Mi Xia [Net King]

There is no need to go to Pinzhen this day.

Hirano Bixiang has no plans to start another translation job in the short term.

Excitedly following the recipes, I tossed in the kitchen all morning. I didn’t see anyone coming back until the meal time. I looked up out of the window out of curiosity, wiped my hands with a towel with a smile on my face, took a parasol from the cabinet in the entrance, and went out to look for it. people.

The summer sun is just right.The shadows of the trees whirled, and the ground was covered with bright spots of light.The light and shadow falling on her face seemed to reflect countless tiny traces on her face. These traces were constantly flowing and changing shapes, as if they were carrying life.

The street tennis courts near the community were scorched by the brilliant sunlight and did not coincide with Hirano Bixiang's usual walking route, so she seldom went around here.I heard the young man briefly mentioned a few words before, and I took it to heart a little bit. Now I looked for it, and I saw the young men who were fighting on both sides of the field.

The yellow ball that jumped like an elf made a dull and powerful sound when it hit the racket heavily. Hirano Bixiang moved back the umbrella eaves and raised her head. A lot of light flooded into her eyes. Indeed, I just feel that the ball is as agile and sharp as cutting the air. The boy in a white T-shirt stands on the right side of the field with ease, holding the ball with one hand, raising the racket with the other, raising his head high, not knowing where to touch it. The baseball cap that came over covered half of his face, but the elegance and confidence that had been soaked in the bones still couldn't hide the slightest bit.

With a glance, my heart couldn't help pounding, and my face seemed to be attacked by the heat waves rolling in the air, and it was dyed with intense temperature.

On the opposite side of him, holding the racket in both hands, panting continuously but staring at his movements, it should be said that he was still a child.At the age of twelve or thirteen, he is a bit short, with short, hard hair standing upright like a hedgehog, and his figure looks thin, but the flexible and natural muscles on his arms and calves exposed from his clothes show that he is not lacking in exercise.

Watching the ball bouncing back and forth for a while, Hirano Bixiang took a rough look, and the scene in front of her was more like guiding practice for a ball game.

Didn't bother to take a closer look.Because a pair of eyes couldn't take their eyes off the boy's side—he was so dazzling.

The kid on the opposite side was exhausted, barely hitting the ball, his legs were so weak that he couldn't stand up, and holding the racket, he stretched out on the ground, gasping for breath, acting like I'm so tired and I don't want to get up again appearance.

The ball passed the net very slowly, and it was held tightly by a slender and powerful hand. The boy in a baseball cap put the racket on his shoulder, tapped his shoulder blades, and walked towards the net. After saying something, the child on the ground managed to raise his head and glared at him angrily.

The young man waved his hands casually, with a strange mockery in his casual expression, which made the kid opposite him wish he had the urge to jump up and beat him up—in fact, he really jumped up, but he didn't wait for Zhang Yang to dance his claws and pounce on him. I saw the boy stretch out his tennis racket and poke his chest through the net.

The angle of the lips is gorgeous but indifferent enough: "...you still have to learn, kid."

"Don't be too arrogant—" the child jumped angrily, "I will win you! I will definitely win you!"

The young man raised his eyebrows, waved his hands casually, lowered his arms and was about to walk, his gaze subconsciously turned to this side, and then he was facing Kamihirano Bixiang's smiling face.

It seemed that he was stunned for a moment, his expression warmed up, the corners of his lips turned up, and he also smiled at her.

He walked quickly to the bench by the court, picked up his tennis bag, and walked home with her.

"How did you come?"

Playing for so long didn't seem to have much effect on him. There was only a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, and his voice was still peaceful and relaxed when he spoke.

The young man took off the hat on his head, revealing his slightly upturned purple-gray hair.The dark blue pupils are slightly narrowed, and the ivory-colored white has the healthy rosiness that has been exposed to the sun, but he manages such an overly gorgeous color incomparably harmoniously, making people think it is the most gorgeous flower, blooming at the very end. at the right time.

"I forgot the time," Hirano Bixiang smiled, "Aren't you hungry?"

The young man was stunned for a moment, not in the habit of wearing a watch, subconsciously looked up at the sun above his head, a little embarrassed: "I forgot."

Hirano Bixiang moved the parasol in her hand to his side.Sensing her intentions, he shook his head, and she naturally moved the umbrella back to her head.

"It's really good." Hirano Bixiang tilted her head and said, "I don't really understand it, but just looking at it, I think it's really beautiful."

He has no shortage of admirers, and he is too old to be affected by the praise or criticism of others.

Even if you don't play tennis, you will be surrounded by many people, not to mention standing on the tennis court, cheering fans around the entire court.But now it was just such a simple compliment from a layman, and his face became hot.

For the first time, Keigo Atobe, who was always proud and conceited and supercilious, felt that he couldn't answer anything because of his shyness.

He remembered the fiasco when she was young, she knelt down in front of him, smiled and said "it will be better", her eyes were so firm, her tone was so determined; remembering earlier, she smiled softly, her brows were so soft It's fair to say that he is the most dazzling person she has ever seen, she said, he is a god who is so proud that people can't help but look forward to... just like a god.

The boy put his hat back on again.With his head slightly lowered and the brim of his hat down, the sun cast a large shadow on his face and also concealed the hot red cheeks.

——You don't know, you are the god I yearn for.

In the next few days, there will be a fixed place for exercise.

There are also many people who love tennis in this place.Most of them are children, who have not been exposed to tennis for a long time and have no strict education. They are active in this group only because of their hobbies.

There are also some uncles with cigarettes in their mouths who are full of smugness. When they talk, they think of the past. When they were young, they also had a dream to become a tennis player. As for why the dream did not come true?Just kidding, it's just bad luck.

Sometimes he also goes to the nearby tennis court for a while.It was not long ago when Hirano Bixiang applied for the card, and the person who used it was still the same, but the appearance had changed so that no one could recognize it.

Once, Hirano Bixiang came back from her part-time job and saw that it was still early. After thinking about it, he should be in the stadium, so she went to look for him.Then I stood on the sidelines and watched a wonderful game.

Holding the racket in one hand, he was panting slightly after a powerful smash serve.

Still wearing a baseball cap, the purple-gray hair protruding from the brim of the hat is moist with sweat. Occasionally, under the light, there is a crystal light. Even if the face is half covered by the cap, Hirano Bixiang can still see it. The delicate and handsome face is like an oil painting She is so elegant and charming, but unfortunately, the moles at the corners of her eyes are covered by shadows and cannot be seen.

She had seen the man standing opposite, he was the coach of the advanced department of the stadium.

The current score is 3:5, with the teenager leading.

For a long time, Hirano Bixiang couldn't pay attention to the score at all. She just looked at the boy, listened to the loud discussions and shouts of the crowd, and watched his arrogant and almost crazy expression.

His every move can easily control the emotions of the viewers, making people unable to escape from their thoughts like a demon.

The small tennis ball is like a yellow train, falling heavily on the tennis court, the speed is so fast that it can hardly be caught by the naked eye.Surrounded by an inexplicable feeling of trembling, she couldn't even show an expression, then her breathing slowed down, and a warm arc was drawn at the corners of her eyes.

——This is Keigo Atobe, who flaunts himself wantonly and proudly.

When Hirano Bixiang looked at him in high spirits, she raised her head high, stretched out her hand and snapped her fingers, fine beads of sweat slid down the side of her cheek, but the cheek covered by the shadow of the brim of the hat was full of determination of victory, ambitious yet charming unlimited.

She couldn't help laughing.

There is no suspense to win.

When the game ended, he walked to the scene with the racket in his hand, and there were already staff members in short skirts rushing to hand him water and towels.

Then surrounded by the crowd.

The boy still didn't take off his baseball cap.Packed up his things, regardless of others' persuasion, he put on his tennis bag and prepared to go back.Then, as soon as he walked a few steps towards the door, he saw a figure in front of him leaning on a parasol and looking at him with his head tilted.

It has been many times, seeing her quietly waiting on the side.When she watched him play tennis, she never made a sound, nor did she show any excited expression, but she always smiled happily, a smile of admiration and encouragement, and the light in her eyes was warmer than the most beautiful morning light.

Should be used to it.But every time I looked up and saw her, my heart would still be pounding, and I couldn't calm down no matter what.

He opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything, and finally could only smile at her.

"It was really good," she said with a smile, turning around and walking home side by side with him, "my heart is still beating very excitedly."

me too.

"Although Mr. Jingwu has always been good-looking, but when playing tennis, he is so dazzling that people can't take their eyes off."

……yes.

The baseball cap was pulled down a little lower.

Atobe Keigo has never been a bad-spoken person.Even he has a self-knowledge that is confident to the verge of narcissism.In his bones, he is so proud by nature, so arbitrary, and his personality is so arrogant and bad that he never changes.The sensitivity and reticence that she showed around her when she was a child was in the end a manifestation of her nature that was concealed by the situation at that time.

He thought so too, but when she was around, everything surprised him.

Just like this compliment, which is obviously so common that it is almost clumsy, it should have been accepted without a doubt without any ripples, but it can stir his heartstrings like a stormy sea, making him almost tremble, speechless any words.

can only smile.