[Net King] Imai Hospital 300 days

180th day of admission

In the morning, the rose petals in the garden still had last night's dew.

It was chilly spring outside the window, and in the kitchen, the steaming hot air that got up early dyed the window with a thin layer of damp mist.

Atobe stood beside the boiling clay pot, her delicate fingers tapped her thin lips, her eyes were focused as if an important work meeting was in front of her.

The fresh fragrance is overflowing from the rough earthenware pot.

"The heat is almost ready, do you want to taste it?" The chef stood aside cautiously, and handed Atobe a tray. On it was a small porcelain bowl, which contained a little soup, golden in color and rich in aroma.

Atobe picked up the spoon, took a sip seriously, and waited for the aftertaste of fresh soup between his teeth and cheeks before slowly opening his mouth: "It tastes good, let's prepare this today."

The butler helped the eyes whose words fell to the tip of his nose, and responded with a kind smile: "Okay, young master."

Walking to the door, the maid next to him handed over a thick gray woolen trench coat. After putting it on, Atobu walked out the door with a slightly serious expression.

The housekeeper hurriedly followed him: "Master..."

Atobe turned around and gave him a comforting smile: "Don't worry. Go back, I can handle it alone. I probably won't go to Jingshi today, please tell him for me. The last time I sent someone to find the painting collection It has been sent to the study, take it with you."

The housekeeper stopped in his tracks, nodded, and watched Atobe's figure drift away, with a trace of sadness and haze quietly appearing on his face.

The cherry blossoms on the side of the road are everywhere, and the pale snow color has long since faded, leaving pink or yellow falling flowers.

The fragrance of flowers is everywhere.

Yukimura propped his chin up, looking at the flower scene outside the window, with a cup of tea in his hand, and the smiles of the nine teenagers on the table were so bright.

The beginning of April is the beginning of the new school year.

Students put on school uniforms and returned to school.The academy that had been silent for a whole winter was once again full of laughter.

In the new semester, another group of immature and energetic teenagers entered the new school.At this time, it is the most lively time for various clubs.

The most prestigious club in Lihai University and the well-deserved army of kings is the Tennis Club.

The minister on the altar temporarily retired, but this did not affect the reputation of the tennis club in the slightest.Genichiro Sanada and Liu Lian, the second of the Big Three, are both high mountains that everyone yearns for.

Two consecutive championships in the national competition and fifteen consecutive championships in the Kanto competition. Such legends have attracted batch after batch of young people to this holy place. Of course, only a few of them have the opportunity to stay.

Although the tennis club after a thorough cleaning is now less than half of what it was at its peak, the top nine seats are still a mountain that many people cannot climb.

Qieyuan lay on the railing, lazily looking at the sea of ​​people at the registration desk.

"This year more people signed up"

Marui sat on the railing and yawned boredly: "Last year's record was really brilliant."

"To be precise, the number of people signing up this year has increased by 70.00% compared to the same period last year. [-]." Marui jumped off the railing in fright from Willow, who was elusive.

"Don't be scary all the time!" Marui complained.

"But this year's new recruits should only be one-third of last year's." Yagyu with his hands in his pockets walked over with Nioh who was hunched over lazily.

Kuwahara couldn't help sighing as he watched Sanada whose black face index rose rapidly amidst a bunch of noisy freshmen.

"What's the matter, partner?" Marui looked at Kuwahara with big cat eyes.

Kuwahara shook his head.

Liu smiled lightly: "Don't worry about Yukimura."

"Why?" Kuwahara's eyes showed worry and confusion.

"Too slack! Everyone ran [-] laps around the playground!"

Amidst Sanada's roar, Kuwahara vaguely heard Liu's almost whispered answer: "Because that guy won't abandon his companion."

Yukimura's ward has been quiet lately.The vigorous energy of the little monsters has been exhausted in winter, and the arrival of spring seems to be the time for them to catch up on sleep.

Buer gnawed on the bright red apple with a smile, and his demeanor was a bit like the vicious queen in a fairy tale.

"Is it sweet?" Seeing that he was eating happily, Yukimura couldn't help but also picked up an apple.

He has never had a lot of fruit here, but apples are not his favorite, and they always accumulate in a pile, which ends up being cheap for those young nurses.There are beauties to look at and apples to eat.Yukimura's popularity in the hospital is still very good.

"It's not sweet at all." Buer opened his eyes, and some inexplicable emotion flashed in his icy blue eyes, which was too fast for people to see clearly. "No taste."

"But you like it." Yukimura said with a smile.

Noncommittal.

"School has started." Looking at the cherry blossom petals falling outside the window, Yukimura spit out a sentence that was irrelevant.

"Speaking of the start of school, Qingxue has a great newcomer this year." Buer became excited again.

"Oh?" Yukimura became a little interested.

"He can defeat the little boy in Taocheng with his bad right hand." Fu Er propped his chin, his eyebrows and eyes curved.

"I said." Yukimura stretched out his hand and tapped his lips lightly, "Zhou Zhu, your interest in him must be due to his exquisite height, right?"

Buer smiled without saying a word.

"It's rare." Yukimura smiled, stood up, and looked down at Fuji who was sitting on the hospital bed and eating an apple. The condescending long-legged gentleman brought the world's malice. "But by the way, how tall is he?"

Bu Er smiled mysteriously, the corners of his lips slightly raised.

"1~5~1."

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☆, the 190th day of admission