[Net King] Imai Hospital 300 days

270th day of admission

On the empty tennis court, the sound of tennis balls hitting the ground can still be vaguely heard.

Tezuka stopped by the door of the tennis court, watching Fuji in the court practice hitting the ball as if venting. The tennis balls on the tennis court were scattered all over the ground, and he pursed his lips.

Not to be so serious.

It's the first time I've seen him.

"Fuji." When the words came to his lips, he returned to his old indifference. Tezuka's eyes were blocked by reflective glasses, making it difficult for people to see his true thoughts.

Bu Er smiled wryly twice, without even the slightest thought of resisting, he obediently walked over, but within a few steps, his legs became numb, and he fell to the ground with cramp in his calves.

There was the sound of hurried footsteps.

A pair of warm hands held his calf.

"How?" Tezuka's anxious voice betrayed him.

Buer raised the corners of his mouth involuntarily: "I'm fine, don't worry, it's you... your hand..." Having said that, Buer's voice became a little lower.

Tezuka spoke first, "I've decided to go, Zhou Zhu."

At this time, Tezuka called Fuji's name for the first time, but the heartache at that moment was like a strong wind and huge waves, which had drowned out that little joy.

"What did you say?"

"I have agreed to coach Ryuzaki's suggestion to go to Germany to recover."

"It may not be appropriate to bring it up when the Kanto competition is still a week away, but I am relieved that Aigaku has you all."

Buer opened his eyes wide, but didn't react.

He already knew that Tezuka was injured and could not participate in the finals, but he did not expect that he was more decisive than he imagined.

Bu Er only felt that the eye sockets were a bit astringent, probably because the sun was too strong.

Seeing the astonishment and helplessness in Fuji's eyes, Tezuka felt soft inside.

He couldn't help hugging Buer.

"I'll be back, wait for me, okay?"

The hug was too sudden, and Fuji slowly closed his eyes.

"Um."

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"You guy, what are you doing here during training?" Vulcan walked into a McDonald's full of customers, and for the first time saw Heizi hiding at the table by the window, sipping a milkshake.

"Eh?" Heizi was dragged out of the door by Vulcan before he could react.

"Listen to me. You were the one who let me conquer miracles with you. You were the one who took full advantage of it. Now that IH is over, but WinterCup is not, how long will you be decadent?"

Heizi stared blankly at Vulcan in front of him, and stopped slowly.

"Please allow me to explain solemnly, Fire God-kun, you have misunderstood."

Vulcan frowned and turned around in surprise: "What do you mean?"

"I didn't give up on the original goal. In fact, I was just thinking about whether I should find someone to teach me how to shoot?"

"Shooting? There is no need to teach that kind of thing." Vulcan curled his lips, "Speaking of which, isn't there an excellent candidate in front of you."

Heizi's eyes lit up, and he bowed politely.

"Please teach me how to shoot, Kagami-kun."

"Hmph, I'll do what I can." Then Vulcan continued to move forward with Heizi in his hands.

"Vulcan-kun, please let me down."

"Whispering!"

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"Ah, it looks like someone beat you to it, it's a headache." Kise walked out from the corner, while still rubbing his golden yellow hair, "Are you right, Xiaoluma."

Midorima adjusted his glasses with his bandaged right hand, turned and left without even giving Kise an eye.

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Atobe's wet silver hair was casually draped over his shoulders, and Yukimura sat behind him with a clean towel and wiped it gently.

Suddenly Atobe's body stiffened.

"What's the matter, Xiaojing?"

Atobe clenched his phone tightly, and most of the depression in the past few days seemed to have been swept away.

"Tezuka agreed to go to Germany to recover."

"It's a good thing." Yukimura smiled.

Then Atobe clicked on the next text message.

There was silence for a while.

"Jingshi, the organizing committee of the national competition notified the supervisor that Ice Emperor, as a strong school in Tokyo, has won a privileged finalist place for the national competition. The supervisor asked me to decide whether to agree or not."

"What do you think I should do?" Atobe's voice was a little low.

"You already have the answer in your heart, don't you?"

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