[Net King] Bright Summer

In this small coffee shop near Lihai University campus, Tezuka and Fuji sat facing each other by the window. There were not too many people in the coffee shop at this time, and the glass on the round wooden table There were a few yellow roses in the cup, a cup of steaming coffee was placed in front of Tezuka, and Fuji held a cup of warm milk in his hand to take a sip.

Tezuka was a little distracted, an American country music by John Denver was playing in the coffee shop. , I heard this song by accident in a cafe in the countryside. At that time, I was attracted by the simple and smooth style of the song. I asked the girl in the coffee shop for the name of the song, but I was mistaken for an excuse to strike up a conversation. I got the name of the song, but music was not the mainstream of my life at that time. Soon after, this song was gradually forgotten by myself. Although I feel different when I hear this song again now, I still bear it. Can't help but listen carefully again.

Fuji Zhouzhu put down the cup in his hand and looked at the person opposite. He hadn't seen each other for three years, obviously he had changed a lot, but when he glanced over, he still felt that this person was still the same as the one who brought him infinite happiness three years ago. There is no doubt that Tezuka, who is motivated, is the soul of Qingxue. In recent years, Qingxue has repeatedly stopped winning national championships. It is not because Qingxue does not have excellent tennis players, but because Qingxue lacks a real leader.Fuji quietly looked at Tezuka Kunimitsu who had no expression on his face, and the corners of his mouth could not help but rise slightly; "Come back to Qingxue, Tezuka."

Tezuka's sudden words brought Tezuka back to his senses from the melodious music. He frowned slightly and looked at Fuji. After a long time, he said lightly, "Li Haida is not bad."

At that moment, Fuji Zhousuke's face turned pale, and his hand holding the spoon stopped in mid-air, and after a while, he slowly retracted it.

Tezuka is easy to immerse himself in his own world, but because he was born with an iceberg face so others can't see it, and he is too indifferent to things other than tennis by nature. This time meeting with Fuji, in his opinion , It was just an ordinary gathering, Tezuka's words almost indicated that he would not return to Qinggaku.

Fuji Shusuke said, "Eiji and the others trust you."

Tezuka Kunimitsu's eyeballs moved slightly, but he remained unmoved, just sideways looking out the window silently, no one could see what he was thinking.

Neither of the two spoke again, and the atmosphere seemed a bit dignified, until Fuji spoke again, and he said, "I really can't understand..."

Holding the rim of his glasses, Tezuka said coldly, "There are too many things that this world cannot understand."

Fujisuke tilted his head, smiled twice and said, "But what I can't understand is that only Tezuka is still the same uncle with an iceberg face as he was three years ago."

"Fuji!" Tezuka almost forgot that this person in Qingxue is actually the most vicious.

Fuji put his hands on his cheeks and looked at Tezuka Kunimitsu who was sitting opposite. He was wearing the student uniform of Lihai University. When we first met, he almost didn't recognize him. Tezuka in Kaida uniform is so handsome."

"Fuji!" Faced with Fuji's ridicule, Tezuka just gave Fuji a faint look, and Fuji quickly waved his hands and chuckled twice.

After a few simple words, the two quieted down again. They hadn't seen each other for three years. Fubu couldn't help feeling a little bit embarrassed. He looked at Tezuka and said, "We all miss you very much, and you are the only one who can lead us back to the national championship. .”

"I can't play tennis anymore," Tezuka Kunimitsu said. .

Looking up at Tezuka, Fuji said firmly, "What we want to get back is that belief."

"I can't go back to Qingxue!"

Tezuka raised his right hand and put it flat on the table. Although he left Qingxue to Germany three years ago to participate in the professional net, Tezuka paid attention to every major competition in Qingxue, and Qingxue never set foot in the national competition after these three years The pinnacle of the championship, what this team lacks Tezuka knows very well. If he returns to Qinggaku again, Tezuka doesn't know whether the spirit of Qinggaku can still be passed on.

"Fuji." Tezuka suddenly looked at Fuji seriously; "Why do you know how to play tennis?"

Why do you know how to play tennis...Because he loves playing tennis the most with the person he loves, so he has been working hard to stand with him.

However, he couldn't say these words, so Fuer Zhou Zhu half-closed his eyes and said softly with a smile at the corner of his mouth; "Because I like it."

"But when I watched the video of your open match, I didn't feel your passion for tennis at all."

Fuji Shusuke looked at Tezuka dumbly and said in a low voice; "That's waiting for someone." Tezuka Kunimitsu didn't hear clearly what Fuji said just now, he frowned and looked at Fuji in puzzlement.

Fuji smiled and looked at Tezuka: "Is Tezuka really not going back to Qinggaku?"

Tezuka twisted a cube of sugar into the coffee cup, stirred it a few times with a teaspoon, and put the teaspoon aside, but didn't pick it up; "I remember when you asked me which time of the day I like best .”

"Of course I remember." Fuji Zhousuke nodded; "You said you like the early morning of the day, because early morning is the beginning of hope." But I like the night best, because the night can make me miss someone unscrupulously.

"But now my favorite is noon, because at this time hope will be infinitely magnified." When Tezuka Kunimitsu said this, he suddenly thought of Sanada's stern face, no matter what he did, he was serious and strict. He is as dazzling as the sun, and the strong spiritual power gathered by this king-like man is exactly what Qingxue lacks at present.

Tezuka looked at him solemnly; "Fuji, if possible, take the initiative to have an overnight training with the Lihai University Tennis Club." Qingxue, who may not be mature yet, will definitely find his own direction.

"Ah, I'll think about it."

Tezuka asked Fuji, "How are you all?"

Bu Er Zhou Zhu smiled and said: "Go back and have a look and you'll know."

"If you're free, let's get together." Tezuka put down the coffee cup he picked up at some point and said to Fuji, "I might go back to school, but I probably can't go back to Tokyo together."

"Isn't school already over?"

"Suddenly remembered that there are still some things in school that haven't been finished."

"Then I'll go back to Tokyo first." At the door of the coffee shop, Fuji had been watching Tezuka's background slowly disappear before turning and leaving.

It has been a long time since I returned to the campus of Lihai University, and the activities of various clubs in the school have already ended. Tezuka wandered to the Tennis Club of Lihai University. In fact, it is not difficult to find the Tennis Club of Lihai University. , because from time to time on the road you can see students carrying tennis bags and wearing tennis sportswear going out from the main road on the east side of the school.

The temperature in the evening at the end of spring is very comfortable, and you can hear the sound of vigorously hitting the tennis ball when you are still some distance away from the tennis club. It is already so late, is there anyone still training in the tennis club?

Tezuka walked over to where the sound came from. Standing behind a big tree next to the iron net, Sanada was practicing hitting on the tennis court.

Sanada was the only person on the empty tennis court. He was facing away from Tezuka Kunimitsu and was facing the wall to practice the ball movement. There were beige tennis balls scattered all over the ground beside him. Obviously, he had Practiced for quite a long time.

It was dusk, and a thin layer of brocade in the sky rendered the entire tennis court orange. On the bench next to it was a black baseball cap, white towels folded into squares and placed on the bench, and a blue towel. A large water glass, and a flat-folded yellow sports jacket from the Lihai Tennis Club, and a black tennis bag leaning on the bench. Everything is neatly and orderly, and it looks like Sanada Strict demeanor.

The evening wind blew Sanada's black broken hair, and he was wearing short sleeves, showing his strong muscles on his arms. Even if it was just a simple ball-drawing practice, every movement he made was absolutely impeccable. You can hear the sharp sound of airflow when the tennis racket is swung out, the sound of the tennis ball bouncing back when it is hit against the wall, and the friction sound of the sneakers against the ground when you are jumping on the road...

At this time, because of the excessive force, the ball hit suddenly bounced back vigorously. Tezuka thought that he would not catch it at such a distance, not to mention that it was just an ordinary dribbling training, but Sanada on the court jumped suddenly. He got up and rushed to the side, the yellow ball that was about to hit the ground was successfully rescued, but Sanada also fell to the ground because of this action, facing the rebounding tennis ball again, he stood up again to catch it... ...Tezuka couldn't help but think back to the match with Sanada three years ago, even if it was the last ball, even if the ball fell on the net and could only be resigned to fate, he had to use his momentum to force him back to the opposite court.

When Tezuka clenched his fists unconsciously, his nails sank deeply into his palms. He admitted that it was only because he couldn't help but see Sanada's ordinary tennis training and his heart boiled. This feeling has never been since he retired. Tezuka thought that his heart could calm down, but he didn't know how to describe it other than deep admiration when he saw Sanada who was so serious about taking the ordinary ball practice.

After the new round of whipping practice, Sanada took a deep breath, picked up the towel on the stool and wiped his sweat, then folded the used towel and put it back in its original place, then squatted on the ground to pick up the scattered ones. ground tennis...

Tezuka couldn't restrain his beating heart, he couldn't understand where this throbbing came from, but he couldn't help but want to get closer to this person who was radiating light from his deep body.

Tezuka Kunimitsu leaned against the tree behind him, covered his chest with his left hand and sighed. He turned his head sideways and unexpectedly saw Liu Renji standing on the main road not far away. Sanada on the court, his thin figure was dragged very long by the sinking sun. When Tezuka looked at Liu from the side, Liu happened to turn his head to look at Tezuka.

Neither of the two made a sound, Tezuka pushed his slid glasses, turned and left.

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