.

It took more than a week to fully recover from this illness. I felt that I had been recuperated, but I seemed to have forgotten a lot of things.

There is really a feeling of forgetting the past and truly rebirth. In short, all this seems to be arranged by God.

Poor unfortunate client—I, I'm looking for a way to recover.

I want to fight to the end with those cancer cells called like him.

Just pick up tennis, which I am good at, and start by teaching him to play tennis well.How can you let down your career fans because of the love of your children.

More importantly, since the cheater Echizen Minamijiro exists, I can learn more about tennis.Break through the self of the previous life.

Opening my notebook full of crooked human figures, I wrote on a new page: "This year, I will never like Echizen Ryoma again!"

"Play tennis hard! Be world class again!"

I stopped writing and looked at the resolution I wrote down, bit the tip of my tongue, and added two exclamation marks "!!"

I closed the notebook and put it back in the drawer. I hugged the tennis racket and went out to find my dad. He hadn’t been out for a few days because of my illness, and he was cooking porridge in the kitchen wearing a bear apron.

"Dad! I want to learn tennis from Uncle Echizen Nanjiro!"

"Oh, it's hot, it's hot!!!" My father, who was so frightened by my voice and stuck the spoon to his face, yelled. After a while, he finally calmed down and looked at me.

I don't know who I learned from, my father took out a tennis ball from his trouser pocket and threw it over, and asked me seriously: "Have you decided?"

"Tennis doesn't need brains like Go, nor does it need aesthetics like flower arrangement. Tennis only needs sweat to hit back the ball hit by others. If Ling decides to learn tennis, he has to work hard."

It just so happened to be the only thing I was good at in my two lifetimes.

"It's decided!"

Father and daughter visited Echizen House again.The retired tennis player who has nothing to do is taking care of the children at home, although the word "bringing" may be more appropriate to describe it as "playing".

Hearing my request, Echizen Nanjiro just looked down at my eyes: "Then let's try fighting Longya first."

Compared with Echizen Ryuya, I have more experience; but relatively, being two years younger than him, I can't handle a heavy racket well.

For the new me, this was the first time I played tennis, and my body didn't seem to fit me.Obviously optimistic about the ball, but also because the steps are too small to keep up.

The score is often lost on the racket and I am sitting on the ground with strength.Even a few times it was my own serve error.

When I was annoyed, Echizen Minamijiro squatted down and looked at me for a while, and finally smiled: "Then let's enjoy playing tennis together."

"!!good!!"

The rehabilitation program is officially launched! ! !

The author has something to say:

Considering that most of you have only watched animations, I basically refer to animations.

In the theatrical version of "Two Samurai", the Echizen family is a villa in the suburbs, with its own tennis court, orange grove, and even the sea next to it.

In Xin Wang Wang, it is an ordinary American-style villa with a courtyard, and the courtyard was converted into a tennis court by Nanjiro.

Here it is written according to the general American style villa with courtyard.

Lingmei has started playing tennis and is about to start a rehabilitation program that lasts for more than ten years.

This chapter is considered a transition, harm, I don’t know what I am writing every day.