Draw a card? Draw a card? !

The crescent moon is bright and clear, and the sky is clear.

Seiichi Yukimura finished watching the surveillance video of today's game in silence, and probably because of the fever subsided, Su Tang beside him also gradually broke free from the nightmare and fell asleep peacefully.

The transparent liquid medicine flowed under his palm bit by bit along the slender hose, and silently flowed into her body with his body temperature until the infusion bag shriveled until only a thin layer of liquid remained.

As soon as he was about to get up, the doctor on duty came into the ward from the outside according to the time, pulled out Su Tang's needles and was about to leave work. Before leaving, he asked him to pay more attention at night.

"She just finished the infusion, if she has a fever again in the middle of the night, don't take antipyretics, just drink some cold medicine."

The doctor handed him the plastic box containing the pills that had been prepared in advance, "If student Su still doesn't wake up later, you can just rest here tonight. The door of the infirmary is not locked."

"Thank you, teacher."

Yukimura did not refute the doctor's default that he would take care of Su Tang at night. He smiled very calmly, lightly pressed the medical tape on the back of Su Tang's hand with one hand, took the medicine box with the other, and thanked politely, "I am sorry for your inconvenience today. .”

"It's okay, it's my job."

The doctor waved his hand indifferently, and after he left, there were only two people left in the room who were sitting and lying down.

After about half a minute, Yukimura slowly moved his thumb away. After confirming that the pinhole would no longer ooze blood, he completely let go of Su Tang's left hand, lifted a corner of the quilt, and placed it tenderly on the owner's lower abdomen.

Then I checked the time and went out for a trip.

Su Tang was awakened by hunger.

When the fever subsides, my body is always a little sticky due to sweating, but I have to say that it is much more comfortable. After the fumigation of the high fever and the dullness of the mind fade away, the exhaustion of the body is particularly obvious.

At this time, if you can take advantage of sleepiness, continue to curl up lazily in the bed, have a good dream, wake up until the next morning, and then stretch your waist to get up refreshed--that's all you can think of. A happy event.

If you ignore the needs of your hungry stomach.

Mmm... the smell of rice...

Just by smelling the smell, one can imagine how soft this bowl of porridge should be. The rice flowers must be plump and fully bloomed, and the rice milk must be so thick that it can be drawn, pure white, It's hot on the tongue, one bite is enough to soothe the internal organs, if there is another refreshing side dish at this time...

"Susu?"

Yukimura put down the tablet in his hand and called out with a light smile.

Seeing Su Tang's closed eyelids, the eyeballs turning left and right, and the small nose flapping slightly, he knew that he was about to wake up. He listened carefully, and his breathing gradually became shallower and faster, and then there was a "gurg... ..." the pitiful cry.

Heh, I'm still hungry.

"Aren't you opening your eyes, little greedy cat?"

He approached the bed tenderly to call her, and before she woke up from a light sleep, he secretly touched her long eyelashes with his fingers.

"Wake up, Susu, get up and eat something before going to bed."

Su Tang opened his eyes blearily from sleep, still a little bit unable to react, until he was helped to sit up by someone, leaning on the pillow that the other person placed thoughtfully, he became fully conscious.

"Yukimura?"

"Yeah." Yukimura sat on the chair beside the bed and handed her a glass of warm water, "Don't talk, drink some to moisten your throat first."

Su Tang didn't refuse. She felt that her throat was about to burn, her mouth was dry, and it hurt when she spoke.

At this time, there was a glass of water in front of him, which was like rain. After taking it, Su Tang immediately raised his head and drank it all at once, but he still felt that it was not enough.

She casually wiped the wet corner of her mouth with her sleeve, and subconsciously looked at Yukimura.

"Don't drink so much, you have to eat later." Yukimura shook his head and refused softly.

"But I'm thirsty." Su Tang blinked his fox eyes, picked up the empty cup and looked at him pitifully.

"Eat first." Yukimura took out the cup from her reluctant paws, put it aside casually, got up and lifted the lunch box and put it on the bedside table.

"Chi also sent dinner to your dormitory. I just picked it up. Let's try it." He opened the lid of the box, took out the bowl of rice porridge Su Tang dreamed of and handed it to her. "The temperature should be just right."

"Wow! There is porridge!" Su Tang, who was depressed and didn't want to eat in his heart, immediately regained his energy. He leaned against the head of the bed with both hands holding the bowl, watching him busy with a pair of "star eyes", "How does Chi Ye know what I want?" For porridge?"

"Did you forget that last time he had a fever, didn't you happen to give him tutoring? You said that it is best to eat light food when you are sick, and insisted that he drink porridge."

Speaking of interesting things from the past, Yukimura smiled even brighter. Holding the lunch box, he opened the small table of the hospital bed with one hand and placed it in front of Su Tang. Then he placed other meals one by one, and finally sat sideways opposite her.

"Later, Chi also complained to us, saying that Susu was too bad that day. He ate boiled fish by himself, and he drank plain porridge. He didn't say it was tasteless, and he couldn't get enough to eat. As a result, he woke up hungry in the middle of the night."

Yukimura looked directly at Su Tang, who was facing him with a slightly embarrassed expression, with teasing eyes, and handed the chopsticks to her hand.

Su Tang touched his nose, put down the bowl, took the chopsticks, and muttered unconvinced: "Who made him insist on eating that boiled fish? He has a fever and his throat is still inflamed. How can he eat it? Drink porridge...that pot I specially cooked it and left it to him, he didn’t want to eat it himself, so it’s my fault for waking up hungry in the middle of the night?”

As she spoke, she poked her own porridge, a little rice milk hung from the tip of the chopsticks, and said in disbelief: "Then this bowl of porridge, isn't Chi Ye trying to get revenge on me?"

"No." Yukimura tapped her forehead helplessly, are you stupid?

"Isn't there a lot of dishes?"

"Yes." Su Tang nodded foolishly.

Chi also prepared a lot of food, probably because of the appetite of the two of them. Although Su Tang didn't understand why they were all sent to her dormitory, it didn't affect her eating.

She and Yukimura did not have the rule of "never talk when eating or sleeping", they ate and chatted about today's game face to face, but they were also comfortable.

"So, Tezuka-kun has gone to Germany?" Yukimura asked curiously.

"Well," Su Tang nodded, carefully picked out the minced garlic, and put it on a paper towel, "Senior Yamato has also left, and Atobe is now in No. [-]...ah no, No. [-] court is the leader."

"Based on my understanding, Big Brother Ghost will not arrange matches with other courts on the third court for the time being. In other words, so far, everyone's courts are basically fixed."

"That's it."

Yukimura responded thoughtfully, put down his chopsticks, raised his head and thought about something, his eyes naturally fell on Su Tang who was opposite him.

She blinked suspiciously, "Look at me... No, what are you thinking?"

Yukimura raised the corners of his mouth, and the smile in his eyes seemed to be tainted with sparks, "I was thinking, then I can't be lazy anymore."

Su Tang raised his eyebrows, finished the last mouthful of porridge, and said lazily: "You still know you are lazy."

"Well," Yukimura shrugged briskly, and took the initiative to get up to pack the dishes. "After all, I just watched the match between Atobe and Akaya and their seniors. Everyone is very motivated. U-17 is indeed a place where masters gather."

"Actually, it's good for you to be like this, enough to hold your breath."

Su Tang tilted his head and thought for a while, then said: "Anyway, there is still a match at the end... Your ability teachers also know that the U-17's'big heads' haven't come out yet, and now they are challenging each court one by one. It doesn't make any sense."

"Susu thinks so highly of me."

Yukimura re-covered the food box, wiped the small table, and put it back beside the hospital bed. Hearing Su Tang's words, he couldn't help lowering his eyes and laughing, but his tone was very indifferent.

He didn't feel that he couldn't bear such an evaluation.

Su Tang leaned on the bed, quietly looking at the "virtuous" young man in front of him.

In terms of appearance, Yukimura's appearance is definitely top-notch, with exquisite eyebrows, eyes and contours, but in addition to exquisiteness, there is also a deep and masculine determination.In terms of temperament, elegance, intellectuality and strength are intertwined and co-existed, which together form the unique charm of this person.

However, no matter how polite he is on the surface, there is still a kind of arrogance in his bones. The pursuit and confidence of victory are inherent, and he is persistently longing for the achievement of his perfect goal.

So when other teenagers are training and playing around with each other, he is more likely to improve himself alone and train hard by himself, even when he was in Lihai University. Otherwise, how could he train himself to cause physical problems? .

Does Yukimura have tennis talent?Yes, absolutely.

But it's not like Echizen Ryoma's jumping and nimble feeling. Yukimura's evolution and growth have always been silent, and most of his efforts are behind the scenes.

Every time you see him on the court, you can't tell how he has improved, but it just makes your eyes shine and you admire him.

but.

Su Tang tentatively suggested: "If you can share the same court with Atobe and the others, you can participate in the team substitution match with everyone, Yukimura, what do you think?"

Why is he always alone now?

Although standing in the middle of everyone, it seems that they can evacuate at any time.

Yukimura sat back on the chair next to the hospital bed. There was no fruit, so he could only pour a glass of water for her, and then replied lightly: "If there is a chance, I will be happy to participate in the competition with everyone."

Su Tang: "..."

It felt like I hadn't said it.

"What I mean is," she hesitated to speak a few times, but she couldn't help but express her thoughts frankly, "You can try to train with everyone... It feels like everyone in the Tennis Club of Lihai University , are all independent."

Especially after experiencing the elimination of his companions by himself, not to mention Yukimura and Yagyu, even the lively and outgoing Marui is always alone.

"Yukimura also said just now that U-17 masters are gathered together. Although everyone is not in the same school and the same grade, it may not be impossible to become like-minded teammates."

Su Tang suggested seriously, his slightly widened fox eyes were full of seriousness.

"Don't be alone."

Yukimura smiled lightly and rubbed the top of her hair, and smoothed out her hair with his fingers. The slightly curly ends of the hair wrapped around his fingertips, like the softest and most attractive strands on the tip of a little fox's tail hair.

"Is Susu afraid that I will be alone?"

Su Tang immediately wrinkled her face, she didn't mean that, she also played tennis, so she knew that loneliness is always necessary, but...

"No, I mean... I feel..."

Why is it so difficult to express my thoughts clearly tonight!

She struggled and said, "Is it because Saito-sensei's mental strength training is too much? You don't want companions, and plan to fight alone?"

Although the significance of the knockout competition is indeed there, to make these students who have been competing as a team realize the existence of "self"-this is also the path that future professional players must take-but isn't it too much?

Yukimura was stunned for a moment when he heard the words, and with a puff, he couldn't help laughing.

"What are you thinking?" He sighed with a smile on his face, "Is it because you are sick today, so you suddenly become sentimental, Susu?"

"I do not……"

Su Tang muttered, suddenly feeling a sense of frustration.

What the hell is she asking?

"Companions will always be partners, but there is no need to stick together all the time, as long as we still play tennis... No, even if we no longer play tennis, as long as our hearts are together, we are partners."

"A companion is a companion who walks on the same road."

Although she didn't know why she was so obsessed with this question tonight, Yukimura did not perfuse her, and was just thinking about how to answer this question just now.

"Because of this, the word 'companion' has become particularly precious. It carries a lot of weight, and it cannot be handed over easily, nor can it be accepted from others at will—at least for me. Susu thinks Woolen cloth?"

Yukimura explained very patiently, the blue-purple eyes were soft and far-reaching, as if thinking of someone or seeing someone far away.

Su Tang intuitively felt that he thought of Sanada and the others, but her complicated emotions at the moment were not because of this...

What does she think?

What do you think?Companion?

His fingers curled up involuntarily as if they were scalded by something. Su Tang pursed his lips, closed his eyes, and said softly after a long while: "I don't know."

Yukimura came back to his senses, and gave a suspicious "hmm", "What don't you know?"

"I don't know... what it feels like."

She murmured, looking down at the white sheets in a daze, her expression was a little dazed and a little sad, as if there was something very simple for everyone in front of her, but she didn't know it, or even saw it.

It would make her seem pitiful.

"Susu?"

Yukimura's eyes narrowed slightly, he leaned over, and whispered to Su Tang, who was suddenly in a trance, his heart suddenly sank, and inexplicably remembered the raving in her dream——

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

Why doesn't Susu want to play tennis?

When would she not want to play tennis?

But she obviously likes it again.

Yukimura pondered for a moment, and decided that he had to figure out this question. He deliberately lowered his soft voice to ask her, "Susu had a nightmare just now, didn't she?"

"Night...dream?"

Her eyelashes fluttered and she repeated it to herself.

"Yes." Yukimura observed her expression carefully.

Correct.

She seemed to be dreaming of something.

From the moment she woke up, she felt like something was out of her control.

It seems...it seems to be related to something in the dream.

But what was the dream?

What did she dream about...

"Well--"

The forehead suddenly throbbed like an electric shock, she covered her head in pain, and in the next second she collapsed on the bed and curled up into a ball, closing her eyes and sucking in cold air continuously.

"Hiss... ah!!!"

"Susu!"

Noticing her strangeness, and hearing her uncontrollable screams of pain, Yukimura stood up nervously in an instant, and brought the chair to "bang-dang—" and hit the ground, cracking a crack on the tile.

However, all his thoughts were on Su Tang, and he immediately threw himself on the bed and hugged her. He was angry and regretted the question he asked just now, and he was also annoyed that his resentment made her become such a thing. The cold and angry look in his eyes was as cold as ice. .

But in the blink of an eye, how did it become like this? !

"Susu, Susu!" Yukimura forcibly raised her small face in her arms, her eyes that had not been fully closed were fragile and lifeless, she didn't struggle or make noise after screaming in pain, but the delicate and soft skin was covered with cold sweat, The tentacles were cold, like... like when Susu passed out on the sidelines of the court!

"Susu...Sutang!"

After experiencing similar things twice a day, Yukimura felt his heart ache like Ling Chi.

He grabbed her arm with trembling fingers, gritted his teeth and pulled it away from her ear, and calmly bent down and asked in a low growl, "How did you get through it before? How did you solve it in the afternoon? What medicine did you take?" ? Or... hurry up!"

Yuki... Yukimura...

Su Tang squirmed his lips almost invisibly.

Shen Fu's voice echoed in his ears, familiar and unfamiliar, but it miraculously gradually drove away the rumbling noises in his mind.

In the blurred vision in front of my eyes, the figure that appeared was both familiar and unfamiliar.

Yukimura... Yukimura is not like this, how could he be so angry... He always smiles... He also smiles when he bullies others... Only when he is playing tennis...

"Su Tang! Open your eyes! Don't faint!"

The monstrous shock and anger were hidden in those blue-purple eyes, which made the corners of his eyes a little red, as if crying, and his voice was hoarse, not unpleasant, but I still like his gentle voice...

"cough……"

"Susu?!"

Everything happened in just half a minute, but Su Tang seemed to see and hear it half a century late. Before Yukimura was about to call an ambulance, she finally had a high chest heave, bursting out from deep inside her body. Unstoppable severe coughing.

"Cough, cough, cough! Cough, cough, cough... Lucky, cough, cough! Cough... Yukimura..."

Yukimura Seiichi, who was called by her intermittent weak voice, was shocked for an instant, and all the calls and words fell into silence, and then his entire spine seemed to be smashed by a heavy hammer, and his body fell deeply It bent down, covering the whole of her.

"Cough cough...cough!"

The tip of her nose is the faint scent of his body, her ears are his rapid and trembling sighs, her eyes are covered by his chest in darkness, but Su Tang feels so at ease, she can feel the hot breath on her face, and hear his strong breath. , Healthy heartbeat.

She half-closed her eyes and gently grabbed his clothes.

"Sorry……"

Her voice was too low, even quieter than his breathing, and her vocal cords seemed a little bloodshot due to the violent coughing.

Yukimura slowly turned his head, with her ears next to his lips, his voice was also hoarse and difficult, and he asked softly:

"Why do you say sorry?"

"Because... I don't remember... I remember, ahem! I forgot my dream..."

"Forget it, forget it," Yukimura propped up his body, touched her cheek comfortingly, wiped away her painful tears with his fingertips, and said in a hoarse and gentle voice that she was familiar with, "We don't want to."

"But my memory... seems to be... confused..."

Su Tang pulled up the corner of his mouth and wanted to smile, but the tears were faster than the smile.

"What if I... ask weird... questions again?"

Yukimura saw her eyes were deep and quiet, and all the fluctuations were suppressed at the bottom of his heart that was torn into pieces. He endured the painful breathing and said softly: "No matter what cute questions you ask, I will answer you."

"If I... make a rude request..."

"I promise you too."

"Really?" Su Tang's throat was a little itchy, and he opened and closed his mouth several times, before asking with hope, "Then you...can you not like me?"

"..."

Yukimura paused unexpectedly with his fingers on her side face, and said softly, "So you know."

Su Tang stopped breathing, turned his face away, avoiding his fingers, then slowed down, moved himself away from the place covered by his body, and lay on the pillow.

"You said you would agree." She curved her lips and said with a smile.

"Well, I said I would agree." Yukimura nodded calmly, then knelt on the bed and leaned over, grabbed her hand and asked, "But you are a bit domineering, or... Susu teach me why I don't like it?"

"Ha... ha ha cough... cough cough cough!"

Su Tang suddenly laughed out loud, and started to cough while laughing, his whole body trembling after he couldn't breathe, and tears could not be stopped on his embarrassed face.

"Huh? You actually...you actually like a psycho..."

"Put the word right, ma'am, it's mental illness."

Yukimura took her hand and bit it lightly, leaving a light tooth mark on the ring finger, pinched her wet cheek with the other hand, and threatened softly.

"Also, if you scold my girlfriend again, I'm going to lose my face."

"You..." Su Tang shook his head tearfully, "She doesn't agree..."

"You lied to me too many times, Su Tang."

Yukimura smiled and tilted his head, his gentle smile was a bit confusing and dangerous.

"So I can't take this sentence seriously."

Su Tang shook her head desperately, crying so hard that she almost breathed her last, and coughed again, her chest hurt like tearing, so painful that she pinched Yukimura's hand hard, and asked him to "keep his word" as soon as he could speak.

"You promised...to promise..."

"I don't agree."

Yukimura held her hand behind his back with his bruised hand, said softly, his eyes were soft, but he watched her trembling in pain with cold eyes.

"Look, Susu, as long as you don't cry, it won't hurt."

"You bastard..." Su Tang gasped and murmured weakly, as if he heard the sound of an ambulance in a trance.

"I'm not going to the hospital...not going..."

Yukimura leaned forward to pick her up, his legs were so weak that he almost staggered and fell, he stretched out his hands and carefully put on her shoes and coat, but his tone was so indifferent that he didn't look like a partner talking about love.

"Be good, baby, you've made me very angry."

Su Tang pressed his heart, his headache was about to split, his lips were pale and colorless, but he subconsciously rejected it.

"No need...you care...I don't need anyone...I can..."

"You need me," Seiichi Yukimura patiently refuted every word she said, especially this one, "Your body is mine now, and I love it more than you, so it's mine."

"I...fucking..."

"Don't swear, Susu," Yukimura took the time to pull out the breathing mask in the infirmary, forced her to put it on, and then walked out with the person in his arms, "Be sober, don't get dizzy."

……

As the old saying goes, a person will become a star after death, hanging in the sky and continuing to shine.

Su Tang thought.

She might be killed by Yukimura Seiichi even if she died.

I can't be a star in this life.