Yokohama diva, sultry online

To be honest, it was the first time that Yukimura Seichi was rejected so simply, not to mention that it was not a request but a kindness to others.

Although I don't want to admit it, but because of his face in the past, people's first impression is much better than that of ordinary people. Get twice the result with half the effort.

Generally speaking, under such circumstances, there would be a suspicion of meddling, but Yukimura Seiichi's face showed no embarrassment at all, even the lingering tenderness in his purple eyes.

Instead of taking back the rejected towel, he turned to another, more gentle way, "If you have a cold, it will affect many activities."

He is not a sudden kindness. Although he doesn't know what club activities Zhongyuanzhong also chose, but the recent period is the peak period of sports competitions. It must be a pity if he can't participate in the competition due to physical reasons.

Yukimura Seiichi didn't intend to persuade him too much, otherwise he would really become meddling.

Already planning to say no again, Nakahara Nakaya touched his wet hair, thinking of Keigo Atobe's expression distressed under the fury, he stood there silently, as if he was engaged in some fierce ideological struggle.

"Thank you!" In the end, Nakahara also compromised. He found that he was unknowingly influenced by Keigo Atobe, but this was also the result of his own indulgence. The people here are so pure...

Yukimura Seichi saw that Nakahara seemed to have thought of something and then suddenly changed his mind, and then blinked his bright blue eyes. Although the expression was a little hard to describe, it looked more like a beautiful and proud cat.

He was a little curious about what caused Zhongyuan Zhong to undergo such a change, but his own character would not let him ask.

Nakahara took the scented towel, glanced at the tennis bag in Yukimura Seiichi's hand, and thought that he was a middle school student who was obsessed with tennis again, then used the towel to smudge his wet hair wiped.

Even if it was like this, he didn't wipe it properly, like an elementary school student dealing with the teacher's inspection, Yukimura Seiichi looked at Nakahara Chuya, who was acting as an elementary school student at the moment, sighed and then raised his smile.

"Yukimura Seiichi, Tachikai's third year, are you from Hyotei Academy?"

Nakahara also reacted for a while, only to realize that the beautiful boy in front of him was introducing himself. He stopped his flailing hands, gave Yukimura Seiichi a sideways glance, and then slightly raised his jaw, "...Third year, Zhongye in the Central Plains."

It's more like a cat who doesn't care about people... When Yukimura Seichi faced the first-year boy in his tennis club who had a similar personality to the red-haired boy, all he could think about was how to fix him, but the face It puts a filter on others.

Although there are some surprises about the identity of the red-haired boy in the third grade, such a small one is more like a first grader!

"I'm going to a tennis store in Tokyo. I heard that the items there are pretty good." But the specific location made him a little distressed. Yukimura Seichi also wanted to take a look at it on a whim. He looked at Nakahara who got off the car with him Zhong Ye, explained.

Although there is a feeling of asking and answering on my own along the way.

Coincidentally, Nakahara just went to that specialty store with Atobe Keigo.

Yukimura Seichi still had a gentle and gentle smile, but a faint melancholy gradually settled between the delicate eyebrows, and the whole person also showed the feeling of a melancholy and beautiful boy... Nakahara has also heard the women around him exclamation.

He squeezed his brows, and told himself that it was just because the specialty store was very close to the hospital, and he just dropped by, "Follow me!"

Yukimura Seiichi was stunned for a moment, he turned his head and looked at Nakahara Chuya who had gone far away, thinking to himself, what a duplicity tsundere.

Yukimura Seichi suddenly felt that something was wrong with his body, his heartbeat seemed to jump out of his heart, which was obviously beyond the burden of normal people, and the ends of his limbs began to become numb and uncontrollable.

It was as if his whole body was paralyzed at that moment just now, he shook his body involuntarily and opened his mouth to breathe, and there were already dots of stars in front of his eyes—this was a precursor to fainting.

Nakahara also felt the footsteps behind him stop, and turned his head to look without a good expression, and saw Yukimura Seiichi kneeling on the ground unsteadily, his hands trembling on the ground, as if out of breath The same big mouth breathing.

"I'm fine." Yukimura Seiichi tried his best to suppress himself, he bit his lip, let out a muffled grunt or two from his nose, and forced the corners of his lips to show a comforting smile.

He could no longer see clearly, and there was inevitably some pain in his brows. This feeling of inability to control himself caused him more pain than the pain in his body.

In just a short while, the dark blue curly hair was wet from the dripping sweat, and the purple eyes seemed to contain a thin layer of watery light, but they still did not diminish their sharpness, but how did Zhong Yuanzhong see it? They all feel powerless.

Don't act like a baby.

Nakahara Chuya opened his mouth a little, and swallowed the words in his throat. In fact, he had nothing to do about this kind of physical discomfort without warning, he could only touch Tanxing Murakami's forehead with the back of his hand.

Tsk, I'm in trouble!

Before being completely swallowed by the darkness, Yukimura Seiichi's vision was clear for a moment. He felt his arm being supported by another pair of hands. His purple eyes looked at Nakahara Nakaya's frowning face, and smiled wryly until the end Still bothering him.

"Xianichiro? Your friend Yukimura Seichi is with me..." Nakahara also felt that his words were a bit ambiguous. He paused, looking at the closed door and the busy doctors, "He Passed out and is now in Tokyo General Hospital."

Genichiro Sanada was shocked when he received the call, and his pursed lips became even tighter. He nodded while listening, and waited until the explanation was over, and then said, "Thank you very much,"

Zhong Yuanzhong also leaned against the white wall. To be honest, he didn't like the feeling of the hospital very much. He was very close to him. He sent the person to the hospital with a merciless attitude, and left the rest to the boy. A friend of mine will do.

But...the hospital didn't let him go because he knew the boy's name, so he must be someone he knew.

Nakahara waited until Genichiro Sanada arrived, and this dark-skinned, cold boy ran over panting heavily, and it was only a short time before he called, which showed how anxious he was inside.

"thanks……"

Nakahara also took out his hand from his pocket, raised his hand to indicate that there is no need to say anything more, and there was no thankful smile in his blue eyes, pointing to the tennis ball on the chair Bag, "I'll go first."

Genichiro Sanada's pupils constricted, and he didn't see clearly until Nakahara Nakaya turned his side slightly, the boy's back was already soaked in a large area of ​​blood, just now the back of the brown-haired boy's head was against the wall and he couldn't see it, now he turned around and that The glaring traces looked more and more terrifying.

It is not difficult to see that there was a large area of ​​wounds on the back, and the wounds opened again because Yukimura came to the hospital...

Genichiro Sanada has never experienced how painful it is to re-open such a serious wound, but being pressed and torn apart a wound that has not healed is tantamount to sprinkling salt on the wound. It's not like sickness.

Genichiro Sanada has never been injured. Pain on the skin is common when practicing kendo. Even when playing tennis, sometimes you will bump into it if you don’t pay attention. The situation now.

"I'll take you to the doctor now." As soon as he said it, Genichiro Sanada regretted it. He obviously wanted to be concerned, but when he said it, it felt like he was giving an order. He lowered his hat to cover up his unnatural expression expression.

Nakahara Chuya paused slightly, looking at the anxious look on Genichiro Sanada's face, although his friend was still lying inside, but being able to hold back this mood is enough to show his quality, "You are right here!"