Miss Naoko is always at the Shura Field

You made your promise to Sanada out of the emotion of your youthful friendship.

For you, living in this world is like living in a fairy tale adventure, you can’t feel the entity, every step is like stepping in the colorful forging woven by fairies in the lake, and everything you encounter is like in a fairy tale. A house made of chocolate, sweet and sweet, only exists in the story.

You observe the world carefully, and only emotion can make you feel real.Whether it is fragrant fragrance or bitter and sad feelings, it is really produced by human beings. Every small change of emotions is so delicate and real. They are transmitted from others to your skin, bringing you a kind of cotton tampon. It was full of the dizzy feeling that the heart was warm and slightly itchy and floated up to the sky.

What a beautiful thing sincere affection is.

You put your heart and soul into fulfilling your promise to Sanada.

You don't do much, and you don't actually know what to do.Conveying friendship is a complicated matter, and you, as an intermediary, should not overwhelm the host.

You'll change the water for the plants in the ward, replace the wilted flowers in the water bottle, and bring Yukimura a few books that he might like.

You do things like this when he's playing with the little ones in the hospital yard.

I don't know why, but you have maintained such a tacit understanding and haven't met much.

Once he met you face to face in the corridor, his body seemed to be thinner, but he was in good spirits, and the clean sunshine and golden sand flowed on his face, making his fair cheeks have a metallic texture.

"Going back?" he asked.

"Yes." You lowered your eyelids, not daring to look at his face more.

As a patient, I am afraid that I don't want others to observe carefully the face that has been eroded by the disease and looks fragile.

"Thank you, Yue Jianli classmate."

"It's okay, Sanada-san cares about you very much, I'm just conveying this friendship." You paused, and then said: "Kun Yukimura, please do your best."

For you, these things are just a piece of cake.

But for Yukimura, it is a kind of happiness to see you in the dark days.Your existence is like a young green leaf, hanging on the top of the tree, you don't need to do your best to maintain it, and the spring will germinate naturally.

It's a touch of everyday happiness.

He didn't want to destroy this feeling of stolen happiness, and any further step would be a threat.

He looks at your comings and goings, he will feel stable when you are in the ward, and he will touch the books you sent after you leave. The soft texture of the surface of the books is like the satin on your hair.

But every once in a while he'll have an urge to tell you exactly what's on his mind.

"That guy, Genichiro, is really self-assertive..." He smiled wryly, suppressed that passion again, and stacked the books you sent one by one, slowly, as if stacking books on his heart .

Then turn on the phone and read your messages countless times.

【Jingshi, you will definitely get better. When you get better, let's go to the Impressionist exhibition together】

"To go to the Impressionist exhibition together" is a beautiful longing. I don't know if it comes from your sympathy at the moment, but the premise is "to get better."

Sometimes he imagined the high spirits after the successful operation, but more often he fell into the bottomless pit built by fear, unknown and unwillingness.

What if it doesn't get better?Such words are nothing but unnecessary consolation.

He's not blaming you, he's hating himself.

If he is in good health, the invitation should be from him, not from pity or some second-rate affection from you as ordinary encouragement.

He wants you to accept his invitation because of joy and excitement. What he needs is real love, not a disguise of love.

This peaceful daily life continued until the Kanto Competition.

In the final of the Kanto Tournament, Yukimura happened to be undergoing surgery.

The success rate of the operation is not high, but he has to do it.

He can't live without tennis.

He also needs to get better and fulfill his agreement with you.

You didn't go to the hospital on the day of the final, where Yukimura's family and members of the tennis club would rush there after the match.

You should not stand in the way of a deeper friendship.

The Kanto Contest won the championship, and Yukimura-kun's surgery was successful, so he must be happy.You think so.

The next day, you go to the hospital.There, the first thing you encounter is Sanada.

Sanada's face was filled with guilt.

You have heard the news of the defeat in the Kanto Contest.

"Thank you these days, Tsukimiri-san." When Sanada said, the guilt on his face became more obvious.

You feel sorry for the boy.After Yukimura was hospitalized, the burden of the tennis club fell on him. As a friend and deputy director, he felt that he was very negligent.

"It's okay, Sanada-kun." Your expression is like stroking a wounded lion, "Is the operation successful?"

"Successful." There was finally a trace of relief in his tone.

"But in the Kanto competition, we didn't win the championship." Sanada said discouragedly, while failing to fulfill the promise with Yukimura, he also failed to fulfill the promise with you, which added another layer of pain to him.

"Please don't be discouraged, Sanada-kun, and take back the championship in the national competition. This failure will make the next victory even sweeter, won't it?"

Sanada was moved by your words, his eyes sparkled, and his entire face showed the determination of a Spartan warrior.

He nodded and said: "Yes, you are right, we can no longer slack off, we will definitely win the national competition."

You smiled with satisfaction, you know this is the boy's promise to you again.

You looked into the ward and said, "Then I don't want to go there. Yukimura-kun probably doesn't want to see outsiders now."

Sanada didn't say anything, perhaps acquiescing to your point of view.

You go out with Sanada, and when you get to the door, you see everyone from the tennis club waiting there.

Seeing you, Nioh Masaharu greeted immediately: "Naoko, let's go home together."

You nod your head.

The setting sun is slanting, Masaharu Nioh is standing on your right, his slender figure covers a large area of ​​sunlight for you.

You are surrounded by members of the tennis club, and they follow your footsteps unhurriedly, like a knight guarding a princess.

However, a knight knows that he is a knight, but you don't know that you are a princess.

The golden light of the setting sun painted this scene with a layer of dusk color.Clouds of different shades of yellow mixed with ochre moved quickly, quickly covering the sun, the sky quickly darkened, and the horizon was lit by neon lights.

What would the boy still in the hospital be doing?

He must want to recover immediately and pick up the racket again, right?

Come on.

You pick up your phone and open the illustrated book again, only to find that the game has been upgraded.

[Fixed the timeline bug]

Timeline?

You open the information panel and find that everyone's age has suddenly increased by one year, and the system time has been adjusted from last year to now.

It shouldn't have any effect, right?

You thought about it casually, turned off your phone, and fell asleep.