[Net King] The king's elegance

Yukimura Seiichi knew that he had overslept as soon as he woke up, the bright sunlight sneaked in through the curtains, he stayed up all night painting yesterday, and now his temples are still sore.

wrong!The curtains in his house were specially thickened, and no matter how strong the sun outside was, it was impossible to illuminate the room.

Yukimura Seichi opened his eyes suddenly, only to find that there was a furry head on his chest, his arms were crossed across his waist and abdomen, his hands and feet were entangled under the quilt, and he and another person were very close to each other.

This is a man, a good-looking man who he has never seen before.

"What time is it?" Gong Ri rubbed his eyes, reached for the phone next to the bed to look at it, then lay back down and lay down again: "It's only eight o'clock, I'll sleep for a while, there are buns I just bought yesterday in the refrigerator, you can Eat it when it's hot." After speaking, he rubbed Yukimura Seiichi's collar.

Yukimura Seiichi froze and waited for the person in his arms to fall asleep again. He stepped out of bed lightly and rushed to the bathroom immediately. His appearance had not changed, and his age should have not changed. When he turned on the phone, his name was still Yukimura Seiichi. But he is not the original him.

Parallel world?Or time travel?Yukimura Seiichi thought of some of the novels his younger sister liked to read recently, even if this matter seemed so absurd, he had to believe it now.

This is a two-storey small bungalow, which reveals the warm atmosphere of two people's life everywhere. Turning the stairs, Yukimura Seiki froze in place. The most conspicuous place in the living room is a glass window that almost reaches the ceiling. The trophies full of gold medals exude a dreamlike brilliance.

Yukimura Seiichi, Miyahime Myoken.

These two names are on all the trophies, and the most recent one is this year's French Open Fire|Gunners Cup. The fingertips lightly brushed the cold metal, and this moment seemed like a lifetime ago.

"Why don't you have breakfast?" A sleepy voice came from behind, and the blond man stood on the stairs and yawned.

Miyahito Minggen, a professional tennis player who is as strong as him, is also Yukimura's lover in this world. Yukimura Seiichi rubbed the ring on his finger, thinking in his heart whether to tell him the truth or hide the past.

I don't know when I will be able to go back, and it is very likely that I will stay in this world for the rest of my life. Yukimura Seichi did not want to deceive the other party, so he took off the ring on his finger: "Miyahi-kun..."

Before he finished speaking, Gong Ri ran towards him with a worried face, and pressed his warm palm on his forehead, "Jingshi, are you feeling unwell?"

It was too close, Yukimura Seiichi took a step back a little unaccustomed, but seeing Miyahito on the opposite side also frowned and took a step back: "You...what did you call me just now?"

"I'm not the Yukimura Seiichi you know."

"You are not Yukimura Seichi." The two said in unison.

Yukimura Seichi raised his eyebrows in surprise, he didn't expect Miyahito to be so sensitive, since this is the case, everything is easy to explain: "Hello, I am Yukimura Seiichi, from another world."

As he spoke, he tilted his head in distress, "I don't know if you have heard of the theory of parallel worlds."

"I understand." After going through time travel, there is nothing strange about soul swapping, Gong Ri said with complicated eyes: "Anyway, let's have breakfast first, let's chat while eating."

The sudden situation made Miyahito a little distraught. Rather than asking where Yukimura Seichi came from, he was more concerned about whether the two of them could be exchanged. Very uncomfortable.

Miyahi exhaled, trying to make his voice sound relaxed: "Can you tell me something about Yukimura-kun in that world? For example, did you fall in love?" He blinked playfully while speaking.

Seiichi Yukimura's tense shoulders eased, he shook his head and said, "I'm not in a relationship, I live alone, and now I'm mainly engaged in painting, and I just opened a small gallery last year."

At the age of 25, he was engaged in painting work, and Miyahito subconsciously squeezed his chopsticks tightly. The Yukimura in front of him might be Yukimura Seichi who followed the manga world line, but Yukimura in the manga world is the male god he admires, but not his lover.Miyahi opened his mouth and wanted to ask if the other party was not playing tennis, but thinking of Yukimura's back standing in front of the trophy window before, he held back his curiosity and concern: "Is your body okay? Drawing is also a hard job , sitting in front of a canvas for hours is tiring."

"The doctor said it's okay as long as it's not strenuous exercise." Seiichi Yukimura saw that Miyahito was hesitant to speak, and he generously shared his experience: "I also like painting very much. Although it's a pity that I changed my career four years ago I can adapt, and I am very happy with my life now." Even so, he clenched his left hand hard, stronger than his body that could only hold a paintbrush.

Gong Ri was silent for a moment and suddenly said: "Do you want to have a match with me?"

The yellow ball hitting the court brings out familiar and unfamiliar bass sounds. The silver racket is not the style he used to use, but it fits very well with his body. Muscle memory responds before thinking. It is just a few ordinary pairs Pulling, Yukimura Seiichi can feel his body is full of infinite power, healthy breathing, clear thinking, what he desires most.

In order to take care of Yukimura Seiichi, Miyahi did not give full play, and even controlled the speed of the ball at his level five years ago, and then was scored by the opponent with a smash.

Yukimura Seichi shook his arms, his eyes were sharp and he said: "Are you always playing around like this?"

I haven't touched a racket for four years, but I can adapt so quickly. It really is Yukimura Seiichi. No matter which world Yukimura is born to stand at the pinnacle of tennis, Miyahito slightly bends his knees and changes the racket to his right hand. The originally restrained aura Instantly unfolded: "Since this is the case, let me show you the world-class level."

"I have also stood on the world stage before." Yukimura Seichi showed the first smile from the heart after coming to this world.

The collision of mental power was so fast that there was only the sound of air currents. It was only one game. Both of them were already sweating. Yukimura Seiichi's fingers trembled slightly. It was not because he couldn't hold the racket but because he was too excited. The long game made him seem to have returned to the clay court, with enthusiasm in his eyes. It turned out that he didn't care about it, it turned out that he had never forgotten it.

Miyahi crossed the net and sat cross-legged beside Yukimura Seiichi who was lying on the ground: "It's amazing, it seems to be back in junior high school." With the vigor and drive of a teenager, the peaceful life of a painter has never shattered the spirit. The only one in my son's heart is me.

"Are you sad about losing the game?"

"When I was young, I thought it was unbelievable, but today I lost to you for granted." Seiichi Yukimura let his sweaty hair block his view, squinted his eyes, and recalled the last game of the road to three consecutive victories in junior high school The game, that nightmarish day, that figure that will never be forgotten.

"Did I lose ugly at that time?"

Miyahito paused, turned his head to look into the eyes of Yukimura Seiichi, and it took him a while to realize that what Yukimura said was about the match between junior high school and Echizen: "Winning was very beautiful, and won a crucial victory. Let Lihai's three consecutive championships become a myth that cannot be broken until now."

Yukimura Seiichi closed his eyes, the corners of his mouth curled up, it turned out that he would not lose in every world, it turned out that it was not an unbreakable fate, that's good, that's good.

After lunch, Miyahi accompanied Yukimura Seiichi to the seaside of Kanagawa. The coastal route accompanied them for six years during their school days. The changing figures in the same scenery and the salty sea breeze always hooked them. Bring back memories of the past.

Standing at the gate of the High School Affiliated to Lihai University, Gong Ri looked up at the century-old school: "I haven't been here for a long time, do you want to go in and have a look?"

"No, even if the appearance is exactly the same, the memories are not the same." The important thing is never the place, but the people around you.

As night falls, the dream of the day reappears, and revisiting the old place is like the end of a movie. After the anxiety, excitement, and novelty, there is an unknown confusion.

Gong Ri looked at the familiar facial features and unfamiliar expression of the person in front of him, bit his lip and finally asked the words he held in his heart: "If you can't go back like this, what are you going to do?" Or in other words, what is he going to do.

Yukimura Seichi smiled reassuringly at Miyahi: "Don't worry, he will definitely come back, I have a hunch." As soon as he finished speaking, his body became heavy and his consciousness gradually became cloudy.

When the time came, Yukimura Seichi knew it clearly: "Thank you, Miyahi-kun, I am really happy today." At the end of his consciousness dissipating, he saw Miyahi standing on tiptoe and giving himself a hug, which was so warm that he felt at ease.

"Ming Xuan?"

Before Miyahi could say his farewell, the familiar title and embraced with his arms tightened in response, he held Yukimura's face in surprise: "You're back?! You scared me to death!" Cried.

Not in a lonely room, Yukimura hugged his lover into his arms, "I'm back, I'm sorry for making you worry."

In a dark bedroom and a cold bed, Yukimura thought he was having a nightmare when he woke up, and then he found that the world was worse than a nightmare.

It was a world without court days and without tennis. The room was full of artistic atmosphere but there was no trace of tennis. He searched through the photos and records of his middle school days. Eight people were being selected for the tennis club, and he was only one step away from winning the championship Yao's defeat, he looked at himself holding the silver trophy in his hand, laughing uglier than crying.

If the failure of the game is another possibility, the tennis road interrupted by the recurrence of the disease is the last straw that overwhelms his dream.His frail body and pale complexion all speak of his four years of experience.

Pressing down on the complexity in his heart, the fact that he couldn't find any trace of Miyahi made him completely panicked. Yukimura called Sanada to Yanagi, and even got in touch with Atobe, but no one knew Miyahi. Xuan, no one knows that Gong Himing Xuan, the Atobe family has never had an illegitimate child.

In this world, there is no Gongri Mingxuan in his life.

Yukimura lay on the single bed in the bedroom, ignoring the frantically vibrating mobile phone in his hand. If this was a nightmare, he hoped to wake up soon.

"So that's what happened. I came here early in the morning, but I was shocked." Miyahi took Yukimura's hand and poured beans out of a bamboo tube, and said a lot, and finally said seriously: "How about Let's go to the shrine tomorrow to worship."

Yukimura lightly rubbed Miyahi's shoulder and said, "Okay, I'll listen to you." The warmth of the person in his arms eased the panic of the whole day, but it was not enough.

"But was Mingxuan hugging him when I came back? Mingxuan sympathized with him? Or did he like him?" Of course Yukimura believed that there would be no problem in just one day, but he was afraid that he was in urgent need of comfort after losing his heart.

"Mingxuan was in his arms when he woke up in the morning. Did you dress properly? Did you act like a baby to him?"

Miyahi was stunned, he looked at Yukimura's increasingly dangerous eyes and defended: "No, no, the body is yours, I was not awake at that time!" Can this be jealous?Why didn't he realize that Yukimura was still jealous!

The appearance of not waking up is even worse.

Yukimura's eyes darkened, he bent one leg and knelt on the sofa, brushed away the broken hair in front of Miyahiri's eyes with his right hand, and enveloped him under his body, his movements were gentle but strong: "Mingxuan is so good, he must also like it very much." .”

"You, uh, talk carefully..." His cheeks blushed uncontrollably, Miyahi was trapped on the sofa by Yukimura and couldn't move, he put his arms around Yukimura's neck, trying to comfort his lover who was suddenly jealous, "I I only like you, Yukimura Seichi who likes this world."

His slender fingers slowly unbuttoned the neckline of the person below him. The traces left on the shoulders from last night have not faded. Yukimura leaned down and kissed gently along the traces, "I know."

The most gentle words were spoken on the mouth, but the movements were unambiguous.

The new shirt that has not been replaced has creased marks that cannot be healed.

The orange under the warm lamp swayed into light spots, and he vaguely saw Yukimura approaching his ear and whispering something.

However, the chaotic brain fell into a trance again before it could process the information.

In the bathroom, Yukimura was testing the temperature of the water. Miyahito slowly calmed down his shortness of breath. The body lying on the bed was still trembling uncontrollably. It was too ruthless and too fierce. It didn't compare to the state after the game. It felt like a week times are all used up.The chaotic thoughts gradually came back, he hugged the thin quilt around his waist and rolled around, and finally couldn't help laughing.

He remembered, just now, with the grand fireworks exploding in the sky, Yukimura solemnly said in his ear: "It's nice to have a world with you."