[True luck] My young taming is too lax!

At the end of the second year of junior high school, Yukimura did not have a very happy life.His father contacted the hospital where he had been checked before, and invited him to a famous attending doctor. Even the conditions of the ward were impeccable.However, as soon as he walked into the gate of the hospital, he couldn't help frowning.

Yukimura's mother certainly knew her son's resistance to the hospital when he was a child, and now it is almost a miracle that he can allow them to be admitted to the hospital for treatment. Presumably, apart from the illness, the young man who accompanied them is also one of the driving forces.

She tenderly looked at the child who grew up with her son, who was already taller than Yukimura's father, looked stable and reliable, even her own son's one-sided character, could maintain a close brotherhood for so many years friendship.

"This time it's time for you to work again, Genichiro." She and Sanada helped resettle Yukimura in Yukimura's ward, while Yukimura's father was going through complicated admission procedures.There is a boy here to do the labor, which makes her very relieved.

Yukimura was arranging his things while listening to the conversation between the two.Yukimura's mother complained to Sanada that there are still many rules restricting items in the hospital, and she can't wait to move all her son's things over. "Common supplies are enough, mom, obviously I won't be staying for a long time." Yukimura reluctantly responded to Yukimura's mother's complaint, glaring at Sanada who agreed.

Since the last time he persuaded Yukimura to be admitted to the hospital, Sanada had a vague feeling that he seemed to be a lot closer to Yukimura.After that, Yukimura accompanied him to participate in the first stage of the kendo review, and the most important person was by his side, making him stronger than ever when holding the sword in his hand.

He looked at the young man who was changing into the hospital clothes, his gradually pale face made him a little weaker than before, but in comparison, he seemed to have entered the growth period, growing a lot taller rapidly.

Before he knew it, he was nearly a head taller than the other person. Every time Sanada stood beside that person, he couldn't help but want to embrace him, just like the porch on the starry night.

He looked at Yukimura in a daze, his mind was full of the figure deeply engraved in his mind under the moonlight.

"Xianichiro, I'm sorry, I'm going to pick Yui home next time, so I'll trouble you for the rest, okay?" Yukimura's mother picked up her bag and entrusted it to Sanada. When she saw the two children nodding, she Only then did I leave with confidence.

Yukimura sat down by the bed and looked around the tidy room.This will be the place where he will live for the next few months, a place that is not spacious and depressing.

He scanned every corner little by little, and his eyes stopped on the cabinet where his things were placed. "Xianichiro, can you bring me some painting tools?"

Sanada took out the "necessities" for Yukimura from the cabinet. As a daily habit, the only manual activity that can still be allowed by the doctor is painting.

Yukimura touched his tools cherishingly, turned a blank page, raised his head and smiled at Sanada, "Let me draw a picture while my hands are still steady, Genichiro."

His eyes were full of longing, and Sanada simply couldn't refuse.Pulling up the chair and facing Yukimura, Sanada's expression was a little unnatural.It was the first time for that person to look directly at him like this. He was once teased to be Yukimura's model, but he was rejected by himself. Fa no longer refuses any request from Yukimura.

"Xianichiro is really good-looking." Yukimura sighed. Although Sanada was used as a model for some jokes before, the other person's figure is perfect, and his facial features are quite Japanese-style. In ancient times, he must have been a very handsome guy, but in today's era where some people appreciate elegance and neutral beauty, he is called an uncle by life.Thinking of this, Yukimura couldn't help but chuckle.

He looked at his friend's puzzled eyes, but he didn't explain. His eyes slid across the other person's face inch by inch like water, and his men kept sketching familiar figures.

Stared at by such eyes, Sanada felt his face turn red, his palms were sweaty, and his body felt a little hot.Such a model is really a test for him!That person seemed to be touching himself with his eyes, and Sanada felt extremely uncomfortable wherever he was seen.

"Xianichiro, you have a great figure..." Yukimura whispered, his eyes swept over his broad shoulders and narrow waist, and his slender and strong legs.For a moment, the scene he saw when he was staying in Hakone appeared in his mind. Compared with himself, his body was much stronger, with beautiful muscle lines like those of Westerners. In the tennis club, only Kuwahara could match Sanada.

He really admired such a figure since he was a child. The tall, slender and thin man was once the aesthetic enlightenment for learning to paint when he was a child.The dream of yearning for an athlete may have slowly taken shape after seeing the plaster human body for the first time.

Time flies, and now Yukimura has gradually acquired beautiful muscle lines, and has become an invincible person on the court. Now that his childhood dream has been realized, but now he has to watch his body muscles shrink a little bit. In terms of more than torture can describe.

In the second month after he fell ill and fainted, the symptoms developed faster than he expected.Fingers are already numb frequently, maybe in a few days, this album can only be drawn for a while and stop for a while.

He lowered his head and stared at the person in the painting. He was a healthy young man who grew a little bit taller. He possessed dazzling blood and strength that made people look up to him. He was slowly catching up with him, and maybe he would soon surpass him.Now Yukimura can gain psychological comfort, perhaps because this person looked at him with undisguised burning and emotion.

Such a straightforward expression, the other party didn't notice at all, but it couldn't hide it from Yukimura who had enlightened not long ago.After he saw the gentleness in Sanada's eyes for the first time in that night of fireworks in Hakone, Yukimura gradually realized how strong his presence was when he was stared at by those eyes.

Just look at me like that, don't look away.

He has now found many sympathetic and sad eyes from family members, elders, and members of the department.It seems to be saying, he is so pitiful, why make him so unfortunate?

And the only difference in those eyes is from Sanada, always full of trust and reverence.

It doesn't matter if you have other thoughts on your mind right now.

As long as I can feel that I am still an ordinary, healthy and normal person, as long as there is no pity and sadness in your eyes, I am willing to let you look at me like this.

He lowered his head, his face was covered by the hair on both sides, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

So Genichiro, please don't pity me, or I will get angry.

In late December, Yukimura's condition and examinations became regular.Although Sanada has been visiting him twice a week, everyone in the tennis club has not been allowed by Sanada to visit him.According to his deputy director, Yukimura, who has just adapted to the treatment and needs to rest, will feel very uncomfortable if disturbed by noisy members.

"Then when will we be able to see him! It's been so long, without Yukimura in the tennis club, I can't cheer up during practice." Looking at Sanada with a frown, Marui was a little dissatisfied with his arbitrariness. "I don't think Yukimura would hate seeing us, and you should probably let it go, that kind of possessiveness?"

Sanada pursed his lips and glared at him fiercely, "We can't relax without the minister here! King Tachikai must have no dead ends at any time, Marui!"

Hey, don't you refute?

Everyone was still dissatisfied, so they went to hear Liu Zhangkou saying, "Jingshi's email said that he has stabilized now, and the doctor said that he can come to visit on weekends from now on."

Satisfying the wishes of the members, Sanada felt annoyed.With this group of people who can make trouble, Yukimura must have another headache.

On weekends, after the morning training, the main candidates got on the tram to the hospital.When they arrived at the hospital and came to the door of Yukimura's ward, they heard children's laughter coming from the room.

Looking in through the door, the boy sitting by the bed was surrounded by several children. There were two children lying on the bed, both of how old they were. In good spirits and with a big smile.

The boy who used to smile quietly in front of the tennis club now showed a cute and shining smile.

That person can smile like this... The few people standing outside the door felt such a sigh in their hearts. The minister who has been an undefeated example in the tennis department, it turns out that he also has such a child-like side in his bones.

"Brother Jingshi! Uncle is looking for you!" The boy who was turning his head saw several strangers, and was deeply impressed by the uncle who often came to visit him.

"Well, Genichiro, everyone is here." Yukimura blinked, and ignored Sanada's dark face for a moment, but smiled at the members who hadn't seen him for a while.Several people gathered around and talked with Yukimura for a long time, and the children on one side also went back to their rooms under Sanada's urging.

"Speaking of which, who went to this year's high school tour?" Yukimura glanced at his teammates and remembered something that should have happened just now.

King Ni turned his head and raised the corner of his mouth at him, "It's me. I also saw the next head of the high school department, but he asked me how you are doing, so I don't know what to say." He turned his eyes away , looking down at Yukimura's fingers.

The successor minister was last year's vice minister of the high school department, and this year he is already a sophomore in high school. Although he lost to Sanada, his strength is still quite good in high school.That person used to watch Yukimura's games in joint practice, and he admired this junior very much, so when he saw Nioh, he pestered him and asked a lot.

"Yukimura has a lot of fans even in high school, huh." Nioh looked at the person who smiled helplessly, although he could always easily make fun of him, but now he couldn't say a lot.This cautious feeling not only made Yukimura feel uncomfortable, but also made Nio feel guilty.Obviously it's me who is called a fraudster...

Sanada stood in the corner of the room and watched his teammates keep pestering Yukimura, feeling relaxed and complicated at the same time.

He couldn't tell if it was a good thing not to let everyone see Yukimura during this period of time.I have always been very sensitive to Yukimura's affairs, and recently when they talked, they also found a change in this person's mentality.Maybe seeing that group of people full of energy, Yukimura will regain some energy.

They chatted for a long time, and several of them explained the gifts given to Yukimura by other members in the bulging tennis bag. The warm care of the former juniors and teammates made Yukimura gradually calm down.He looked at the relaxed Sanada on his face, and felt some indescribable feelings in his heart.Usually the nerves are large and single-celled, but at this time they are always frighteningly sharp.Genichiro is really a person who can't let people relax.

By the time everyone's conversation stopped, it was almost late for lunch.The few people who were persuaded to leave by the nurse were a little dissatisfied, and they didn't feel relieved until they heard that they could visit Yukimura on weekends.

Watching his teammates leave, Sanada returned to Yukimura's ward, and asked Yukimura to sit back on the bed, while he tidied up the slightly messy places.

"Recently, the number of people talking to me has suddenly decreased a lot, and I'm not used to it. Didn't it delay your business by keeping you?" Yukimura watched as Sanada moved a stool and sat by the bed, and even tucked himself in the quilt .

Sanada shook his head, he himself was a little worried about Yukimura's state.

"Actually, I'm still a little uneasy. Although I always look at ease in front of everyone, if there are some things that need someone to listen to, the only one I can think of is you." Yukimura said softly.

"Seiichi, don't think too much, just cooperate with the doctor to take care of your illness." Sanada paused, feeling that something was wrong with Yukimura.

"It's what you deserve... Retribution... It seems that I can gradually hear such words recently."

Sanada suddenly raised his head, the pale Yukimura leaned back against the pillow, his head slightly tilted back, his eyes fixed on the ceiling.

"Hehe, don't be afraid, Genichiro, it's not a ghost or something, probably, something in my heart is talking to me."

"When did I first know myself?" He lowered his eyebrows, "Five years old? Or four years old? Not long after I learned tennis, I found my own 'Tao'. To be honest, I didn't realize at that time what the opponent who was deprived of the five senses was thinking. He kept saying that the loser was just not strong enough. Everyone on the opposite side is defeated, but in the end, I am still not the same.”

"Xianichiro, I haven't told you all this time. Do you know what it was like when you fainted at the station? First your fingers were numb, then your arms and legs lost strength, and your feet didn't feel like they were stepping on the ground. When we were on the ground, the vision in front of us became blurred, and the voices of our companions gradually faded away, and finally it was pitch black, and the consciousness disappeared." Yukimura's face was blank, and he turned his head to look at Sanada, but the clear and bright eyes in the past were gone. Focus, "Those who have been deprived of the five senses, is this the feeling... I thought so when I woke up again."

"Jingshi..."

"In the past, I was said to be unsportsmanlike, and I didn't waver at all. Have I finally been punished?"

His voice gradually became weaker, and even Sanada could hear a cry, "I really... envy you. You have always confronted opponents head-on, and you, who have never been ridiculed or criticized, are always calm and enthusiastic game."

Have you ever complained about me countless times when you were deprived of your five senses?Yukimura thought so, but suddenly didn't have the courage to ask. "Many people look to you as a role model, but no one has ever yearned for my tennis..."

"The grip strength of these hands has gradually weakened." Yukimura stretched out his hand to hold Sanada's wrist which was placed beside the bed. No matter how hard he tried, Sanada could clearly feel the strength which was far different from that of the other party. "The legs are already starting to lose weight, and the weight is losing every day. The only reason I can keep going is to return to the tennis department and play again."

"The doctor never told me what would be the worst of this disease, and everyone avoided talking about it, and I was probably avoiding it, but I didn't even investigate it." Yukimura looked up into Sanada's eyes and observed him carefully. The reaction was, "But you know it, if you were you, you must have fully understood it by now, right?"

If you have confidence in me, maybe I can have a little more confidence to go all out.

"Tell me, Genichiro, can I go back?"

There was a trace of eagerness in his tone, and he stared unblinkingly at the pair of black eyes on the opposite side, where a layer of light was gradually glowing.Yukimura couldn't tell whether it was Sanada crying, or just his own illusion.

After a while, he heard the deep voice of the other party.

"I grew up in gymnasiums when I was young, and I was surrounded by older teachers and senior brothers. I have to constantly polish myself day after day to become strong. I have always believed in this when I grew up. "Sanada sat on the edge of the bed, slowly turned over the grasped wrist, and wrapped the man's hand in the palm of his hand.

"Because by your side, I learned a truth, some people just can't be defeated no matter how hard I try."

"You have to stand in front of me forever and let me defeat you with my own hands one day. Before that, I won't allow anyone to defeat you."

"Even if it is a serious illness, you must never lose."

Sanada's eyes were so firm, as if in his heart, the supreme and unparalleled god was Yukimura Seiichi.For the first time, Yukimura truly realized that in the eyes of the other party, he was so indestructible.

However, this time, Genichiro might be disappointed.

"Xianichiro, I also thought about such a thought at first. But now..." Yukimura slowly lifted the quilt, and under Sanada's watchful eyes, put his legs down on the bed and stepped on the floor.He looked as if he was about to get up, but he struggled for something and didn't move for a long time.

"I don't even have the courage to stand up..." I don't even have the courage to stand up.

The person who has never shown his weak side in front of him is sitting on the bed in front of him, his eyes are full of hesitation, like a lost young deer.

Sanada froze in place, looking into the opponent's eyes, for a moment, all thoughts in his mind were gone.

As if instinctively, he could only stand up uncontrollably, and hugged the person in front of him tightly, as if protecting him from any harm.