[Net King] Imai Hospital 300 days

Day 120 of admission

"Speaking of which, it's the beginning of the new year. During the new year, my sister gave me a fortune-telling." Fuji smiled, "The result was a bit unexpected."

"Eh?" Yukimura looked up at Fuji, "It sounds like it's going in a good direction."

Fuji nodded slightly. "The result of divination says that I will have good luck throughout the year, and I will bring luck to my close friends and relatives." His eyes stayed on Yukimura for a long time, and then he gently put his hand on Yukimura's shoulder, " So...everything will be fine."

Yukimura's hands unconsciously clenched the front of his shirt, and the corner of his mouth curled up in a familiar arc: "Yes."

"By the way, isn't Atobe coming today?" Fuji said while looking at Yukimura beside him while removing the protective film of mango pudding.

"I can't see that you miss him so much." Yukimura teased with a smile.

"Hehe." Buer smiled without saying a word.

Yukimura stretched out his arms and leaned on the large pillow, looking comfortable as if he was about to fall asleep.

"When the school starts this year, I wonder if there will be a few talented first-year juniors joining the tennis club. We are already in the third year of junior high school, and we don't have much time to waste." Yukimura narrowed his eyes slightly, facing the warm sunshine, Let the body stretch in this warm transpiration.

"Speaking of juniors..." Fuji smiled and shook his index finger, "When our family went to America to spend New Year with Dad this year, we met a very interesting kid."

Yukimura looked at Fuji curiously: "It's not a good thing to be called interesting by you."

"I'm not playing any tricks at all." Although Fuji said this, the sly smile on his face seemed to be telling another story. "but……"

"But?" Yukimura tilted his head.

"However, it's a pity that I have already been included in the bag first. If there is no accident, he will return to Japan to study this year. I have already reserved this first-year freshman of Qing Xue."

"Is it because Tezuka is looking for an heir?"

"If you have to say that..." Fuji did not deny it. "He is indeed a rookie with great potential. His talent in tennis is probably only comparable to Tezuka and Seiichi among the people I know."

"Huh?" Yukimura's interest was finally aroused by Fuji, "Sounds like a replica of Chiya."

"Indeed, the same rebelliousness. The only fly in the ointment is the height."

As soon as Fuji finished speaking, Yukimura glanced at his height meaningfully.

"My country was about the same height as Tezuka when I was one, at least... more than one 151."

"So?" Yukimura smiled the angelic smile most familiar to Likai Daishosen, "How do you plan to train|teach him?"

"No need." Fuji firmly refused.

Yukimura looked at Fuji, and said knowingly: "Are you going to let Tezuka carve this piece of rough jade by himself?"

"Isn't it a good idea?" Fuji chuckled twice, stood up from the bench, and looked down at Yukimura, "The future pillar of Qinggaku, of course, must be polished by the current pillar of Qinggaku."

Yukimura was silent.

Fuji packed up the bento box, packed it in a bag and was ready to leave. "Before I leave, I would like to add one thing—no matter what you think, I will be here that day."

Fuji didn't directly say which day it was, but Yukimura already understood it.

"I see." Yukimura waved off Fuji, but after walking two steps, he suddenly asked loudly, "What's the name of the little guy you mentioned just now who is likely to become the future pillar of Qingxue?"

Fuji paused and turned around: "Echizen Ryoma!"

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The new year has just begun, and Atobe has turned into a busy person. Not only is the tennis club cumbersome, but as the student council president of Ice Emperor, various plans for the new school year, including school festivals, music festivals, and tennis festivals, are big and small. All festivals and events must be arranged and implemented before the start of the spring semester.But even so, as the time for Yukimura's surgery was approaching, Atobe would allocate a considerable part of his time to Yukimura no matter what.

Keigo Atobe TOUCH Yukimura Seiichi: "How is your day? Is everything going well?"

Yukimura picked up the phone, smiled, and slowly tapped a few keys on the screen with his fingers: "Everything is fine, Zhou Zhu came over today."

As expected, Atobu immediately raised his vigilance: "That fellow Buer, what did you talk to?"

"I didn't talk about anything. It's probably because winter is almost over. I'm a little sad and lonely. I seem to like the feeling of literary youth recently." Yukimura chuckled and left a recording.

Atobe on the other end of the phone stared blankly at the screen, and after a while slightly raised the corners of his mouth and shook his head: "It's really..."

"Qingxue seems to have a very strong newcomer to join. Li Haida and Bingdi can't be left behind."

"I see." Atobe raised the corners of his mouth, "The Ice Emperor led by my uncle didn't fall into a disadvantage so easily."

"I'm waiting for you, on the field." Yukimura's finger stayed on the screen for a while, and finally pressed send. He looked up at the blue sky outside the window, "In this way, you can rest assured, Xiaojing."

I'm ready, it's tomorrow.

Everything will come to a conclusion.

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Dr. Smith pushed down his glasses and looked at the angry Dr. Tono in front of him.

"Have you decided to indulge Yukimura-kun's waywardness, without telling any of his relatives or friends, and quietly advance the operation time?"

"I never promised that." Dr. Smith responded lightly.

"But……"

"I have been practicing medicine for more than 20 years, and I have seen thousands of terminally ill patients. To be honest, Yukimura-kun is one of the luckiest ones. Moreover, he has such a strong desire to survive, it should be the desire to recover| Hope, I believe in him." Dr. Smith said, "I believe in my medical skills even more, and I believe that with my 25 years of experience in medicine and the will honed on the operating table, I can restore Yukimura-kun to health, as I promised. Like that boy."

"I will return Yukimura Seiichi intact."

"But..." Dr. Tono hesitated to speak.

"The success rate of the operation is indeed very small, but every operation is a game, isn't it?" Dr. Smith laughed, "Although I promised Yukimura to let him perform the operation quietly, I didn't promise not to let his relatives and friends know. "

"Anyway, he's only 14 years old."

Dr. Tono was silent.

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For dinner, Yukimura enjoyed a nutritious meal carefully prepared by top chefs from the Atobe family.Although the nutrition is top-notch, no matter how a nutritious meal means, no matter how good it tastes, it is difficult for diners to have an appetite to taste it.

But Yukimura didn't want to waste Atobe's heart, so he ate until he was [-]% full, and packed up the remaining desserts. Yukimura thought that Yang Tou would like this dessert, and he could share it with other friends.

Yukimura walked downstairs slowly while holding the handrails on both sides of the corridor, his slightly slanted back looked very thin.Inadvertently, he was bumped and staggered by family members pushing wheelchairs in the corridor.

Just when he was about to stand up, a clean and slightly callused hand appeared in front of his eyes.

Yukimura judged without thinking that it was an athlete's hand, probably a basketball player, as can be seen from the shape and position of the rubbed cocoons.

"Thank you." He stood up and smiled softly.

The cheeks of the young man in front of him were slightly flushed, and there was a little surprise in his eyes.

"People who can see me at the first sight are very rare." The young man stroked his light blue hair, a slight smile appeared on his slightly paralyzed silent face, "My name is Heizi Tetsuya, Teiko Third grade in middle school."

"My name is Seiichi Yukimura, a sophomore in the High School Affiliated to Rikai University," Yukimura paused, "I'm the head of the tennis club."

His high-spirited posture made his outstanding features even more radiant.

Heizi stared at him blankly, and said for a long time, "I am the basketball club of Diguang Middle School, one of the regular candidates."

The author has something to say: Some students asked me why I haven’t updated recently, hehe, I’ve been making models, it’s unscientific to stay up all night at [-] in the morning, and I have to climb out of the school and into the dormitory through the window.

Well, let’s not talk nonsense, this chapter is a bland and excessive chapter, and the next chapter is a fierce conflict. The only gain is to meet new friends.

Then the next chapter, I will meet with you on Monday next week, and put it in the manuscript box every day, oh, meh, blowing kisses.

☆, the 120th day of admission