[Net King] Only you can see me

It is a singles game on the court.

Qian Chuanmuhe rubbed his blurred eyes, which were hard to focus, and saw the players clearly.

One is King Ni with a pigtail, and the other is...

She opened her eyes slightly, and the person with the fierce style of playing was actually an acquaintance she had known for many years - Fuji Zhouzhu.

Since she went to Santa Maria Academy and the family moved again, she had less contact with him.

The process of the game is intense and exciting.

Qian Chuanmuhe had no intention of watching.

She faintly realized that this was probably the last time she would see Yukimura.

She only stared in Yukimura's direction, watching his every move.

Why would you want to see him again at the last moment?

Qian Chuanmu thought in a confused way.

Probably because he is good-looking.

She stared at the boy in the coat, silly.

The game on the field has nothing to do with her.

She is free from this world, and her eyes are sometimes clear and sometimes blurred.

When it was clear, she tried her best to see every subtle movement on the small half of Yukimura's face that she could only see.

She didn't do anything when it was blurry, just looked at the khaki mass.

Today's wind is particularly restless, blowing across the body, bringing a wave of warmth.

Being able to feel the wind again was a small consolation to Chikawa Muwa.

She put her head on her knees.

The spirit body suddenly became aware, and she could clearly know that her feet were on the ground and she was squatting on the ground.

The sun was getting bigger and bigger, and the people in the auditorium shook their bodies uneasily.

On the contrary, all the discomforts in Qianchuan Muhe's "body" disappeared in an instant.

There is a saying that before death, there will be a short period of time when the whole body is comfortable and the spirit is clear.

Like when the sun has just set, under the reflection of the light, the sky shines for a short time.

So some people call this phenomenon "reflection".

Chikawa Muwa blinked tiredly, not taking his eyes off the court.

Yukimura stood there holding the racket.

His coat billowed behind him.Surrounded by the shouts of Lihai University students: "Always win Lihai University!"

The surrounding voices were noisy, and there were girls talking excitedly, and the words were full of admiration.

"Yukimura-kun standing on the court is like an emperor inspecting his territory."

"Yes, yes, how powerful it is!"

"Ah! Yukimura-kun is so domineering!"

"The king is in the world!"

"It's not King's Landing," Qianchuan Muwa hugged his knees, turned his head and smiled at the girl, "Yukimura is the son of God, and Sanada is the emperor."

There is an essential difference between a child of God and an emperor.

what differences are there?Qian Chuanmuhe can't say it, probably because the two temperaments are different.

"Huh? Then Yukimura-kun, what's your name?"

The girl stared at her with wide eyes, humbly asking for advice.

"He," she rubbed her eyes tiredly, and murmured, "Let the holy light shine."

"Holy light shines..."

The girl turned her head to the court with starry eyes.

Qian Chuanmuhe also looked over.

The competition between Yukimura and the boy named Echizen Ryoma was fierce, and with various tricks, it finally came to an end.

Yukimura lost.

Chikawa Muwa looked at him with a smile.

Her hearing extends along the wind.

"Have fun playing tennis next time."

She heard Yukimura say that.

So, is it relieved?

She closed her eyes and let out a breath.

In fact, I was too worried to see him one last time.Worried that the person she's working so hard for in the end is really all right?Worrying that he won't be able to play tennis anymore.

Now those worries can be put aside.

The body is getting heavy, is the time up?

I can finally leave well.

I promise you to stay by your side, does this count as fulfilling the agreement?

She stood up, patting the dust that didn't exist on her body habitually.

After seeing the hands of the two, he smiled for the last time.

"Yukimura, I'm leaving."

Turning around, the wind blew her dress fiercely.Messed up her long hair.

She smoothed her tangled hair, as if she had thought of something again, her voice was low, scattered by the wind.

"I didn't say it, my name is Qianchuan Muhe."

Well, finally, let's go back and see my parents and brother.

She floated up, her whole body as light as a butterfly fluttering its wings.

She ran against the wind, as if she had returned to her childhood, in the sunflower field, holding the kite string in her hand, laughing and running across the field.

His feet seemed to be on ice crystals, and with every step he took, golden fine crystals sprinkled down.

She is like a witch in a magical world, galloping, her figure being blown away by the wind...

The game was still lost.

Compared with resignation, there is more heartiness in my heart.

Although it is not an ideal ranking, there are very few competitions that allow him to do his best.

"Let's go."

Picking up the tennis bag, he led a group of people towards the door.

In the stepped auditorium, the audience is exiting.

"I met a girl just now, she said that the way Yukimura-kun plays is not the king's rule, but the holy light!"

The girl walking in front of them said to the person next to her unconsciously.

"She's an interesting girl, Akiko."

"Really?" The girl named Mingzi turned her head and looked very interested: "What's her name, do you know her? Huimei."

"I don't know," Hui Mei shook her head: "But her school uniform is quite rare, it doesn't look like this school's clothing."

"Hey, is she pretty?" Ming Zi asked.

"I don't remember, but I know her eyes are green, like gems."

The two walked and chatted, completely oblivious to the person who stopped behind them.

"What's wrong Yukimura?"

Sanada asked Yukimura who stopped at the intersection with some doubts.

He stood there in a daze, as if he had remembered something, with a sad and bewildered expression flashing across his face.

Hearing Sanada's voice, Yukimura came back to his senses.Something called uneasiness was building up in his eyes.

"Sorry, Sanada, I have something to do."

After saying this, he turned around and ran towards the main road, beckoning to stop an empty car.

Before he could react, he reported a place name.

Looking at the receding scenery outside the window, clutching the strap of the tennis bag, my heart was beating violently.

When the game was over just now, he always felt that there was a strong gaze looking at him.

He turned his head to look at the top of the stairs.

It was too far away, and I could only vaguely see a girl in a white school uniform standing there. She was against the light, and her whole body was caught in a halo, which was very blurry.

He didn't care much except for being strange.

And just now, when I heard the conversation between the two girls, a shadow inexplicably flashed in my mind, white school uniform, green eyes.

She said in a vague voice, "I'm here with you, don't be afraid."

Who is it?

He was numb in his heart, and there was someone in his mind urging him to go to that place.

Get out of the car, pay, and walk into the hospital lobby.

The legs, like a memory, drove him up the stairs, turning left through the crowd, turning right.

When I stopped again, it was a familiar place.

He used to live here for a long time and was accompanied by serious illness every day.

The corridor was empty, and the ward where he lived was at the end of the corridor.

At this time, a group of doctors and nurses came quickly from there pushing a cart.

As he passed by, he only had a quick glance before he was stopped.

Lying there was a girl whose face was obscured by her hair and an oxygen mask.

He stared at her, a tightness in his chest that made it hard for him to breathe.

He watched her disappear around the corner, and his eyes fell on her hand—her hand was hanging down, with a string of stones on it, shining blue.

Deja Vu.