[Net King] The king's elegance

As the so-called first-time familiarity, when Yukimura opened his eyes again and found himself in a strange place, he observed the surrounding environment calmly. It seemed that he was in the corridor of the school, and he could see the playground through the railing.Yukimura frowned, and looked down at his palm. It wasn't an adult with distinct phalanges, but it looked like he was twelve or thirteen years old. What was even more surprising was that his body had become translucent.

Could it be that even the body has changed this time?

Yukimura looked up to find the sign to find the bathroom, but was stunned again, he was probably not in Japan anymore.

The bulletin boards were full of Chinese characters that he didn't understand, and the vaguely spoken statement in the classroom was pronounced in Chinese, but he could understand the meaning, as if an automatic translator was stored in his mind.

Because of Miyahi's preference for China, he also learned some Chinese. Yukimura stood by the window, looked at the words written by the teacher on the blackboard, and finally confirmed that he really came to China from Japan.

It was hard to find a mirror, with blue-purple hair, a white headband, and a little baby fat on his cheeks. The one in the mirror was 12-year-old Seiichi Yukimura.

Just as he was thinking about the next step, there was a voice coming from outside the bathroom, and Yukimura subconsciously wanted to avoid it, but the student who walked in went straight through half of his body, and the two of them chatted and laughed but didn't notice anything.

Not only has his body shrunk, he has also turned into a Piao that no one can see.

The successive evidences forced Yukimura to admit this fact. He looked down at his translucent palm with an inexplicable expression.Strange country, changing body, until now he has not figured out what is the purpose of this crossing.

The bell rang for the end of get out of class, and a large group of people rushed to grab lunch. Even if they would not be hit, Yukimura still stood in a hidden corner and waited for the crowd to pass.

"Mingxuan, hurry up, you won't be able to grab the meal!"

"Don't worry, don't worry, my arm... If it doesn't work, go to the canteen and buy instant noodles and sausages."

The familiar name came to his ears, and Yukimura subconsciously took two steps forward. In the few Chinese he learned with Miyahiri, there was Miyahi Minggen's name, "Mingxuan..." Yukimura repeated softly in Chinese After reading it again, he had a hunch that it was not simply a duplicate name.

"Hey? Why did you stop?"

The boy in sportswear and school uniform looked around and said uncertainly, "I seem to hear someone calling me..." Moist and black eyes rolled, short black hair, and a childish face. Palace days are eight points similar.

"You are hallucinating from hunger. There is no one else at this point except you, a procrastinator." The friend next to him rolled his eyes, "There is a physical test in the afternoon, don't worry if you are an athlete, I can't play hungry .”

"I play tennis, not the track and field team, as if I'm not afraid of 1000 meters." Mingxuan said as he glanced behind him. He clearly saw a person in the corner on the left just now, who seemed to be outside the school. Yes, why did God disappear in a flash?

Yukimura, who hid in the classroom, held his chin in thought for a moment, he had an idea that might need to be verified.

After waiting until school was over, Yukimura fell far behind Mingxuan. It was not until Mingxuan and his friends waited on the bus stop that he pretended to step forward inadvertently. Sure enough, Mingxuan looked up at him. He also leaned to the right to make room for him.

"You can see me."

The delicate boy with dyed blue-purple hair had gentle eyes. Mingxuan looked around, and they were all grown-ups with their heads down swiping their phones. He hesitated and said, "Are you talking to me?" Mingxuan didn't remember who he knew. Very young.

At the moment Mingxuan talked to him, Yukimura felt a mysterious feeling in his heart. If he had to describe it, it was that a thread held in his hand had found a destined person on the other end.

"Although I don't know the reason, but so far only you can see me." Yukimura reached out and patted the shoulder of the office worker next to him, but the other party did not respond.

It was only then that Mingxuan realized that the other party's entire body was translucent. He rubbed his eyes vigorously, and the delicate young man in front of him was still looking at him with a smile on his face. Mingxuan took two steps back in shock, and shook his head violently: "No, no, I must have not woken up, it was all a hallucination, it must be the sequelae of the 1000 meters in the afternoon." When he goes home and sleeps, everything will return to normal.

However, after eating and sleeping, not only did he not return to normal, the A Piao he met by chance followed him home. Mingxuan sat at the desk with a headache and prepared to use the skill of talking: "So are you a ghost? Why are you following me? Listen to my advice, young people, it’s not good to be too attached to the mortal world, if you follow me like this, I will find a master to take you in.”

Yukimura laughed out loud. He didn't expect Miyahi's previous life to be so cute. He patiently explained: "I am neither dead nor a ghost. Well, have you read novels? It's the kind of soul leaving the body, and I also I didn't follow you voluntarily, since I talked to you, I found out that I can only keep a distance of up to ten meters from you."

In the end, he added a malicious sentence: "You can regard me as a god."

"You are at most a sophomore, a cosplayer Yukimura Seiichi's Two-dimensional boy!" Although he wanted to refute, Mingxuan had to admit that just now, he did feel the connection the other party said.

"You know me?!" Hearing the words Yukimura Seiichi, Yukimura's calm expression finally changed. Could it be that this is not Miyaji's life but reincarnation?

"I don't know you, I only know Yukimura Seichi." Mingxuan pointed: "I'm wearing a coat, a white headband, and iris purple hair. No matter how you look at it, you look exactly like Yukimura, but to be honest, your cosplay The level is pretty good."

"I am Seiichi Yukimura, from Kanagawa, Japan." Yukimura said solemnly, looking into Miyahi's eyes.

"what?!"

After three hours of communication, verification and sorting, Yukimura and Mingxuan stood in the room and looked at each other.

Mingxuan covered her face, and excitedly smoked from the top of her head, "I actually saw the male god! He is the real male god in the comics!"

Yukimura's eyes were complicated, he raised his hand and touched the hair band on his forehead: "So the world I live in is just a manga, and I'm just a character in the manga..."

"Don't worry, Lord Son of God, from now on you will live in my house with peace of mind, tell me what you want to eat and drink, and I can accompany you if you want to play tennis, and I will definitely find a way to send you back home of!"

Seeing the child in front of him so happy that he was about to jump up, Yukimura let out a breath. It was useless to think too much, even the world created by others was real to him, not to mention everything was different.

Since Mingxuan knew Yukimura's identity, he always wanted to play a game in front of the legendary Son of God. Even if Yukimura couldn't hold a racket, the guidance for watching the game was very good.

Then Yukimura was popularized the world view again.

Tennis in this world has no complicated mental power, no power to break through walls, and no existence of other dimensions. Simply catching and playing, the world-class ball speed is only around 200.

"But Yukimura was originally a person who relied on his foundation to stand at the top in the net king world. Fans have also discussed that if Yukimura comes here, he must be the strongest." Mingxuan said proudly of course.

Facing Mingxuan's starry eyes, Yukimura swallowed the words that he wanted to guide his spiritual power: "My world is still a little different from the tennis here, so I can't teach you much, but if your arm when catching the ball It should be easier to lift a little higher."

"Enenen! You are worthy of being the Son of God!"

"The wrist is also a part that must be paid attention to, and strength and flexibility must be exercised."

"Yes! Yukimura-kun is right!"

"You can specialize in ball speed, as long as you practice to the extreme, you will become the strongest."

"Enen! Jingshi is amazing!"

With the world's number one coach, Mingxuan's level has improved by leaps and bounds. From the city champion to the national champion, from the team competition to the individual competition, in just five years, Mingxuan's name has risen like a bright star in the tennis world.

Under Yukimura's influence, Mingxuan's vision is no longer an ordinary athlete, his goal is a world-class professional player!

However, accidents are always one step faster than good luck.

Seeing Mingxuan opened his eyes, Yukimura hurried forward and asked with concern: "Is there any discomfort?" It's a pity that his transparent body can't even try the temperature of his forehead.

Mingxuan wanted to comfort Yukimura with a smile, but his throat was so dry that it smoked. He passed out while running, and the last memory was Yukimura's panic-stricken expression.

"What's wrong with my body?" The warm water moistened the dry lips, and she squeezed her left hand tightly to hide under the quilt. Mingxuan tried her best to keep calm and asked, "Can I still play tennis in the future?"

The tears of the parents and the shaking of the head of the doctor regret, all of which showed that the severity of the disease is no longer the level of being able to play tennis, and even a normal life has become a luxury.

On the eighth day trapped in the white ward, Miyahi glanced at Yukimura who hadn't let go of his brows for a long time, and comforted him in a brisk tone: "The fans say that I am the three-dimensional Yukimura Seichi, so I will definitely be like You also defeated the disease and got back on the field."

"You are you, you have never been my incarnation." Yukimura sat half sideways beside Mingxuan, even if he couldn't touch him, he still raised his arms to hold Mingxuan in his arms, this time it was him who guarded Mingxuan. Before Hyun's hospital bed, "You will be better than me, stronger than me, and I will always be with you." Just like you used to be with me.

Long treatment, ups and downs of the disease, after all, can not stop the flow of life, half a year ago, the muscular arms are thin, only a handful of bones are left, and the vision that can capture the movement between minutes and seconds has long been blurred.

Yukimura pursed his lips and stood behind the doctor, he didn't dare to step forward, and he was not qualified to step forward, he was just a piao who was not even considered a human being.

After holding on to a smile and talking to relatives one by one, Mingxuan looked up and saw Yukimura standing behind with a look of bewilderment, a child of God would show such an expression.

"Jingshi..." Mingxuan put away her smile, and said with empty eyes, "Actually, I was always afraid before, afraid of not being able to win the championship, afraid of embarrassing you, afraid that you will look like a teenager when I am old."

"So it's not bad to be like this now, so that I will never grow old in your heart."

For the first time in the two worlds, Yukimura lost his composure in front of Mingxuan, tears burst into tears, and his heart was squeezed with grief. Yukimura knelt on one knee in front of the bed, with his cheek next to Mingxuan's ear: "Don't be afraid, even if ...I will always be with you, I am A Piao who only you can see, and I will leave here with you."

"I'll go to your world to find you in my next life, okay? I want to play a real tennis game with Jingshi."

"Okay, I'll wait for you."

Memory disappears, the threads of fate re-integrate, and the gears of parallel time and space restart.

Yukimura, who woke up again, hurried into the kitchen, put his chin on Miyahi's shoulder, hugged Miyahi, closed his eyes to hide the tears in his eyes, and the pain of losing his beloved gradually dissipated: "You didn't break your promise .”

"Of course, I'm a real man who keeps his word!" Although he didn't know the reason for Yukimura's enthusiasm early in the morning, Miyahi still answered firmly, and when he realized it, he put down the spatula and asked guiltily: "Um, fine What are you talking about?" He should, maybe, probably didn't agree to the unequal treaty last night...

Miyahi was holding Yukimura who was suddenly sticky in his arms with tangled hands. The morning sun shone on the cozy small table in the restaurant, and the steady heartbeat sounded again. Line finally found its lost direction.