[Net King] Imai Hospital 300 days

230th day of admission

The raindrops outside the window were tightly wrapped around the glass, and a string of beaded curtains was pulled out by the lotus roots.

Yukimura leaned on the pillow, plugged in the earphones, and tapped the "play" button.

In the quiet ward, only the sound of dripping rain outside the window could be heard.

Elegant music flows through the earphones.

The low-pitched cello is paired with the melodious flute, and the sound of the piano is like the sound of nature, beating Yukimura's heart little by little.

TOUCH's exclusive customized playlist is still circulating.

Yukimura's fingers rubbed against a row of music on the screen, and his smile sank when he remembered the recording of the beginning of the playback.

"May the fireflies in summer nights and the frost and snow in winter be with you always."

Yukimura leaned on the pillow, feeling drowsy. The inexplicable stability was like a rope around the heart, not a bondage, but a firm bond.

When Atobe walked into the ward, he saw Yukimura's peaceful sleeping face.

He picked up the thin blanket on the bed, carefully covered Yukimura, then took off the earphones from Yukimura's head, hugged him and the blanket, and gently placed him on the bed.

Yukimura's gentle breathing could be clearly heard in the quiet ward.

A mischievous strand of hair slipped down his face, covering half of his cheek.

Atobe only looked at Yukimura's sleeping face quietly, stroking Yukimura's cheek with his slender fingers.

His eyes lingered between Yukimura's eyebrows, eyes, bridge of nose, and lips, then swept over his delicate neck, thin arms, and finally his wrists exposed outside the blanket.

Yukimura's wrist is very slender. He has always been a technical player, which is not unrelated to his innate physical weakness.

It's hard to imagine that such a pair of beautiful hands can create so many talented moves on the court, which often make opponents fall into despair.

Although these hands have been away from his racket for a long time, Atobe still can't help but look at the white and almost pale skin inch by inch, the complicated lines on the palms, and the shocking pinholes on the wrists.

Atobe held up the slender wrist, kissed it preciously, then interlocked his fingers, and put Yukimura's hand back into the blanket.

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The disturbing rain outside the window could not stop for a moment.

Yukimura frowned, slowly waking up from the dream.

At first glance, I vaguely saw sitting on the sofa next to the bed and flipping through the pages of a financial magazine on the 230th day of admission.

Yukimura didn't make a sound, and quietly looked at Atobe's side face, the corners of his mouth could not help but curl up.

Atobe has a tall and straight posture, even when he is reading magazines in his spare time, he never relaxes, his back is straight all the time, perfect without a trace of aristocratic style.His gaze stayed on the magazine, and he was so focused that he seemed to isolate everything outside, and even the noisy sound of rain slowly disappeared in his world.

"Xiao Jing." Yukimura's voice was a little hoarse after taking a nap.

Atobe raised the corner of his mouth, stood up quickly and handed Yukimura a cup of warm water.

The temperature is moderate, and the smooth and delicate texture of the ceramic cup held in his hand makes Yukimura nostalgic.He drank a few sips of water, then looked at Atobe with bright eyes: "Hey, Xiao Jing, what were you looking at just now?"

Atobe shrugged, and casually sat next to Yukimura: "It's just to pass the time, nothing interesting."

Yukimura smiled, not taking it seriously.

He rubbed his eyes, obviously just woke up from a nap, but he still felt a little sleepy.

Atobe patted the pillow: "Sleep for a while, I'll be right here for you."

Yukimura was not reluctant, and lay down obediently: "Yes." Then he closed his eyes and fell asleep again after a while.

Atobe looked at Yukimura's sleeping face, and was fascinated by the upcoming Kanto Tournament.

There's still a week left.

It's coming soon, the Kanto Competition.

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☆, the 250th day of admission