[Fortunately two] about ten years

"I... eh? What did you just say?" Yukimura's smile froze at the corner of his mouth.

"I said I'm 24 years old," Fuji raised his head and looked at Yukimura and repeated it earnestly. For some reason, Yukimura felt this way. The secrets that Fuji said before were all to pave the way for the last one.

"Not long after my 24th birthday, I fell down with a high fever, and when I woke up, I went back to ten years ago, that is, the winter vacation when I transferred to Lihai."

His legs were a little weak, so he found a place to sit down, half of his face was hidden in the shadow of the leaves, there was a faint smile on his face, and as the secret was told, the smile became weaker and weaker until it disappeared.

"...My father and mother passed away, and I didn't play tennis anymore. After two years, I woke up and I was here."

Fuji quietly recounted the past tragedies, as if he was telling another person's story, but the tears in his blue eyes revealed his inner unrest at the moment.

"Seiichi?" Sensing Yukimura's unusual state, Fuji stretched out his hand and pushed Yukimura Seiichi, and the opponent's hand was tightly wrapped around his waist, so strong that he couldn't break free.

Yukimura imagined that the person he wished to hold in his hands had been hurt like that, his family was ruined, and he was alone. He saw the tower of life of 24-year-old Fuji Shusuke disintegrate.

This is not a novel or a drama, let alone made up by Fuji, who was really so desperate once.

His boy closed his eyes just like that, and in that hut, perhaps no one noticed after a long time, quietly as if he fell asleep.

Asleep forever.

And he couldn't do anything, couldn't do anything, it was as if an invisible hand was pinching his heart tightly in his chest, making him breathless and painful.

"I'm sorry..." Yukimura let go of his hand and hugged the man into his arms, his voice was full of hatred and remorse, "I should be braver, and bravely snatch you away from Tezuka..."

Tezuka Kunimitsu... Yukimura's eyes sharpened suddenly, with a gloomy coldness.

"You don't need to apologize...it's not your fault, it's my own fault..."

Fuji buried his head on Yukimura's shoulder, whimpered loudly, and wrapped his arms around him tightly, only then would he feel that all this is real and it's not too late.

Feeling his lover's dependence on him, Yukimura responded to his lover with rough but tender movements.

The two embraced each other tightly, the two bodies clinging to each other without leaving any gaps, such an ambiguous gesture did not have a hint of eroticism, they just wanted to melt into each other's flesh and blood.

Blend with each other and never separate.

Melbourne, Australia

The flight to Melbourne was on the second day after the candidate was confirmed. The head coach of the Japanese team was Mifune Mifune, that is, the coach who practiced devil training, and he took a pair of slippers that had not been washed for an unknown number of days. airplane.Led by Captain Byodoin Phoenix and Atobe Keigo, the crowd came to Melbourne, the capital of Australia in the southern hemisphere.

Melbourne, as the venue of the Australian Open, is quite lively this season. In addition to the relevant people who came to participate in the World Cup and the Australian Open, there are also spectators from various countries and regions. They will stay in this city for about a month, and the players They will choose to come to Melbourne some time in advance to wait for the opening of the Australian Open.

I have to say that the Atobe Consortium is really rich and powerful. A distance of one hemisphere allows the Japanese team to live a comfortable life in a five-star hotel. There is even a special club for everyone to train. You must know that this season wants to be in Finding an empty tennis club in Melbourne is next to impossible.

Kite Eishiro from Higa, who has always lived a life of racing in the open air, was moved by this and cried bitterly, and expressed his loyalty to the team leader several times.

Shiraishi feels that Fuji is not in a good state recently. Although the three people in their 201 dormitory have been selected to participate in the U17 World Cup, and they have already taken a plane to Melbourne, a warm southern hemisphere city as the Japanese team, everyone is excited. Can't sleep, only Buer gathers for training every day without interest, and runs away as soon as it is over.

Baishi, who has always been good at seizing opportunities to win, how could he give up this great opportunity, so he took the racket and made an appointment to play the game, to wash away the shame of the national competition.Of course, the idea is beautiful, but the reality is cruel, Baishi was tortured by blood.

"Fuer," Shiraishi stood behind Fuji with a food box, and offered a wasabi feast graciously.

"What's the matter with Canglin?" Fuji asked with a smile as he picked out a piece of wasabi sushi and threw it into his mouth.

"If you eat my food, you are mine, uh..." Baishi was suddenly fed a piece of food before he finished speaking, and after swallowing it with difficulty, he saw a suspicious object approaching.

"Zanglin~" the golden Xiaochun, who was holding a food box, turned to Baishi and said shyly, "Then Zanglin is mine~~"

"Xiaochun... Hey! Wait...Fuer, I want to ask how you train..."

Hearing Shiraishi's hog-killing shouts behind him, Bubu smiled nonchalantly, and took a piece of fish dipped in chili sauce from Yukimura's bowl.

"You can push Baishi into the fire pit."

"Sanada will thank me for solving his troubles." Yukimura shrugged, and stuffed sashimi with chopsticks from the Fuji bowl into his mouth.

"I miss Senior Liu..." Chi Ye cried while clutching a handkerchief egg flower.

"I think my partner is..." Niwang complained.

"I miss the jackal..." After speaking, Wen Tai took a bite of the strawberry cake in his hand.

"I think Qianye..."

"Ah! Shiraishi!" Kintaro Toyama walked over with his lunch box in his arms, and opened his mouth consciously, "Ah——"

"..." Why does Yukimura have a gentle and lovely Fuji, but he can only feed the bear silently!Shiraishi couldn't help but burst into tears, but before he finished crying, the weight in his hand suddenly lightened, and the wasabi meal carefully prepared to please Budu had already entered Kintaro's stomach.

"Baishi, your craftsmanship has improved ..." Kim Tae -residers boasting, but the next second face seemed to be jurisdiction with the palette, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh can

The time and place of the opening ceremony of the World Cup have been confirmed, and there are still six or seven days left, so everyone in the Japanese team can act more casually. After completing the daily training, they will go out in groups of three or five to adapt to the local customs. .

Yukimura still practiced unremittingly every day, looked up at the time, it was almost time to go back, changed clothes in the locker room and came out to go back to the hotel.

"I went back alone today, and was abandoned by your family?" Atobe, who was wearing a gray and white checked suit, leaned against the door frame.

"If you have time to care about my affairs, don't you think about sending an email to Ninzu?" Yukimura gave him a glance, "Also, did no one tell you that the clothes are in poor taste?"

"..." Atobe understood that he must have poked Yukimura's wound just now, otherwise would he be so ruthless?

"Hey, tell me, what's the situation between you and Fuji, obviously you have such a good relationship, why do you train here alone every time..." Atobe caught up and poked Yukimura's arm with his elbow, "Could it be It's the seven-year itch, and you haven't had seven years!"

"The seven-year itch?" Yukimura stopped and turned to look at Atobe with a half-smile.

"Uh, I'm just guessing, it won't be true..."

"Shouzu and I have a good relationship, so I won't bother you to worry about it, but Atobe has time to pay more attention to the lovers in the other hemisphere..." Yukimura tapped the ground with his foot, "I see that the relationship between Xiang Hi and Shinozu is also very nice."

Since Fuji and Yukimura have confessed everything, he will write down the next important actions on the post-it notes, such as the exhibition match Japan vs. Germany at the opening of the World Cup, and both of them are candidates for the game, Fuji even told Yukimura He lost in this game to the German master Bismarck and the like.

After reading it, Yukimura tore up the sticky notes and flushed them into the sewer.

"It's better to be cautious," Yukimura said.

Lose, this word, how long has it been since I met it? The last time I lost was probably when I lost a fight in kindergarten. Yukimura entered the room thinking so, closed the door with his backhand, stretched out his hand and tore off the tie he had been wearing all day, and was about to go to the bathroom to take a shower .The accommodation arranged by the training camp is a room for two people, and Atobe also arranged for Yukimura and Fuji to live together.

A gust of wind suddenly hit from behind, Yukimura quickly stretched out his right hand to stop the gust of wind attack, but this grasp was in vain, instead his hands were cut back behind him and he couldn't move, and fell into a dewy and somewhat cold in the arms.

"I won~" A slightly teasing voice sounded from behind.

"It's not certain who wins and loses." Yukimura laughed lowly, with some malicious intentions in his laughter.

"Ah, um..." An ambiguous groan overflowed from Buer's mouth, and he huddled up to avoid the person's physical contact, "Don't, don't touch...itches, haha, don't..."

Yukimura hugged a ball of Fuji in his arms, and walked into the bathroom with his arms crossed, "Your shouting will make me think you want to do something."

"I didn't!" Fuji retorted, "I'm just ticklish."

"I just went out to see why I've been there for so long. It's not like I went to play in the water when my body is so cold."

"A little circle around the waterfall..." Bu Er lowered his head guiltily.

"Obviously you were the one who said not to use this ability often at the beginning, but in the end it was you who knew you could fly and then flew out every night to let yourself go!" Yukimura felt a little helpless.

"But I can fly!" Fuji raised his head and looked at Yukimura innocently, "I believe that if it was Seiichi, he would not be able to control himself and want to fly out to play, that feeling of overlooking everything and only the sound of the wind whistling in his ears It's really wonderful..."

Yukimura listened to Fuji's thoughts silently, while filling the bathtub with water and putting Fuji in it, he said, "I won't!" His tone was firm, as if he had made a vow.

"...Wait, I haven't taken off my clothes yet." Buer, who was stunned for a while, got up wet from the bathtub and began to take off his clothes in a hurry, "What's wrong with you today? Why are you suddenly angry, I'll go I played at the nearby waterfall for a while, I flew high and no one saw it, or you want to go out to play, or I will see if I can bring you up..."

Seeing Yukimura's face getting more and more gloomy, Fuji shrank his head a little guilty, "Then... I won't go out in the future..."

"That was not what I meant."

Yukimura reached out and rubbed Fuji's head, but felt that this was not enough, so he covered him and hugged him in his arms.

He just felt that Budu, who was freed from the imprisonment of the past, was like being reborn, just like his ability, he could fly away at any time like the wind.