Marry Yukimura's 100 Careful Tricks

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"Yukimura-san."

The girl's round apricot eyes were full of bright spots in the morning, and she straightened her hair that was blown by the wind and said in a rather puzzled way: "The last sentence doesn't match the previous sentence, did Yukimura-san mispronounce it?"

"Did you read it wrong?"

Yukimura Seiichi did not change the lines of the poem on purpose at all, and was embarrassed by the person who read the words of love, he slowly turned over a page of the book: "I don't think so, or the way of understanding is different."

"Different?" Asakawa asked.

The young man said "hmm" indifferently, "Part of the reason for the first half of reciting poems is to cover up the turmoil in my heart, and the change at the end is to express my emotions directly."

"I just think that the dull Xiaoxia should understand in a straightforward way." Speaking of this, Yukimura Seiki paused, and his clear laughter was more moving than usual. Asakawa Xia could almost imagine that the boy's chest trembled slightly look like.

"Ming... understand what?"

Asakawa Natsu couldn't help turning up the volume of the call, she held her breath and the sense of anticipation in her heart gradually grew stronger with Yukimura Seiichi's deepening smile.

"I understand how happy I am, I understand..." The young man sighed softly, the broken hair on his forehead brushed his eyes: "I understand that I like you."

At the end, Yukimura Seiichi's voice was so light that it could be blown away by a gust of wind, "I understand that I miss you without opening your mouth."

"..."

Asakawa Xia opened her mouth, her little heart was overflowing with sweetness, she wanted to say provocative words to continue the atmosphere at this moment, but she couldn't find any appropriate words.

She hesitated for a long, long time...

at last.

The flushed girl drooped her eyes, pinching her hot earlobes and softly and heavily shouting: "Ashi..."

on Monday.

The curriculum of the second year of junior high school is much more compact than that of the first grade. Most of the subjects that are irrelevant to the entrance examination are halved every week, and the relatively easy Monday is unfortunately full of chemistry.

"Mr. Lin Mu and Mr. Naishan went to Tokyo to participate in the exchange meeting for teachers of junior high school students. I will take over the class on Monday. The chemistry class on Wednesday and Friday will be changed to Chinese and Appreciation. Do you have any comments?"

Xi Cun put down the graded chemistry test paper in her bosom, and when the thick stack of paper fell down, chalk dust rose from the podium table. She wore a pair of plain glasses today, and the dark frame set off her serious face.

She swept across the restless and dissenting students in the classroom one by one, her face remained unchanged, but she patted the test paper with her fingers:

"If you have any comments, this class will comment on the test paper."

The students in Group B of the second year settled down instantly. They shook their heads like rattles and said in unison: "Mr. Xicun! We have no objections."

"That would be even better." Nishimura pushed the frame of the mirror: "Anyway, you have no objections, this class will be about the test papers."

Students in group B of the second year: "..."

hateful!

Teacher Nishimura has also learned the routine of oil management.

Perhaps it was because the expressions of the students were too exciting, Nishimura couldn't help showing a little smile. She took off the glasses that set off her serious temperament, and faced the students with her usual appearance:

"Everyone's grades are good this time. It can be seen that you have worked hard to study your homework during the holidays. It is worthy of praise. Especially——"

Nishimura, who was just about to praise Asakawa Xia for her great progress, froze her smile. She broke off a piece of chalk and looked at the seat "kindly", with a tired and full face: I am so tired, I want to sleep, Asakawa Xia who chemically killed me.

Nishimura: ...

Asakawa-san, I suspect that you are becoming proud and lax.

Asakawa-san, isn't the improvement in grades enough to make you fall in love with chemistry?

"The praise and suggestion to the teacher are written on the back of the post-it note, please check it yourself, then please Asakawa-san to help distribute the test papers."

Asakawa Natsu: "Yes."

I suspect Mr. Nishimura noticed that I dozed off.

Soon Asakawa Xia removed the doubt in the previous sentence and replaced it with an affirmative sentence pattern. She stood up again with a face full of hopelessness to answer the question raised by Nishimura.

"Choose B."

"What's the reason?"

"Hydrogen molecules..."

Asakawa Xia, who was exhausted throughout the morning, tossed back and forth in the process of answering Nishimura's questions and waiting for Nishimura's roll call.

Although I know that Teacher Nishimura is good for me, but... Asakawa Natsu rubbed her temples, the pain in her brain made her unable to reason: But... I really want to blame Teacher Nishimura for being inconsiderate.

Lunch break.

After class, Asakawa Xia slumped on the seat. The recent nightmares caused her sleep quality to decline rapidly. She was called too many times in the morning and used her brain too much. She was groggy and didn't even want to think about it.

"What's wrong with Asakawa?" Amanoji Shimizu, who was carrying a fruit daifu, put the dessert box lightly: "Is she still insomnia?"

Yezi Lily sighed: "I don't have insomnia anymore, but I have nightmares all night."

"Nightmare?" Amanodera Kiyomizu looked at Asakawa Natsu who was buried in her arms and fell asleep in surprise. To be honest, this answer surprised her.

Would a girl who is usually carefree and full of vitality be haunted by nightmares and entangled so embarrassingly?

"It's unbelievable, right? She doesn't look like the type that Nightmare likes at all." Noko Lily, who finished putting on Asakawa Natsu's coat, replied in a low voice. Shall I go to the convenience store to buy something?"

"Of course." Amanoji Shimizu nodded, "It just so happens that I didn't prepare a bento either."

"Thank you."

Before leaving, the two girls looked back at Asakawa Xia tacitly. Amid the noisy sound, she was not sleeping well, and her eyelashes trembled as if she was in a chaotic state of half-dream and half-awake.

——Good afternoon Asakawa-san, please have a good dream after a long absence.

***

The endless pale color gradually condensed into a familiar and unfamiliar scene. Asakawa Xia opened his eyes again, only to feel that the picture in front of him was full of unreal sense of distance:

Is the place of dreaming today a hospital?

Outside the ward of Yukimura Seiichi, the members of the tennis club in summer uniforms of Lihai University were silent. The stagnant air was like Hantiandong with extra cold weather powder, and only rough particles were left after being crushed hard.

Why do you all have this expression?

Where's Sanada-senpai?

as well as--

After realizing that they couldn't see her, Asakawa Xia pinched her cheeks, but she didn't feel any pain. She flexed her fingers and just wanted to sigh in relief: It's a dream, so it's good time.

The door of the ward opened.

The overly bright light in the corridor illuminates most of Sanada Genichiro's body, but the face under the baseball cap is dim and unclear. Asakawa Xia's attention is not on it. She crosses Sanada Genichiro and glances at the ward through the short-lived gap. layout.

In my memory, the stacked books and the ever-changing flowers named "Asakawa Natsu" disappeared, leaving only the empty ward with the smell of disinfectant and...

A pair of faintly white knuckles gripped the hand behind the quilt tightly.

Asakawa Xia has touched it countless times. It is a pair of thin callused hands that do not match the slender appearance of the young man. The roughness on the hands is the traces of his grip and counterattack. It proves time and time again: Tennis is no longer to me. Pure joy.

It is far more complicated than happiness, but it is also pure with a different charm; it bears the expectations of predecessors and the admiration of future generations, and it is extremely heavy like a shackle, but it is also the driving force for moving forward, a part of upholding...

click-

The door was closed gently and heavily, and the only ray of light left illuminated the back of Yukimura Seiichi's hand. Asakawa Natsu, who didn't know the ins and outs, the cause and effect, heard the painful roar that was more sad than the wail...

The girl's hand overstepped Genichiro Sanada's racket bag, and she wanted to say: Senior Sanada, Deputy Director Sanada, can you please tell me everything that happened?

She wanted to say: Seiichi Yukimura, known as the "Son of God", shouldn't be depressed and gloomy, covered in an understatement by the smell of disinfectant that he hates.

he should...

but--

That hand, together with Asakawa Natsu and even the words she hadn't had time to utter in the future, easily passed through Genichiro Sanada's racket bag, passed through the pale, cold-lighted walls of the ward, and passed through the situation and scene she knew nothing about...

It is like a child's play depicted by a revolving lantern, lightly buckling an unconvincing conclusion, dragging the unknown Asakawa Natsu across to the scene with the same color like a marionette, destroying and playing with it willfully and willfully.

This is……

tennis court?

Asakawa Xia pulled a strand of hair fluttering in the wind. She stood at the highest point of the auditorium. In front of her was a tennis court with a wide view and bright light. Behind her was the boundary between darkness and light, as if the end of the darkness was landfill. A world of flesh and blood rather than a glamorous street.

She looked at the black and white scoreboard as if an irresponsible writer ignored the initial and most basic situation, brandishing his hateful pen and ink to cut off a teenager's life and death, stepping on Yukimura Seiki's pride and arrogance over the past few decades, dripping A bright red, scalding river built through youthful flesh and blood...

One page, two pages, three pages...

15 points, 30 points, 45 points...

4－0、4－1、4－2……

It is so understated, as if the round-the-clock training of the tennis club is as common and insignificant as the disinfectant that permeates the hospital in the world.

So easily, so indifferently and so brazenly stealing the glory that should belong to the "Son of God".

"competition is over."

"Seigaku Echizen Ryoma won."

"The score is 6-4."

……

Like the cheating dice played by the hand of fate, with its seemingly fairness, it arbitrarily snatches away the crown of kings belonging to Seiichi Yukimura, the masters of the tennis club, and Li Kaidai, and uses it to stain mottled traces and soak in the secular copper smell hands, gently inflicting illusory glory on the champion who is secretly nominated.

"Echigan!"

"Echigan!"

……

The voices of cheering people were like the tide, and the moving heads rose and fell one after another. Asakawa Xia looked in the direction of the wind, and the boy's purple-blue hair lightly brushed his eyes, and beads of sweat dripped heavily along the outline——

"Yukimura-san has a coat on his shoulders that has never been stained with dust from the ground. That may be a boy's preference, a proof of declaring his preference, or implying thousands of other meanings."

now.

It slipped gently from the shoulders, rolled heavily covered in ashes, the writer's mockery did not stop, it was just another biting cold wind stinging the body of the boy who was still recovering from a serious illness, stubbornly blocking the already difficult to pry The sky ahead.

……

Asakawa Xia slept deeply and for a long time this time, Noko Lily looked up at the clock hanging diagonally above the blackboard, half an hour before the end of the lunch break.

Just as Noko Yuri was hesitating whether to call Asakawa Natsuki to have a good late lunch or to let her sleep a little longer to fill her stomach, Amanoji Shimizu, who was reading next to her, put down the book and pressed the back of Noko Yuri's hand.

Amanoji Shimizu lowered his voice and whispered, "Asakawa-san seems to be crying."

"How..." How could a few words get stuck between Yezi Lily's lips and teeth? She rolled back before she had time to say the words, and looked at Asakawa Xia with half of her face buried in her arms, silently shedding tears.

The tears were many and urgent, and it didn't take a few minutes to accumulate a small pool of water marks, which wet the school uniform jacket that Lily Yeko put on Asakawa Xia.

Natsuya Asakawa never cried when she was stared at by Lihai college students and became the object of fun in all grades. What kind of dream would a girl who is always full of energy and smiling silently cry?

Yezi Lily suddenly didn't dare to think about it anymore.

With a heavy and impetuous mind, she softly hummed the song that her mother used to sing when she had nightmares to coax the sweet dreams to appear, "...everyone's dreams will come true."

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The author has something to say:

When I thought about this plot point before, I thought it would be easier for Li Haida to lose the Kanto competition to advance the plot. Now I just want to say!

What to lose! !Give me a win! !

感谢在2021-12-0711:11:46~2021-12-0920:27:48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 landmine: Pick up 1 in the morning and evening;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles in one summer;

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