[Net King] Unparalleled Lucky

After the Australian Open ended, Yukimura and Fuji dropped a thunderbolt in front of the media, and quickly disappeared from the reporters' eyes.

They have stayed in Australia long enough. Although they are busy with training on weekdays, they occasionally wander around famous places nearby in their free time, so they both returned to Japan without much nostalgia.

In fact, the reason they ran so fast was to avoid being blocked by the local media.However, when they returned to Japan, Yukimura and Fuji realized that they had a higher degree of nationality than foreign countries, and reporters were all-pervasive.The Japanese tennis scene has been in a slump for a long time after Nanjiro. The birth of Yukimura and Fuji has directly become the subject of popular talk, which also caused them to continue to ask for leave and stay at home for a long time.

Their own home has been blown out, Yukimura and Fuji can only hide in the apartment where the rent has been paid, and live a life of retirement in advance.

"Fu Er has always been a helpful person. During school, his academic performance has always been the first in his grade. He is not only good at tennis, but also actively participates in various activities..."

The one who was being interviewed on TV was Buer's junior high school teacher, and he seemed to be able to boast about him in front of reporters.Yukimura watched the entire interview with Qinggaku with great interest, but changed the channel when the scene shifted to Rikkai University.

Bu Er, who was sitting and peeling an apple, was a little curious: "Why did you change the channel?"

"Because I feel like I can recite the interviews about myself backwards." Yukimura switched the station to the sports channel, and got closer to Fuji, his eyes fixed on the apple that had just been peeled in his hand.

"Want to eat?" Buer raised his eyebrows.

Yukimura admitted it very readily: "Yes."

"As long as it passes Zhou Zhu's hands, I want to eat it."

With a "click", he bit the apple in his hand, and the meaning in his eyes was obvious: no.

"If Zhou Zhu doesn't give it, then I will come by myself." Yukimura took his hand and bit the other side of the apple together without saying a word.

Neither of them let go, and they faced each other and bit a small apple, looking at each other with the intention of waiting for the other to surrender first.However, when Fuji felt his teeth were sore, Yukimura... didn't give up.

Feeling that he was becoming more and more naive, Fuji finally bit the piece of flesh into his mouth helplessly. In this way, without his support, Yukimura finally "got away" the rest as he wished. Mostly.

Looking at the apple that had oxidized a little due to too long time, Bu Er sighed: "Why do you live more and more?"

After Xingmura finished eating in twos and twos, he said innocently, "Isn't Zhou Zhu even willing to give me an apple now?"

"Since Jingichi likes things that pass through my hands so much," Fuji smiled, "then leave today's dinner to me."

"..." For a moment, the smile on Yukimura's face froze.

Fu Er took out the textbook from the side with crooked eyebrows, hooked a few classic question types, and patted the book on Yukimura's hand, his eyes were as kind as looking at his own child: "This is today's homework, Jingshi Remember to read it, I will check it after dinner later.”

"I'm not a child anymore." Yukimura was also very helpless. They owed too many classes, and the excellent grades of repeating it did not affect it at all, but his chemistry grades, which he hated, had plummeted now.

Unable to go back to school during this time, he had no choice but to ask the genius next to him for advice, but he fell in love with the feeling of being his teacher, and he couldn't stop it: "Teaching God is addictive."

Yukimura spread out the textbook, and after glancing at the formula, he felt a headache, so he turned around and continued to challenge Fuji: "Why don't Assistant Zhou teach me something else?"

"For example?" Fuji raised his eyebrows.

In the next second, Yukimura's lips gently covered his, and the meaning in those iris-purple eyes that flowed affectionately was self-evident.

"I don't accept □□ Oh, Seiichi." Fuji stood his ground this time, pushed Yukimura away and stuffed the pen into his hand, "So Yukimura-san..."

"Please read the book obediently."

"Isn't the teacher accompanying me?" Yukimura asked with his chin propped up, with an innocent look on his face.

Knowing that he wanted to stop him from entering the kitchen, Fuji shook his head and smiled: "No."

The apartment they rented was not big. Yukimura sat in the living room and stared at the book for a few seconds, hearing the passionate voice of the sports commentator on the TV.

When he raised his head, he happened to be able to see Buer's busy back in the kitchen.

...Sure enough, under such circumstances, I have no intention of studying at all.While thinking about this, Yukimura recalled the tragic scene of Fuji cooking for him a few days ago, and he didn't feel his throat move.

Sure enough, it's better for Zhou Zhu to take care of the children and cook, or should he do it himself?

"Jingshi, even if you're looking forward to dinner, you still have to stare at me like this?"

The corner of Yukimura's mouth moved slightly: "Zhou Zhu doesn't look at me, how do you know I'm staring at you?"

Fuji walked out of the kitchen, touched the TV behind Yukimura's burning eyes, and finally took out a tube of green, looked at Yukimura's stiff face for a moment, and smiled: "Don't worry, I bought a lot of this mustard. oh."

So, what you throw away in the kitchen, you throw it away, it doesn't matter.

Yukimura watched helplessly as Fushou entered the kitchen with wasabi in his hand, his expression was indescribable for a moment.

Because of their different tastes, on weekdays, Yukimura and Fujimura planned to take turns cooking. However, in reality, Yukimura was in charge of the kitchen at home, and he was about to write the sign "Fuji No Entry" on the kitchen door.But even so, in view of Fuji's dark history, Yukimura still specifically searched for the wasabi products that Fuji brought back from the kitchen, but today he found out that Fuji is still hiding in the living room...

Fuji's cooking technique is actually pretty good.In the past, he was wandering abroad all year round, and he actually knew how to cook some meals from various countries. Whether it was chopping vegetables or controlling the temperature of the fire, he was actually very proficient.

Because Yukimura loves to eat fish, Fuji even boiled a pot of crucian carp soup tonight.But when the fish was stewed, Fuji would squeeze the wasabi into the plate little by little within Yukimura's sight.

Yukimura stared at the green plate: "..."

I have to say that although Fuji has a peculiar taste, its cooking skills are really good.

Although the time was in a hurry, the dishes he brought out looked exquisite, and it was completely unexpected that there was so much pungent mustard buried in these seemingly delicious dishes.

"Here, I remember Jingshi likes to eat this."

Looking at the food that Fuji put in his own bowl, Yukimura put it back into Fuji's bowl with a smile: "I remember that Zhou Zhu also likes to eat."

The eyes of the two of them intersected in the air, and there was a bit of lightning and thunder.

"Ding dong——" what interrupted their eerie atmosphere was the sound of the doorbell.

Fuji slightly raised his eyebrows, and what he saw from the cat's eyes were four figures in Lihai Taishosen.

Teammates from the tennis club... He turned his head to look at Yukimura who seemed to know nothing at the table: "We have a guest."

"I'm afraid Zhou Zhu's cooking is not enough." Yukimura said with some regret in his tone.

"It's better than..."

Before Fuji finished speaking, Yukimura interrupted: "I'll do it."

"Sure enough, it was premeditated? Huh?" There is still something I don't understand, this is the helper Yukimura asked for because he didn't want to eat his food.

Yukimura came over and kissed quietly, and opened the door to let Sanada and others in: "Zhou Zhu, what are you talking about, I don't understand."

"Minister, Senior Fuji! Here we come!" Kirihara was the first to rush in, not forgetting to put the bag in his hand on the table, "Minister, I bought the biggest sushi you want!"

"Idiot! You can't say that Yukimura wanted it after Yanagi said it!" Marui patted Kirihara's head with one hand, and suddenly felt something was wrong after speaking.

The air seemed to be silent for a minute.

"...Thank you." Yukimura took the sushi, his face turned pale with a smile, and his former teammates took a step back.

"Cough... Yukimura, it suddenly occurred to me that I still have something to do, so I won't..." Sanada was sweating in a hurry, and just as he lifted his foot, he retracted halfway. As a result, his body was about to retreat when he was caught Just hold on.

"Since you're here, as the host, you must treat him well." Fuji smiled softly, and his words made people feel refreshed, "What is Sanada busy with in a hurry to go back?"

"The possibility of Sanada's homework not being completed is 100%." ​​Liu, who closed his eyes, spoke nonsense calmly, and received a grateful glance from his vice-captain.

"Exactly, Seiichi has been having some problems with chemistry. If Sanada needs to learn, let's go together?" Fuji asked, but his hands didn't let go, and he didn't mean to let Sanada choose at all.

"...Then excuse me." Sanada pressed the brim of his hat, finally realized the reality and remained silent.

The room is quite spacious for two people, but it becomes a bit crowded when there are four more people.

The dishes on the table were still steaming hot, and the six people sat in a row, and they just sat down.

"Wow, are these dishes made by you, Senior Fuji? They look delicious!"

Kirihara felt that his minister's taste was really strange, and he refused to eat the well-prepared hot dishes, so he had to bring a big bag of sushi that was cold.

"Senior, can I eat?"

Looking at Kirihara with sparkling eyes in front of him, Buer hooked his lips: "Do you want to eat?"

"Uh..." No matter how nervous Kirihara was, he suddenly felt something was wrong when he was stared at by Senior Marui who was pulling his sleeve and winking, and shook his head with difficulty at Fuji.

Unexpectedly, he turned around and went into the small kitchen to bring him a bowl of soup, propped his chin and looked at him tenderly: "Drink some soup to warm your stomach before eating, and it's not too late to eat after drinking."

"..." Qieyuan felt that the bowl in his hand weighed a thousand catties.Wouldn't this be something like dry juice?

"Zhou Zhu's craftsmanship has always been very good, don't Chi also want to try it?" At this time, it was Yukimura who made up the knife.As long as the cooking that Fuji cooks doesn't affect himself, he is still very much in the mood to watch a show.

Sanada and Liu, you look at me, I look at you, and neither of them looks at their own juniors who have been "forced to death".

Kirihara swallowed hard, and finished the soup with a look of death on his face.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

"Ah——" he raised his head and yelled for a long time, then suddenly realized that he touched the back of his head embarrassingly under Bu Er's half-smile eyes, "Huh, am I okay?"

"Kirihara, are you okay?" Marui patted his head, also surprised.

"What do you think will happen?" Fuji smiled.

Sanada and the others rubbed their noses in embarrassment. It seemed that they judged the heart of a gentleman with the heart of a villain. They were wronged, so they didn't dare to say anything, and silently picked up the bowl to eat.

Yukimura poured a drink for each of them, but he didn't move at all.

Because Sanada and the others used to eat to cover up their embarrassment, they all showed weird expressions after taking a big mouthful of food into their mouths.

Sanada, who was hit by the trick, felt relieved on the contrary—Ling Chi before his death was the most painful, but after being tricked, they felt a sense of relaxation of "as expected"...

"Uh..." The eyes of the four people glistened, resisting the choking smell from their noses, and picked up the cups at hand in unison.

After drinking the drink in the cup, under Yukimura's gentle gaze, red, blue, and purple colors flooded their faces, and Sanada, who couldn't spit out his throat, rolled his eyes and foamed at the mouth and collapsed On the table: "You..."

You are so cruel!

Before the other three could even make a sound, they fell to the ground and piled up neatly into a hill.

Looking at the corpses all over the place, Yukimura kicked them and saw that they didn't respond, then turned around and leaned over to kiss the corner of Fuji's lips: "I know there's fish soup, right?"

Looking at the teammate who tested Yukimura's poison, Fuji smiled slightly: "Why do you ask questions knowingly?"

The author has something to say:

Originally saw it in the early hours of the night and planned to update it tomorrow morning. I saw a message from a relative saying that I had been brushing for a long time. After thinking about it, I got up and finished writing.

There are too many delays in the course these days. There are some small daily routines in high school, and some of them have not been finished yet, so I will update it a little bit, and it will not be completed so soon.

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