[Net King] Take away my heart

I never felt Nioh Masaharu was a loner.

Although his whereabouts are often strange, disappearing in front of his eyes one second, and the people who come and go are the fixed people in the tennis club, but maybe it is because he was surrounded by a thick layer of mystery from the very beginning. Wrapped, but no one will pay special attention to his every move.

When people talk about Nioh, they often just say "Oh, that Nioh" and simply pass it by.This is not because everyone deliberately excludes him, but because few people in this school can tell what kind of person King Ren is.

King Ni wears an invisible cloak called "mystery" all the time.

Whether you say he is low-key, mysterious, or he comes and goes like a ghost without a trace, Nioh is not the kind of person who doesn't fit in, but his subtle and unique sense of existence will always make people forget the class involuntarily. In fact, there is such a person.

Nioh and I became classmates after entering the third grade.

We said we were classmates, but in fact we didn't even say hello once.My initial impression of Nioh was only his sickly pale complexion and the white hair that matched his complexion perfectly.

Can Nioh and I be considered friends... I don't think so.

Even if I have to try my best to recall what happened between him and him, all I can think of is only a few fragments.

When I was in the first grade, like many people, I didn't know that there was such a person as Nioh Masaharu in the school.It wasn't until the second grade that Nioh and Yusei became the official selection of the school team and formed a doubles team. They won astonishingly excellent results in that year's competition, and the name Nioh Masaharu gradually came into everyone's attention.

It was a bright time when Jingshi's condition had not yet relapsed, and Wang Lihai was in a good situation.At that time, Lianhua was in an unrequited love. In order to have a chance to get closer to Jack, she accepted the interview task of the news department and dragged me to the tennis club every day in the name of interview.

The drunken man didn't mean to drink, and said he was interviewing the entire tennis club, but in fact Lianhua just kept spinning around Jack.In desperation, the interview work of the news department can only be done by me.

I'm not very good at dealing with people, and certainly not very good at interviewing.Finally, with the help of Lian Er, I bit the bullet and completed most of the interviews.In addition to the written content, the interview task also requires taking a photo of each member and publishing it in the school magazine together with the interview content.

The news department distributed us an old-fashioned camera, heavy and bulky as a brick.I attached a string to the camera and hung it around my neck like a work ID.

In the tennis club, there are people like Marui who are comfortable in front of the camera, and there are people like Sanada who still keep a straight face and refuse to look at the camera no matter how many times I say "please smile".

After finishing all the interviews, I squatted aside and sorted out the interview scripts, and felt that my neck was so sore that it was about to break.So I took off the camera hanging around my neck, and at the same time I took it off, a figure flashed not far away, and greeted Sanada and the others in a lazy voice: "Pi——yo."

Piyo?

I looked up and saw Nioh walking towards here with a hunchback.Only then did I realize that the interviews that I thought were all over were actually missing one person, and this person was Nioh who was long overdue.

"Ah, I'm sorry...the interview from the news department..." I quickly picked up the camera and ran towards him.

Nioh stopped in his tracks and glanced at me listlessly.After just one glance, he quickly retracted his gaze.

"I'm not in the mood now." He said, "Another day."

After finishing these short words, Nioh walked away from me.

Watching him walk to the court and then being yelled by Sanada, "Nio, you are too slack!", I felt a vague feeling in my heart.

Nioh neither apologized seriously, nor fooled around with a playful smile.Facing Sanada, whom most people were extremely afraid of, he just replied calmly, "I accidentally overslept on the roof".

He is such a strange person.

Even though he was late, he seemed to have nothing to do with him. Even Sanada treated him as if he wanted to lose his temper but couldn't.

why?There always seemed to be a thin layer of mist around King Ni, seemingly imperceptible, but this layer of mist made it impossible for anyone to approach him easily.

Under the protection of this layer of fog, he seems to be able to avoid everything he wants to avoid, wandering in a world that we can't touch.But Nioh didn't hide completely, he used clever techniques to make himself look close to his eyes, but in fact, when you really stretch out your hand, what you touch is just a cloud of air.

distance.

He is keeping a safe distance from everyone.

This just right distance allows him to hide well, and others cannot find him and pay attention to him, but he can observe others silently anytime, anywhere.

The only person who can break through that layer of fog and reach the core is probably Yagyu.

"Yo, Yagyu." Nio picked up his racket and walked to the court, and fist bumped his partner Yagyu.

Only in that short moment—a moment so short that it almost seemed to be an illusion, the fog faded away.

In order to interview Nioh, I spent a lot of trouble.Whether it's after class or lunch break, even if I stare at Nio's seat 24 hours a day, he can still turn around and disappear suddenly.

The interview scripts and photos of other people have been completed, and only Nioh is left.Lian Er said that if it really doesn't work, he can take the interview draft to the tennis club to help me write it, but I still need to solve the photo taking.

"I can't walk around with something that big around my neck, it's too conspicuous," he said, looking at the camera on my chest.

In the end, I still had to find a way to find King Ni by myself.

Nioh often skipped classes, he skipped almost every class except math class.No one knew where he went when he skipped classes. Even if he asked Lian Er, he only gave a few places with a high possibility of haunting.

“The chance of being on the rooftop during lunch break is 71%, the chance of being in the backyard is 24%, and the chance of being off-campus is 5%…”

That said, I do remember him saying something like "oversleeping on the roof".With a glimmer of hope, I chose the place with the highest probability of Lian Er's judgment, and took my camera to the rooftop during lunch break.

It was a gloomy afternoon with no sunshine.

There were big dark clouds floating in the sky, and the sun was completely covered. It was clearly a sign of rain, but the air was extremely dry.

I found Nioh lying on a bench.He covered half of his face with one arm, with half-eaten bread on his chest, and indoor shoes on his feet, just sleeping there like no one else.

I thought he was not sound asleep, even if he walked over cautiously, he should be aware of someone and wake up immediately.But until I walked to the bench and stopped to look at him for a while, he still didn't show the slightest sign of getting up.

It was quiet all around.Nioh's chest slowly rose and fell rhythmically, the arms used to block the light were thin and long, and the skin exposed from the cuffs showed a bloodless gray.

He was very thin, emaciated almost like the body of a long-ill man.His chin was long and pointed, without any roundness.The well-defined clavicle, the slender fingers, the belt that is still loose when it is buckled to the innermost ring... This seemingly unhealthy state can't help but worry whether he is eating well in the growing period.

I thought about it and thought this was an opportunity.If Nioh does not wake up, then I can just take his picture and leave without asking permission.

I squatted down slowly, picked up the camera hanging around my neck, and pointed the lens at Nioh who was sleeping soundly.Although his arms blocked his eyes, I think no one would fail to recognize him as Nioh just by his silver hair.

It took less than a second to press the shutter, but I didn't press it decisively.What appeared in my lens was a different Nioh than usual—peaceful, comfortable, and unguarded, as if he was just an ordinary boy with his protective cover removed.

I didn't realize I stayed that way for a long time.

The camera shakes suddenly.At first I thought I hadn't held the camera steady, but when I took a closer look, it was no longer the teenager sleeping with his arms covering his face, but a bench—an empty bench.

I gasped, put down the camera and stood up.Instead of the camera, Nioh Masaharu’s face appeared in front of my eyes, not through the screen, but Nioh staring at me from a very close distance, asking in a cold and threatening voice: “Which way are you on? ?”

...Which way?

I froze there, completely ignoring the meaning of the question.

"Yamaguchi-gumi, or Sumiyoshi-kai?"

I don't know when Nioh woke up.Has he been pretending to be asleep?Because he doesn't look like he just woke up.Throwing such inexplicable questions at me, ordinary people may know that it is a joke after a little thought, but for me who is not good at handling jokes, it is completely flustered.

"I... am not a gangster..."

This is a perfectly normal answer.It was so normal that Nioh showed a bored expression.

"If you don't tell the truth, don't even think about taking this thing back."

Nioh took my clumsy and heavy camera and shook it twice in his hand.

"Ah... that's from the news department..."

As soon as the words fell, I realized that something was wrong-how could my camera be in the hands of Nioh?Seeing him playing with the camera boredly, I quickly lowered my head, only to realize that my neck was empty at this time.

When did this happen?How did Nioh do it?I looked at him in disbelief.

"Aren't you telling the truth? As evidence of a sneak shot, this thing will be confiscated." Niwang raised one corner of his mouth, holding the camera as if to leave.

"no no……"

I became anxious all of a sudden, "Please give it back to me" was clearly on my lips, but I suddenly stuttered.

It was my fault to secretly take pictures of Nioh, but that camera is the property of the news department, if Nioh just took it away, I really don't know how to go back to the business.Although I wanted to apologize, I couldn't speak for a while because I was too anxious, and I could only utter a few fragments that didn't make a sentence.

"That, that..."

Seeing me sweating in a hurry, a smile flashed in King Ni's eyes.This is the first time I have seen him want to laugh, and the reason why he wants to laugh is probably because he succeeded in teasing me.

"Feel your pockets," he said to me.

According to what Nioh said, I reached out my hand dully to touch the pocket on the skirt.

"what……?"

I didn't know when there was an extra photo in my pocket. I took it out and saw that the person in the photo was Nioh.

"Touch your neck again." Just when I was too surprised to react, Nioh continued.

This time, the bulky camera obediently hung back around my neck as if by magic.

It's just unbelievable - I'm like a fool with my camera and pictures. "Is this magic? Are you a magician?" Although I really wanted to ask, the words were stuck in my throat like a plug.I could only look at the miraculous Nioh and his miraculous magic tricks, with my mouth half-opened and half-closed for a long time.I think I must have looked funny then.

"Next time I find out that you're secretly taking pictures, it won't be so simple... Boof."

Puff?

Nioh put his hands in his trouser pockets, twisted his neck, and turned around briskly.In the next instant, he had disappeared at the entrance of the rooftop.

The author has something to say: Note 1: Yamaguchi-gumi, a well-known underworld organization in Japan.

Note 2: The Sumiyoshi Society, a Japanese gang organization, is known as the three major gang organizations in Japan together with the Yamaguchi-gumi and the Inagawa-kai.

(Why did it become a popular science underworld...)