[Net King] Only you can see me

The windows were open and the wind was blowing in.Blowing the pages of the book in the hands of the opposite person.

Yukimura supported his face with his hands, carefully observing every move of the person opposite him.

She is very serious, solving math problems without distraction, and frowns slightly when she encounters something she can't figure out--it's completely different from how he imagined her before.

During that special period of hospitalization, he couldn't see her face clearly, it was hazy and shrouded in a cloud of fog all the time.

But he could hear the emotion in her voice, which was always smiling and encouraging.

Thinking of this, his eyes suddenly dimmed.

He thought of the conversation with Kiritani Kuraki on the school rooftop.

Ever since he remembered everything, he wanted to know why she had appeared in the hospital and lived in that form for a while.

It's just that he didn't open his mouth all the time, he didn't know if that would touch her bottom line.He thought it would be a long time before he would know the whole story, but he didn't expect the opportunity to come so suddenly.

He still remembered Tong Gu Cang Ji standing by the iron net and talking.

Seriously, faintly.

"Not long ago, because of his bravery in saving a child in the elementary school, Muhe was accidentally injured and was in a coma in the hospital for several months."

"In a coma for no reason, everyone looks forward to her waking up every day."

"At that time, I still thought that it would be too unacceptable for such a lively and cheerful person to suddenly lie on the bed without moving."

"Fortunately, she is fine now, fortunately."

With a few simple words, Yukimura pieced together the general idea of ​​what happened.

Courageous?

She does look like that.

Being able to care about and encourage others when he is "uncertain about his life or death", and has been by his side all the time.The feeling of peace in my heart can still be felt when I think about it now.

Although she doesn't look like someone who would be so enthusiastic.Not like someone who would be so gentle.

"Are you looking at something?"

Sensing the sight of the person opposite, Chikawa put down his pen, tilted his head, and blinked.

"Heh," Yukimura put down the hand that was dragging his chin, and turned over a page of the book: "I'm reading... Maybe Muhe is unexpectedly a very nice, kind, and considerate person."

"What an accident." Qianchuan Muhe muttered.

Although she looks a little different.

"Muhe," Yukimura stared at her dissatisfied expression, and suddenly asked seriously, "Would you like to go somewhere with me later?"

Yukimura loves to laugh, so once he stops smiling, Chikawa Muwa will subconsciously obey everything he says. For example, now, she nods in agreement without asking why or where, very solemnly.

Kanagawa is close to the sea, which is very comfortable.

Qian Chuan Muhe squatted in front of the camellia tree, counting the leaves.

"This camellia tree is beautiful when it blooms."

Yukimura squatted beside her, posing pictures of camellia trees that he had taken before.

"Ah, it's beautiful."

Qian Chuanmuhe looked at those photos, feeling a little helpless.

She didn't know what Yukimura was going to do.

Ever since he promised to go to a place with him that day, he always took time to take her to various places.

There are hospital wards, corridors and rooftops.

There is also the home of her grandparents now.

More than that, his home and his room.

Qian Chuanmuhe said: It's really hard to guess a man's mind.

Not only did she want to hold a pot of daisies with only leaves left with him and talk about romantic things in the hospital.

He still has to squat in front of his grandparents' house, facing the camellia tree with only leaves, recalling its glorious past.

He even listened to "Amazing Grace" and "Song of the Seasons" with him.

The world is falling apart.

Qian Chuanmuhe said that she really wants to go back to Mars!

"Do you remember anything?"

After showing her the photo, Yukimura asked cautiously.

Qian Chuan Muhe honestly shook his head.

"Isn't that okay too?"

Yukimura's eyes flickered with disappointment.

After a while, his eyes lit up again.

"Maybe there."

The weather is getting colder.

There are also fewer outdoor sports.

Chikawa Muwa didn't know why she came to this place.

Sitting in the stands, you can only see the stadium surrounded by iron nets below.

"In the summer, Li Haida participated in the finals of the national competition here."

Yukimura sat next to her.

"Li Hai lost a lot, and I lost too."

He slowly talked about what happened not long ago.

He turned his head to look at her: "Do you want to have a fight with me?"

"That's why you brought your tennis racket?"

Chikawa Muwa pointed to the racket at his feet.

"Muhe is so smart."

Yukimura smiled and praised.

What he didn't say was that he didn't just want to fight her, but also wanted her to remember something.

something forgotten.

For Chikawa Muwa, who has only been learning tennis for a few months, the match with Yukimura was very easy.He hits the ball at every angle that is comfortable for her, and the water is very obvious.

Even if the water is released, Yukimura on the court is very imposing.

Qian Chuanmuhe thought it was amazing, she would occasionally watch Yukimura play with others.That is from the perspective of a bystander, never standing in this opposite place.

What are they talking about Yukimura?

God's son.

Indeed, it is the kind of natural aura that makes people admire and awe.

"Holy light shines."

Qian Chuanmuhe propped up the tennis racket, and said a word without beginning or end.

Yukimura paused when he reached for the ball, the yellow ball grazed the racket and landed behind him.

"what?"

He looked at Qianchuan Muhe complicatedly.

"When I said Jingshi played, it was in the light of the Holy Light."

Chikawa rubbed his wrist peacefully, but he was puzzled by Yukimura's reaction.

His reaction was too weird, not at all like that calm Yukimura.

"Someone said that before."

Yukimura simply didn't pick up the ball, and stood forward, talking with Chikawa.

"She also said that playing basketball is a happy thing. It doesn't matter if you don't take it seriously, and it doesn't matter if you lose. From the beginning, I played for fun. Later, if I was too persistent, I deviated from my original intention."

Chikawa Muwa nodded in agreement.

"She is a very kind person," Yukimura looked straight into her eyes: "She always encouraged me when I was sick, and said she would stay with me."

"He's a nice guy."

Chikawa Muwa sincerely appreciates it.He is obviously a possible rival in love, but after hearing Yukimura's description like this, he can't hate him at all.

Probably... very similar to myself?

"Playing here that day, I lost. I was told it was fun to play."

She looked at him, as if she could feel the wind blowing on her face from time to time during the game.

She seemed to hear a distant cry.

The shout is "Chang Sheng Li Hai Da".

This kind of thought is very subtle, as if I have experienced it myself.

"So, Muhe, I will be with you."

It doesn't matter whether you remember the past or not, and whether you really like me now.I am no longer confused.

Playing tennis is for pleasure, this is the heart.

It's my heart to like you, so it's enough to keep this love that doesn't ask for anything in return.

Chikawa Muwa is dreaming again.

Logical and uncanny dream.

When she woke up, she couldn't distinguish between reality and dream.

Just like Zhuang Sheng's dream butterfly.

She sat blankly, touching the bracelet with her fingers once and for all.

What are those things?

What happened in this strange dream.

Everything is as it really is.

She climbed out of bed and opened the curtains.

It was still full of stars outside.

Turning on the phone, it was only after twelve o'clock in the morning.

She huddled by the window sill, letting the cold wind blow on her body.

I remember this dream very clearly, and many details have logic.

She quickly searched for the words "tennis" and "national competition" on her mobile phone.

After searching the news all at once, she clicked on one of them.

Scroll down slowly.

His eyes widened, until he dropped his phone to the ground in disbelief.

Those recorded things are exactly the same as in the dream.

Looking at the time, it was the day she woke up.

She rubbed her head with some headaches, so to speak...

Hand quickly edited a message, send it.

In Kanagawa not far away, Yukimura touched the ringing cell phone and opened it.

He looked at that sentence for a long while before smiling.

There is only one line of words, from that familiar name.

--Jingshi, please draw me a portrait next time, don't be abstract O(∩_∩)O

The author has something to say: It was supposed to be finished before the Ching Ming Festival, but suddenly bad news came from home last Thursday. The old man in the family is not in good health. Everyone is taking turns to take care of it. The juniors who live far away have booked tickets run home.As a result, I didn't take care of the elderly when I got home. I caught a bad cold first, and I had a high fever until this morning.This article is over here. I originally planned to write it longer, but the ending may be too hasty.If I have time, add another episode.As for the next article, it will also be opened, it's just a matter of time, after all, I should go back every weekend for long distances in the future.