[True luck] My young taming is too lax!

"Genichiro! Hurry up!"

"Is it really okay? We've gone a little far..."

"It's okay, the teacher said, you can move around freely!"

Looking at the little boy striding ahead with bright eyes, he was holding a small bamboo basket in his hand, which contained a small shovel shower and a few paper bags, and the other hand was holding down the straw sun hat on the top of his head. There was a lovely little blush on her fair and pretty face.Although he was wearing short-sleeved shorts, he was not tanned at all, and his good friends who had also stayed here for a week gradually darkened their skin.

Following the boy behind, he trotted a few steps to keep up with him, looked up at the blazing sun, and reached out to turn his upside down baseball cap, the brim of which blocked the light shining on his face. "Jingshi... How long is the place you mentioned..."

"Ah, really!" The boy walking in front stopped helplessly, turned around and ran over to hold his companion's hand, and pulled him hard to run, "Xian Ichiro is so talkative! Hurry up and follow!"

The damp and cool wind blew through the forest, and they ran, passing through the summer of the fourth grade of elementary school in the breath of green grass, that afternoon exuding dreamy ripples.

Sanada's eyes were fixed on the hand holding her, stretching up that white and tender forearm, and the little Yukimura was running in front of her.

This is my childhood self.Sanada suddenly reacted.is his dream.

He vaguely remembered this memory, the two of them went to the summer forest school in that sweltering summer.Yukimura took him to a flower valley hidden in the mountains, where there was the most beautiful huge flower garden he had ever seen.

Gradually sparse trees, a little bit of wide vision, and the weeds at the end of the road are pushed away, and there is a boundless sea of ​​flowers in front of you.Still panting, he opened his eyes wide. He had never seen such a beautiful scene before. His eyes slowly turned to his side, and the friend who was pulling him to run was staring at the distance with shining eyes without blinking.

They drilled into the sea of ​​flowers and found a spacious flat land in the very center, where a knee-deep stream was flowing slowly, crossing this uninhabited fairyland.

"gorgeous……"

The boy put down his basket by the stream, looked closely at the flowers, and called out his name in wonder.

"Look, Genichiro!"

The boy turned sideways, the tall plant even surpassed his height, holding a drooping purple flower in his hand, looking at himself with joy and longing on his face. "This is what I want you to see!"

"The bell tree dahlia, because this flower grows so tall, it is called the 'emperor' in Japan, it's amazing!"

Emperor... Sanada pondered these two words carefully, watching the boy carefully rummage around, and happily picked up the tool at hand when he found a seedling.While transplanting this small plant with roots and soil into the flowerpot he brought, he whispered to himself, "Once I heard someone say that Genichiro is the emperor of tennis, I really envied and envied him." pride."

Although it can grow up to 8 meters tall, the seedlings of this dahlia are as small as other plants.Delicate and slender, it may be deprived of nutrients by the plants around it.Just like Genichiro, who used to cry when he was a child, is now gradually gaining his own reputation. One day, this seedling will become the tallest branch in his garden.

He turned his head to look at Sanada, picked up the flower pot he had packed up and brought it to the side of his face, the small leaves gently touched his cheek, "In this way, Genichiro can be planted in my home, hehe."

Sanada's face suddenly turned red. "You, you, what are you talking about..."

"Ah, there are also on the other side!" The boy got up and ran to the creek, only seeing another cluster of beautiful flowers.He kicked off his shoes a few times, took off his socks, and stepped into the water impatiently.

"Wow, it's so cold! So comfortable!"

His smile was as soft as if it had been melted by the sun, his big beautiful eyes were also narrowed, his soft purple curly hair was like stretched vines, gently swaying with his movements, and the water waves shone with light. His skin was so white that it was almost transparent, and the irregular lines seemed to draw a magical totem on his calf...

Sanada couldn't restrain his gaze locked on the opponent, just watched him playing in the water, until the boy accidentally lost his body and let out a cry of alarm, then hurried over and fell into the water himself.

"Sorry, Jingichi... are you okay..."?

The boy who was thrown by himself was completely submerged in the water, his hair was dripping, his cheeks were splashed with water, his head was tilted on the slightly higher shore, and his shoulders were wet.

Sanada put one hand on his shoulder and the other on the boy's chest.He stared blankly at the boy slowly supporting his arm, frowned slightly with some discomfort, and a mist formed in his eyes.

"It hurts...I can't breathe, Genichiro, let go of your hand."

Sanada moved his arms stiffly, leaning against the boy's sides, staring straight at him with his head down.

The boy's T-shirt was soaked, and a small pool of water had accumulated in his collarbone. From his chin to his neck, a drop of water was slowly sliding down, as if the delicate and smooth skin couldn't hold it.The skin on the chest showed its color under the clothes that gradually became transparent, but the waist was not covered by the raised skirt.

"Xianichiro?" It's not that he couldn't hear the boy's questioning call, but Sanada no longer has the ability to control his body.

This boy is a child of Eden, a young deer in the forest.It is a fairy boy resting in the afternoon sun, and a kitten fluttering butterflies in a sea of ​​flowers.

His hair is soft clouds, his skin is smooth jade, and his lips are sweet sugar.

His eyes have the magic power of Medusa, turning himself into a stone statue firmly.

He is an unripe flower.

He is an unwaking dream.

"Senichiro, it's cold."

ah.I know. "You're soaking wet, Jingshi..."

"Huh? What are you talking about? You are the one who is cold, all the quilts have been rolled aside."

……what?

Gradually brightening light, gradually clear vision, what catches the eye is the ceiling that seems to be from another world.

The sound of footsteps came from above, and someone opened the wooden door close to the yard from the inside. The morning light came in, and a shadow lay across his body.Sanada turned his head slowly, and the boy standing against the light in his room overlapped with the boy in his dream. He closed his eyes, but the image left in his mind still could not disappear. When he opened his eyes again, the boy beside him was gone. up.

"Jingshi!"

He sat up abruptly, his eyes wide open.

"Huh? What's wrong?"

The boy who poked his head out from behind the side door and looked at him blinked in confusion. "You change your clothes, I'll look at the flowers in the yard on the porch for a while."

Sanada exhaled slowly.He can no longer tell what is a dream and what is reality.

"Jingshi, wait for me to have breakfast together, don't go first."

"Well, good. By the way, what's the matter with you, did you have a nightmare, and your complexion is not very good."

No, it would be fine if it was a nightmare.

When Sanada and Yukimura tidied themselves up and went to the living room, the obvious contrast between their faces aroused everyone's discussion.Compared with Yukimura who lived in his childhood room again after a long time and slept peacefully, Sanada separated by a wall was as heavy as if he was chased by some monster and turned over several mountains in a dream.

"The first day of 14 was so bad, Genichiro, are you really okay this year?" Yukimura smiled and enjoyed his share. It was rare to see his friend's face so stinky not on the court. Everyone felt very curious. They asked him what dream he had.

Sanada held his mouth shut and couldn't say anything, even when he saw Yukimura's urging eyes, he remained silent.Genichiro, who would occasionally be so awkward, reminded everyone of his childhood, as long as he made his own decision, even if he was about to cry, he would definitely not break it.

Yukimura smiled, he thought of the gift he gave his friend yesterday, maybe it was the painting that reminded him of the memories of being bullied by him when he was a child.

Well, I can't blame myself, after all, the young Genichiro is really too cute, no matter what he will be tricked.Speaking of which, gradually turning the brim of the hat to the front, is it because he is afraid that he will take it off from behind?

Until he came out of the house, Sanada didn't dare to look Yukimura in the eyes.He kept his hat lower than usual today, but every time he turned his head, Yukimura, who was a little shorter than him, could see his face straight.If I don't return to normal quickly, this kind of life will be too difficult.

One was thinking about things in his heart, and the other was thinking about each other's childhood in an interesting way. The two men came back to their senses when they arrived at school.

Before the upcoming Kanagawa tournament, Yukimura contacted the high school for joint practice. The next Sunday is usually a practice match. This time, Yukimura invited all the seniors from the high school to give advice to the club members.

The same will end up in the junior high school election, even Maori is forced to participate by Yukimura.Next year's Maori will definitely stay in Lihai High School. Now that he can get to know his future teammates in advance, there must be someone in the high school who can control him in the future.

The members on both sides stood up, and Yukimura and the head of the high school spoke a few words face to face.This time, it was not the order they had arranged, but the opponents chosen by drawing lots strictly according to the official competition.So it's likely that most people will never meet people they've met in their previous practice.Yukimura was on the sidelines discussing with Liu the members who were on the field, and wrote down their problems one by one.

Their game this time was played on several courts at the same time. The two recorded while walking, and stopped when they saw Sanada who was supervising on the other side.

"Sanada, what's the matter, did you find anything here?" Yukimura swept over Nioh who was flying to save the ball, and frowned slightly.

"This guy is still an old problem." Sanada replied with a serious face, "It seems that singles is still a bit reluctant, and it is dangerous to use his physical strength to reach the tiebreaker."

Nioh's progress is obvious to everyone. After getting used to the training intensity, his hitting power and movement have been greatly enhanced. However, due to his personal eating habits, his physical strength is still a shortcoming.Although the height has surpassed Yukimura, but the endurance is completely incomparable.

If you want him to play, the best way is to cooperate with doubles. At present, Marui Sanghara, the main pick in the club, is a fixed doubles one. Sanada Yukimura is in the last two singles, and he just defeated the only senior in the original main selection in the qualifying round. Kirihara is the type who doesn't know what cooperation is at all.

In their team, if Nioh Mori and Liu were to be arranged, there would always be someone who would make Yukimura feel guilty.His eyes were on Maori, who was about to play in the next stadium, and he was speechless for a while.

"Fine City."

In the ear is Liu Wenwen's low voice.Yukimura knew what the other party was going to say, but he didn't want to.He looked at Liu Qingxiu's eyebrows and eyes and looked at himself tenderly.

"There is no such thing as the best of both worlds in this world. You are not a god. You have always taken the responsibility on yourself. Do you underestimate me?"

Liu pulled him to the side of Maori's court, "As Lihai's staff, I have all the current tennis data shown by senior Maori, but I couldn't collect the real data, and he told me," he paused , saw the red-haired senior turned his head and waved to them, smiled and said, "'It's too early for you to want my data, little military division', then pointed to you who were playing with Xian Ichiro and said, 'Now there is only That's the guy I feel comfortable putting my trust in.'”

Yukimura froze.

"Jingshi, my trust in you is much higher than that of him." Maybe it's not just trust, their previous friendship was complicated and profound, it was a combination of respect and intimacy. "I used to collect data for my hobbies, but in Lihai, there is something more important that I can carry on my back."

When he talked to Yukimura for the first time, he saw that thing on the other party, that thing that obviously seemed to make people hard, but he was willing to fight for it.

That is your pride, always victorious and undefeated.

"This team fights with honor, and I see a bigger world because of this honor."

The data itself is a very small thing, and the numbers from 0 to 9 are only 0 and 1 in the computer.But the worlds they can build are limitless.

He has followed Yukimura all the way to the present, and he can see new things every day, and everyone is constantly evolving.

"I once left my former partner because I couldn't see my hope, but that doesn't mean I don't miss him." Liu gently patted Yukimura on the back, "I can still maintain my friendship with Sadaharu until now, But I already have someone more important."

"For you, I will do my best to win every game. Jingshi, I am here to make a promise with you."

"As long as there are games where I play, I will never lose. Whether it is singles or doubles, I will win for Lihai."

Seeing Yukimura lowering his head slightly, with his hair covering his cheeks, he couldn't help reaching out and touching the top of his friend's head, "This is Liu Renji's pride, so please leave it to me."

Yukimura was not only moved by this, but also dissatisfied with himself. This must be the last time he let Renji comfort him. If he hesitates because of this matter again from now on, he will really be sorry for his friend's trust.

"Sorry, Lian Er." He raised his head, felt the hand on top of his head, looked at his friend's face and smiled, "As expected of you, you changed your hairstyle this year, and you look more masculine."

Liu noticed that the other party raised his head and signaled him to put down his hand. He felt a little amused in his heart, but finally rubbed hard before letting go.From time to time, he would throw away the burden he was carrying, and look childish towards his good friends. This kind of fineness also made him feel very cute.Thinking of this, Liu smiled meaningfully when he saw Sanada not far away looking at him frequently.

In the blink of an eye, it's June.After the tennis club celebrated the birthday of his military advisor, Yukimura took Kirihara, Yanagi and Nioh to the Kanagawa Conference.In the first two rounds of the first day, Yukimura only allowed Liu and Nio to participate in the doubles 6 match, and Kiri served as the singles [-] in principle.On the second day, Kirihara, who was originally brought in just in case, had no chance to play at all. He lay on the railing behind the supervisor's seat the whole time, watching the process of his newly released doubles team working together. I lamented that the minister's sitting posture is really handsome.

After winning the Kanagawa Competition, Yukimura took over the work of the Art Appreciation Committee of the Art Department.Compared with last year, the number of contributors this year has doubled, and teammates in my department have also submitted a lot of inexplicable things.Nioh, who only enrolled in July last year, did not catch up with the selection at that time, but after seeing the exhibition, he has never forgotten the sculpture area.This time, Yukimura saw an unknown clay work in the warehouse, and the author's name was clearly written with the words Masaharu Nioh.

Ah, as expected, I still can't read that guy.

Yagyu's waka is pretty good, but does he have a sweetheart?The description of love feels very deep.

Sanada still submitted his calligraphic works very boringly. This time it is Art of War. If there are any new tricks, maybe we can see them soon, but this word has not improved much.

Liu provided the oil painting, and the wonderful perspective constructed a magical dream space. This work can be called very post-modern.

After the exhibition started, the tennis club came to visit again. When several people surrounded Nioh's works to discuss, Sanada couldn't move in front of a painting alone.

It was a dreamlike scene.In the corner of the residential garden, in the flower bed under the wall surrounded by vines, a large bunch of eye-catching purple dahlias are stretching their branches wantonly.They climbed high, like an emperor wearing a graceful purple robe, looking down at the other plants under those feet in mid-air.

The truth that was still doubted after waking up from the dream, now clearly appeared in front of my eyes.The flower named "Emperor" quietly grew in Xingcun's garden in his forgotten memory, and today, three years later, it has become the tallest and largest plant there, with an irreplaceable status.

The tips of the petals are still whitish and light pink, and gradually converge to the flower core, but they settle into a deep purple.

It was like Yukimura's hair color.

Sanada lowered his eyes and stared at the label under the work, where a familiar name was printed.

The name that keeps appearing in my dreams.

A name that made him obsessed.