Marry Yukimura's 100 Careful Tricks

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Asakawa Natsu, who has returned to the life without Yukimura Seiichi, is different from before, but the same.

In order to live up to herself and all the people around her who help and encourage her, she spends most of her day brushing paper with a pen, and is occasionally called by Nishimura to the office to study chemistry.

The days are passed day by day, as if she has forgotten the rose-colored memories, and looks at the past with a strange, indifferent and even indifferent attitude.

Apart from--

"Asakawa-san."

In the classroom office, Nishimura's face was vaguely dissatisfied. She picked up the pencil she had put aside, and circled the key examples and knowledge points in the textbook: "Here, when Classmate Yezi was teaching you, did you lose your mind?"

"No." Asakawa Xiasong kept tightening her fingers. She carefully read the knowledge points twice and looked at the questions listed below.

I still don't know much, and I can only make two three-point questions.

"I'm sorry, Nishimura-sensei."

"No need to apologize, the teacher understands your hard work." Nishimura reassured.

She rummaged through the chemistry papers she compiled to consolidate the basic knowledge a few days ago, and explained: "It's just a little strange. Last year, when Yezi helped you with your chemistry homework, the effect was very good. I thought it would be the same this year."

"Don't worry, you should memorize the knowledge points first, and do a few exercises after class."

"..."

After Asakawa Xia's lips trembled slightly for a few seconds, she lowered her eyes and said in a low voice, "Yes."

Nishimura-sensei, Yukimura-san was the one who helped me with my chemistry homework last year.

The girl's fair face showed a little nostalgic expression, she raised her hand to brush back the hair that floated to the side of her eyes, just like the action of a boy who had held her hair thousands of times, gently and unintentionally rubbing the skin of her cheek .

It's almost June, let's tie up your hair.

after all……

Asakawa Xia turned to the pencil held in his right hand, pulled the draft paper at hand, and started the chemistry problem again:

There will never be another boy as gentle as him, who will take care of my messy long hair.

——Yukimura-san

If there is a chance to meet, I will gently put you down.

The first half of the academic year of Rikkai University ended in mid-June. At that time, the Rikkai University Tennis Club, which lacked an important presence and was lonely for a long time, finally welcomed their god, Seiichi Yukimura.

The illness of more than half a year failed to hide any magnificence of the Son of God himself. He was just like what everyone remembered, surrounded by the main candidates and the long afterglow, stepping forward with a uniform and jacket on his shoulders.

"Everyone."

The summer's salty sea breeze blew the boy's fine hair, Yukimura Seiichi stood in the middle of the court with a gentle and serious expression: "I'm back."

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

……

During the summer vacation, the campus of the attached high school was a bit empty, and the members of the tennis club echoed and cheered one after another. They flocked in an orderly manner to the ardent anticipation in the eyes of Yukimura Seiichi.

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

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

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

……

The warm orange hue unique to the twilight infects most of the bookshelves in the campus library. Asakawa Xia shuttles between the neatly arranged elevated shelves, slowly looking for the literary works she needs.

She looked for it very carefully, her eyes fixed on the books that had slipped out of her sight: "Snow Country", "Izu Dancer", "Girl's Harbor"...

"Hmm... Has Mr. Kawabata's "Ancient Capital" been fully loaned out?" Asakawa Natsu stopped and looked up at Yasushi Kawabata's single bookshelf, as if unwilling to believe that there were twenty copies of "Ancient Capital" in one day. "I borrowed all of them.

"There are still more than a dozen of them yesterday." She sighed softly, and touched the vacant space with [Kawabata Yasushi - Ancient Capital] with nostalgia: "If I knew it earlier, please..." Lily's mother borrowed it for me.

Before the rest of the words could be uttered, they were completely overwhelmed by the tennis court: "Yes!" and "Lihai Junior has no dead ends!"

Asakawa Xia suddenly froze, she raised her drooping eyes again and again, and went around the bookshelf that concealed her figure several times, walked to the window where she could see the tennis court, quietly and quietly watched the crowd. The most eye-catching young man.

Very nice.

The girl's fingertips lightly touched the glass window, and she wrote with her fingers: Yukimura-senpai, congratulations in advance for continuing the glory of your predecessors and winning the three consecutive championships.

——Sorry, I can't go to the scene to congratulate you.

Such happy days and results, if someone cries and has red eyes, it will be very unlucky. Sprinkling salt and washing the body with grapefruit leaf water can't dispel it.

So congratulations in advance, please accept.

The short-lived excitement soon left the field, and all members of the tennis club rushed to today's training task with joy.

Seiichi Yukimura held his fingers and let the warm wind blow his coat and hem. He felt his heart beating violently because he stepped on the court again and could continue playing tennis.

For the first time in a long time, he showed a smile full of emotion.

"Senichiro."

"Yukimura."

"After the warm-up is over, let's play a serious game."

Genichiro Sanada pressed the brim of his hat, and his eyes under the shadows showed a little smile. Before he answered the other teammates beside him, he shouted:

"I also want to play against the Minister!"

Liu Lian-er took off the signature pen sandwiched between the notepad: "Xingcun, please give me your advice."

"Yukimura!"

……

Yukimura Seiichi nodded, looking at this situation, he felt a lingering and lingering emotion in his heart - he wanted to share happiness with important people.

Important person?

The boy's puzzled eyes passed over all the members. As if he was being guided by a god, he raised his head and looked in the direction of the library not far away. The vague figure mixed with strangeness and a little familiarity made Yukimura Seiichi unconsciously deepen his feelings. smiled.

He had a hunch that when he won the National Championship for the third time, he would get a satisfactory answer.

"King Lihai once again won the No.1 Kanto Contest, this team led by "Son of God" Yukimura Seiichi..."

Taking advantage of the TV live broadcast of [National Competition·Son of God], Asakawa Natsu opened the tennis magazine she bought last time, and read the one-person interview of Yukimura Seichi from beginning to end.

She seemed to feel that this was not enough, unable to make up for the regret that she had not been able to watch the game in person and cheer, so she turned to the Junior High School Tennis Forum, took the time to comment, and reposted more than a dozen online media reports praising Seiichi Yukimura. Reluctantly, he let go of the phone and turned his attention to the TV.

"The previous episode is over, and the high-profile key singles match will begin soon!"

"Whether King Lihai inherited the glory of the previous two years and won the three consecutive titles, or is it the youth academy that shines this year, blocking the king from winning the crown with the momentum of a dark horse, let us wait and see!"

……

The host's warm-up remarks continued until the players on both sides were seated. Asakawa Xiahe kept his breath and followed the moving camera to watch Yukimura Seiichi, who had faded away from human emotions on the court, as if a god had descended.

Yukimura-san!Must, must win!

The clown's clumsy pen and ink can't hide your own brilliance, please smash the fool's daydream with beautiful results!

When the whistle blew to announce the game, the close-up shots of the two players gradually zoomed out to capture the yellow ball they hit.

The first half of the game was the same as in the dream. The various tricks used by the dark green-haired boy were dismantled and knocked back one by one by Yukimura Seiichi lightly. In a way of silently eating away at the opponent, he quietly deprived the opponent of his five senses. .

Until the boy named Echizen Ryoma fell in embarrassment and was briefly lost in the pain imposed by Yukimura Seiichi.

Of course it's not just that.

Asakawa Natsumi, who did not watch the game live, has basic tennis knowledge, knows Yukimura very well and is full of heart, found that while Yukimura deprived his opponent of his five senses, he seemed to weave something.

Like a hunter who is skilled and fully grasps the mind and movement of the prey, he arranges and places the fruit that the prey dreams of, teases it, seduces it, and finally kills it neatly.

Echizen Ryoma, who fell to the ground just now and couldn't move, suddenly struggled to stand up and waved away the dust above the weapon. With a bright smile on his originally immature face, he said louder than a straight racket: "It's not over yet."

Seiichi Yukimura, who had his back to Echizen Ryoma, raised his eyes and casually glanced back at his opponents on the other half of the court.

It seems to be saying: Echizen-kun, I am looking forward to it, and it seems to be mockingly expressing my contempt for a "fool" who has high self-esteem and devoid of humanity.

This emotion made the "Hands of Destiny" who teased everyone in Lihai, disregarded the strength of the Son of God, filled with the stench of copper, looked like dirty rats in the sewer, and had a bad character instantly became distraught.

It picks up the tell-tale, pus-feeding paintbrush, scribbles indiscriminately against morality, kidnaps and drives the self-lost cat for the sake of short-lived copper stink, and gives vicious orders:

"Steal his laurels!"

"Let him fall from the clouds and sink into the mire!"

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Those weird abilities that are unreasonable and beyond the rules are like parasites trying to climb up the hunter's spine. All his pride spreads his frothy wealth.

"You are a pawn in my hand after all."

"Fate makes you bow your head, you dare not be humble, you have to be humble."

……

It brazenly praised its "smart" mind, and ordered the cat to bite even harder.

The flimsy rope net was torn apart by the cat with its claws on its head, one section, two sections...stacked and intertwined and fell down, gently and heavily towards the hunter.

With a panoramic view of everything, it can hardly restrain the joy that is as big as a pinprick's eye.It has no etiquette, like a beast in clothes and clothes, and is about to insult the gods even more presumptuously, laughing loudly at the fact that all of them are just chessboards that are controlled by it at will.

The cat has fallen into the real trap of the hunter, peeped into the false light, almost psychedelic, it tried its best to resist but could not resist the tightened cage net, and was forcibly dragged out of the magnificent dream by the overwhelming suffocation; dragged back to praise the spirit of Yukimura The overwhelming strength of the city and the reality of winning three consecutive championships.

beep-

The referee who sits in a high position and symbolizes fairness blows the whistle for the end of the game, blows away the false beauty of the cheers and joy of the Youth Academy, wakes up the spectators who support the Youth Academy and accompany them into the illusion, and blows the duet of the Lihai University Tennis Club. honor:

"competition is over!"

"Tachikai Daikomura Seichi wins!"

"The score is 6:0!"

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The author has something to say:

My child doesn’t want to write a side story, but I always feel like I’m giving away my Xiaoxia after writing it