I want to stay with you till the end

The boy gently opened the curtains, and outside was the bewitching sunset.

"Ninzu-kun, I'm sorry." The girl on the hospital bed lowered her head, her long hair was hanging on her chest, her delicate skin was like snow, and it was a little transparent under the sunlight.

delicate and charming.

But the young man only smiled faintly, gentle and elegant. He looked at the scenery outside the window with a smile on his lips.

"You don't have to say sorry to me, your body is not good, isn't it?"

"You really can't forgive me." The girl's hand grabbed the bed sheet, and the slender joints made people feel pity.

"I don't blame you, Qingxi." Ninzu Yushi still didn't look back, his charming and gentle eyes looked out of the window lightly, and the smile on the corner of his lips was elegant and charming.

The girl raised her head abruptly, with helplessness shining in her eyes, "If Ninzu-kun forgives me, he won't say such things to me at all. I lied to you, it's just hypoglycemia, even if you run 800 meters, you will faint You won't be unconscious if you fall down, you clearly know that I'm faking it, you clearly know it, but you said, don't say sorry..."

"Even if you're pretending to be unconscious, isn't it true that you fainted? It's my fault that I didn't take good care of you." Yushi Ninzu looked out the window lightly, even though he knew that the eyes of the girl on the hospital bed behind him flickered helplessly. help.

"It's my fault……"

"I was wrong...I shouldn't have lied to you like this...You must be very angry with me for delaying your affairs, but Yushi, why, refused to look back at me..."

Shinobi Yushi lowered his head slightly, his long soft hair drooped down to cover his eyes, he couldn't see his emotions, only his voice was a little condensed, "Didn't you say that, you can't call my name like that."

×××

Takeuchi Seiyu, you can't call me by my name, just call me Ninzu-kun.

×××

Takeuchi Kiyoshi came down from the hospital bed, stood behind Yushi Ninzu, and stretched out her arms to wrap around the boy's waist. She pressed her face tightly against his back, as if he would slip away if he was not careful. .

"Why can't you just look at me, Ninzu-kun, don't you know my heart?"

"Qingxi, let go." Shinobu Yushi stood there calmly, without any emotion.

Takeuchi Kiyoyu hugged him even tighter.

"obedient."

Shinobu Yushi lowered his head and glanced at the hand in front of his waist, it was slender, soft, white and pure, such hand should be the softness that a girl should have.

The face of the red-haired girl flashed in my mind, and that person always looked full of vitality, with a hot and bright smile, she didn't talk about pain, and she hid sadness, she was strong, she was indifferent, she was proud and she was willful, She has calloused hands, and her life is tennis.

I really don't know how to cherish myself at all... Yushi Ninzu couldn't help but curled up the corners of his lips, with pampering and tenderness.

Ninja Yuuji stretched out his hand, pulled away the fingers that were holding him one by one, then turned around, facing Takeuchi Kiyoshi.

"Since your body is fine, let's go home, Uncle Takeuchi must be very anxious."

Takeuchi Kiyoshi looked sadly at the young man's elegant and charming face, "Why can't you see my existence, why can't you accept it?"

"You can let any pretty girl stand by your side, but why, I can't alone."

"From Kansai to here, I have been by your side all the time, why, but you never want to look at me..."

Can anyone hear her sorrow, can anyone hear her humble love?

She knows how good the boy she likes is, she knows that there are many girls who like Yushi Ninzu, and whenever she sees another beautiful girl next to him, she tells herself desperately that she can't be heartbroken capricious.

Ninja Yuuji...he doesn't like wayward little girls.

She endured the pain desperately, and calmly faced those charming smiles that appeared beside Ninzu-kun, she told herself over and over again that they were just passing by, and one day, she was the only one who would marry Ninzu-kun.

but.

"Is it because of that girl named Xiang Ri Dong Jin?"

Shinobu Yushi paused, then smiled and said softly, "Don't think too much, Qingxi."

"Although Ninzu-kun is very good to every girl, such gentlemen are only out of politeness. Even the girls who become Ninzu-kun's girlfriend don't get real concern from Ninzu-kun. ,no the same."

Although he has the same tenderness and concern for every girl, he is equally alienated from everyone.

Ninzu-kun, don't you know that that red-haired girl with a burning smile on her face is the first person you really care about.

Is it because the other party is the older sister of the best friend?

"I care about you too."

Takeuchi Qingxi shook her head desperately, "But that's different. You treat me well only because of my father's entrustment. In fact, Ninzu-kun...doesn't want to be nice to me, nor does he want to take care of me."

I am your burden.

My health is not good. In order to be able to see my safety at all times, you went to the Tracing Department and gave me the position of the manager of the Tennis Department.

I am your burden, in fact, you really want to get rid of me.

"It's time to go, the hospital will be closed in a while." Yushi Shinozu walked away from her to get the schoolbag on the table.

"Ninzu-kun..." Takeuchi Kiyoshi wanted to say something, and hurriedly grabbed Ninzu Yuuji's sleeve, but Ninzu Yuuji interrupted her words lightly.

"It's getting late," Yushi Ninzu glanced at the sky outside the window, with a charming smile on his lips, "Pick up your schoolbag, and I'll take you home."

Takeuchi Kiyoyu stared at the sleeve that had been taken away from his hand in a daze.

Ninzu-kun, as expected, you don't care about my liking at all.

Is it because you can't see it? You who are called a "genius" can't see it.

You just don't want it.

I like it, you don't need it at all.

×××

"Dongjin, Director Sakaki will come over today, will you be nervous?"

Xiang Ridong quietly shook his left hand and smiled, "Why should I be nervous?"

"But your right hand..." Xiang Riyue was careful not to touch the wound in her heart.

In the end, Xiang Ridongjin smiled indifferently, "It's okay."

Xiang Riyue looked suspiciously, but there was nothing false about that smile.

"Crack-"

The sound of the tennis court opening was soft and clear, and everyone's eyes on the court were focused on the people who came in.

A young man who is as noble as an emperor, beside him is a man in a straight suit. His hair is combed meticulously, and his face is condensed and serious. Although his face is expressionless, his aura is not inferior to the young man who is called an emperor beside him.

Xiang Riyue whispered to Dong Jin beside him, "It's Atobe and Director Sakaki who are here."

That's Director Sakaki.

Sure enough, the look Yushi said... very serious.

Xiang Ridong quietly looked at the mature and serious man. He was dressed in extraordinary clothes and had a noble temperament. He didn't look like a coach, but more like a nobleman of noble birth.

"Good morning Director Sakaki—"

"Good morning Minister—"

Director Sakaki just nodded slightly, then raised his footsteps and walked straight towards Xiang Ridongjin, the condensed noble aura made the Xiang Riyue people around her couldn't help but sweat.

But it's strange...why Dongjin isn't nervous at all.

The corners of the lips are smiling, scorching like peach blossoms, calm and relaxed.

Leisurely, it was as if her right hand had never been hurt.

"You are the new manager that Atobe said, go to Xiang Ri Dong Jin." The indifferent voice slowly rang above Xiang Ri Dong Jin's head.

Xiang Ridong nodded, "It's the first time we meet, please give me some advice."

"I appreciate your tennis, but I got a piece of news from the American West Coast Tennis Club where you are." Supervisor Sakaki's voice was indifferent and noble, piercing directly into the heart without any restraint, and everyone gasped. Cool air, because that is a taboo to the end of winter.

"Your right hand seems to be unable to touch tennis balls anymore, is that true?"

Indifference and alienation.

High above.

The hand was clenched into a fist, the nails pierced deeply into the palm, and the pain was sharp, but if it could be exchanged for the body not to tremble anymore...

"Supervisor Sakaki..." Yushi Ninzu who was standing by the side couldn't bear to see Xiang Ridong trying his best to endure.

However, just as he stepped forward to walk over, Director Sakaki said without raising his head, "I'm asking Xiang Ridongjin, and it has nothing to do with you."

Xiang Ridongjin raised his eyes, glanced at Yushi Ninzu who hesitated to speak, and shook his head to signal him not to worry.She knew that at this time, no one could help her, and she had to face her wounds by herself.

She slightly raised her head to look directly at the supervisor, and took a slight breath...

He glanced at Atobe Keigo next to Director Sakaki out of the corner of his eye, and saw that he had a nonchalant expression on his face, as if he didn't care how she answered, such a noble and leisurely appearance, just like his profile in the last sunset when we first met. The face is leisurely and elegant.

Perhaps because he could feel her gaze, Keigo Atobe gave her a little gaze, and the deep blue eyes that he glanced over were full of profundity.

Such a deep condensed blue, full of sarcasm and disdain... But, can she understand that it is an encouragement to her?

×××

If you can't even look at your own pain.

This is more a fatal injury than a physical defect.

Towards the end of the day, if you can't be strong, if you can't completely get out of the haze of losing your right hand, then even if you have a left hand that is as intimidating as your right hand, you still can't stand confidently on the court.

No, it's not the stadium, it's the battlefield.

×××

Xiang Ridong was shocked, and then smiled, scorching like a peach blossom.

"That's right, right hand, can't play tennis anymore."

×××

The dark blue eyes are still indifferent and leisurely and elegant.

However, the boy seemed relieved.

What he can help her is to let her have the ability of her left hand and the ability to continue to step on the tennis court, but he can only let her face the shadow and wound in her heart.

Maybe she is really strong, she can really face those pains.

It takes time to just watch the erosion of my wound and slowly heal.

×××

"Ice Emperor's tennis department doesn't need a vice-minister or a manager. Do you know this?"

Supervisor Sakaki looked at him coldly, without any emotion in his eyes, even after seeing her struggle and strength just now.

"……I know."

There was a faint pain in my heart... Sure enough, there is no way not to care about what happened to Qingxi Takeuchi.

"Standing at the top of the Ice Emperor and holding the power of the emperor, only one person is enough."

"I can understand."

"Since it is Atobe's request, then I will not interfere too much, but you need to prove to me whether you have this strength."

prove.

That's why Atobe wanted to train her left hand.

It's not that she can become a real manager with Atobe's consent, Atobe just gave her a chance, and whether she can get this position depends on her own strength.

"Supervisor Sakaki, you clearly know that Dong Jin's right hand can no longer touch tennis balls!" Xiang Riyue couldn't help but explode.

Yushi Ninzu, as well as Hochotaro and Hikichiruo who were standing beside him, all embraced him one after another.

Shinobu Yushi frowned slightly, "Director Sakaki, this is really inappropriate."

Director Sakaki just looked at Xiang Ridongjin with indifferent and arrogant eyes, "Do you have the ability to prove it to me? As long as you say no, I will not force others, but this matter is over."

The red-haired girl smiled, warm and scorching, as bright as a peach blossom.

"You are always welcome."

That smile is more intimidating than the sun.

Everyone was startled.

Anytime... welcome.

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