[Net King] The king's elegance

"Just now, this 4-hour and 46-minute match finally decided the winner. The 25-year-old Japanese player Seiichi Yukimura defeated Miyahichi Minggen, who is also from Japan, and won the first Wimbledon men's singles championship in his career. , This is his 12th personal Grand Slam championship." The female reporter's hand holding the microphone was trembling slightly, her cheeks were flushed with excitement, and the sound of thousands of people cheering in the background was like a huge wave: "It is also the first time for Yukimura Seiichi. Career Grand Slam."

The scorching sun evaporated the moist water vapor, and the sharp green grass stepped on the feet with soft tenacity. Gong Rixu held the racket, and the soreness of his shoulders was transmitted to every finger like an electric current. The lights of the cameras flashed everywhere, and he would lie on the grass field without any image and rest for a while.

The 25-year-old Grand Slam winner is not only truly unprecedented in the history of Asian tennis, but also amazing enough to look at the world. After this season, Yukimura's world ranking will rise to No. [-].

Stepping into the professional net for eight years, from repeated defeats at the beginning to five consecutive Wimbledon crowns, on this grassland, Miyahito prevented Yukimura from achieving the Grand Slam by himself, just like Yukimura Dominated the French Open championship throne for six years.

One of them guards Wimbledon and the other dominates the French Open. Neither of them is willing to back down. They are former teammates who grew up together when they were teenagers, but the two of them fight like enemies for thousands of years every time they fight.

There are even tabloids digging deep into the old stories of the two, and all kinds of stories that distort the facts are made up in a hype, as if to prove that this pair of rising stars in the Japanese tennis world is incompatible.

Yukimura picked out a few important interviews and answered questions routinely. Seeing more and more reporters rushing up, he lost his patience. He gave a look to the assistant around him, lowered his eyes and squeezed out of the crowd with a polite smile.

It was the first time in five years that he lost the championship at Wimbledon. Gong Ri was full of gossip reporters. Facing the aggressive faces behind the microphone, Gong Ri's inner impatience was about to show in a second. on the face.

He really doesn't understand what these big-brained outsiders think. Even if he and Yukimura are not lovers, they are friends for many years. As opponents, he witnesses Yukimura's summit Grand Slam, and 90.00% of his heart is joy. One part is also the chagrin of one's own failure.

The mobile phone in his pocket vibrated slightly, the corners of Gong Ri's mouth curled up, showing an imperceptible smile, and handed over the outside world to the team around him to deal with. No loser loses.

"That's why I told you not to eat that bite of ice cream last night." Yukimura sat in the car, flipping through the latest issue of tennis magazine, and didn't answer when he heard the door open.

Miyahi pulled Yukimura's right hand and put it on her stomach, and gently massaged the warm palm through the clothes. Miyahi was like a cat being groomed, and snorted twice in comfort: "You mean you The champion wins without martial arts?" In fact, the stomach distension has recovered long ago, but he just wanted to be coquettish. After a few years, under Yukimura's connivance, Miyahito's temper has increased a lot, and all kinds of venomous tongues come out with his mouth.

Yukimura patted his thigh and told Gong Ri to lie down on his side: "I mean you won't lose so hard." As a big devil, it is still easy to suppress a grandson monkey.

Miyahito pursed his lips unwillingly, lying on Yukimura's lap, clenched his fists without any momentum and shouted: "Next year, next year I will definitely win the French Open championship from you!"

No matter how high-end and luxurious the golden and silver nests outside are, they are still not as comfortable as their own small nests.

On the third day after Wimbledon ended, Yukimura and Miyahito couldn't wait to pack their bags and go back to Japan. Although there was still the US Open to attend, the two of them squeezed out a week to go back to China to spend their time together.

"Now the outside world is speculating whether you can win the four Grand Slams of the year in one fell swoop this year." Gong Ri lay on the bed, dangling with his feet up, gossiping: "As far as I know, because of your feat this year, Tezuka Both Echizen and Echizen are determined to hit the US Open."

"The opponent who goes all out is what I want." Yukimura stood in front of the mirror changing clothes, glanced at the child lying on the bed, and couldn't help urging: "Breakfast is going to be cold, get up quickly, I have to draw in the morning I want to eat grilled jack mackerel for lunch." Living together for five years, the two have not clearly defined who lives in the home and who works outside, and they have never quarreled over household chores.

Miyahi took down Yukimura's special order in his mind, turned over lazily, his waist was still a little sore, thanks to his good physical strength as an athlete, he took out his phone from the bedside and changed his position to continue lying on the bed, "Lian Er Ask in the group if we want to get together?"

"Akaya hasn't returned to China yet, let's get together after this year's season is over." Yukimura walked to the bed and stuffed the pillow behind Miyahi: "Forget it, I'll bring you breakfast, remember to clean up after eating."

Gong Ri kept his fingers crackling and declined Liu Lian'er's proposal in the group, waved his hand perfunctorily and said, "Hey, I promise to complete the task~"

The group instantly became lively because of the bubbling of Gongri. As social animals, Yanagi Renji, Sanada, and Nioh rushed to work, chatted a few words and hurried off the assembly line. Dozens of messages were swiped across the screen, most of them were rainbow farts and the declaration of the thousand and first challenge.

'So you played against Echizen at the club these days? Gong Ri managed to extract the key information from the 99+ news.

Kirihara confessed honestly, 'We played a game yesterday, but we didn't try our best. '

Because of Yukimura and Miyahito's domineering rule over the French Open and Wimbledon, the Australian Open and the US Open have become absolutely popular places for everyone to compete for the championship every year. Among them, Tezuka and Echizen have won the championship successively, and Kirihara also won the championship every time. Can get good grades.

Although Kirihara was vague, Miyahito knew that this year's Echizen was much stronger than last year's. Since he failed to snipe at Wimbledon, he will try his best at this year's US Open. He will never lose until he meets Yukimura.

Dr. Liu Sheng, a contemporary medical student who got up early to go to class, finally finished class. After quickly scrolling through the news in the group, he specially called Gong Ri to congratulate him.

"Remember to send me a copy of your physical examination report this year, and I'll help you take a look." He said he was a doctoral student, but he actually worked in the hospital for more than a year. Compared with the results of the competition, Liu Sheng cared more about his friend's health and became a doctor. Afterwards, occupational diseases became more serious, and every season, they strictly supervised the physical condition of the two of them like a family doctor.

Yukimura finished tidying up the easel and colored pens, and when he came out, he saw the back of Miyahiri in an apron standing in the kitchen, waiting for battle. Over the past few years, Miyahiri's cooking skills have not improved much, but his grilling fish has become more and more proficient.

Yukimura consciously serves meals, three dishes and one soup, which can be handled by two people in one meal. Yukimura thought for a while and suggested: "Let's go to Hakone to soak in the hot springs in the afternoon and stay there for one night." I don't want to cook for a day, so I might as well go on a short trip and get three meals a day by the way.

Gong Ri's eyes were a little subtle, and his tone was slightly vigilant: "Hot springs in summer?" He immediately remembered that Yukimura also said lightly that he wanted to soak in hot springs in a certain year, and then, and then he did not even have the strength to train the next day. nothing!

Yukimura could see through the unhealthy thoughts in Miyahito's head at a glance, he picked up the fishbone slowly, "I took you to relax, what are you thinking about."

"Ahem, what do you think, who is to blame for this?" Every few days after the finals, Yukimura would unconsciously spread the remnants of the competition to the bed. Touching the fire is like drowning in a gentle village.

But as the one under pressure, the price after the high is that his waist is about to break. Every time Miyahi envies and hates to see Yukimura who has calmed down and can seamlessly connect to training, while he can only stay in bed for a day' Not doing business'.

Miyahi felt that one of the main reasons for the current situation was his soft heart. At the beginning, he was afraid of Yukimura and was afraid of pain, so he upheld the attitude of an older person who lived an extra life, and volunteered to let Yukimura do whatever he wanted, and he has never turned over since then.

Thinking of this, Miyahi began to feel itchy again, he put down the bowl and chopsticks, and confirmed to Yukimura solemnly: "Our previous agreement still counts."

Yukimura was stunned for a moment before realizing it, he raised his eyebrows and felt funny, he didn't expect this could be a way to motivate Gong Ri, so it seems that Gong Ri is the one who is not serious: "It counts, as long as you are in the United States If the net beats me, I will listen to you."

The so-called agreement was a request made after Gongri was suppressed for another year.

If Miyahito beats Yukimura to win the championship in any of the four major open tournaments, then he can counterattack. Who wouldn’t want to see Yukimura’s hair scattered on the pillow, eyes flushed and ready to cry? Just thinking about it made his mouth dry, and Gong Ri worked so hard for this, and finally won the title of the undefeated God of Wimbledon.

However, the dream is beautiful, and the reality is calculated by Yukimura. The so-called counterattack is only two nights after the final, which is like removing the plate before the long-awaited Manchu banquet has tasted.

It's more torturous than not being able to eat if you don't let him have a good time after he has aroused his appetite!

Miyahi also raised a protest, but without exception, Yukimura pushed them back. Obviously, there is not much difference in strength between the two, and the five centimeter height difference has become a fatal loophole for Miyahi to stand up every time. In addition, Yukimura's growing The aura of the Great Demon King, after all, is one foot taller than the devil.

As a result, Gong Ri regarded the championship of the four major open tournaments every year as extremely important. After all, it is better to eat meat a few times a year than to be eaten all the time. Unfortunately, this year, because of Yukimura's fierce offensive, he not only failed One more chance to counterattack, and also lost his only chance at Wimbledon. If the US Open doesn't work harder, he can only lie down as a salted fish this year.

This temporary trip to the hot springs did not have Sima Zhao's heart as promised by Yukimura, but in the charming atmosphere surrounded by water vapor, half-dewed clothes, and the bright moonlight smeared on the skin, he actually wanted to be a gentleman who was not disturbed. This is simply against the laws of nature, and only Yukimura can come up with this trick to cure Gonghiri.

Another summer, the clay court in June gradually began to heat up. As the temperature increased, the audience cheered more enthusiastically. After the last ball fell, Miyahi, who lost to Yukimura on the green grass last year, today He won his first French Open championship on the French Open field. After a year, Japan once again gave birth to a professional Grand Slam player.

"The road you walked last year, I will walk it again this year completely. Although I lost the Australian Open, as long as I win next year, it will be considered as a whole year." Gong Ri proudly looked like a winner After the celebration banquet, he happily clung to Yukimura: "This year I can stand up and call the shots and sing too haha! Two to four makes eight, and it will be ten days if you add it up, hehe~"

Yukimura put his arms around the child who was dizzy from drinking too much alcohol and put him on the bed. Hearing Miyahiri's bold words, he reached out and rubbed Miyahiri's bright red cheeks: "Be careful of being too proud and overturning the car."

Perhaps it was Su Yi who had been starving for a whole year the year before, and Gong Ri was just like what he declared, and the whole season after that was like a divine help, and he was invincible all the way. .

"At the moment when the US Open final came to an end, the 26-year-old Japanese player Miyahito Myoken successfully won the three Grand Slams of this year." She was still a female reporter last year, and the breeze blew her hair on her forehead, but she was excited Sweaty palms: "This achievement is the second Japanese player to complete it after Seiichi Yukimura."

In the rankings on the world rankings, Seiichi Yukimura and Minggen Miyahito occupy the first place and the second place. Miyahiri looked at the double cover published in the magazine with satisfaction, turned around and threw himself into Yukimura's arms: " It feels like a dream, to be at the top of the world with you."

Yukimura's eyes were still moist with emotion after the incident, "I expected this day to come many years ago, and I never doubted your strength." His lover's hair pricked his neck slightly itchy, But his hand indulged Gong Ri to make trouble in his arms.

More than ten years ago, he could more or less predict his future glory, but he couldn't predict the company of his lover who would never be separated. Perhaps, as everyone called him, he was the son of God favored by heaven. Tennis and love, he has all.