[Net King] Imai Hospital 300 days

Admission No.20 five days

The mighty 200-person men's tennis club of the Ice Emperor is not only famous in Tokyo, but also a well-known and dominant figure in the whole of Japan.Of course, their reputation is matched by their jaw-dropping training volume.

The wonderful scene after training every day is also a fan benefit, which is to watch the beautiful boys, the rich and the nobles collapse on the ground weakly one by one.

Of course, one person must be excluded here—Kego Atobe.

The proud Ice Emperor will always leave the field gracefully, leaving only the members behind to look up at his gorgeous back as a souvenir.

"Huhu...huu..." Xiang Ri stroked his sweat-soaked red hair, panting and complaining to his partner who was also exhausted beside him, "Did Atobe have an affair recently?"

Ninzu, who was drinking water, spit out gracefully, then wiped his glasses with the silk scarf in his pocket reservedly: "...Yue Ren, I didn't bring any medicine with me today."

Staring at Shinobu to the sun, Shinobu cleverly responded with closed mind.

"Okay." Xiang Ri sat up, "Isn't Atobe's lover tennis, but recently after training every day, I saw him holding his mobile phone and smiling happily like you, which is obviously the rhythm of having an affair. "

"Hmm~" Renzu looked at Xiang Rixiang meaningfully, "Winter has arrived, can spring be far behind?"

Ah, their minister has finally reached the age of teenage troubles too.

Today is actually not the weekend, but Atobe is determined to leave his heavy paperwork behind and visit Yukimura.

He is already familiar with Yukimura's ward, the first room on the left on the third floor of Imai Hospital, Room [-].

Before knocking on the door, I heard the laughter of cheerful children coming from inside.

"Brother Jingshi, see you tomorrow!" Then the door was opened.

After getting to know the big brother Atobe, who is cold in appearance and soft in heart, all the children shouted fearlessly: "Brother Atobe is good."

Atobe showed a much gentler smile than usual, touched their heads one by one, and got a happy smile from the children.

Yukimura is sorting out the pictures drawn by the children today in his room.On days when he can't play ball, teaching the children living in the hospital to draw is Yukimura's greatest joy.

Of course, he was not surprised when he saw Atobe leaning against the door and looking at him with a smile.

"Jingwu?"

Atobe never knew what "reservedness" was in the dictionary, so even though he didn't tell himself that he came here without permission, he still sat by Yukimura's bed naturally.

Yukimura couldn't help laughing: "It looks like a lovelorn young man who doesn't come back late at night to complain to his friends."

"Hmph, doesn't this uncle look like such a gorgeous person?" Atobe raised his head high.

"It's not like." Yukimura looked at him carefully and replied seriously.

It was already evening, but the flow of people in the hospital became more because of this. White-collar workers who had just got off work and children who came to see a doctor after school became the main theme of the crowd.

Yukimura and Atobe sat watching TV together.

In fact, such activities as TV shows have withdrawn from Atobe’s life very early, especially since he is a precocious child. When watching TV became a hobby of many children, he has already begun to learn advanced economic management. When he grows up, There is no time to waste on such useless things.

But it's actually quite fun to watch TV once in a while.The young master thought to himself.

Yukimura was holding a cup of green tea, observing Atobe's expression from time to time, until he seemed to be really fascinated before turning his gaze away.

"The Japanese people are always making some weird votes." Atobe said earnestly while stroking his lips lightly with his hand, "Isn't it more interesting to promote tennis than voting for beautiful national girls?"

Yukimura blinked, "Huh?"

"how?"

"Keigou, it's interesting when you discuss the national entertainment life in a serious way." Yukimura smiled, "But isn't it because the beautiful national girls don't fit your gorgeous aesthetics, so you don't like it?"

"Hmph." Atobe's response was crisp.

"Speaking of which, it would be nice if there was an election for the national beauties." Yukimura touched his chin with his left hand, nodding his head and said, "If the election was held a year earlier, I would definitely recommend Renji."

"Liu?" Atobe recalled the Lihai Grandmaster who always closed his eyes but miraculously avoided obstacles in his memory.

"Did Renji look like a girl before? It's somewhat similar to Ice Emperor's Xianghi, Qi Liuhai is very cute." Yukimura showed a meaningful smile, "It's a pity that the hair is long and messy, and there are also bruises on the face. Angular."

Atobe, who didn't feel sorry at all, raised his eyebrows: "Compared to Liu, isn't it Yukimura who is more aesthetically pleasing?"

Yukimura shook his head nonchalantly: "The 1.7-meter-five beautiful boy looks too mature." Although in everyone's impression, Yukimura seems to be very taboo to mention the topic of appearance, but in fact, he is not about it. I really mind, hehe, if he is as mature as his childhood friend Sanada-kun, he will be more sad, just kidding.

Dinner time is very delicious seafood porridge.

"Although it is very simple, it feels really great to eat hot seafood porridge in this weather." Yukimura smiled and narrowed his eyes.

"Hmm." Atobe didn't say much, but concentrated on savoring his share, and his movements were pleasing to the eye just by watching them quietly.

Yukimura looked at his side face, the sweetness of seafood that filled his taste buds seemed to fade away.

"I always feel that your bowl is more delicious." After Yukimura finished speaking, he turned his face and continued to taste.

Atobe stopped and glanced at Yukimura: "Do you want to exchange?"

Yukimura shook his head with a smile, then looked down at his porridge: "Next time you can put more scallops, the taste will be even better."

"Remember." Atobe nodded.

It was already pitch black outside the window, the wind was blowing a bit violently tonight, and the cold temperature made the pedestrians on the road disappear without a trace.

However, the house is still warm, and the bright yellow lights are slightly orange.

The childish children's paintings on the desk are neatly arranged, and those messy brushstrokes have become cute.

When Atobe got into the private car, he couldn't help but roll down the window and look at the lights upstairs.

A certain ward on the third floor opened the curtains and opened the windows.

Atobe worked hard, but was disappointed to find that it was a middle-aged man talking on the phone.

"Let's drive."

As soon as Atobe finished speaking, he saw a familiar face appearing at a certain window upstairs. He waved his hand, the beautiful face was blurred in the dark night, and the vague lips seemed to be saying goodbye.

Atobe smiled, the car started, and he edited a text message - good night.

The author has something to say: I originally planned to write it longer, but later found that it seemed that the sentence of good night was the most satisfactory ending, very warm.

Recently, I seem to have found a little feeling of writing emotional dramas, and I hope that the more I write, the better.

Readers below, don't dive anymore, even if you score zero and chat every day, you will be very happy every day.

Feeling dull without comments.

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