[Comprehensive] Legend of the Son of God

Byron's collection of poems is neatly stacked on the window sill with a four-leaf clover bookmark.The messy curtains blown by the wind are like swaying willow branches, and the transparent sunlight leaks in from behind the thin curtains, casting a light shadow on the face of the boy who is leaning on the window and sleeping alone.

Blue-purple hair hangs from the white jade-like forehead of the young man, the color is clean and pure, with a faint luster.His overly long eyelashes covered his eyes, his straight nose had smooth lines, and his pale lips were slightly pursed, making him appear delicate and beautiful.He seemed very tired, and fell asleep quietly, with his slender fingers resting on the hard-covered poetry book in his hand.

Boom, boom, knock on the door as expected.

Yukimura, who was sleeping very lightly, woke up quickly, and there was no trace of sleepiness in his water-colored eyes.He first adjusted his overly cold expression, and then said: "The door is unlocked, please come in."

"Minister, we're here to see you." Liu Lian'er habitually took his notebook and handed it to Yukimura. This military adviser is usually among the best in grades. In order for this minister not to miss class, his notes are more rigorous. Punctuation and sketching are all available.

Yukimura thanked and accepted it, turned a page or two, and closed it with a guilty conscience.

It's been a long time since I watched the exam-oriented education. He has already forgotten how to fight, how to grasp intelligence, cultivate strategies, and control the battle situation. He has long forgotten these useless theoretical subjects.It seems that I still need to find someone to help with tutoring... Of course, I must not find someone from the ministry, otherwise he will definitely pass through.

"Minister, we have been training hard!" Bunta approached Yukimura eagerly, trying his best to promote his obedience, with a head of red hair that was enthusiastic and lively.

Akaya is only the first year of the country now, if Yukimura hadn't suddenly fallen ill and was rescued, the operation would not have been advanced, at least he had to observe Yukimura's third year before he could have a complete grasp.But the current situation is not bad.

"Benta is great." Yukimura rubbed his hair, the strange yet familiar touch softened the smile on his face.

"Minister, my partner and I will show our talents in the next friendly match against Ice Emperor." King Ni's silver hair was flamboyant, with one hand on Yagyu's shoulder, who was always straight.

Yukimura narrowed his eyes slightly to look at him, if it wasn't for Nioh's topaz-colored eyes, he almost mistaken it for Gintoki and punched him just now.King Ren shrank his hands, suddenly feeling a little cold.

Then Kuwahara handed an apple to Yukimura with great concern, and Yukimura smiled and nodded to express his gratitude.At the beginning, he was still troubled about whether he could still find the original simple feeling after so many years. Now, the chaotic time has returned to the right track, and he also naturally blended in with the leftover body memory.

Because it was originally his tennis club.

Sanada scolded Chiya who made too much noise and almost called the nurse on duty with a serious face. The boy with the head of the seaweed looked pitifully at the Minister sitting on the bed and smiling at him, as if he was begging for something with his eyes.

Yukimura said narrowly to Sanada, "Akaya looks very afraid of you, Genichiro, what did you do to him?"

Sanada's face darkened, and an iron fist of love was about to fall.

Yukimura stood up while leaning on the armrest of the bed. The loneliness and coldness in the room was filled with warmth, which also slightly encouraged his fighting spirit.I tried to check my spiritual power, and the spiritual power that was consumed to the level of three seats due to time travel has basically been replenished, and there is even a tendency to increase.

The recent rehabilitation has been very smooth, and he has been able to walk without the aid of other objects.

Sanada hesitated for a while, then finally took out a tennis ball from his pocket and handed it to Yukimura.Although his eyes are fierce, he has a kind of honest three views, and he is generally a good friend who loves and cares about others.

"What are the tennis balls and rackets you told me to bring?"

"Well... secret." Yukimura put his finger close to his lips, hissed, and smiled briskly.

Sanada looked at Yukimura's side face, which was almost transparent and pale. It seemed that light blue blood vessels could be seen from between his wrists. He felt his heart twitch even more, so he pursed his lips, muttered twice, and then said in a deep voice: "Mr. Yukimura, The king stands in the sea, and there are no dead ends."

"Li Haida... There are no dead ends! There are no dead ends!"

All the members present looked solemnly at Seiichi Yukimura, who always took on the duties of coach and director, with firm expressions.Perhaps it is only when death is imminent that one realizes that something, very regrettably, has not been achieved.

The three-in-a-row hegemony must belong to the king Li Haida.

Yukimura also smiled, and said solemnly to them, "I trust you."

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The days in the hospital passed like running water, and Yukimura recovered very well, so he could go home early to recuperate.At the end of the second semester of junior high school, Yukimura asked the school to return to school after the summer vacation and go to junior high school together.

That is to say, he still has a summer vacation to improve his tennis and schoolwork to the same or even higher level.

It was night, the stars were about to fall, and the dim lights played on the quiet street tennis court in Kana.

Wearing sportswear that was easy to move around, the boy stretched his wrist.He wore a ten-kilogram load on his hand, and swung the tennis racket extremely smoothly. The small yellow ball was like a golden lightning bolt, hitting the same position on the wall again and again.It's very precise ball control.

Yukimura was still dissatisfied, and buckled two more gravity buckles.

"One thousand and thirty one... one thousand and thirty two..." Yukimura counted slowly, until he was panting slightly.Exercise requires long-term training to improve precision, so you have to put in ten times or twenty times the effort. He is not without foundation, and the conditioned reflex still exists, so it is not difficult.

After the practice, his whole body was in pain, and every bone was screaming.Switching the tennis bag to his left shoulder, Yukimura looked at the sky and said with a wry smile: "It's so late, but why is there no one on the street?"

Crows chirped lowly, flitting across the night sky.

On the telephone pole, under the full moon, a figure looms.The moonlight was covered by clouds, casting a hazy shadow on him, but looking at the silhouette of that person from a distance, it turned out to be indescribably smooth and perfect.

Yukimura couldn't help stamping his feet, looking at the familiar figure.

Its long, fluffy tail is as white as snow flakes, and even its clothes are bright white, making it look out of place in the dark night.The bright silver hair like a streamer poured down, as if the moonlight had been dyed.From this angle, you can just see his raised jaw, and the arrogant sneer at the corner of his mouth.

Yukimura's pupils trembled, and he looked up almost cautiously.

Snow-white fox ears, golden pupils.

The fox hides the horse!

The author has something to say: I'm sorry I haven't been more naughty these days... Because the parents will wait to die, so I dare not touch it at all...

So I set up a manuscript box, and I still have it at night.