Marry Yukimura's 100 Careful Tricks

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In the tennis court near Jinjing General Hospital, several Lihai Tennis Club players who completed today's training tasks held rackets and played tennis in random teams of two or two.

For them, the meaning of tennis is extraordinary and they seldom entertain in a casual way, but today is different, they swung their rackets back with a deadpan face, occasionally they crossed their eyes and could only read the worry in each other's eyes .

——Yukimura's illness is much more serious than they imagined.

"Kirhara." Nioh Masaharu, who easily hit back the opponent's normal serve, looked at Kirihara Akaya on the opposite court. Half of his face was hidden in the shadow of the branches, and he looked at the other dignified candidates from the corner of his eye.

"Have you finished the homework assigned by Yukimura?"

Kirihara Akaya: ...

"not yet."

The tennis ball that touched the racket string made a buzzing sound, and Kirihara Aka did not hit the ball back, but instead held the bright yellow ball in his palm with strength, staring at the friction marks on it without saying a word.

The minister is hospitalized, and he still...

"Senior Nioh." Akira Kirihara scratched his hair vigorously, lowered his eyes: "I'm going to recite the vocabulary, I can't play with you anymore."

Nioh Masaharu nodded without saying a word to show that he knew. He carried the racket and sat down beside Liu Renji, "Renji, how much do you know about Yukimura's physical condition?"

Liu Lian'er's hand for modifying the data paused for a while, and a gap was opened in his tightly closed eyes. He carefully looked at the black writing on the notebook, and turned to the blank page without any trace, "I don't know."

Yukimura is an extremely assertive person. He has already considered the general process and expected results before starting to do many things. I am afraid that as early as the first time he met Dr. Morita, he had a faint feeling about the recent results.

Birth, old age, sickness and death are not unreasonable, and no one will give himself an ultimatum until the last moment.

The two looked at the direction of the hospital outside the stadium in silence. Not far away were vehicles passing by and pedestrians in a hurry, and the sound of playing with ordinary strength was next to their ears.

——This winter, it’s very cold.

click-

The door at the entrance and exit of the fence net was pushed open by Genichiro Sanada. He habitually pressed down on the brim of his hat, looked at the few players who were playing softly and wanted to say: They are too slack!

There is no way to say it, so I can only press the brim of the hat again and close the stadium gate made of the same material as the fence net with a "click".

"Sanada!"

"Vice-minister Sanada!"

……

A few people surrounded Genichiro Sanada, hesitating to speak in the midst of their concerns. For some reason, they kept secret about Seiichi Yukimura's condition, and none of them dared to take the lead in asking: How is Yukimura's condition?

They just looked up, the pupils of variable color showed different brilliance in the chaos of light and dark.

Akaya Kirihara: "Deputy Minister Sanada, Minister Yukimura..."

Liu Lianer: "Does Yukimura have any arrangements?"

Nioh Masaharu: "Yukimura, how are you feeling?"

……

Genichiro Sanada listened carefully for a while, and after understanding the general intentions of the others, he cleared his throat and raised the brim of his hat: "Quiet."

"Xingmura currently needs conservative treatment. During his absence, I will temporarily take over some things in the tennis club. The relevant training plan, which Renji and I have customized, will be handed over to Yukimura for review."

"This semester is coming to an end, and the next year's competition is approaching. In the days when Yukimura is not around, we have to work harder."

"Please keep in mind the school's regulations on club activities. I hope everyone can use better scores in the final exam to prove to Yukimura that we have never slacked off without him!"

……

He named and arranged the countermeasures discussed during the conversation with Yukimura Seiichi one by one. The wind at the end of November was so strong that several people's hair was flying and the hem of their clothes was heaving.

"Lihai's third consecutive dominance has no dead ends!"

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

……

In response to the shocking sound, the eyes of the teenagers in the Lihai University Tennis Club were moistened. They understood the burden and pressure on Seiichi Yukimura's shoulders better than anyone else in the school, and they also knew that Seiichi Yukimura's journey along the way was not easy. .

Yukimura's burden, Yukimura's pressure, his own pride...

Everything turned into the appearance he once looked at the court in high spirits - "Son of God" Yukimura Seiichi.

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The sunshine in December was much cooler than last January. Seiichi Yukimura was wearing a dark green coat, sitting on the roof of the hospital overlooking the azure sky and sea.

In his hand was the mystery novel that Asakawa Natsu bought. It was not a criminal investigation story that ordinary mystery novels used to describe to solve murder cases, but a simple, warm story that was deduced from various puzzles in life.

"There is no absolute perfection in the world, everyone's measurement standards and aesthetic differences cannot create 100% magnificence.

I once heard people sigh: "Perfection does not exist, so why pursue perfection? Isn't it okay to give up and accept life and death without getting rid of flaws?"

To be honest, I have never had a similar idea, and I always think about it every time I can't sleep in the middle of the night.

[Q] Why pursue the perfection that does not exist?

[Answer] Pursue beauty. "

The last part of the confession silently touched a certain place in my heart. Seiichi Yukimura recalled the words and sentences in Natsuki Asakawa’s handwriting in the blank space of the book, and said softly: "There is no perfect creation in the world, and those who pursue perfection will always shine."

The syllables of "Natsu Asakawa" rubbed between his lips and teeth, and when Seiichi Yukimura folded his clothes and was about to read it again, there was a warm plaid scarf with the smell of moisturizing cream around his neck.

This is……

The purple-blue pupils tightened slightly, Yukimura Seiichi turned his head to look.

Asakawa Natsuki, who was wearing Lihai University’s winter uniform, was holding the bookstore’s unique kraft paper bag in her right hand. The corners of her mouth were deeply curved, and her round almond eyes were full of eagerness to be praised: “Student Yukimura, I heard from Sanada-senpai that you are interested in poetry collections and essays. Very interesting, Dangdang—"

"Selected French Poems", "Feeling Renoir", "Complete Works of Rimbaud's Prose Poems"...

Asakawa Natsuhan squatted next to Yukimura Seiichi, smiling and showing the boy in front of her her newly bought books.

She didn't say, "I'm afraid you will be bored in the hospital by yourself, so I bought it specially to relieve your boredom." Instead, she blinked her eyes and said shamelessly: "Sister Yukimura, my efficiency in reading literature books is very low, but my mother arranges a lot of them." Reading tasks, help me see which ones are easiest to memorize, I want to be lazy."

"Xiao Xia."

Yukimura Seichi noticed that the girl's slender, white and tender neck was bruised by the cold wind from the roof. He sighed lightly and knew that if he returned the scarf to his girlfriend, she would angrily emphasize: "As a patient, the cold winter Why do you still come to the roof to blow the cold wind in the twelfth lunar month, and what should you do if you catch a cold if you don’t wear your coat well?"

Since he fell ill, his girlfriend has been extremely sensitive to the word "cold". Even if she can't come to the hospital to accompany her because of school, she will confirm it several times through text messages.

Xiaoxia: Mr. Yukimura, the temperature is cooling down today, remember to add clothes.

Xiao Xia: Yukimura-san, please wear your coat properly.

……

"Yukimura-san, what's wrong?" Asakawa Natsu was a little worried, why did she look at me like this...

Could it be that Yukimura, who is hospitalized, still pays attention to what day it is today?

Was I caught skipping class?That's not right, I just finished the test papers for the afternoon exam and came to the hospital to visit with a note issued by the teacher in charge.

Nishimura-sensei has no reason to sue Yukimura-san.

Asakawa Natsu, who was thinking wildly in her mind, also had a wonderful expression on her face. She sat down next to Yukimura Seichi with a book in her arms, and within 2 minutes, the curvature of the corner of her mouth changed at least five times.

——After falling in love, Yukimura-san's mind is even more difficult to guess.

"Skipping class?" he asked.

The boy's fingers that had just finished his IV drip still felt cold and dull, and his movements were sluggish and sluggish, grabbing the fabric of the scarf to cover Asakawa Xia from the cold wind that poured into the skirt of his clothes.

"No." Asakawa Xia shook his head slightly in denial.

The scarf was very long, and it didn't look cramped or tense when the two of them wore it together. Asakawa Natsu buried half of her face in the plaid fabric, and conveniently stuffed Yukimura Seichi with a collection of essays describing fireworks in the world.

"When my mother asked me to buy a book two days ago, I saw someone recommending Mr. Wang Zengqi's essays in the forum." Asakawa Xia idled his left hand across the cold, rough marble tile surface, carefully avoiding the indwelling needle on the back of Seiichi Yukimura's hand, Use your warmest palm to slowly warm up the young man's fingertips.

"Have you read Yukimura-san? It's a Chinese writer." Asakawa Xia sighed: "It's a pity that the bookstore is sold out of his books, and you can only buy them after replenishment."

"I don't know much about Chinese writers. I have heard of this gentleman but have never read it." Yukimura Seichi replied.

The works of neighboring countries are somewhat obscure to non-citizens of their own countries. Even if they can understand simple Chinese characters, they cannot appreciate the charm contained in the characters themselves.

For example, the girl in front of me joked to Kiyomizu Amanoji a few months ago: Hibiscus comes out of the clear water, and it is natural to carve.Aside from her unscrupulous teasing, the emotion of that ancient poem itself is difficult to understand, let alone the deep artistic conception and meaning.

"If you can buy it on the weekend, let's watch it together?" Asakawa Xia enthusiastically proposed, the joy lasted less than 3 minutes, and the smile on his face burst into a wrinkled balloon with holes.

I almost forgot the price I paid for taking a leave of absence to visit Yukimura-san.

"That..." Asakawa Natsu stroked the thin calluses on Yukimura Seiichi's fingertips, "Xukimura-san, can I come to the hospital to do my homework on weekends? The chemistry homework assigned by Teacher Nishimura is very difficult, and I may not be able to complete it independently."

Actually it is possible.

After getting all the weekend homework, Asakawa Xia sorted out all the textbooks and materials needed for the homework. She has ideas for most of the homework, even if it is very bad at chemistry, she more or less knows the difficulty of the questions: it belongs to very Difficult but doable.

but……

She didn't want to let Yukimura Seiichi spend the holiday alone.

When he returned to the ward after filling the boiling water that day, the young man in front of him was picking up scattered lily leaves. His eyes were not in focus. The sunlight falling from the window clearly revealed the loneliness on his face, as if the wind was blowing it. Hair and leaves are the hope of the drowning man.

"I have nothing but tennis. Tennis is all I have."

Just like the words he once said, the son of God who lost his tennis ball was as lonely as the fine snow on the branches of a cypress tree, which could barely maintain a short-term stability.

"Xiao Xia." Yukimura Seiichi reached out and brushed back Asakawa Natsu's fluttering hair. He moved gently and even deliberately touched the girl's pink earlobe: "Let me hug you, okay?"

"Okay."

The girl's fiery and hot affection was carefully exposed, he retracted his fingers that were soaked in Asakawa Natsu's body temperature, rubbed the rough fingertips lightly, Yukimura Seiichi closed his eyes.

"My endless summer not only warms the summer, but also drives away the haze like the sun in the years to come."

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I have nothing but tennis, tennis is all I have

from the prince of tennis

I found that I repeated a sentence, I forgot to delete it when I wrote it, and now I have changed it

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