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Sky Pond? "

I nodded to him, and the setting sun in the sky made me squint my eyes slightly.

"Then I've ordered this photo!" The boy's mouth curled up beautifully.

"Hey? So cunning!" Hearing that I frowned and said slightly dissatisfied.

"Who told you to show off in front of me?" The boy took two steps forward and looked at me mischievously.

"..." I pursed my lips and let out a soft "hum".But he didn't want to make a more cheerful smile:

——"I, too, would be jealous!"

11Chapter11. Lost Forest

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At that moment, he understood what I was going to say.

……

That day, the club activities were coming to an end, and I was waiting outside the tennis club for Fuji to go home as usual.

The days of the first grade of junior high school have crept away like this, from the youthfulness of early spring, the transition of summer time, until now, the familiarity of late autumn.The slightly cold air permeated the skin, and even the mind became much clearer.

An empty campus, few figures and lonely crows.

There are orange-yellow, thread-like clouds remaining in the sky, and the setting sun is gradually sinking in the clear sky.

I glanced at my watch, and it was much later than Fuji's normal departure time.

Vaguely, there seemed to be the sound of tennis balls hitting the ground in my ears, and they sounded very regularly in the faint golden light of the evening.

There will naturally be doubts in my heart, but I am still calm. "Something must have caught him," I thought.

After a long time, the back door of the tennis club was pushed open with a "creak", and I hurriedly stood up from the wrought iron park chair by the roadside.A cloud of white air rose faintly in front of his long exhalation, obviously, winter is coming soon.

However, I was wrong. I didn't know the boy who walked out of the back door, but Tinggan and others mentioned it.He was also a first-year freshman with superb skills and was predicted to be the next head of the tennis department.

His name is Tezuka Kunimitsu.

I just stared at him blankly, the boy's brown hair was faintly red under the smudge of the setting sun.He glanced at me calmly, and the moment we looked at each other, I felt more or less how the majesty, sophistication, and even the "iceberg" used in jokes fit the boy's temperament.

He is just that deep.Even though it was later learned that the first time in the country was the beginning of a nightmare for him, and he suffered a shoulder injury and had to go to Germany for treatment, but he never gave up his persistent dream.

Although now, what is presented in front of me is just a slightly indifferent boy, an ordinary boy who is the same age as me in the sunset.

The pushed back door swayed inertially in the crisp air, and the inflexible gears rubbed against each other, making a monotonous sound of "acridine".

A flash of golden orange flashed on the bright glasses of the young man, and then he closed his eyes and walked towards the school gate with his tennis bag on his back.

My eyes stayed on his gradually shrinking back for a while, and then turned to the dark, open back door again.

Soon, the boy with chestnut hair thoughtfully stepped out the back door.

His expression was a little unusual.

"No two?" I tentatively greeted him first.

Only then did the boy realize my existence, so he raised his head and looked at me in a little surprise in the cold air that was enough to make people tremble all over.At that moment, even the habitual smile disappeared.

"It's honey..." Only when he found out that it was me did he forcefully let go of a half-satisfactory smile, "Sorry for keeping you waiting today."

I quickly shook my head and followed him.

The boy didn't say a word, the deepening and thickening twilight dyed his expression even more gloomy.

Something was rolling silently in my heart.Tezuka, Fuji, what happened to them?Many hypotheses came to mind, but I couldn't find a reasonable explanation.

……

Regarding the confusion of that day, I have never understood it, and he did not mention any of it.It is just a vague feeling that since then, he has stricter requirements on himself in tennis.

A few days later in the afternoon, Teacher Kawashima asked Qian and I to go to her office.

I have searched for dry figure in many places, but to no avail.It wasn't until someone reminded me that "Damn he often goes to the chemical laboratory by himself in a mysterious way", I walked towards the laboratory with a little trepidation.

The clean glass windows reflect the bright white sunlight, and the indoor scene is mostly covered by the dark green curtains inside the glass windows. Only through a tiny slit, you can see the glass test tubes, beakers, and alcohol lamps in the classroom flickering. through the light.

The surroundings are very quiet. Standing outside the laboratory, I can even hear the crisp sound of glassware colliding with each other.

Someone's in there, I'm sure.

It's just why he would come to such a place alone, I really can't figure it out.

Pushing open the door and entering, only to find a pungent sour smell emanating from the rather dark room.So I subconsciously closed the door again, covered my nose and coughed dryly several times.Until the door in front of him was pulled open from the inside by someone.

"Oh, it's Hanada." Qian's deep voice rose in his ears.

"Ahem, what are you doing in there, classmate? It smells so strong!" I asked while coughing, pointing at what could now be called a terrifying laboratory.

"I'm preparing a vegetable juice, which I just named "New Special Acid PowerUpgrade Dry Juice". "The boy pushed his glasses and explained calmly.

I already know about dried vegetable juice, and although I have never tasted it, I have also witnessed its lethality.Yamashita, a classmate boy who used to have lunch with him, passed out after a certain lunch and was dragged back to the classroom by him.After waking up, I just pulled tears and snot from the caring classmates around me with a horrified expression, telling myself that I was just curious about the Chinese food in the kettle, so I reached out to grab a sip.But he didn't expect the taste to turn and turn, and the lingering sound lingered, so that in the end he still couldn't control himself and passed out.

But now, with my nasal cavity instead of my mouth, I can more or less feel the lethality of the unknown gas suspended in the air.

"Mr. Hanada, do you want to try it?" In a daze, Gan's glasses reflected a dangerous white light.I hurriedly shook my hand and then shook my head:

"No...no need!!!"

"Then what's the matter with Hanada looking for me?" Gan didn't bother with the question of vegetable juice, and asked again.

I just came back to my senses, stood up straight and looked at him:

"It's Teacher Kawashima, she told us to go to her office now."

Gan Ming nodded, reached out and locked the door of the chemistry classroom, and walked to the office with me.

I followed him without saying a word.I was thinking about some things randomly in my mind, until the thing that I was very concerned about a few days ago came to my mind.Remembering that the boy next to me was also a member of the tennis club, I opened my mouth and asked:

"What does that..."

The boy turned his head slightly and glanced at me lightly.I swallowed and continued:

"Did something happen to Fuji and Tezuka...?"

"Oh, you mean that thing." Gan said calmly.

"That matter?" I asked in surprise. I thought it was too sensitive, but I didn't expect my "care" to become a fact.

"Well, didn't Buer tell you..." After saying this, Qian paused again, and said to himself, "But he should also know that something is wrong with that kind of ending."

"What exactly happened?" I asked eagerly, thinking that my reaction at the time was quite dramatic, and I would definitely record it into the boy's notebook as data in the future.

"Fuji played against Tezuka."

"Eh?"

"One game determines the winner."

"Then the result...?"

"Fuji won 6-0."

"..."

When the matter was announced, I was shocked at first, followed by shallow joy and then strangeness. All kinds of emotions came one after another, but in the end it just pushed me into deeper confusion.

"Isn't this ending a bit strange?"

"Everyone thinks so, but no one knows the reason." Gan replied calmly as always.

"Tezuka-san, didn't he say he was very strong?" When I said this, I suddenly remembered that he and I looked at each other for just a second that day.A temperament as calm as ice is definitely not something a weak person would have.

Qian finally shook his head, obviously this time, the data did not help him.

"There will be coincidences that escape the data in the world..." said the boy.

……

Teacher Kawashima asked Gan and I to hand over a copy of the materials of the whole class to her, but in the end, this became my task alone.

Because of the idleness of the club, I generously took the job.In addition to thanking him, he said that he must invite me to taste his milk-flavored dry juice next time. Of course, I reached out and refused decisively.

I sat alone in the classroom and looked over the materials Mr. Kawashima gave me, sorted them out one by one, and then carefully filled in the new blank form.Time is like a meandering belt of light flowing slowly around. When everything is completed, there is still a period of time before the end of the club activities.So I reached out and put the materials into my schoolbag, and decided to go to the activity room of the photography department with my camera.

Probably Takeuchi-senpai is still around, I think.

Walking in the corridor where the sun is gradually dimming, occasionally there will be one or two laughter jumping into my ears.As usual, I stopped at the penultimate classroom at the end of the corridor, knocked on the door, turned the handle three seconds later and pushed the door open.

Only this time, it was not the sunny and reliable Senior Takeuchi who appeared in front of him.

The shadow is stretched very long, the orange is mixed with deep red and deep purple, and the air is mixed with subtle depression.In the days of late autumn and early winter, even the sunshine is so short.dark like