[Net King] The Spring of a Supporting Actor

If he hadn't pushed that person away and there was that kiss between them, would he have really fallen in love with that person?

If he had cared more about that person back then, wouldn't he have known why that person suddenly hated him so much?

If he knew what liking was and what love was, wouldn't there be those misunderstandings and hurts?

If he hadn't met that person back then——

It's just that if there is no if, it's like giving Fujiwara another chance. At that night, the same dizzy street lights, the same silent street, but he still didn't touch the red lips.

Because I started to doubt, because I was not sure, I thought about trying to kiss Youmei, and I wanted to know why he pushed that person away at that time, and why he stopped kissing?

What was initially skeptical and uncertain now seems to have become a reality.

He always thought that he didn't like chocolate, but he began to miss the taste of chocolate. Now it seems that he really never really understood himself.

When he and that person were in the loneliest time, the same identity and the same situation kept them close together, but he forgot that learning to rely on someone may not be because of love, because of liking, or simply because of loneliness .

Now that he already knew the answer, if he was allowed to go back to those times, perhaps the answer would not change.

Even if he likes a person, he still doesn't know it now, but he already knows clearly that he doesn't like that person.

Although it wasn't liking, and it wasn't what he thought of as love, that person still held a very important place in his heart, and no one could replace it.

He also always remembered those good memories between him and that person.

Fujiwara looked at the racket on his lap, his eyes were still red, and the tears were still clear. A smile appeared on his face. He stretched out his hand to gently touch the net cable on the racket, and asked in a low voice: "Do you think he will pay back?" always hated me?"

It sounded like he was asking the racket, but also like Fujiwara was asking himself.

"But even if he still hates me all the time, he can't change that answer. He should be very clear in his heart."

Fujiwara, who was sitting aside, naturally heard Fujiwara muttering to himself, but he didn't make a sound.Fujiwara who responded was just silent, a complete silence...

There were only Fujiwara and Fujiwara on the silent corridor, sitting there quietly.

Fujiwara sat beside Fujiwara and did not disturb Fujiwara. He was very quiet. He seemed to be concerned about what Fujiwara was thinking at the moment. Fujiwara, who was sitting on the bench, stopped crying, his eyes were red, and he looked down at the racket in his hand. .

In this way, the two remained silent, and it was unknown how long it took before someone broke the atmosphere of silence.

Fujiwara kept looking down at the racket in his hand, recalling how he felt when he played with Fuji on the court with this racket.

"Senior Fuji, thank you!"

"Ah?" Hearing Fujiwara's thank you, Fujiwara couldn't help being dazed, looked at Fujiwara with some doubts, and asked, "Why should you thank me?"

"Because I played this doubles with you, I will know what mistakes I made before." Fujiwara said calmly: "I also know that what I always thought was actually wrong!"

"In this way, I also want to thank you, Fujiwara. Thank you for playing this doubles with me. I am really happy. Although I don't know what happened in the end, but I know that playing tennis with you, Fujiwara, at that moment I'm really happy!"

Seeing the sincere smile on Fujiwara's face, the corner of Fujiwara's mouth could not help but move slightly, with a small arc, and whispered: "Me too!"

This feeling is like the feeling of playing tennis with that person before, without other thoughts, just purely playing.

"However—" Fujiwara turned his head to look at Fujiwara's right arm, was silent for a moment, and couldn't help saying, "Senior Fujiwara, you should go to the hospital to have a look at your arm first!"

"What about you?" Fuji asked.

"Me? I don't know—" Fujiwara raised his head slightly, looked at Fuji's pure eyes, and after a moment of silence, said: "Let me go to the hospital with you!"

Just as he was about to say something, there was a burst of enthusiastic cheers from the playing field. He turned his head to look at the playing field, and couldn't help saying, "Are they still playing? Let's go and watch them play."

"I'll go to the hospital after they finish the game." Fuji smiled and said: I still think that we will win the game and share the joy together! "

With that said, Buer got up and walked towards the arena.

Fujiwara sat on the bench without moving, but his eyes turned to the end of the corridor on the other side.

"Fujiwara, come here too! We're going to cheer for them!" Fujiwara looked back and saw that Fujiwara was still sitting on the chair, as if he didn't intend to go there, he couldn't help but said.

"Fujiwara—!"

When Fujiwara heard Fujiwara's words, he couldn't help but look back, and at the end of the long corridor on the other side, it looked like that person was calling his name.

It seemed as if the time overlapped, as if that person was calling him, calling him to come quickly!

"Zhou Zhu?" Fujiwara suddenly turned around and looked at the other end of the corridor. There was no one there, but the sound of "Yuan Ye!" echoed in the corridor.

Fujiwara stared blankly at the end of the corridor, hesitating in his footsteps, wondering if he should take that step towards the exit, should he go and have a look?

"Fujiwara, what's the matter?" Fujiwara looked at the exit blankly, his eyes were surprised and dazed, and asked suspiciously: "Fujiwara, what's the matter?"

Fujiwara didn't answer.

Seeing that Fujiwara was in a daze again, Fujiwara couldn't help but stepped forward and stretched out his hand to directly pull Fujiwara, turned around and walked towards the lively stadium, and said, "Fujiwara, hurry up! It seems to be the Echizen game now!"

"Fujiwara, if there is a chance in the future, I hope we can play doubles together!"

"Playing doubles?" Fujiwara nodded in a daze, followed Fujiwara towards the court, and he was getting farther and farther away from the exit!

Fujiwara was dragged towards the stadium by Fujiwara, but he kept turning his head and looked at the exit of the promenade behind him. There was no one there, really no one.

The sound of "Yuan Ye" seemed to be getting farther and farther away from him!

"Fujiwara, don't think about those things in the past anymore! Let the past things go!" Fujiwara looked back blankly after seeing it, and couldn't help saying: "If you have the opportunity to meet that person named Zhou Zhu again in the future , I believe he has forgiven you by then!"

Fujiwara didn't speak. Hearing the cheers and cheers coming from the front, he turned his head slowly and didn't look at the exit again.

Always looking forward, walking towards the front, never looking back.

"I'm sorry, even though I already know why you hate me so much, I can only say sorry to you."

"I clearly know my answer. The moment I pushed you away that night, I believe you already know my answer. Zhou Zhu, now that we are in different worlds, my choice has not changed."

"Although it's not liking, but disliking doesn't mean nothing. I haven't forgotten those days when we laughed and cried together."

"Thank you! Thank you very much. We think that the other party gave us everything because we have too little. At that time, I like you blurted out, but now it seems that it is too pale, so thin, so Powerless. It’s all because I’m too young to know what true love is. But Zhou Zhu, do you know that the song “All You Give Me” is not about love, but about friendship. Because my self-righteousness is deeply I hurt you so much. But I didn't think about betraying you, thinking about leaving you, maybe it's just that you can't accept my true thoughts, but please believe that I will always remember your kindness to me and everything you gave me , just keep going.”

"Zhou Zhu, I hope you can forgive me, and I hope you can let go of those things and continue playing tennis in another world!"

He should let it go!

Like that, Fujiwara walked forward side by side with Fujiwara, and his teammates there were still waiting for him and Fujiwara to cheer them on.

Step by step, without looking back, let the sound of "Yuan Ye" behind him get farther and farther away, and finally disappeared.

"come on! Come on!"

There were still enthusiastic cheers and cheers outside the court, and there was a passionate game on the court. Longma and Kevin of the US team played every ball so hard, watching the fierce game on the court like that.

Fujiwara's heart slowly calmed down, and he never thought about those things in the past, just quietly watching the players on the court who were struggling to hit the ball.

The sun is still so dazzling, the weather is hot, the court is running, but the figures are constantly swinging, and the sweat evaporates and dissipates on the court.

In the passionate scene, they also love tennis so desperately to hit every ball, they don't want to lose!

"The game is over, Ryoma wins, the score is [-] to [-]!" Then there was a burst of cheers, not only for Ryoma, but even the performance of Kevin who lost made the audience cheer and shout.

The game is over!

There was a smile on Fujiwara's face, and he looked back at the end of the corridor. There was still no one there. He took a deep breath, as if he was about to shake off some burden, and said softly, "Zhou Zhu, it should be over now!"

"It should be over!"

"It's over?" Fujiwara, who was standing in Fujiwara, couldn't help but smile when he heard Fujiwara's words: "Although this competition is over, the following competitions are not over yet! Fujiwara, I can decide for the national competition." I won't lose to you again!"

National competition?

Fujiwara looked at the familiar face in front of him. Now he didn't have the shock and hatred that he saw when he first saw Fuji. The past is over and changed. Two shallow dimples appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he asked with a smile: "Yeah, it's not over yet, there's still a national competition! But—Senior Fuji, can we go to the hospital now?"

Looking at Fujiwara, Fujiwara nodded with a smile.

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