[Net King] That man?The girl!

"It's finally out." Yukimura put down the hood on the back of his casual clothes, showing his beautiful blue-purple half-curly hair. He took a deep breath and showed a relaxed expression, "There is no smell of disinfectant."

"Well," I also don't like the smell of disinfectant in the hospital, it always gives people a bad feeling, "Is there any place you want to go?"

Yukimura shook his head, "I just want to go out for a walk."

That's a headache, where can I go?

"What about you? You said you came here to buy something, what did you plan to buy?" Yukimura asked.

"Buy a racket." I answered honestly. I always have two rackets in my tennis bag. I can replace them if there is any accident. But the Kanto competition is about to start. The water is very deep this year, so prepare an extra racket for safety. , after all, as Danmaku said, this is the world where everything is possible.

Yukimura's eyes narrowed slightly, and then he said gently, "Then let's go buy a racket first."

The process of buying a racket is the process of picking out the type you want and then swinging it. Fortunately, this is a world dominated by tennis, so sporting goods stores have a very complete range of rackets.

"I remember your usual racket is PRINCE." Yukimura leaned gracefully against the cabinet and watched me swing.

"Yes, my PRINCE is lighter, and the swing speed will be faster," it is very suitable for playing smoothly, "I want to buy a slightly heavier one this time, with a higher poundage."

Yukimura nodded and motioned for the salesperson to take down a racket, "Try this."

"WINGHEART?" I looked at the silver-blue racket in my hand. It was really a beautiful color. I weighed it and tried to swing it again. "The one you often use seems to be WINGHEART too?" A racket with a very nice name , unforgettable at first sight.

"what."

"It feels really good." I expressed my satisfaction, and handed it to Yukimura, "Do you want to try it?"

Looking at the racket I handed to him, Yukimura stared at the racket with complicated eyes for an instant, and then retreated in an instant, "No, you choose it quickly." He said, turned and walked out , "I'll wait for you at the door."

'Danmaku-sama, it seems really bad. 'I handed the racket with a beautiful color to the salesperson to check out, and changed the bottom of the racket to K by the way, feeling a bad feeling come true.

'You know girl, it's inevitable. '

'I know, hey...' It's still the same sentence, there is really not much I can do.He must face this battle by himself!

"Don't sigh girl, the racket you bought now..."

'What's wrong with this racket? It's rare to see Mr. Danmaku hesitating to speak like this.

'This color gives me an inexplicable sense of familiarity. '

'Don't ask me, I really don't have any impression at all, and I'm not Liu, I know all the information comparable to a database. 'Also, even if I've read all the anime and manga, I don't know everything about rackets.

'Well, even if you don't have an impression, don't you think Yukimura is a little too familiar with this beat? '

'Wait, you mean...' No, that's what I thought.

'I don't know, I just have a guess. '

'I think maybe we want to be together. 'I took this brand new silver-blue WINGHEART, touched the bottom K, and frowned.

When he came out of the sporting goods store, Yukimura was lying on the fence, staring at the front without moving, that kind of gaze... staring into the abyss.

I reached out and patted Yukimura on the shoulder, he turned his head, the coldness in his eyes was still too late to put away.

He sighed slightly in his heart, "Find a place to sit."

There is a small park on the side of the street for tourists to rest.

I quickly bought two glasses of water and returned, and I handed one of them to Yukimura, "Here."

"Thank you," Yukimura thanked and took it, "Hot milk?"

I sat down with my iced juice, "Ah."

The expression on Yukimura's face was slightly dumbfounded, "You are juice, give me a cup of such hot milk? I'm not a child."

"Your hands are cold." I pointed out righteously that when I handed him the cup, the fingers I accidentally touched were much colder than mine.

Yukimura shook his head and sighed, "My body temperature is lower than yours, you are too careful."

"No discomfort?"

"No," Yukimura took a sip of milk, "I also took medicine on time at noon today."

"That's good, tell me immediately if you feel uncomfortable."

Seeing him nodding his head in agreement, I thought about it before opening my mouth, "That silver-blue WINGHEART just now..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted, "Don't tell me."

I was helpless, "What happened...?"

This time, Yukimura didn't answer, for a long time, he didn't speak again until I finished drinking the juice in the glass, his tone was as cold as the Yips I experienced, as cold as a cold pool, even... desperate, "If, I can't play tennis anymore."

I suddenly turned to look at him.

Yukimura didn't look at me, but stared at his hand, which was trembling slightly.

The minister of Lihai University, on the training ground, is always strong, with an unrivaled aura, defeating opponents without hesitation, and on weekdays, no matter whether he treats people he agrees with gently and gently, or treats strangers The gentleness of alienation is always gentle, although sometimes it is a bit of a bad taste to watch people joke, but now...

I closed my eyes hard, but I said lightly, "Then don't hit me."

Yukimura raised his head suddenly, and stared at me with eyes as sharp as a knife's edge. The person standing at the top can push everyone away with only his courage and eyes. What is it for you? To leave the field, is that unacceptable?"

"Tennis is me!" An unbearable sense of oppression hit my face, almost making me want to regress, "Without tennis, I have nothing."

"Since I have nothing left," the paper cup in my hand crumpled into a perfect parabola and threw it into the trash can, "then what are you afraid of?"

So fear nothing, our king!

Staring at me for a moment, Yukimura gradually restrained his momentum, raised the corners of his mouth, and looked like he was about to laugh, "You are right, if there is nothing left, what am I afraid of?"

Yukimura like this is even more sad than he just looked. Before I realized it, I had already reached out and hugged him, pressing his head on my shoulder, "There is no one else here." The little boy on the street The garden is very quiet.

"What did you say?" The voice was a little muffled.

"Not being afraid doesn't mean not being sad. When anyone is sad, they have the right to cry." The voice was very soft, very soft, "I can't see anything now."

The son of God, who was more arrogant than anyone else in his heart, probably didn't want anyone to see his embarrassed appearance.

The author has something to say: The author has something to do today, so I will only update it. If you don’t want to bully me, come back tonight and make sure you have a surprise update chapter tomorrow~ So, don’t bully me~

By the way, no one doubts why Xiaofeng’s racket is K, haha~