[Net King] That man?The girl!

After the New Year's holiday, the school resumed classes, and of course the tennis club resumed its activities.

Although the weather is very cold, after exercising, the body will warm up soon, and not long after that, the competition also started.

In the midst of substantial study, departmental activities, and competitions, this semester is slowly coming to an end, and the spring break will naturally come as scheduled, and after the spring break, I will also be promoted to the third year of junior high school.

'I feel like I've grown up a little girl again. '

'Have it?Can't see any changes. 'I stared at the mirror and looked left and right.

'You can't see it if you look at it every day, but it has grown a lot. If you don't believe me, you can compare the photos from last year's national competition. '

'If you say that, wait for me to look for it. '

I found out the photos I took when I won the national competition last year, and I took a closer look, 'Really, I feel that there are a lot of changes in this comparison, and it feels smaller before. '

"The third year of junior high school is the day when the plot of the prince playing tennis officially begins. Of course, you have to fully grow up. You are not taking the cute and cute route. How can a cold and beautiful boy have a kawaii face." '

'Well, everyone will grow up, but to be honest, although they are all good-looking, none of them are like Guo Sansheng. '

'Girl, don't your knees hurt? '

'I'll go, and I'll shoot myself too. '

'Don't worry about these details, just look good, and you too. '

'But if this continues, will I age prematurely? '

'Eat more instant noodles. '

'Why? '

'There are preservatives. '

'Oh, then I'm prematurely old. '

'Worried girl, by the way, how do you plan to arrange the spring break?The tennis club will also have a few days off, what do you want to go out to play for a few days? '

'of course……'

'Um? '

'Go to Tokyo!I haven't seen Bueru for almost two months after the new year, and I really want to see him, "Although we are in contact with each other, real people are different after all," and Yuta, who I didn't see last time, must have grown into a more mature person. What a cute boy. '

'The girl is very honest, she even said that she has no second thoughts.But if you say this, does it mean that you were finally led by Yukimura? '

'Stupid Danmaku-sama, is it because I miss you, not because I miss you! '

In the last small game before the holiday, the Lihai University Tennis Club won as a matter of course. Although there was nothing special to celebrate, after the game, everyone unanimously decided to visit Yukimura in the hospital.

"Minister, we're here to visit you." Marui Asokimura held up the cake box in his hand. He brought cakes every time, but ended up eating them himself every time. Maybe that's why he brought cakes every time?

Yukimura also looked very happy when he saw us coming, with a gentle and warm smile.

Hearing that we ended the game, although Yukimura was not worried, he naturally also cared about the result, "So, did everyone win?" They didn't ask how the result was, but directly asked whether they won.

"Win." Marui blew bubbles.

"Win, puri." Nioh held a tennis ball in his hand, which disappeared in his palm for a while, and appeared again for a while.

"Of course I won." Kirihara said arrogantly, "Those people are too bad."

"I won." It was me in the end, ending lightly.

Sanada concluded, "Even if it's just a game of this level, our Rikkai University Tennis Club will never allow any slack!"

'It's all about fighting for face. '

'Pfft, Mr. Danmaku, don't say such words suddenly. '

'Exercising your ability to keep expressions on your face. '

'Already very calm. '

After chatting and laughing for a while, seeing that it was getting late, everyone bid farewell to Yukimura and left.

As soon as I walked downstairs, I suddenly remembered something, stopped and said to others, "Go first, I forgot to give Yukimura the course selection list."

The teacher asked me to bring it to Yukimura a few days ago, but I almost forgot about it because of the incident in the competition.

When I returned to the ward, the door was still open. The boy with blue-purple hair was sitting on the edge of the bed looking out of the window, holding back his gentle smile. The expression on the boy's face seemed a little indifferent, so indifferent that it was almost lonely.

Since that conversation, even though he was hospitalized, the minister who appeared in front of us, although his complexion is not as healthy as before, his spirit is not too bad, his expression is as gentle as ever, and occasionally he will make some harmless jokes, laugh Seeing that others are speechless, but as it is now, all the parts about the son of God or the tennis minister are removed, and people suddenly realize that in fact, Yukimura Seichi is only a 14-year-old, enduring the pain and pain. man tortured teenager.

It's heartbreaking...to be caught off guard.

So that step into the ward, I couldn't get out no matter what, but I was standing at the door, but Yukimura turned around as if feeling something, saw me, was slightly surprised, and then smiled, "Why? Back again, did you forget something?"

Gathering up my mood, I nodded and walked into the ward, "I forgot to give you the course selection list for next semester."

He took out the course selection list and handed it to him, "You don't have to worry about choosing slowly, I'll get it in two days." Just hand it back to the school before the spring break.

"Okay." Yukimura took it. He was also very familiar with the curriculum of Rikai University, so he put it down after looking at it.

After the things were given, I didn't say goodbye again, but sat down again.

Yukimura was puzzled, "Is there anything else?"

"No, I'll sit for a while." For Yukimura, there's not much I can do for him, just... trivial company.

It was just ordinary words, for some reason, Yukimura laughed. After laughing, he handed over the book on his lap.

I took it, and looked at the cover of the book with some confusion, "Poems? What are you doing for me?"

"If you have nothing to do, read this to me."

"Reading for you?" I was even more puzzled, why would I suddenly want to listen to my reading, if I really wanted to say something, my current voice is not suitable for reciting, it is too cold and monotonous, without any passion.

Yukimura clicked on the cover of the poetry collection with great interest, "Because if I ask you to sing, I will always guess what the tune of this song is."

I silently turned my face away silently.

Although he definitely answered the wrong question, he couldn't refute it at all. Help me.

"You are not the type who is good at speaking long words to comfort people. Seeing that you are holding back uncomfortably," Yukimura smiled. "Poetry is the sound of the heart. If you read it with your heart, people will definitely feel it when you hear it." After a pause , with a little teasing, "Besides, if you come to read it, you will find it pleasant just by listening to the sound."

"Yukimura..." He never forgets to make fun of me.

After our king laughed, "Let's start reading from page No.15."

"Okay." Turn to the page Yukimura said, and start.

The author has something to say: Haha, if someone asks about CP, there will be CP!The author is not a party without CP, as for what CP is, hehe, what do you think?