[Net King] Imai Hospital 300 days

270th day of admission

The Kanto Contest is becoming more and more popular. Needless to say, Lihai is advancing all the way singing like a king.However, Bingdi and Qingxue were not to be outdone, they fought hard to catch up, passed the test, and reached the semi-finals. This game will determine who can have a real contest with the king Li Haida on the stage of the finals.

Such a game is bound to be exciting.

Yukimura was in the hospital, but he wanted to watch the battle more than anyone else.For nothing else, there is a good reason for just one Atobe.

But he can't.

At around ten o'clock in the morning, the game is about to start.

Although Yukimura was not there, Yanagi and Sanada, who were watching the battle, sent him a text message.

Looking back at the quiet ward, Yukimura was tidying up a few books on the table, but his eyes could not help staying on the mobile phone on the bed.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

Yukimura was a little surprised. He thought that there should be no one visiting today, but he didn't expect...

"Tetsuya?" Yukimura blinked, a little surprised.

"Jingshi." The boy with indifferent eyes rarely brought a vanilla milkshake, "Can I go in?"

A few minutes later, Yukimura and Kuroko sat down face to face. Yukimura boiled a pot of hot water and made a cup of milk tea (of course, this was not prepared by Atobe) and handed it to Heizi who was opposite.

The sun outside the window looks very bright, the weather is sunny and even a bit hot, but Heizi looks as cold as his hair color, he can't wait to put the milk tea in his hand, the warm milk tea is warmed through the thin porcelain cup out of his palm.

Yukimura didn't say anything, just sat face to face with Kuroko, speechless.

This is his thoughtfulness.

He was waiting, waiting for Heizi to speak first and tell him what happened.

After a long time, the boy with ice-blue eyes raised his head, the hot air in front of him had dissipated, and there was no sadness or joy in his eyes.

"I lost, Shirorin lost."

Everything he had been trying to prove seemed to be easily shattered by that person.

Even at night, when he tossed and turned, he seemed to be able to feel the contemptuous and indifferent eyes of that person.

Just like then, he easily shook off, that hand.

Yukimura was startled.

For a moment, he couldn't think of any words to comfort him.

Because he's always the one to win.

In front of the loser, any consolation is like a mockery.

"Our summer has just begun, and it's coming to an end. I'm not reconciled, I'm not reconciled at all!"

Only at this time, Yukimura can see through Kuroko's turbulent heart through his unbreakable illusion of calm.

That young man with a always calm expression had a flame burning in his heart that was stronger than anyone else.

It's just that the flame is white.

Yukimura actually couldn't fully understand the kind of bond that Kuroko mentioned, about his bond with the Generation of Miracles.

Not to mention that tennis is a small ball game, basketball is completely different in form, but basketball is a team sport, and players are far more closely connected than tennis players on the court.

But in any case, the feeling of the collapse of belief in the heart must be uncomfortable.

"The three words of unwillingness are written for the weak."

Yukimura looked at Heizi seriously: "Li Haida's purpose has always been to respect the strong. It may not be completely correct, but it is very convincing."

"If you only see Aomine's self in your eyes, your world is too small.

Tetsuya, my junior Akiya Kirihara has challenged the Big Three since the first grade, but he has never succeeded once, but he can always surprise us because he shortens the distance between us time and time again. "

"You can do it too."

Kuroko stared blankly at Yukimura.

His gaze slowly turned from confusion to firmness.

"I don't like Li Haida's tennis very much, to be honest." The emotional changes on Heizi's paralyzed face were very faint, "It always reminds me of tennis in the Age of Miracles. As long as you win, no matter what method you use, even It’s okay to throw away teamwork, or in other words, it’s easier to go it alone.”

"But maybe I'm wrong."

"You guys love tennis." The corners of Heizi's mouth twitched high.

"I can see the light in your eyes."

——Jingshi, I am so envious that you have never been lost.

The sun is setting, but the match between Bingdi and Qingxue has not yet come to an end.

Yukimura gripped the phone tightly.

He looked at the text message Atobe had sent him before the game.

——I will come back with victory and meet Li Hai in the final.

The tug of war in the seventh game was so long.

Atobe wiped the sweat from his forehead, and looked at Tezuka who was even more embarrassed.

He had some doubts in his heart, wondering whether it would be meaningful to defeat such a Tezuka.Maybe he fulfilled the opponent's name as a hero, but what about himself?

...But no matter what, as long as the Ice Empress can win.

Seichi, you will see it.

The opposite side of the arena was full of jubilation, but in contrast, the other side was gloomy.

Atobe covered his face with a white towel.

The finger stopped on the dial key and could not be pressed for a long time.

——"Jingichi, I won...but Ice Emperor, I lost."

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☆, the 270th day of admission