[Net King] Unparalleled Lucky

The next morning.

Maybe it was because of problems before falling asleep, but today Yukimura's biological clock made him wake up early before the alarm went off.

He yawned lightly, lying on his side with half-closed kite-purple eyes glistening with water, he just stared straight at the sleepy boy less than one meter away with his eyes closed and his face Above is the gentle and bright smile when he just woke up.

If any Lihai Taisho was chosen in the room now, Yukimura would definitely have a horrified expression on his face when he met this kind of Yukimura.

"Didi, Didi, Didi..."

Buer felt that there was a noisy and rhythmic alarm ringing in his ears, hitting his eardrum one after another, like a heavy hammer hitting his head, which was painful and heavy.

"Zhou Zhu? Zhou Zhu?"

"Hmm..." He responded softly, being soothed by the gentle call, Bu Er, who was a little sober, finally realized: Is Jingshi calling him?

"Morning..." Opening your eyes, the first thing you see is Yukimura's slightly enlarged face, "I'm sorry, I overslept a bit today."

"Is it really all right?" Yukimura frowned, his indistinct expression was indeed not very good.

"Yeah." He got up and turned off the alarm on the side. After calculating the tense time, he had to quickly pick up his clothes and rush to the bathroom. His vague explanation sounded behind the closed door, "It's just that I slept well last night. It's late..."

Yukimura leaned against the entrance, holding Fuji's coat and waiting for the boy in the house to finish packing, while listening to Fuji's soft voice just waking up, his face was as gentle as ever.

Now that the Ryuzaki team has Tezuka as a temporary coach, it is naturally impossible to continue to find that group of people as Yukimura and Fuji, so they can only repeat the previous training method-singles.

This may also be the quickest way for them to familiarize themselves with each other's tricks and habits.

Jingshi's illusory dream is getting more and more perfect.

Standing on the same tennis court, if he didn't feel the gushing mental power around him, he might not even know whether the opponent used it or not.

What is unreal?What is real again?

In such a world of true and false, everything seems unbelievable.

Bu Er closed his eyes.In the silence of the darkness, it seemed that only the sound of the wind could bring a ray of broken light.This time, under the feeling of his concentrated energy, the air around him was slightly discordant.

The azure blue eyes suddenly opened, and the radiant mental power swept across unconsciously.

On the opposite court, once on the tennis court, Yukimura's exquisite eyebrows and eyes withdrew his smile and incomparably disappeared from his line of sight, and was replaced by the most unforgettable match in his memory that made him give up tennis completely. Contest.

The cold and solemn figure who returned the ball again was... Tezuka.The smile on Fuji's lips was a little stiff.The scene in memory seems to repeat itself at this moment.

At this moment, his mental power was completely out of control.

Following his memory, the scene of the past was woven into shape little by little, becoming so familiar.Fuji allowed the scenes to change, his mind was already blank.

He didn't know why his mind was so chaotic today, leaving him without any chance of saving.When he was desperately outputting mental power, Fuji even raised the corners of his lips optimistically: Look, this way, he doesn't need to explain to Seiichi about Tezuka's past with his scarce words.

Yukimura panicked for a moment.Even though he tried his best to calm down, his heart sank a little bit.

I want to ask the other party, what Tezuka represents to the former Fuji Shusuke.This simple question has settled down in his heart for a whole season of the Kanto competition.Perhaps it was because Tezuka's return yesterday gave him a growing sense of crisis, which made him have doubts that could not be concealed.

And this emotion that he didn't want to suppress any longer finally appeared in his dream.

In a short moment, when Yukimura subconsciously, his mental power outlined that cold figure.

But even if he woke up in time and wanted to take it back, he was helpless in the face of Bu Er's sudden burst of mental power.At that moment, Yukimura Seiichi really felt flustered.

He has always been proud of his mental strength far beyond his peers.When Fuji's pupil of heart pierced his five senses, he just admired and sighed. There is an extra fear of piercing the inexplicable barrier between him and Fuji.

Standing still in place and letting the true master of the dream become the real master of this dream, Yukimura's complexion was pale and terrifying at this moment.

Look, it turns out that at this time, I would rather be an ignorant person who will always be concealed than take any chance of losing you.

Love is so scary.

Reflecting the blue sky, sweat fell to the ground.

The background is the quiet back that he has followed for many years but left without hesitation. The chestnut hair seems to have lost its warm color in the sun for the first time.The boy who let himself lie on the quiet tennis court in a state of embarrassment blocked all the fragile expressions with his arms, leaving only the quietly shed tears.

Dazed, helpless, and hopeless.The corners of the lips that wanted to be raised finally fell down.When it was difficult to put on the mask of a smile, he felt for the first time that the sun was so glaring...

Yukimura's racket had already landed.Reflected in his iris-purple eyes, only the figure silently licking his wound remained.

He didn't know how Buer's unfamiliar training uniform came about in this scene, and he didn't want to find out when the game happened.He just shed tears for the first time when he saw the boy he had always held dear to his heart from this scene that was almost made real.

This time, Yukimura did not feel jealous towards Tezuka, but was so distressed that he could hardly breathe.

"Snapped--"

When the last ball landed, the clearly visible dreams suddenly shattered, and the mental power that had just gushed out seemed to disappear without a trace at that moment.

Back on the real court again, when Yukimura's gaze finally settled on the real spot, his face was full of helpless panic.

"Zhou Zhu...!"

Yukimura no longer wanted to think about why his voice was so hoarse in that short moment, only the figure that suddenly fell to the ground was left in his pupils.

The reason why Fuji fainted was very simple, it was just because of a slight fever and excessive mental strength.

When the doctor in the infirmary repeatedly emphasized that he could recover as long as he had a good night's rest after the injection of the bottle, Yukimura still sat by the bedside without any intention of moving.

He's just really scared.When he finally saw the deepest memory in Fuji, Yukimura realized that he was not as happy as he was when he first explored.When he saw the scene where Buer covered his face and cried, apart from his heartache, he only complained to himself.

When he saw Fuji lying on the hospital bed with his eyes closed and his face pale and lifeless, Yukimura regretted more than once, why he didn't notice what was wrong with him from last night early, and why he had to go to the bottom of Zhou Zhu's story like this A secret hidden in the depths.It is true that he has satisfied his curiosity now, but what has he really gained?

There shouldn't be such a care between them.

After a long time, Yukimura held Fuji's hand tightly and sighed softly: "I'm sorry, Zhou Zhu."

This time, in my dream that I can't change, I hope you don't cry anymore...

I will feel bad.

This stupor lasted for a whole day and night.

No matter how long Fuji slept, Yukimura stayed by the bed for as long.Whether it was Kikumaru and Echizen from Seigaku, or Sanada Yanagi from Tachikai University, and even Tezuka Atobe, when they visited Fuji, they all tried to persuade him with sarcasm in secret, and there was no way to change Yukimura's stubbornness.

What he said to other people almost came in from one ear and out from the other. Although there was a very gentle smile on his face, everyone knew that Yukimura didn't listen to even half a word.This kite-purple boy had his side face printed on the side of the white quilt, but his hands were tightly held on to the one he had never seen before, and he never let go.

Thus, Zai Fuji finally opened his heavy eyelids, turned his stiff head, and the first thing he saw was the iris-purple head leaning against his arm.

"Fine... City...?"

As soon as the soft, hoarse voice seemed to be due to lack of moisture, Yukimura suddenly woke up: "Zhou Zhu, are you awake? Do you have a headache? Is there any discomfort?"

Fuji was overwhelmed by a series of questions from Yukimura. It took him a long time to react after he just woke up, and finally pulled out his signature smile: "I have no other discomfort except feeling a little tired."

Yukimura also suddenly realized that he was too nervous, and poured a glass of warm water from the side and handed it over: "Drink some water first, it's almost lunch time now, I asked the volunteers to cook porridge for you, it should be still there Keep it warm and wait to get it. You have slept all day and night, and it is best to eat something lighter recently."

"Yeah." Fuji replied softly, knowing that Yukimura was afraid that he would suddenly want to find something to do and recall the taste of dry juice, so he quickly changed the subject, "...I slept for a day and a night?"

His memory still remains in yesterday's tennis match where he suddenly exploded with mental power.

"From yesterday morning to this morning. A full 24 hours."

"So, you guarded me for 24 hours?" Fuji slightly raised his voice.When he woke up, he naturally noticed the faint blue color in Yukimura's eyes at first sight.

He was a little angry and distressed: "Why don't you know how to pay attention to your body?"

Yukimura was silent for a second: "What about you?"

"..."

Looking at each other's current state, the two of them were unconsciously silent for a few seconds, and finally looked at each other and smiled.

That invisible barrier was finally broken.