Marry Yukimura's 100 Careful Tricks

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"Like it?"

Yukimura Seichi didn't answer Asakawa Natsu, he drooped his eyes to hide the turbulent emotions inside, and restrainedly took away the petals mixed in Asakawa Natsu's hair.

The girl in front of me is wearing the school uniform of the second grade of Lihai University. She looks immature, with a pair of round and full almond eyes and a smile, which seems to be full of stars when she looks at it, which is very moving.

"Xiao Xia."

"I'm here, what's the matter?"

"Xiao Xia gave me a surprise, I like it very much."

"As long as you like it, as long as you like it." Asakawa Xiasong sighed and smiled contentedly.

When most people are uncomfortable or in an unhealthy state and stage, their emotions and mentality are like walking a tightrope, and they will fall to the bottom if they don't pay attention.

She was afraid that Yukimura Seiichi would feel sad because of her own reasons.

Several times in the afternoon, when she came to the hospital to look for Yukimura Seiichi on the rooftop, she saw the young man in front of her standing in front of the fence, looking gloomy in the direction of Lihai University campus.

Sometimes I would be distracted to look at the right hand that used to hold the racket. The nostalgia and nostalgia revealed by just looking sideways made Asakawa Xia feel blocked.

"Like a king loses his crown, a son of God without tennis balls loses his soul."

"Student Yukimura." Asakawa Natsu took the boy's right hand: "We haven't finished reading more than half of the prose collection we agreed to read together, can you finish reading it today?"

The heat of the girl's palm drove away the coldness of Yukimura Seiichi's fingertips, and he stretched out his left hand to rub Asakawa Natsu's hair: "Okay."

Like it?Yukimura Seichi thought.

How could you not like it.

In the brightly lit ward, Asakawa Natsu lazily leaned on Yukimura Seiki's shoulder, listening to her boyfriend's tone of reading slowly, a little drowsy.

The night before school started, she didn't sleep well, and she was in a chaotic state of half-dream and half-awake. She experienced panic from the dream for a while, and felt the pulse and heartbeat frequency for a while.

After tossing and turning, she was more tired than playing games all night when she opened her eyes.

"Yukimura...student." Asakawa Natsu muttered, rubbing Yukimura Seichi's shoulder: "Can I occupy your little bed for half an hour?"

She was so sleepy that she couldn't open her eyes, she was in a daze, and there were two tears dripping from the corners of her eyes.

"Well...the cabinet is also fine, can I sleep on my stomach for half an hour?"

"No need." Seiichi Yukimura closed the book, put it away and raised Asakawa Natsu's face: "Go to bed and sleep, I will watch over you."

"Half an hour, you must wake me up." Asakawa Xia emphasized.

"Okay, I'll call you in half an hour."

"Uh-huh."

Asakawa Natsu, who has a high degree of trust in Yukimura Seichi, never thought that someone didn't intend to wake her up at all, but let her sleep until she woke up naturally.

She took off her shoes, socks and coat with peace of mind, and fell into a deep sleep with the quilt full of Yukimura Seiki's atmosphere.

"Xiao Xia."

Something in Seiichi Yukimura's heart suddenly touched, his eyes were soft, he leaned over to tuck the quilt for Natsu Asakawa, and then dismissed the girl's messy hair.

It seems that you have experienced the married life with Xiaoxia in advance?

He picked up the collection of essays at hand and turned to the pages that he hadn't finished reading just now. He lightly stroked the black printed characters, and from time to time glanced at the girl's peaceful, defenseless sleeping face.

Really...

Yukimura Seiichi couldn't help sighing, he didn't have the slightest sense of defense.

But if you tell Xiao Xia directly, you will probably emphasize angrily: "It's not that I'm defenseless, because I have classmates from Xingcun by my side."

"I got a lot of satisfaction and security from Yukimura-san."

She will definitely hold her hand, and her round almond eyes are full of smiles: "Because you are here."

"Student Asakawa"

"Asakawa"

"Little Summer"

The emotions accumulated in his chest fluctuated and rippled. He looked at the bouquet of cherry blossoms placed on the counter by the window. If love is like a chess game, he and Xiao Xia are holding black and white pieces...

Will I lose to Xiaoxia?Yukimura Seichi asked himself.

Asking and asking, he couldn't help showing a smile, Yukimura Seiichi never thought that one day he would ask such a clumsy question.

Asakawa Natsu, when will you be able to put the trace of "Yukimura Seichi" in front of your surname.

This young man who has just entered the third year of junior high school is keenly aware of the feeling of wanton growth called "can't wait".

The sunlight falling through the window slanted to the west, and the light golden color infiltrated the warmth of the orange tone. Seiichi Yukimura read absent-mindedly for nearly two hours without turning the pages of the book.

In the past ten years of my life, it is the first time that my reading efficiency is so low and I get nothing for nearly two hours.

how to say?Very fresh feeling.

In the past, it was impossible for Yukimura Seiichi, and he would not waste time. He has many hobbies and countless goals that require unremitting efforts to achieve, and he has no time to waste.

But now, moments of peace and quiet, without distracting thoughts, are suddenly precious.

Xiaoxia, I will be fine, I promise.

After thinking about it, Seiichi Yukimura clicked on the address book and sent a text message to Genichiro Sanada:

"Senichiro.

Where is the tennis training schedule?

The opening of the county general meeting is about to start, and there is not enough time left. I don’t know how the problems I raised when you visited the hospital some time ago have been corrected. Please take time to communicate with me after the training today.

How did Kirihara and Bunta prepare for the first week of school exam at Lihai University?

I ask Renji to sort out the key question types in advance and list the key question types that are more difficult. Please Genichiro pay more attention to let them complete on time, quality, and quantity.

Sender: Seiichi Yukimura"

Not long after the text message was sent, Seiichi Yukimura received a call back from Genichiro Sanada. He turned off the sound of the phone for fear of waking Natsu Asakawa. Before getting up, he patted the girl on the back and hummed a couple of soothing songs.

It wasn't until the girl's trembling eyelashes returned to calm that she walked out of the ward with her mobile phone and carefully closed the door.

"Senichiro."

Yukimura Seichi answered the phone, and he walked straight forward while speaking in a voice that would not disturb other patients: "The training is over?"

"Yeah." Genichiro Sanada responded, "Yukimura..."

There is some noise around him, the background music is full of the buzz of other players in the tennis club swinging their rackets, and there are a few voices from Liu Lianer pointing out the lack of reserves in the main election:

"The swing posture is wrong, the movement is not in place..."

Seiichi Yukimura listened attentively, and after confirming that there was no major problem, he continued to discuss the matter with Genichiro Sanada at ease: "Sorry, let's continue."

"There is nothing serious about Niwang's arm. The doctor said that he should seek medical treatment in time, and he will be fine in two days."

Genichiro Sanada opened the materials sent by Yanagi Renji, and reported in detail item by item, including Kirihara Chiya made a mistake in a math problem, and did not let go of two English words that he was not familiar with. He honestly told Sei Yukimura who was hospitalized. city.

"Kihara."

Yukimura Seiichi is also very troubled by Akaya Kirihara's results. The opening of the prefectural conference is about to begin, and there will be Kanto competitions and national competitions. No mistakes are allowed.

He cut out the call interface, sent the targeted exercise books and test paper documents sorted out and selected during the hospital stay to Genichiro Sanada, and instructed: "Urge Kirihara to complete it."

"I see."

"Senichiro."

The tacit understanding between the two, who have been friends for many years, is natural. Genichiro Sanada, who has a strong execution ability, understood Yukimura Seiichi's meaning in seconds. He stepped over to Liu Renji's side and handed the phone over: "Yukimura."

Liu Lian'er took the phone and gestured to the reserve soldiers in front of him to make up for their lack of training.

"Hello, Yukimura, I'm Yanagi."

"Lianji, I want to talk to you in detail about the next training plan."

……

Seiichi Yukimura and Renji Yanagi have been working together to formulate a training plan for a long time. The general training direction has been determined within a few minutes of the two talking. When Seiichi Yukimura made a few targeted suggestions, the sound of writing with the tip of a pen came from the other end of the phone. .

After 2 minutes, Liu Lianer said: "Xingcun, I will send you the detailed data tonight, and I still need to figure out some things."

"Well, thank you, Renji."

After talking about the most important thing, the topic will inevitably fall on Yukimura Seiichi. They have been on the same team for two years and they look forward to Yukimura Seiichi's return to the court more than anyone else.

"Yukimura, we'll wait for your return."

"Don't worry." Yukimura Seiichi's tone was soft but unquestionable: "Li Hai's third consecutive dominance has no dead ends."

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

……

Familiar voices came from the other end of the phone, Kirihara, Nioh, Bunta, Sanada, Renji, Yagyu, Kuwahara.

"Yukimura/Minister, we are waiting for your return."

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

In the voices that came and went, there were still many ordinary members who followed up: "Lihai junior has no dead ends!"

He couldn't witness with his own eyes the expressions of the energetic teenagers on the court, but he was able to clearly imagine everything.

"Everyone, wait for me to come back."

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

……

Guidance desk.

"Nurse Sato." Morita, who was carrying the case sheet, came from the backlight, most of his cheeks were hidden under the light blue medical mask: "How is Mr. Yukimura?"

"Mr. Yukimura is in a good mood today." Nurse Sato pointed to the corner at the end of the corridor, "As long as Ms. Asakawa is there or receives encouragement from her companions, Mr. Yukimura will be in a much better mood."

It was only at this time that the gloomy young man would show a youthful smile from the heart that fit his age.

"Huh..." Morita breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good."

"Doctor Morita, what's the matter?"

"Yes." Morita turned to the last page of the medical record, which was a thick stack, but when the viewer remembered that it carried the past and future months of a sick boy, it was so, so Yes, then...

Scribbled and understated.

"With Mr. Yukimura's current recovery status, it is difficult to return to the game." Morita picked up the pen and tapped the detailed data and treatment evaluation in the last column: "Nurse Sato, have you watched Mr. Yukimura's related games?"

"No." Sato looked surprised, as if he didn't quite understand the relationship between tennis and Yukimura Seiichi's recovery, "Is he very good?"

"Nurse Sato, see for yourself."

Sometimes the language is superficial and insignificant. Morita unlocked the screen lock and clicked on the game reports collected and organized in advance by Yukimura Seiki.

"The God of Tennis"

"The Boy Known as the Son of God"

"All victories so far, no defeat"

……

At the bottom of the interview report are photos and videos of Yukimura Seiichi's past games. Sato put away his incomprehensible expression, and the corners of her mouth stretched into a straight line.

In just a few minutes, she already understood Morita's worries.

"A king who bears the honor and bears countless expectations and self-judgments. For Mr. Yukimura, tennis is no longer a hobby in his school days, let alone an item to add luster to his future resume.

It is the original light, and it is the youth's heart. "

"Doctor Morita."

Morita tapped on the desk of the consulting desk to interrupt Sato's remaining words: "Currently, the effect of conservative treatment is not bad, and the recovery period of surgery is very long, and the recovery time before that is enough to wear down a person's will."

At that time, the goal was no longer to "play tennis" but to "stand up." No one can guarantee recovery.

"But……"

"Be optimistic. If the effect of drug treatment can maintain the current level or... the operation is successful, Mr. Yukimura can also catch up with the August competition."

But none of them have ever been punctured, and the possibility is very slim, just as it is almost impossible for ordinary people to find the stars they once cared about again and again in the sky full of stars.

"I will try to persuade Mr. Yukimura to undergo surgery."

pat, pat-

Asakawa Natsu, who had just left the ward and was about to go to the rooftop to look for Yukimura Seichi, hid her body silently, swallowing tightly the choking sound in her throat.

My lord.

The white and cold walls of the hospital and the pale lights on the ceiling dragged Asakawa Xia into the abyss, and the feeling of being stared at by an unspeakable huge creature circled and scattered along his back, making Asakawa Xia coldly sweating.

Yukimura-san...

Will tennis be lost?

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The author has something to say:

I don't know if I count as Xiao Xia's god, if so, then I answer: no.

It seems that I have a cold and my mind is a bit confused, the update may be late tomorrow or there may be no, sorry

感谢在2021-11-3003:14:58~2021-12-0216:04:30期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: Pick up 1 in the morning and evening;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: Pick up 1 in the morning and evening;

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 1 bottle of the moon falls in the flower;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!