Wang Wang's dream color

"Everyone's fighting spirit is very high, this year's situation is very good!"

The tone was joyful, and Ryuzaki, who returned home, looked at Sakurano sitting in front of him, obviously still immersed in today's most intense game.

"Well, everyone has touched me a lot. It has been a long time since I have been so hopeful in my heart."

Nodding solemnly, thinking of those lovely people, Sakura smiled genuinely, "It's really, really great to know everyone in Qinggaku."

"That's it."

Understanding the source of the brilliance in Sakurano's eyes, Ryuzaki sighed knowingly, and smiled involuntarily, "That's good!"

"Yeah. Grandpa Baichuan is here, grandma,"

Sakura changed the subject, "You know."

"Um, well, he called me."

Ryuzaki was startled, then pretended to be nonchalant and opened his mouth.

"He said he hoped you could go to him to meditate for a few days and adjust your status."

"Oh? Grandpa Baichuan came here from the United States just for this? Is he sure that I will agree?"

Hearing Sakura's words, Ryuzaki's face was a little pale, "He misses you too, it's hard to come here, you should go and see anyway."

"Well, yes."

Sakura smiled slightly, and didn't point out the little plan among the elders, "Okay, I can go quietly, I feel that a lot of things have happened recently... When?"

"Three days later!"

Hearing Sakura's promise, Ryuzaki immediately breathed a sigh of relief, "Go in three days, I will contact you at the school."

"it is good."

Nodding her head, Ying Nai got up, her eyes were full of brilliance, "Everything, let's start in three days."

"Well, I see."

In the exquisite wooden house in the mountains, an old man with white beard in black kimono and kind eyes hung up the phone with a smile, and looked at Long Ya who was sitting across from him and was munching on an orange.

"Miss Ying agreed, and will come back in three days."

"It's so fast, I thought she would think about it for a few more days!"

Sitting on the couch unrestrainedly, Longya said thoughtfully, "However, this series of actions are really closely linked. Under a series of offensives, Sakura-chan will agree in the end no matter what. However, if Sakura-chan really doesn't Get ready, if that person pushes so hard, aren't you afraid it will backfire and make things worse?"

"Mr. is naturally fully prepared for doing this."

The old man straightened his face.

"Don't yell at that person all day long, it's too rude!"

"Yes! I know! You should call me 'Mr.'!"

Agreeing indifferently, Long Ya's eyes were full of darkness. Speaking of which, it's really amazing, she is already so feared and respected when she is still growing up...

That man, that emperor.

"By the way, it's hard to go back to Japan, why don't you go back and have a look?"

The old man stroked his beard, his eyes flashed, "You have been away from home for a long time!"

"Forget it! I don't want it!"

Long Ya shook his head, his expression was very much like that foolish Nanjiro.

"I don't want to see that old bastard."

"Really. Then what happened to the group photo that you keep close to your body?"

Still smiling, the old man succeeded in seeing Long Ya stop his movements, "That's your family portrait!"

His face froze, Long Ya pretended not to hear and turned his head, but the hand holding the orange tightened involuntarily, and both of them fell silent.

After a while, the young man who still couldn't hold back jumped up and walked to the door, muttering, "I'm going to practice!"

"Oh! What a family!" Helplessly laughing, the old man murmured and looked at the departing boy, "They are all the same, stubborn and twisted, so awkward!"

A certain person who came out to practice, yelling, walked out and lay down on the slope by the lake, with his hands behind his head and a piece of grass in his mouth. He looked at the blue sky with faint eyes. The mood is flashing.

Taking out the yellowed photo in the old man's mouth from his body, the expression on Long Ya's face slightly put away the unruly in front of others.

He looked at the younger and younger Nanjiro in the photo, squatting with his wife Rinko in his arms. At that time, he was only eight years old and the younger ones stood on the left and right, surrounded by a pile of shining trophies.

"It's really a long time ago!"

Whispering for some unknown reason, Longya stared at the old photos in her hand against the light, and the recalled memories flashed in her mind, it will be very good, no matter if it is the little one, the old bastard, or himself, well...

No matter what happens again, it will be fine.

The breeze blew by, blowing the photo in his hand and making a small sound. He looked at the scene that seemed to come alive in the wind, and laughed again, uninhibited, uninhibited, he was smiling.

On a sunny holiday, Sakura walked into the hospital many times alone with her bag on her back. There were not many people in the corridor, and most of them were patients in hospital gowns walking around.

Inadvertently, she bumped into someone walking towards her, the bag on her shoulder was knocked off, and she was also taken down.

"Excuse me, are you alright?"

With an apologetic tone, a slender but well-articulated hand stretched out in front of Sakura. The owner of the hand was wearing a blue and white hospital gown, with a gentle smile on his delicate face, and a touch of green on his forehead made him slightly pale. There was a trace of anger in his face.

"fine."

Smiling and shaking her head, Sakura stood up from the ground with her strength, and her eyes stayed on the name tag on the boy's chest for a moment, "It was me who was too careless."

"Give."

The boy picked up the bag from the ground and handed it over, "Are you a golfer?"

"Ok?"

Surprised by the boy's question, Sakura was stunned, "Ah, that's right."

"Me too. Although I am recuperating now, I will soon be able to pick up a racket again."

The boy smiled, and stretched out his hand towards Sakura.

"Maybe we can meet again in the future. Let me introduce myself, my name is Yukimura Seichi, please give me your advice."

"Tatsuzaki Sakura."

After hesitating for a second, Sakura Naohui held the young man's Weiliang's hand, smiled softly, "Teach me a lot."

"Then, goodbye by fate."

Yukimura smiled again, nodded and passed Sakurano.

In Yukimura Seiki City, Sakura looked back at the boy's leaving figure, her eyes were dim, and there was still a slight coolness on her hands.

I always feel that his smile is refreshing, but there is also some subtle indifference.

Shaking her head, the corners of Sakura's lips curved slightly, she turned around and continued walking towards the end of the corridor.

Knocking on the door of the consulting room at the end, a familiar voice came out, "Please come in."

There is a whole side of floor-to-ceiling windows in the room. When the young man in a white coat sees Sakura pushing the door in, he pushes his gold-rimmed glasses, and a smile appears on his gentle face, "It's you."

"Well, Doctor Uraba, excuse me."

Akira Uraba motioned Sakurano to sit down and brought a glass of juice, "How are you doing? Is there anything unstable or abnormal?"

"Well, one is that a few days ago, I didn't know why my right hand convulsed for a while, and I also made actions that I couldn't understand and control. So I invite you to take a look."

Putting down the bag on her shoulders, Sakurano looked at Uraba, and the scene of catching the ball that she played that day flashed before her eyes.

"The other is that recently, I have always unconsciously said something that I should not understand. Moreover, I have dreams almost every night, and I am often awakened by nightmares. The coma also happened once recently."

"Oh, is that so?"

Hearing this, Uraba pinched Sakurano's outstretched right hand and frowned slightly, "It doesn't sound very stable."

"Ah."

Uraba has been in charge of Sakurano's condition since she returned to Japan. He seems to be a world-renowned medical expert, but for some reason he gave up the superior working environment abroad and returned to Japan.

But thanks to him, Sakura's condition has been effectively controlled in the past three years, and she also trusts him very much.

"Fortunately, it's not a big problem. It should be the self-defense of body functions."

Putting down Sakurano's hand, Uraba's tone was gentle.

"As for what you said, don't worry, an unstable state is not necessarily bad. Don't you always want to retrieve your memory? Those memory fragments hidden deep in your heart can be in your dreams. You unconsciously in the spoken word."

"Coma...don't be afraid, just stick to your heart and let nature take its course. Go for an examination, and I'll observe again."

"I see."

Withdrawing her hand, Sakura raised her head as if remembering something, "By the way, Dr. Uraba, is the consequence of hitting the arm hard with the racket serious?" It's going to be serious."

"Is there any chance of a cure?"

"If it's not particularly serious, there are still some. However, Japan's treatment level in this area is not very high. If you want to have a good effect, it is more reliable to go abroad."

Uraba saw Sakura's focused face, paused, and said again.

"As far as I know, there is a WS medical center in Germany that is very good and has a good reputation for treatment in this area, but it is a private institution and the conditions for entering treatment are very strict."

"Yeah. I see, thanks."

Solemnly made a note, Sakura got up and left under Uraba's watchful eye, "Then I'll leave first."

"Yes, Ms. Ryuzaki just left."

What Sakurano didn't know was that Uraba made a phone call as soon as she left.

"Yes, it seems that she has subconsciously started to compete with Hecate recently. Her situation is quite special, and it is not recommended to use hypnosis lightly. I need to observe again. I will send you the results of the examination, um, I understand. "

"Also, Ms. Ryuzaki asked about another matter..."

The sunlight shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and Uraba's gentle voice was respectful, and he reported the meeting with Sakurano to the person on the other side of the phone word by word without hiding anything.

On the tram that was moving smoothly, Ying Nai looked thoughtfully at the scenery outside the window, watching the scenery move inch by inch.

Suddenly, her eyes lit up, and her gaze was fixed on one spot when the tram stopped, and she got out of the car with the flow of people without thinking much.

Lying on the bridge, Sakura looked with interest at the two people who were hitting the pitch in the court under the bridge, with a surprised smile on her face, she didn't expect these two people to meet together.

What made Sakura so interested was none other than Echizen and Tezuka who had a duel as agreed.

The situation of the duel can be clearly seen, and there is still a certain gap between the strengths of the two.

Sakurano looked at Tezuka who responded calmly, and the conversation with Uraba before flashed in his mind, "WS."

"Bang!" Still not catching up, Echizen fell in front of the net in some embarrassment, Tezuka slowly walked in front of him, his calm voice carried the wind into the ears of Echizen and Sakurano.

"Echizen, become the pillar of Aigaku!"

That's right, smiling slightly, Sakura stood on a high place, looked at the two people who were looking at each other in the field, turned and left, the pillar of Qingxue, it was a moment worth remembering.

"What's wrong? Are you in a bad mood?"

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Yukimura stopped the pen in his hand, looked at the voice that had been pursing his lips silently since he came in, and asked with concern. "What would you do if you found that the opponent you had been waiting for for a long time didn't take your declaration of war seriously?"

Silence, Izuku's eyes flashed with dissatisfaction, staring straight at Yukimura who picked up a blank sheet of paper with bright eyes and asked a question.

"You care about your opponent."

The slender fingers moved slightly, and Yukimura looked sideways at the girl whose cheeks were puffed up due to anger, and wanted to laugh, "Why are you so obsessed with one person?"

"Because he is the one who wants to win no matter what!"

Seeing Yukimura, he smiled and said nothing, and moved over in dissatisfaction, "You haven't answered me yet! If it were you, what would you do?"

Since the last time she got drunk and had a fuss with Yukimura, she woke up and got along with Yukimura in a very strange atmosphere. From time to time, she would come here to harass Yukimura's "Qingxiu".

"If it were me,"

Yukimura, who attracted Izune's bright and curious eyes, spread out his palm, and put a small origami crane in Izune's palm, "If the mountain is not mine, I will go to the mountain."

Blinking, Ideto looked at Yukimura who was smiling and looking at him, fixed his eyes on the paper crane in his hand, the light from the window sneaked into the room, softly enveloping the two people who were close to each other.

Well, very tacit silence, very harmonious, the picture...