[Internet King Doujin] Returning Genius Shusuke

Bu Erxin was chilled for a while, as uncomfortable as being held tightly, and wanted to cry. Those fleeting years buried in time were awakened by zero-cut balls: 6-0 victory over Tezuka's anger, three years of accompanying support, the first time The unwillingness to lose to the perfect Tezuka, the weakness in the rain of maple leaves, the overwhelming malicious slander, ten years of wandering alone... and... Xiaojing?The deep voice of the proud uncle with tears shining under the moonlight sounded beside Fuji's ear: "Don't care about other people's opinions... I will always be your backing... I will always be with you, because you are the unique Fujizou. "It's so strange, Xiao Jing, when I think of you full of strength, your magic works!

That silvery night is still fresh in my memory for the rest of my life.

On the first weekend after school started, Fuji pushed the tennis club's training and planned to go home. As soon as school was over on Jinyao, Fuji rushed out of the school gate and saw Atobe waiting early, so he went back in the car of Atobe's house Tokyo.Fuji's mother and Yumiko's sister, who hadn't seen Abe for a long time, were ecstatic, and forced Atobe to talk about it, and finally stayed at the house overnight, leaving Fuji who had finally come back from home to study, and taught Buer in his heart Suffering from pantothenic acid, fortunately, there is a cute and twisted younger brother who comforts my young heart.

Maybe it was the first time I left Tokyo in several years, or I met many familiar and unfamiliar faces, which made Fuji feel the feeling of reunion after a long absence.Staring at the twinkling stars in the sky, I can't help but recall the friends who fought together in the past, and miss those lazy years.At this time, Eiji was probably struggling with which toothpaste to use for brushing his teeth, Oishi was talking to the fish tank about what happened during the day, Aron must be practicing making the best sushi in the world, Kan must be smiling weirdly with big white teeth while sorting out the data, Tezuka fell asleep... I wonder if Tezuka was bullied by his seniors?Should I remind him?Forget it, what identity should I use to meet him now... not to mention can I face him calmly? The flourishing tennis career and my ten years of uprooting from home!

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"Tezuka, I always feel that with you, no matter how high the place is, I can reach it."

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"Road signs, you have to find them yourself!"

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It is clear that Tezuka Kunimitsu cannot be blamed for everything. Tezuka has been firmly pursuing his ideals and will never stop himself because of anyone.Yes, the cowardly one is Fuji Shusuke. He lost the road sign and was afraid that no one would guide him when he was lost, so he gave up tennis by virtue of the match with Tezuka. Unfortunately, he was cruelly rejected.Later, he still gave up tennis, was not understood, and was blamed a lot.Few people see his fragility and only care about his aura.

He seems to be open-minded and optimistic, not seeking fame and fortune, but in fact he is delicate in mind and full of emotions.When his reputation as a genius was exposed in the spotlight and criticized, the words of the media were undoubtedly a slap in the face, exposing the cruel facts. "Unbearable to be defeated by Tezuka", "injured and unable to play", "genius is exhausted", these words are convincing and not without falsehood.

Fuji Shusuke, defeated by Tezuka, lost to Tezuka’s tenacity and persistence in pursuing tennis without hesitation, lost to the emotion he lacked most; Fuji Shusuke, injured, no one understands that geniuses regard tennis as a game Game; no one to guide him in front of him, he was bruised all over his body, unable to continue to like tennis without road signs; Bu Er Zhou Zhu, the talent of genius has indeed been exhausted, easily betraying the favorite sport is equivalent to insulting himself, how dare he expect God to give him light and heat Capital.

"Where is the real you?"

"The real me is weak, not a genius, just an ordinary person, and I need someone to guide me and support me."

In the previous life, there were no signposts, and no one opened his warm hands behind his back, and Fujisuke escaped from his real and fragile self; in this life, Fujisuke found his own signpost, and there is still no one to support him behind.

I want to change, but the past is stuck in my heart, can my fragile self become stronger, and stop using a smile as a mask?

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Atobe took a shower and returned to Fuji's room, saw Fuji sitting in front of the window, with endless sadness in his eyes, Atobe gently rubbed his hair, and asked him: "What are you thinking, this expression? "

"...it's nothing." Fuji turned his head and looked at Ajibu's dripping hair, pulled him to the bed and sat down, took off the towel hanging around his neck, stood in front of him and gently wiped his hair, teasing him Said: "Master Atobe, you don't even dry your hair, are you waiting for someone to serve you?"

Fuji smiled happily, Atobe sensed the weakness in Fuji's voice, and called out tentatively: "Zhou Zhu?"

After a long time, Buer responded weakly: "Huh?"

"not comfortable?"

"... I should ask Xiaojing this question. I seldom wipe people's hair. You are the second one besides Yuta. Are you comfortable?"

Atobe should be secretly happy that he was treated so intimately by Fuji, but now is not the time to be happy, Fuji deliberately distorted his meaning, obviously something happened, he pulled Fuji's hand, dragged him to the bed and sat face to face, His gaze was full of majesty: "Zhou Zhu, isn't this uncle your friend? Why don't you tell me that you have something on your mind? This uncle wants to protect you!"

Fuji lowered his eyes and was silent for a while, then raised his head and looked at Atobe seriously: "Xiao Jing, I will become the president of Atobe Group in the future, it must be the attention of everyone, and it is extremely gorgeous."

"Huh? No doubt, it must be gorgeous!"

Bu Er smiled: "When you become a celebrity, someone will definitely scold Xiao Jing and say that white is black, what will Xiao Jing do?"

"My uncle never cares about the opinions of strangers." Atobe stared into Fuji's eyes with tenderness: "As long as the people I care about can understand my uncle."

"Sure enough, it fits Xiaojing's style," Fuji asked again, "What if they criticize Xiaojing's shortcomings?"

Atobu raised his chin: "Huh? What are my shortcomings?"

"There are many, arrogant, arrogant, domineering, narcissistic, extravagant and wasteful, attracting bees and attracting butterflies, flirting with flowers and grass, hating mustard..." Fu Er counted his fingers, caught a glimpse of Atobu's face getting darker and darker, and shut up wisely.

Atobe was furious: "Does my uncle have so many shortcomings! Ah!"

"No more, no more, only 8."

"It's fine to attract bees and butterflies, how can I be a flirt! Besides, normal people hate mustard!"

"Xiaojing, do you think I'm abnormal?" Fuji groaned without saying a word, bent his legs, buried his head in his knees, and left Atobe with an aggrieved back.

Atobe's heart softened for a moment: "No, Zhou Zhu, I was quick to talk and said something wrong. In fact, I like mustard quite a lot."

Buer raised his head happily, without a trace of tears on his face: "Really? Let's eat mustard cake together tomorrow."Atobe wanted to cry but had no tears, and was fooled again!No, the point is that the topic was diverted by Fuji again.

Atobe sighed helplessly, and rubbed Fuji's hair: "No one is perfect, and if you care too much about your own shortcomings, you will stop moving forward. Don't care about the opinions of irrelevant people. Being yourself is the most important thing. I don't know your little one What is your head thinking, what are you hesitating about? This uncle will not interfere with your decision. You just need to know that no matter what you do, this uncle will always be your backing. When you are weak and afraid, this uncle will hold you Your hands teach you to be strong. My uncle has always supported you."

... I would rather have someone behind me than a road sign.Xiaojing, you actually saw through me!Fuji stared at Atobe's aquamarine eyes, those eyes conveyed fearlessness, as if by magic, saved him from the vortex of sadness.Fuji smiled slightly: "Really, then I also have the motivation to climb to the top! Master Xiaojing, you have to cast magic to help me~" Fuji's eyebrows and eyes are curved, and the corners of his mouth are raised in a beautiful arc, like an elf dancing under the moonlight , The beauty is so beautiful that Atobe's heart feels like a deer.He rested his head on Bu Er's forehead, and whispered softly: "I will always be with you, because you are the unique and unique Zhou Zhu."

Yinhui slipped through the curtains and frolicked on the bed to his heart's content, making his silver-gray hair glisten.The sea-blue eyes are full of affection, like the sea in Chiba that Buer likes very much, deep and quiet, as if it can contain everything in the world.The flirtatious tear mole is like a delicate and charming rose, full of various styles, so fascinated, you can't help but reach out and touch it.When Fuji's cold fingers touched the scorching hot skin, Atobe trembled in shock. Atobe realized that their posture was a bit ambiguous. He pretended to pinch Fuji's plump face, and retreated calmly. He took a step forward and coughed lightly: "Go to sleep, I have to get up at six o'clock and go for a morning run with Yuta."

"Well", Fuji got into the bed, moved in a bit, and vacated half of the place for Atobe.Atobe turned off the light, and after climbing into bed for a while, Fuji leaned over and said happily, "Xiaojing, let me tell you a story~"

"My uncle doesn't listen to bedtime stories, it's not gorgeous."

"Xiaojing, do you think I'm not speaking well?"

Fuji looked at Atobe pitifully, making Atobe embarrassed to refuse: "Okay, I will listen to it reluctantly."

Fuji's eyes were bent like crescent moons, and he began to tell the story: "No matter which school you are in, there will be seven incredible events. First, the piano played alone in the lonely classroom; second, the library in the dead of night. A book that eats people; third, a mannequin counting its own organs in a science department, 'It's too good to lose any of them'; fourth, a living locker; fifth, a talking portrait, 'hi, you Good'; Sixth, the samurai running desperately under the moonlight, it seems that a monster is chasing him..." Fuji deliberately slowed down, hoarse voice, deep voice, the wind caressing past, the scene of the story As in front of your eyes.Atobu's scalp was numb, his limbs were stiff, and he couldn't help but interrupt: "...Zhou Zhu...why tell ghost stories?"

"Hee hee, because I can't sleep~"

"Huh? Telling ghost stories makes me sleepless!"

"No, I can fall asleep listening to ghost stories~"

"But...my uncle can't sleep!"

"Well, let me change it"

"...Why is it still a ghost story?"

"Don't be picky, young master, he only tells ghost stories~"

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