[Net King] Unparalleled Lucky

The morning sun is warm but not too hot, and as time goes by, it slowly shines on the window sill of this small bungalow.The golden light sprinkled on the broken chestnut hair, forming circles of halos.

The round tender green prickly prickly pear opened a little bit of flowers, and the ticking sky blue alarm clock rang.

"Um……"

Lying on the bed and still smiling in his sleep, the young man murmured, pushing away the quilt with his slender and fair arms, his opened blue eyes focused on the white quilt with brown checks.

Is this... a dream?

Six years of youth, the joy of being a national champion in the third year of junior high school and the sadness of leaving Tezuka, the powerless fate of going their separate ways, and the dream that is no longer bright...

The person who once said that he wanted to chase, left his own world against the light, and gradually drifted away.

The boy who used to always smile gently has gradually grown into a gentle man who can take care of himself, and the tennis he is used to every day is slowly put on the shelf, and finally covered with thick dust, buried in the distant memory.

Wait, tennis rackets—

Bu Er's eyes fell on the tennis bag placed beside the desk.

It opened subconsciously, and there were two tennis rackets quietly placed inside.Unlike the worn and worn ones in memory, the light green and light gold reflect a faint light in the morning light.

I... Is this going back to the past?

Looking at the tatami mats still on the floor and the old-fashioned TV set opposite the bed, Bu Er couldn't help but be amazed.

"Brother!"

Yuta's call brought back Fuji's thoughts, he subconsciously raised a smile, "Come in."

Fuji Yuta carefully opened the door, revealing his small head.

"Brother...does it still hurt?"

Those brown almond eyes were full of distress.

Bu Er was taken aback.How many years ago is this brother?He is the younger brother who hasn't alienated himself because of the aura of 'genius'.

Since the relationship between Yuta and Yuta became stiff in junior high school, it has been a long time since he saw his brother being so unabashedly intimate with him.

I noticed that although my knees and calves were a little dull, it was just a minor bruise.

Facing his younger brother's cautious inquiry, his heart softened.

When he was a child, Yuta was often blackmailed and bullied by senior seniors, and he had fought with those seniors more than once for this reason.Hmm, this seems to be the reason why I practiced karate and judo so hard in the first place?

"Brother is fine, Yuta."

"No!...My brother always says that!" Fuji Yuta raised his head, his eyes burning.

"I'm sorry...it's all because of me..."

Brown chestnut cropped, pink and tender little face, undisguised worry.

"Hey, I'll be fine if I take a day off today, Yuta don't worry....Well, if Yuta really wants to apologize, why don't you give my brother today's strawberry cake?"

"Ah?" Fuji said that Yuta really had an obsession with sweets since he was a child.

"It's so sad, Yuta doesn't even want cake..."

"No, no, no! Brother... I'll eat it for you..."

Seeing his younger brother's little face flushed with urgency, Fuji finally smiled sincerely.

Although the rebirth had a great impact on me, but now I can get along with my younger brother (?) intimately, it doesn't feel so bad.

"Brother..." Fuji Yuta looked at Fuji Shusuke's upside-down smile, and for some reason a chill ran down his spine.The instinct of the little animal told him that he seemed to need to...

"I'll go downstairs to eat first, brother hurry up too!"

"Boom—" Followed by the sound of closing the door in despair.

"Yuta! You slammed Shusuke's door so loud again! Yumiko is still resting!"

"Ah, sorry, Mom..."

Listening to the dialogue between my mother and Yuta downstairs when I was a child every day, a touch of nostalgia appeared on Fuji's face.

Still young parents, older sister who just graduated from university, cute and intimate younger brother... It feels more exciting than expected to start life again.

After a simple wash, according to memory, he took out the medical kit from the desk drawer and changed his medicine, and despised yesterday's clumsy dressing.

Memory can be wrong, but the experience left after adulthood cannot be easily changed.In this way, he can almost conclude that he is really... reborn.

Looking at the neatly bandaged knees again, Buer raised his eyebrows, and changed into a loose home clothes again.Even if you do it all over again, if your mother finds out that you were injured, even if you are reborn, it doesn't seem like a particularly good thing?

"Zhou Zhu, remember to drink up the milk obediently. You will finish your homework with your brother before going out to play. Mom has something to do when she goes out, so she will be back later. Take good care of my brother."

"Yeah. Goodbye, Mom~"

Reluctantly receiving her mother's worrying instructions, she drank the milk in the cup in one gulp.Well, this sweet taste is not as good as mustard.But thinking about the height of only 174cm in the future, he is a little eager to drink more milk now...

If I remember correctly, I am still in the sixth grade of elementary school now, because it is relatively easy to go directly to junior high school according to my grades, so even though there is a entrance examination, his study pressure is not too great.His spare time is spent on personal hobbies, so his life is naturally very easy.

However, next year will be the first year of junior high school... Do I need to devote more energy to tennis training?

Thinking of Tezuka, who had a much stronger foundation than himself from the very beginning and has always been far ahead in strength, this time Fudu also has a little desire to win.

I don't want to be a follower who will be left behind, but a real companion who can stand side by side.

If you have a goal, you must work hard.

"elder brother……"

"Huh? What's the matter, Yuta?"

"My brother has finished his homework, right?" Fuji Yuta sat at the dining table and arranged the tableware in his hands neatly, as if he had made up his mind, "So let's go to the hospital! I... I am alone You can also do your homework.”

Yuta is still blaming himself.

As soon as Fuji pulled out from memory yesterday because of the conflict between Yuta and those delinquent teenagers in junior high school, he couldn't help sighing.

Even if I don't care about being injured to protect Yuta, but the most sad thing is Yuta who is safe and sound, right?

The younger brother who always suppresses his emotions in his heart is because of this that he later concealed himself with a fierce appearance.

Thinking about it now, it was all his brother's fault. He was busy with tennis and friends, and neglected his younger brother who had always longed to be valued, which made the two of them drift farther and farther in the end.

And if going to the hospital can make my younger brother feel at ease...

Bu Er thought about it thousands of times, but there was no change on his face: "Well, I trust Yuta. My brother will go to the hospital in a while."

Touching the top of Yuta's hair that was a bit difficult to handle, looking at his blushing cheeks, his heart felt soft.Such a small brother who doesn't hide his feelings is really... so cute.

Originally wanted to test his current tennis level, Yuta just gave him a ready-made excuse to go out alone.

All along, my younger brother is really such a caring existence.Bu Er felt that the former self really missed a lot, but fortunately, he was luckier than everyone else, and everything was still in time to make up.

Once again, Fuji walked on the familiar street many years ago, carrying a tennis bag and following his memory to find the club where he used to learn tennis.

The facilities here are very advanced at this time, but for Bu Er who has already been to a professional training camp in the future, it can only be regarded as so-so.But it is these things that Fuji thinks are old, but they make him feel kind.

And the impact of rebirth slowly dissipated in this gentle atmosphere.

On the familiar tennis court, with a tennis racket in hand, he threw a tennis ball.

Bend your knees and swing your racket.The familiar feeling hit his heart again.

If, this is a rebirth given to me by God——

"Snapped--"

The little yellow ball was spinning, leaping over the net, accelerating along with the wind——

Bu Er closed his eyes, listening to the long-lost wind echoing in his ears because of tennis.

The tennis that carried my youth, I will never give up on you this time.

"Boom—" the sound of the tennis ball landing echoed in the court.

Buer opened his eyes suddenly, and sharpness flashed in those blue pupils.

Even if he is reborn, he still firmly believes that - I have no limits!

Since God gave him a chance this time, he must be reborn from Nirvana!

After a while, Bu Er, who just regained the touch, began to pant slightly.

Breathing calmly, Fuji sighed slightly.

Not to mention how ambitious he is, he has no advantage in strength, speed, endurance, or skill in the sixth grade of elementary school. Only the memory of returning once has greatly increased his mental strength. The long experience in tennis matches has allowed him to control the ball. Power progresses rapidly.

Even if the future self can develop countless amazing moves, he can barely imitate them because he is familiar with the moves he has done thousands of times, but with his current weak foundation, he still can't play perfect tennis. The effect of a semi-finished product.

It can be directly determined that, holding a golden mountain, he can't move.

Aware of the bit, the physical fitness is not enough.Well, all he can do now is to train continuously to let his body adapt continuously.Only by improving the basic physical fitness can you give full play to your advantages in mental strength and ball control.

After coming out of the club, after thinking about it, Fuji turned and went to the sports store.

Coach Ryugasaki said that he was talented but not serious enough.

After spending all my pocket money, I have the same thought of deducting the last burden: I don’t know if I am serious now.

Embarking on the journey home, Buer squinted his eyes and glanced at the sunset that was slowly setting.

Orange red has painted most of the sky, and the light of dusk reflects gentle colors on all the buildings.

He smiled slightly.

Fuji seemed to think of his anxious younger brother who was waiting at home and his like-minded teammates in the future.

"I'm really looking forward to it." He murmured.

Bu Er believes that the genius who comes back, the tennis stage, should pursue higher and farther...