Draw a card? Draw a card? !

"38 degrees 5, the fever is very severe." The doctor on duty put away the thermometer and wrote down the prescription, "Take the medicine to reduce the fever slowly, why don't you get an injection?"

Su Tang obediently nodded in agreement, then climbed onto the hospital bed and lay down on the hospital bed familiarly, pulled up the quilt, stretched out his left hand, and obediently waited for the doctor to give the needle.

But if one looked at her more carefully, the eyes on the blushing little face were blank and dull, it was obvious that her brain was too hot to turn.

By the time the doctor on duty registered for drips, the girl had already passed out uncontrollably, and a boy with blue-purple hair was lying on the hospital bed next to her.

"That one just got better, this one just lay down, how long has it been since I left the infirmary, really..."

The doctor looked at the two people side by side, sighed and shook his head, then stepped out lightly and closed the door, leaving a quiet space for the two small patients.

After the snow, the sky is as clear as washed water, and the sunshine blows through the autumn wind, melting all the coldness and broken crystals into thick warmth, which shines into a cozy room through the glass windows.

The first time Yukimura Seiichi woke up from his sleep, his vision was such a bright sky.

Large blocks of blue tones were splashed freely in the air, the transition from deep to light was natural, and blended together, which looked particularly pleasing to the eye, and touched his sensitive nerves for color, and the expression on his newly awakened face could not help but relax and be happy.

I even had the idea of ​​painting with a pen.

However, just as he sat up, he felt something attracting him, and looked sideways——

In the next second, the scene he wanted to record changed again.

The sleeping girl lay quietly on the white hospital bed, motionless, with messy curly hair scattered over her shoulders and pillow, glowing with a light maroon light under the jumping warm sun, passing through the fine dust in the air, falling dreamily In Yukimura's eyes.

But she did not sleep peacefully.

The shallow breathing was a little short due to the high fever, which caused her chest under the thin quilt to rise and fall continuously. The blushing cheeks, slightly parted lips, and furrowed brows showed her anxiety and pain at the moment.

The whole picture is quiet and vivid.

Yukimura Seiichi stared at her in a daze for half a minute, then his eyelashes trembled slightly, as if he had suddenly woken up, he rolled over and got out of bed.

What's going on here?

He quietly walked into Su Tang's hospital bed, and only when he got closer did he notice her discomfort more and more. The drip was hanging on the back of his left hand on his side, and he reached out to touch her forehead, and it was really hot.

There are Su Tang's tablet, notebook, and two pieces of paper on the bedside table.

He picked it up and looked at it. One was the diagnosis of the doctor on duty in the infirmary, the above-mentioned Su Tang had a fever of 38.5°C and prescribed medicines, and there was also a note left by Chiya, with words for the two of them written on the front and back.

He went to read the message to Su Tang first.

"Susu:

I’ve brought you all your stuff, and we’re going to hold a reflection seminar for the team substitution match soon, I guess I won’t be able to see you today (sorry QAQ) After you get the injection, go back and have a good rest, leave your coat for you, Dinner will also be left in your room, don't go out at night, don't feel bad about it!

——Chi Ye

Minister Yukimura:

Susu said that you have a cold. When I came, you didn't call you before you woke up. The weather is getting colder, so the minister should pay attention to his health!In addition, Susu has a fever, please ask the minister to take care of her~

——Akaya Kirihara"

This brat is also "concerned", why is there such a big gap.

Yukimura smiled helplessly, but then frowned again.

"Susu has a fever," he said to himself suspiciously holding two pieces of paper, "I...have a cold?"

He first slowed down Su Tang's drip, fearing that the speed would cause her discomfort, so he sat on the chair beside the bed and closed his eyes to meditate.

He remembered that he noticed that Su Tang's complexion was wrong and her body was shaking. He thought she had a hypoglycemia attack, so he wanted to take her to sit and rest. Unexpectedly, she said...

"Yukimura...I can't see..."

Anxious and surprised, he immediately picked her up and ran to the infirmary. On the way, Su Tang passed out from the cold, and he didn't expect that the doctor on duty was not there.

then……

and then?

Yukimura closed his eyes and tried to recall, but found that during that time, his memory was all chaotic, no matter how he straightened it out, it seemed to be spinning in a fog, and he just couldn't remember what happened.

Does he have a cold?How can he not remember?

Why then... did he fall asleep again?

Susu didn't seem to be in the infirmary all the time during this time. Where did she go?Back to the court?

How did she recover so quickly, but then she had a fever again in a blink of an eye?

Many questions were entangled in his mind, making Yukimura question Su Tang's "hypoglycemia", and couldn't help but wonder if she did something to him.

Things beyond his control always make him a little wary and unhappy.

However, seeing her blushing cheeks, burning hot breathing and falling into a lethargic state, she couldn't help but feel distressed. The heart seemed to be gently grasped by a pair of small hands. It didn't hurt, but it was tight.

"Huh..." Yukimura sighed deeply as if compromising, stretched out his hand, leaned over to caress her hot side neck, fingered her small and dark red earlobe, his eyes were deep.

"Come down the fever, baby."

……

--So sad.

The scorching temperature blurred his consciousness, Su Tang struggled desperately in the dream, sometimes his eyes were white, sometimes it was all dark, his whole body was spinning.

She felt as if she was being held in someone's arms, unable to move, but her body was shaking... She could hear the rapid and powerful heartbeat of "dong dong dong" in her ears, as well as the panting sound of someone sprinting above her head .

"Susu..."

Familiar and deep voice.

She wanted to answer him.

But the next moment her perception failed again.

The body that warmed her seemed to be gone, her whole body was burning like a flame, but she seemed to have suddenly fallen into a hole in the ice... Cold, extremely cold, so cold that she swayed all over her body, so cold that her limbs convulsed and twitched, and even the power to breathe was no longer there. to be snatched...

She screamed silently in the frost, wanted to grab her heart, wanted to see some kind of red liquid dye the glacier, wanted to smash the wind and snow with her bones, wanted to stop breathing...

She couldn't move at all.

Something in the dark is stopping her madness, insisting on letting her live with a sigh of relief.

In this way, she can only endure and suffer.

In the feeling of dying, Su Tang's consciousness seemed to be split into two halves, one half struggling to survive, and the other half watching with cold eyes.

Blindness, dizziness, difficulty breathing, spasms of limbs.

Su Tang, who was on the sidelines, made a diagnosis for himself, but suddenly covered his head, as if thinking of something, a look of pain suddenly broke his calm face——

"I don't want to fight."

"What did you say?!"

The girl broke the ampoule with her bare hands, causing others to hide away in fright. However, the expected splash of glass shards did not appear, and the opening of the bottle remained intact.

The girl was indifferent to his avoidance, then took out a disposable syringe from her pocket, drew out the colorless and transparent liquid in the bottle, and then skillfully inserted it into her own vein.

After a few seconds.

"Clang!" The bottle was thrown into the trash can.

"I don't want to take a shot today." She leaned back in the chair wearily, her pale lips gradually turned pale pink under the action of the potion, "I want to rest for a day."

"rest?"

The middle-aged man wearing a thick gold chain stood up excitedly, and slapped the table with a "pop!", the ashes in the ashtray were shaken and scattered, and the girl frowned and held her breath and turned her head.

"Who will play at night when you are resting? Don't forget, you signed the contract!" The stadium owner shouted and asked impatiently, "Tell me, do you want to pay more!"

The girl endured the dizziness in her head, and said coldly: "The contract I signed is only for ten games, and I have finished playing in these three days."

"Heh, now you're talking about this again? Who begged me to sign you! You've played match-fixing, and you're still pretending to be arrogant?"

"If it weren't for your pretty looks, the audience would be willing to look at you. Do you think you can have this opportunity with your thin arms and legs?!"

"Ten games? Little sister, don't you really think that breaking the contract can bring you any protection? Don't forget, this is my territory! If I want, I can change it to a hundred or a thousand games at any time. "

The middle-aged man's sarcastic smile was harsh and undisguised, and the fat on his face glistened under the light, dazzling and disgusting, looking at her as if he was looking at a commodity that was up for grabs.

Even if this product was rejected by him a few days ago.

However, the girl already understood his behavior, so she just shook her head persistently.

"Don't talk nonsense, go play honestly at night! I'll give you [-]% of the money, and it will be treated as a bonus, but if you want to run..." The owner of the stadium did not hide the cruelty on his face, "You can try yourself Can't go out completely!"

"Kang—" The door was slammed shut.

The girl sat in the room alone with her head bowed in silence.

It's not that she doesn't know the trap of the contract, but she has no choice. It's not that she doesn't want to refute the protest, but... she really has no strength.

Ten games in three days, and according to the wishes of the unscrupulous boss, you must win or lose, or you must reach a specified score... Control the happiness or anger of the audience, and empty their pockets.

In three days, she realized for the first time that money can come so quickly, and it was also the first time she knew that her physical and mental limits could be repeatedly broken through.

But she is really tired.

She knew that the unscrupulous boss would not let her go, but she just wanted to have a good night's rest, even if she was asked to leave this place, she would just sleep peacefully, enjoy a quiet meal and then come back.

She didn't want to touch the racket or smell the money.

audience?Where did the audience come from?That's all nice to say.

When the banknotes spilled by those gamblers hit her on the court, she couldn't help feeling sick and wanted to vomit, wishing she could rush into the bathroom to wash herself off immediately.

But no, because the "audience" is willing to appreciate, so they have to endure even if their palms bleed, and accept flowers or abuse under the eyes of the opponent's jealousy or showing off.

The girl sat there until the night's game.

"Kuang——" the door was kicked open again, and the thug in black threw down a box roughly, saying with a blank expression.

"The boss gave it to you."

It wasn't until the thugs left that the girl slowly opened the box.

A neat row of glucose ampoules, a brand new bank card.

She hooked the corners of her mouth meaninglessly, her eyes were indifferent.

With trembling hands, he gently picked up the syringe.

……

Why does the game have to be arranged at night.

The girl squinted her eyes against the dazzling white lights of the stadium.

The evil at night needs the brightest lights to set off.

But that's good, at least she can't see the hot eyes of the "spectators", and it's also good that people who enter the underground court must wear masks, including the "players", so that they don't have to look at their crazy looks.

"You have to win this game."

The white smoke from the cigar blurred her vision. From what the boss said, she knew that there must be many people who overwhelmed her to lose this match, which meant that her opponent tonight must be very strong.

Well, it's a little tricky.

The girl stood at the serving line and thought.

It's also ironic, a tennis player is standing on the field, but she is thinking about whether she can lose so that she can relax a little bit.

"Game A2-0!"

Here, "players" are not assigned names and can only be replaced by AB, and "spectators" only know who is playing against whom today before the game starts, and place bets.The girl is quite satisfied with this, she doesn't want to reveal her real name, nor does she want to take some bullshit code name.

"Game A3-1!"

A is her.

Although the girl took the lead, she was not at ease. The other party's easy-going look clearly hadn't shown her unique skills yet, but she actually started... ringing in her ears.

She covered her ears, swallowed again, and found that it was useless, so she just ignored it. It was nothing more than using her eyes more. Anyway, her strengths lie in observation and insight...

"Mmm!"

The girl let out a suppressed cry of pain, and immediately knelt on one knee and covered her left eye. The pain in her brow bone seemed to be smashed, and her tears flowed down uncontrollably, forming a stream inside the mask.

She gritted her teeth and stared at the yellow-haired woman opposite, her vision was blurred and she saw her flashing complacent eyes, and... the black deposits between her teeth.

grass!He even took drugs!

grass!Turned out to be a violent player? !

Cursing in her heart, the girl stood up holding the racket, but unfortunately found that her left eye could not be opened temporarily, her balance was limited, and she was half a beat behind the tennis ball that was flying again.

"hiss……"

damn it.

The excitement of blood overturned the entire underground court, the applause and curses from the "spectators" echoed to the sky, and exploded in the girl's bleeding ears. The glare of the lights reflected on her retina, but she seemed to be able to see those waving The red blood in the eyes of the person holding the banknote is like a devouring beast.

No, it should be said that the entire stadium looked like they were on drugs.

Then the girl was also drinking during the intermission... and injected a glucose.

She didn't know how pale her face was, but she could hear her heart beating violently in her chest, "Bang, bang, bang——" It was not fast, but extremely heavy, and it would jump out of her panting throat later.

She wants to eat meat, drink water, and doesn't want glucose. This thing can hang her vital signs, but it can't make up for the body's need for nutrition.

She wants to buy meat.

Where is her money?

Oh yes, let those people take it all.

damn it.

The girl returned to the serving line, and the tennis ball hit the ground and bounced again. After a few times, she suddenly caught it in her hand and threw it up, swinging the racket to the net.

"Crack!" The green ball spun and whizzed away, hitting the opponent's feet. After a pause of only a second, it wiped the yellow-haired woman's racket, and flew back to the girl's side whistling.

She sideways to avoid her ball.

"Game A3-4!"

The yellow-haired woman froze for a moment, her eyes were a little complicated, but then she laughed disdainfully.

"It seems that you are almost unsteady when you stand, I didn't expect... you still have this kind of strength."

With a cold face and decisive shots, she doesn't like to score points, and doesn't feel bitter about losing points. The girl's posture is much better than the despicableness of her opponent.

But what I most want to see here is the embarrassment of a person like her.

The dried blood by the ear was like a ghostly tattoo, adding a touch of color to the girl.

The voices from the auditorium seemed to be louder again, rumbling past her ears that she couldn't really hear. She heard those obscene and vile words a lot, and once in a while she couldn't hear them and thought it was not bad.

She didn't reply to the woman with yellow hair. In fact, she didn't even know if she could still speak, and felt that all her remaining energy was spent on running and swinging.

The pinhole on the left arm looked like an open mouth under the light, greedily devouring the liquid in the glass bottle, but it was still not as luxurious as the girl consumed.

Sweat and tears mixed together, the brow bone hurt, the ear hurt, the wrist hurt, everywhere, the blindness and deafness of a single organ confused her balance and senses, as if it was a swing, or a second time in the calf. When the tennis ball hits—

Her perception suddenly disappeared for a moment.

Hearing, sight, smell, touch...all gone.

But immediately, the next moment, the five senses swept over like a flood, hitting her head and face from top to bottom.

In a trance, the racket fell, and she didn't know it.

The heat of the incandescent lamp suddenly became so high that it almost burned her, but what was even hotter was the biting eyes from the auditorium, piercing her body like arrows with open flames.

Give her a bucket of ice water.

And the ears... Isn't she deaf?Why is it so clear all of a sudden, why did she have to hear those words——

"I guess she's going to hurt her leg this time hahaha!"

"Ah, what a disappointment, the clothes are not torn."

"Fuck it! I beat you to win! Where's the boss? Give her a shot of excitement!"

……

It hurts.

The pain, which was clearly bearable, now felt like being splashed with salt water, and the sharp pain ran all over her body. She stood there in a daze, unable to cry out from the pain, her fingertips twitched and held in the cold palm.

want to vomit.

The lights are so dazzling, it's too dizzy.

She lowered her head and opened her mouth to take a deep breath, hoping to suppress the feeling of vomiting. The oxygen was not enough to supply the brain, so she could only shake her hands and tightly cover her heart to make it beat slower.

"Hey, why don't you give up." The yellow-haired woman said softly.

give up?

If she can't get the money, what will she do next?

Is it possible to sell it to the black stadium?

No, no, she still has to go to school, and she still wants to play tennis... in the open.

She had to win, she could win ten games in the first three days, there was no reason why she couldn't do this one.

Yes, she has to win.

must……

"What are you talking about?" The girl tilted her head slightly, picked up the racket, and smiled like a child, "It's over, where are you going?"

"You are already like this, you still want to... ah!!"

The yellow-haired woman screamed and hugged her broken wrist, and raised her head angrily, her impatient expression just now had turned into pain and surprise.

"You, how do you still have such power?"

The girl held the tennis ball suspiciously, "The game is not over, do you want to continue playing?"

"Play, play?!"

……

"Crash-"

In the middle of the night, torrential rain fell on the city. The dark clouds lowered and the moon was dim. The heavy rain tried to wash away the dark sins, but was blocked by umbrellas.

The girl limped on one foot, stumbled against the wall, and curled up in a corner outside the bank, like a cat in the rain.

"Ah, worrying." There was a voice near her, "Hello, Huayang Road, you know...Hello?"

The drowsy girl lay on her arms without raising her head.

"Are you ok?" A strange male voice came in, speaking jerky Chinese, sounding very young, "You didn't bring an umbrella...are you?"

She struggled to move her wet body, and in her blurred vision, she only felt a strange green hair floating in her field of vision.

"Turn left ahead...the third...or the fourth intersection." She said hoarsely.

"Girl, you are seriously injured, are you okay if you don't go to the hospital?"

"Who are you?"

"I do not want……"

Yukimura put down the tablet, got up and sat beside Su Tang, and reached out to caress her forehead.

It doesn't seem to be hot anymore.

He called softly: "Susu...Susu?"

You've been raving since just now, have you had a nightmare?

"I don't want to...play tennis...ball..."

Yukimura leaned closer to her, and after hearing what she was saying, he frowned and his eyes deepened.

He leaned over, put his hands on Su Tang's sides, and coaxed softly in her ear: "Okay, we won't fight, do you want some water, Susu?"

However, the sleeping girl just repeated one sentence over and over, and occasionally said "it hurts", which made Yukimura nervously look at her indwelling needle, for fear that it would bulge.

If he hadn't watched the monitor video of the game on the tablet and made sure that Su Tang was not injured, he would really throw the blanket off.

In the end, there was no other way, he covered the back of her hand with his warm palm, and warmed the cold potion along the way, hoping to comfort her a little.

The clock is "tick, tick", the night outside the window is filled with light, and the stars are connected into a long river in the dark blue sky.Inside the window, the owner of the blue-purple eyes quietly looked at his "star".

A star that dims when he's not paying attention.

After the fever subsided, her breathing gradually slowed down, but there was a wrinkle between her eyebrows, and her slender fingers gently rubbed it, trying to calm it down.

"What's bothering you?" He couldn't help asking, "There are so many secrets, huh?"

"Ugh..."

Yukimura's eyes froze, his body froze, and he slowly raised his hand to look at his fingertips. The thin calluses on his hands were wet with crystal tears, which were a little... scalding.

"Don't cry." He frowned slightly distressed, facing an unprecedented problem.

Staring at the silently crying girl in her sleep for a long time, he leaned over and secretly kissed her side neck, the bubbling blood flowed from under his lips, flowing towards her with his gentle expectation.

"Have a good dream."

Kirihara Chi also finished the reflection seminar, first ran to the restaurant to finish the meal, and then rushed to the Sutang dormitory with the lunch box in a panic, only to find that the lights in the room were dark and no one had come back.

"Hey? Have you finished the injection yet?"

So is he going to the infirmary?

Kirihara rubbed his messy hair, he hasn't showered since today's match.

"It's okay, the minister is with Susu."

Thinking of this, he put the lunch box into Su Tang's dormitory with peace of mind, closed the door and went back by himself.

Little did he know that in the empty room behind him, the spare racket in the corner gleamed quietly in the dark.

It seems soft, it seems bewitching.