must love tennis

When everyone felt that her death was imminent, Ryoma was actually quite relaxed. When they shook hands, they seemed to have returned to the training ground of the gymnasium where they first learned kendo a few months ago.

She asked, "Do you want to make a bet?"

Under the black and white ball caps, two pairs of eyes met each other.

Sanada said: "It's meaningless to bet on this kind of thing."

"Well, senior is right." Ryoma agreed without much hesitation, "That's what I mean."

"It seems that you are very confident, which is good." Sanada nodded, seemingly satisfied, "I will look forward to it."

……

"Is this really a game for high school students?" The audience at the side of the court finally couldn't help it, "This is just like a... teaching scene between elementary school students and teachers?!"

"In terms of height, that's it."

"No, no, it's not just about height, okay?"

"That is to say... looks?"

"It's really quite old-fashioned!" Someone commented in a low voice.

"But it's too, uh, too--" another voice faltered, "It's too contemptuous of yourself! Who are you insulting?"

"Aha, I don't know yet. But if you continue talking, you will be attacked by ancient martial arts right away?"

"Ahem, anyway, it should be a matter of height!"

"Add a little bit of aura?"

"Uh, uh..."

Shinobu let out a long sigh, turned around and asked, "Can you be quiet?"

As he spoke, he raised his index finger and slanted to his side. Their head, Keigo Atobe, was silent at this time, observing the players on both sides with an inquiring spirit.The others had to be silent.

"Who will win if you take a gamble." Xiang Riyue firmly hammered his palms, "Are you coming or not?"

Everyone looked sideways.

"Oh, are you afraid?"

"Are you short of pocket money?" Renzu let out a dry cough to resolve the embarrassment.

"It's not a matter of money or not," Xiang Ri said solemnly, "Why, do you think I will definitely win?"

"How is that possible!" Shishido reacted very quickly, stretching out his hand to cover his palm, "Count me in."

"Then I'll come too." As the object of unintentional ridicule just now, Rijiruo was not to be outdone.

Seeing everyone agreeing one by one, he endured a half-smile and asked, "So who did you bet on?"

Quick and quiet.

The initiator, Xiang Ri's eyes flickered, and he slowly turned away - the direction he was looking at was indeed Atobe.

"Huh?" Atobu didn't turn his head, and he could tell what they were thinking, "Don't ask, I am not so childish."

"Yes, yes," Shishido said pretending to be casual, "we can all guess."

Xiang Ri also hummed deeply: "It must be...that."

"The so-called gossip target." Riji whispered.

Atobe: "..."

Atobe sneered: "I understand me very well, huh?"

Xiang Ri looked at him: "So you just say something reliable."

"It's not easy," Atobe thought for a while before finalizing his decision, "If that little...cough, that guy wins, I'll invite them to take a luxury cruise during the summer vacation."

"Whoa whoa!"

It's really a big deal, everyone exclaimed and applauded.

Unable to hold back anymore, he blurted out: "You really are a pick-me-up, aren't you?"

……

Ryoma sneezed.

At this time, she was covered in sweat, her heart was beating fast, and her oxygen supply was still insufficient, which made her feel slightly dizzy.

Has it reached its limit?

The so-called state of selflessness is not a magic weapon.Just to be able to reach the same starting line with this opponent... At least, it seems so.

Even if it was just a joke, at this time she didn't think about "what to do and what to do if you win". Of course, there are many people who are full of expectations for her, but that's not what she cares about.

In order to concentrate, she let her breathing be as slow as possible, but correspondingly, there were many voices in her head.

Dad laughed and teased, and the seniors cared sincerely, and they seemed a bit noisy when they gathered together.She gritted her teeth and shook her head slightly.

The night before, Irijiang Zuoduo sat in the yard and blew a piece of music by herself. She didn't know what it was, but thought the music was long and continuous, which was very pleasant, and made people fall asleep quickly.Now she suddenly remembered a little tune, and even wanted to hum along, but she didn't have the strength.

Her hands and feet are getting heavier and she is exhausted even to breathe. How long can she last?

Ryoma himself doesn't know.

Swinging the racket instinctively, chasing the little ball whistling in the wind, seems to be the only remaining meaning in life.Inappropriately, she thought of the minister standing in front of him with a ball website, still with that calm, ice-like expression, and said in a cold but gentle tone: "—"

No, she's not for that.

Ryoma's breathing became rapid again, she opened her eyes suddenly, and the shadow of the tennis ball quickly focused in front of her.

To win is for herself.

It was quiet outside the ward, and the nurses passing by all walked lightly, let alone dare to speak lightly.

It was as if the boy in the room was made of glass and was so fragile that it would be shattered if he was not careful.

That's not the case, Yukimura is much tougher than his appearance makes it out to be.He didn't care whether the head nurse who just came in showed a loving and caring expression, and he didn't listen to the occasional whispers gathered in the corridor.

He just looked out of the window, the summer was scorching, and occasionally one or two leaves could not bear the fire, fell off from the branches, and then passed through the field of vision lightly, disappearing like snowflakes.

Downstairs outside the window, sometimes there are one or two children, just at school age, when they look up and see Yukimura, they happily raise their hands and wave, mouthing something.

"Big brother, good morning!"

Yukimura responded with a smile, looking at the child who had cut off a head of hair due to chemotherapy, and was still lively and energetic, thinking, what reason does he have to feel sad here?

But when it comes to the operating table, people still feel nervous.

He closed his eyes and thought about many people and things.The care from his parents, the encouragement from the nurses, what his teammates said to him, the promise Sanada made to him...

He lost consciousness in a daze, and after an unknown period of time, he vaguely felt the front of his eyes light up.

Yukimura sat up, blinked in disbelief, and was a little confused as to what was going on.He raised his hand and looked at it again and again, it was still his body, wearing the hospital gown, it didn't look like he had traveled to another world.

Is it a dream?

Maybe it is, the sight is not very clear, and the consciousness is still a bit chaotic, which is very consistent with the world in the dream.He stood up from the empty ground, his body was extremely relaxed, as if he had never been tortured by illness, and his steps were very light.

It really is a dream...

Yukimura walked forward, thinking about where he was, what he would meet—and, what he wanted to see.

"When your operation is over, we will bring you the championship trophy"?No, not this one.

It's too exaggerated. Although he doesn't doubt the level of his teammates, he also hopes to see this scene.But that wasn't his main concern during the surgery.It seemed that he was returning to the light and began to look for regrets in life...

Yukimura was amused by himself, knowing that no one was around—and no one could see him at this time, he still endured it cautiously, as if he felt that the joke was inappropriate, but his shoulders shook.

Then, he suddenly felt a pair of eyes watching him.

Sanada?or someone else?

Yukimura turned his head habitually, but there was nothing.So he looked forward again, and in the vast white light, he first saw an ordinary tennis court.The one on the outdoor grass is quite simple, without even a guardrail, only a broken ball net hanging in the middle.

There was a person sitting on the ground, looking up at him, also a little surprised.

Of course he recognized this face.

—even though he didn't know her name yet.

There was a white ball cap next to the girl's knees. It was wet with sweat and limply turned upside down. Water was dripping from her short ink-splashed hair, which flowed behind her ears and her neck, and her clothes were stripped one after another. Gray marks, as if splashed with muddy water.

On the other hand, Yukimura, although the hospital gown was somewhat informal, it was at least neat and clean.He didn't care much about these, he took a few steps closer and saw the expression on her face clearly.

Two people quietly, you look at me and I look at you, maintaining a delicate balance.

"Why did I see you here?" Yukimura pondered, and unconsciously said what was in his heart.

After a while, the girl replied equally deeply: "This is what I want to ask..."

"We don't have a good relationship, do we?"

They looked at each other.Yukimura laughed first: "I don't know if it's because I'm dazzled, but you're wearing the clothes of the Seigaku tennis team, right?"

The other party tilted his head and thought for a while: "Doesn't it look like it?"

"Of course it is."

"That's right." She nodded with satisfaction, "Don't say something strange, I will be angry too."

"I don't seem to find anything very strange." He replied softly, "Or, just a little bit surprised? ——The brain has become confused, am I going to die?"

"..."

Ryoma was silent for a moment, and said, "What a coincidence, I was a little worried just now—but I don't think so."

"Well, maybe it's because you don't know my condition yet."

"Not quite," she said simply, "but I know mine. I'm not dying yet!"

Yukimura paused and sighed slightly: "That's great."

"Are you okay?" Ryoma raised his eyebrows, "It doesn't look like it."

He said: "Birth, old age, sickness and death, it's human nature. It's normal to be worried, right?"

Ryoma said: "The most important thing now is not why we are chatting here?"

"It's really interesting."

Yukimura focused on her face, eyes, and arms and legs that were slender under short-sleeved shorts.

With muscular contours, it looks healthy and energetic.

Are all girls in middle school this type now?He thought about it, but he didn't find too many memories, but he still felt quite happy.

Maybe this is my ideal type.he joked.

Upon hearing this, Ryoma immediately widened his eyes strangely, and looked him up and down vigilantly and not so politely.

"... But I don't think you are my ideal type."

Maybe because she felt that such words were not polite to a patient, her tone seemed hesitant, much more tactful than usual.

...but still pretty straightforward.

Yukimura smiled: "Okay, so my friend in the dream, tell me what do you want to tell me?"

Ryoma stood up and patted the ashes off his body.When she brushed the nameplate of Seigaku on her chest with her finger, she said openly, "My name is Echizen Ryoma."

It is the one who beat you.