[Net King] Live up to the original

dark.

The wind howled.

Dark clouds pressed down, gloomy, dark light and shadow invaded behind him, being chased by unknown monsters, he started running the moment he opened his eyes.

The space above his head is constantly being compressed every minute and every second, the air is gradually thick and dull, like an invisible hand strangling his throat, he has difficulty breathing, trying to swallow his saliva, but his mouth is extremely dry, and his throat is burning and hurting .

huh-huh-

The scenery around him receded rapidly, and in the sound of the wind, he could only hear his heavy and rapid breathing and the friction between the soles of his shoes and the ground.

The hurricane was preventing him from moving forward, but he could only run non-stop, running seemed to be his instinct, his legs were just rigidly executing orders from somewhere, without any thought process.He has been moving forward, and he can only move forward, because there is no retreat behind.But soon, there were endless cliffs in front of him, and the dark color of the invisible abyss stretched out. He was giggling, and the laughter merged with the wind. He could only hear the occasional squeaky sound.

The abyss in front of him opened its mouth wide, waiting for the prey to fall in. He continued to rush forward without any intention of slowing down, but actually wanted to fly directly across the abyss!

The abyss extends further down, breathing at the bottom, making a heavy thumping sound.

This time he got it.

Suddenly!He fell quickly due to lack of leg strength to cross the width of the abyss!The speed is so fast that it seems that the air is accelerating for him!

He closed his eyes at the last moment of his life, waiting for death, but suddenly a golden light illuminated the ground, dispelled the dark clouds, and pierced straight into his eyes.

It was so bright that he had to open his eyes.

After the light has diffused, the amber circle is in the center, soft and bright.

—It looks like someone's eyes.

He was wide awake.

Guanyue sat up, the calendar on the bedside just crossed the day before it was Golden Day, the minute hand of the alarm clock passed eight quietly, and the hour hand stopped at the position of five close to six.

It's the weekend.

It was still early morning.

He turns on the bedside lamp.

The sky outside the window hadn't brightened yet, and the sun hadn't risen yet. It hovered ambiguously just above the horizon, just popping out.The dim sky shines through the tightly drawn curtains, onto the floor more than one meter away from the bed, reflects back, and then enters people's eyes.

Guanyue was wearing pajamas and pajamas, and she hadn't put on socks yet, she got out of bed barefoot and opened the curtains.The bedside lamp still had to be on, but it was already a little brighter in the room.He made black tea and put it on the bedside table.

He seldom gets up so early, but once he wakes up, he will never go back to sleep. Guanyue has to maintain a good work and rest at all times in order to make up for what he lacked before.

It has been more than a month since Echizen Ryuya came to St. Rudolph last time. It was so long that Yukimura fainted again at the station and was sent to the hospital by passers-by.

At the beginning of December, Yukimura's family strongly requested that Yukimura be hospitalized for an examination, but the result was very bad, because of Guillain-Barré syndrome, even if he underwent surgery and the operation was successful, there was a high probability that Yukimura would not be able to play on the court again.

On the day of the inspection, Guanyue couldn't make it there. Kana secretly called him to tell him the result of the inspection. I also want to know how much this is a blow to a person who loves tennis and has a strong desire for victory. Yukimura absolutely doesn't want him to know This news made him even more unwilling to let him soften his heart because of this matter.

During this period, he went to the hospital a few times, but failed to see anyone. Yukimura was either going for a follow-up examination, or he was not in the ward. A certain kind of wish was quite obvious. The two of them maintained this frequency and missed each other. It is not clear whether they have regrets Still breathe a sigh of relief.

In short, the answer about certain things has been dragging on like this. Guanyue couldn't find a chance to refuse, and Yukimura simply ran away. When he can accept any kind of result, good or bad, it might be better for him to meet again .

In the first few days after that incident, Echizen Ryuya seemed to have evaporated from the world, and only he could find you in the future, and he would not be able to find him without you.

Sometimes Guanyue went to the social office to do paperwork after class, and would see her dark green head leaning against the table. When someone came in, she would tilt her head without raising her eyes. Behind the moon-watching chair, I propped my elbows on the back of the chair, crossed my fingers and dragged my chin, watching him lazily writing and stamping, and wandering away when thinking about things.

He was so quiet that he was not like Echizen Ryuya, and Guan Yue was so quiet that he couldn't even remember that he was not the only one in the office.

Then one day Long Ya finally couldn't stay any longer, and left a note saying that such a thing was really not in line with his character, and he didn't see him again for more than half a month.

That's right, he didn't realize it until Long Ya left, and kept lingering around him before he figured it out, not sure if it counted as cheating.

The effect is remarkable.

Now it was easier than ever for him to think of the past, and it was easier for him to think of Echizen Ryuya.

The sourness in his heart rose up, and then burst like bubbles rising to the surface of the water, and many things he had forgotten for a long time came back to his mind.

The sun was already high when he got out of the chaotic thoughts, Guanyue turned his head, and couldn't believe that he sat on the bed with the quilt not folded for a full three hours, and he only drank two or three sips of the good black tea. It was already cold, and my stomach, which was usually full for a long time, made a sound not far behind.

Fortunately no one.Guan Yue looked around, the blood stagnated as soon as it reached his cheeks, and his emotions calmed down with the slight coolness in the air. If his teammates saw this appearance, his image that he worked so hard to build would be ruined, and he didn't take care of his body How dare you ask the players to maintain good work and rest habits?

It's okay, it's better to eat first than to think about anything. Compared with your health, you have to rely on everything.

It comes from a hard-working child who was overwhelmed by the sudden concern of his parents since he heard that Yukimura was ill.

Watch the moon and cry.

Seeing that Christmas is getting closer, St. Rudolph began to be filled with a festive atmosphere. Church schools attach more importance to Christmas than New Year. As early as the end of November, Moon Watching was called by a familiar teacher to light the Christmas tree. to him for the solo.

Practicing singing makes him much more sad than practicing ball. Singing well does not mean that the teacher will be satisfied. Every sentence of a Christmas carol is taught by the teacher repeatedly. After more than ten days of practice, the music teacher reluctantly agreed to give him a few days. Time slows down.

He himself too, always felt that he didn't sing enough, he didn't sing well enough, he almost sang out loud in the social office once, and his teammates found him in a daze during training.

At that time, Guanyue became angry from embarrassment, and gave additional training to the people present with a cold face. After crying and howling, she was in a happy mood.

Sure enough, bullying others is the best way to adjust. That night, he re-made the training plan for the entire tennis club based on the recent training results, including himself of course.

The reappearance of Echizen Longya brought Guan Yue not only guilt and self-examination, but also a certain degree of encouragement. He had never seen Longya play again, so he didn't know how much he had improved. He would use it again this time. How long will it take to catch up.

Or in other words, it will never catch up.

Guan Yue will not admit that he is wrong, but it does not mean that he is not aware of his shortcomings. His script has brought him as many problems as it has brought him benefits. He has thought about similar problems before.

For example, is it appropriate for him to change his style, and where can he go after changing his style.But sure enough, the belief in wanting to continue playing tennis overwhelmed everything else. Even if he couldn't reach his original height, he could only watch his juniors surpass him one by one, and Guan Yue couldn't tell himself that he should give up.

In the script, it was an inappropriate setting, an ill-advised decision, but if he had to write on top of it anyway, he would do his best, and that alone was more important than anything else.

If it was just for winning, he should go back to his hometown in Yamagata to practice table tennis. No matter how fierce the competition is, he can still get a good ranking. Why should his parents send him to the United States, which is thousands of miles away, and specifically find the former "samurai" Echizen Minamijiro?

After all, he still likes tennis. Even though he refuses on the surface, he still yearns for it in his heart. That's why he was moved by Yukimura Seiichi's efforts. Under the psychological shadow, he stood on the court again and led a team to move forward again.

And Echizen Ryuya?Fuck him!He has no time to think about those things now!

Rubbish school, ruin his youth!

Guan Yue, who was asked by the vocal teacher to practice more and was not satisfied with himself, said so.

So much so that the emails from people were not seen until the next morning.

——An unfamiliar sending address, signed by Echizen Ryuya, and it says "The air ticket is advanced, wait for me to find you in the afternoon."

There is no beginning and no end, but watching the moon is a blessing to the soul.

Social office.

The author has something to say:

Don't ask me why I update in the middle of the night

Because I finished writing in the middle of the night

Mid-Autumn Festival wants to come more

but the bed is so comfy i love it

The basic settings are all from Baidu and the fusion version made up by myself. Just take a look. It’s boring if you get too tangled

Don't write if there is no electricity

In short, I want to comment and collect

Thank you Dakar