Yukimura's shadow

We parted so naturally, as naturally as the leaves fall from the branches in autumn.

Even if there is a little bit of distress, it is just like the momentary slight pain when the leaves leave the branches.

——Uno Chiyo

The blizzard in Yokohama has been severe for the past two days, but fortunately, the winter vacation just happened, and students do not need to go to school, which greatly reduces the probability of accidents.

The day after Yukimura returned home, Genichiro Sanada came to visit.

Genichiro Sanada was sitting on the big carpet in his room with Seiichi Yukimura at this time.

As soon as he opened the schoolbag, it was full, except for some books and materials, among which a stack of CDs was particularly noticeable.But this is not a story that has to be told with a beautiful girl.

"These are the videos of the weekly training games, most of them are from Liu Lu, others..." Sanada threw the heavy schoolbag on the ground, and while taking out the plate, he said, it seemed that he hit something when he threw the schoolbag. He didn't notice it at all.

His mind was full of Marui Bunta holding up the camera and jumping up and down all over the field without stopping at all. Thinking of this, he couldn't help bursting a vein in his head.

"Cough... other people have more or less their own style." Sanada is not a guy who is good at lying, even though he still has a serious face, those little tricks betrayed him neatly.

"That's it."

Yukimura smiled when he heard the words, but did not expose it.It seems that in the days when he was not around, everyone got along pretty well.

"Suddenly I'm looking forward to it even more." Yukimura shook the plate in his hand, Sanada turned his head a little embarrassed, and happened to see a book on the carpet.

"Yukimura, when did you start throwing books away?" Sanada frowned and reached out to take the book.Masami, who finally moved to the side of the book and was about to pick it up when Sanada was not paying attention, widened her eyes angrily.

This guy, he discussed it with Yukimura.I was reading a book on the sidelines, but in the blink of an eye, the book was blown away.

"Just put it there." Sanada just got the book when Yukimura suddenly stopped him.

"Huh?" Sanada raised his head suspiciously, it's not Yukimura's habit to throw things around.

"...That's what Shili saw. This guy was lost and left behind. He might come back to look for it later. It's better to put it back where it was."

"Really..." Sanada paused for a moment before putting the book back slowly.

"Yeah." Yukimura glanced at Masami without any trace.

"Si Li is so young, I started watching Uno Chiyo. It's amazing."

Naturally, what Sanada said was not questioning anything, even if he had doubts, he would probably ignore it because the other party was Yukimura.

"It's not like that bastard Sasuke."

Sanada Sasuke, Sanada's nephew, was often sent home to practice kendo, and much of the burden of teaching him fell on Sanada's shoulders.

But even though he looked harsh, Genichiro actually liked that guy quite a bit, but his expression was more reserved.

"Well, she's my sister after all. Isn't it normal to be smart?" Yukimura looked calm, and he was never shy when he said such things.

Nagasawa Masami on the side couldn't help but glared at him, and the smile on his face deepened.

Yukimura randomly pulled out a CD, got up and went to the computer to start the CD drive and put it in.There is a label on the outside of each disc to indicate the time, but he probably doesn't have time to read it one by one.

"Then, let me see what level everyone is at now... If there is no improvement—"

A harmless smile slowly curled up at the corner of his mouth, and the unfinished words were dissipated in the noise of the CD drive running.

The computer is placed on Yukimura's desk. This is what his father just bought for him this summer, and he hasn't used it a few times.Yukimura and Sanada sat in front of the computer together, staring intently at the screen.

While Genichiro Sanada wasn't paying attention, Masami hurriedly reached out and took the book over. When she got it, the book also became invisible.

As a result, I looked at it for a while, but I couldn't see it anymore.

She got up and stood behind Yukimura, looking over his shoulder, she could see the red rubber and green leather tennis court, the small balls that shuttled non-stop, and the teenagers who kept running for it.

This time, it was the guy with the white pigtails against the guy who was chewing bubble gum even when he was on the field.

Yami has never played tennis before, and it can even be said that she has never learned about it and has no interest in it.

Today, for some reason, I read it in a strange way.

And even if it was a practice match, the Tennis Club of Lihai University did not disappoint.Although she couldn't understand it, it didn't prevent her from finding it wonderful.

Unknowingly, she lay on the back of Yukimura's chair.Yukimura felt the back of his chair sink, knowing that it was her, he didn't care, and continued to examine the game situation of his teammates.

I don't know how long they have been playing at this point. The teenagers in the video are all wet, and all the khaki team uniforms are stuck to their bodies. Thinking about it, they are a bit sticky, but there is something else shining in their eyes.

Masami looked down at Yukimura, the purple iris-like boy was leaning casually on the chair, squinting his eyes slightly, with a solemn expression she had never seen before, like a king, a king in a military parade.

Suddenly Masami felt a strong desire in her heart.

I'd love to see what he looks like on the court.

----

Tang-style buildings full of ancient charm are equally beautiful no matter where they look, including hell.

Fortunately, due to financial considerations, under the strict supervision of the ghost lamp, Lord Yan Wang finally did not spend a lot of money to buy some flashy things to decorate the office.I heard that Master Yan Wang secretly wiped the small handkerchief because of this incident.

In short, there are not many objects displayed in the main hall, but the desk in the center is the most conspicuous.

There were piles of documents on the desk. The man was sitting upright, flipping through the documents with one hand, and writing with a brush in the other without blinking.

Tang Gua, who was sitting by the case to help pack the memorial, was dreaming of eating candied haws, when he suddenly heard the sound of a broken pen, waking up from the dream.

The white-haired little guy glanced guiltyly at Lord Ghost Lamp who was kneeling on the stage, seeing that he was just staring at the memorial with an unhappy expression on his face, Tang Gua immediately wiped the corner of his mouth with his cuff guiltily, and glanced hurriedly At the crime scene, I didn't feel relieved until I couldn't see my saliva marks everywhere.

Fortunately, Mr. Ghost Lantern didn't pay attention to his small gestures, and took out a new brush from nowhere with a flick of his hand, and while he was out of ink, while looking at the memorial, he was playing with the brush in his hand in a rare manner with.

He threw the memorial with a snap, smashed it on the table, and finally fell to the ground.Tang Gua hurried over to pick it up. The memorial was spread out, and some inscrutable words such as "loopholes in the plane" could be vaguely glimpsed written on it.Tang Gua obediently folded the memorial and put it back on the case, not daring to read more.

Ghost Lantern didn't care much about the memorial. According to his current mood, he would not be able to make him very happy even if he greeted people with a mace...

"Tsk... Did that living soul wake up a few days ago?"

Tang Gua moved his little head, and soon remembered who he was talking about.

Lord Ghost Lamp happened to inspect Tanggua's area that day, and before he had time to say a word to him, the dog named Xiaobai among the three Momotaro brothers suddenly came out, saying that he didn't like to go to hell This is a living soul, please go and check it out quickly, my lord.

I don’t like to go to hell to punish sinners who abuse animals. Some of them are psychic animal jailers, but more of them are fierce beasts. Two days ago, because there were too many fierce beasts, it was difficult to manage. Send more people.

How could a living soul appear in such a place?

At that time, when the adults heard the news, the angry expression on their faces was almost the same as it is now.

It's a pity that Tang Gua was on duty that day and couldn't watch the excitement.It didn't take long for the jailors to spread the word, saying that Lord Ghost Lantern brought back a living soul from Hell, and...it was a woman.

The hell of that day seemed to explode. All of a sudden, there were rumors about heroes saving the beauty, past and present, and so on. Ah Xiang was so excited that she skipped work and went straight home to draw a book.

But in fact, the ferocious beast was just a little bit attracted by the wonderful smell of the living soul, and as soon as Mr. Ghost Lamp approached, it scared the hell out of it—this is the version in Xiao Bai's mouth.

Anyway, everyone is very curious about this matter.After get off work, Tanggua took her friend Eggplant and couldn't wait to see it.

The girl was very beautiful, like those models in the human magazine, she should be a much more obedient guy than that Voldemort.

There was an endless stream of people coming into the room, and the next day, even Lord Bai Ze, who was far away in heaven, knew about it, and even sent a letter to tease him.Lord Ghost Lantern thought it was noisy, so he drove everyone out with a wave of his hand.After thinking about it, I found it troublesome, and wanted to throw this hot potato out.

Tang Gua's brain became hot, and he took over the job of taking care of the living soul. Unexpectedly, after a few days, the girl didn't wake up. It reminded him of the story of "Sleeping Beauty" in the fairy tale of the world that he saw by chance. .

"Report to Lord Ghost Lantern, the living soul has not yet awakened." He explained honestly.

Ghost Lamp responded coldly, resting his chin on one hand, drooping eyebrows, thin lips tightly pursed, black shattered hair hanging around his horns, and his collar, which was as red as flowers on the other side, made his skin fairer.

Well, Mr. Ghost Lantern is also a rare handsome man...

Looking at Tang Gua, I couldn't help but think, that Mr. Voldemort looks okay, but... he has a bad temper. They have the same attributes, so they are not suitable...

Cough, Tang Gua doesn't admit that Ah Xiang has instilled any strange ideas into his little brain in the past two days.

The author has something to say: It was supposed to be posted last night...but I was too sleepy, so I left the modification task until the morning

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