[Net King] Wang Lihai

Chapter 1 Yukimura Seichi

Yukimura, who just got off the plane, pushed the suitcase and decided to go to the hotel first.Taking a taxi casually, Yukimura leaned on the back seat of the car and closed his eyes to rest his mind. The slight pain in his stomach made his forehead sweat profusely, and his nerves felt even more dizzy because of the pain.When he arrived at the hotel, he put away his luggage and rubbed his uncomfortable stomach. Yukimura took out a medicine bottle from his carry-on bag. The irregular diet all year round made his stomach a little troubled.

He wasn't too hungry, and he didn't have much appetite. The pills relieved the pain. Even though he was still a little uncomfortable, Yukimura decided to go for a walk. Seeing the gloomy weather outside the window, Yukimura put the umbrella in his bag, carefully put the room card Keep it.

The weather forecast said that the weather in Tokyo is fine today, but the weather in Paris is a bit gloomy. Dark clouds piled up on the horizon, as heavy as huge lead plates, oppressing Yukimura's nerves.Yukimura hates this kind of weather. The air is humid and stuffy, and it looks like it won't rain. This gloomy feeling accumulates in his heart, which always makes him feel that this trip to Paris will not be too smooth.

25-year-old Seiichi Yukimura just participated in a charity auction held by Mrs. Luther in France. His work "Beach Road" was auctioned for more than 30 US dollars, which is unique among the new generation of painters .

When the news spread back to China, it immediately caused a shock. Not only friends and relatives at work, but even long-time middle school partners called to congratulate him.

What is there to congratulate?

The sky has already started to rain, thick and dense like the flying catkins in autumn, but Yukimura decided to go out for a walk... Because of this sudden shower, he has been stuck in the hotel room for a day.

Holding an umbrella and carrying a backpack, Yukimura walked in the park near the hotel, looking a bit leisurely.There were very few pedestrians on the road, because of the sudden change in the weather, there were not many people on the street, and even if there were, they walked in a hurry... It was different from Yukimura.Either rushing to avoid the rain, or rushing home, in this weather, at this time, no one will pay attention to Yukimura who is walking in the rain with an umbrella.

"Bang-bang-bang-bang..." The voice was unfamiliar and familiar, but it seemed to have been deliberately forgotten by him for a long time.

Yukimura walked around the grove and finally saw...

Wearing a black sportswear, holding a tennis racket, the young man was facing the wall to fight back. There were faint traces of the blows on the wall. With the occasional raindrops, the sweat beads splashed on the young man's body due to the hitting action were even worse. conspicuous.

Relax your elbows a little, the movements will be smoother...

Yukimura, 25, put down his racket after his last U17 World Cup seven years ago.

The serious illness in the third year of junior high school finally affected him. Although he had undergone two operations, the faint signs of recurrence in the third year of high school and the unauthorized high-intensity training during the rehabilitation period caused him to be completely cut off. the road.

Yukimura still clearly remembers that it was when they went to the United States for a training camp. Because something was wrong with his body, he asked for leave to go to the hospital for an examination.After he received the doctor's certificate, he chose to be alone on the hospital roof.

He once said to Sanada that tennis is me.

——However, in the end he lost himself.

After the wind blew on the roof for a long time, he finally decided to throw the medical certificate into the trash can.Just let him be self-willed for a while-since fate finally decided to take tennis back from his life, then... let's fight!

Even if it's over, it's going to be a bang!Instead of failing on the court uselessly, and then leaving the court with regrets!

Yukimura, who made up his mind, smiled and said to Marui Kuwahara, who had finished training early because he was worried about him, that he just had a slight cold because of catching a cold.

Afterwards, he really started to sneeze and cough, which directly confirmed the claim of having a cold.Although he knew that Yukimura caught a cold because he went to the rooftop to blow air without authorization, but because of this, Liu, who had been taking care of them, was worried and felt a little guilty.

Yukimura still remembers that the last U17 match that year was at the Roland Garros Stadium in Paris, which was also the home venue of the French Open.That was his last game, and also the last singles one.

Except for the bad regret of the National Three, he has never let his teammates down.

And this time too.

Perhaps because he knew it was the last game, he was so proactive for the first time, and he didn't want to leave regrets in his last game. He even tried his best regardless of his aching arm.The price is that after the game ended with 2:1 in the number of sets, he also passed out because of it.

The consequences, of course, are known to everyone.

After being discharged from the hospital, Yukimura retired from the military.

For [-] years, I haven't touched the racket again.

Perhaps it was because Yukimura's eyes were too focused. The boy turned his head and found that someone was watching him practice. He was startled at first, and then jumped up in joy, ignoring the tennis ball bounced off the wall and hitting his leg directly.

"Yukimura Seiichi!!"

The boy's sudden smile made Yukimura raise his eyebrows.

"Ah, I'm your fan...Oh my God, I actually saw Yukimura alive...It's God's love for me that I didn't slack off training today because of the rain..." After the boy babbled in French, he found himself My idol is Japanese, maybe I can't understand my own French, so I switched to broken Japanese and said, "I... am your... fan..."

Yukimura said with a smile, "I can understand French." Because of work, he often needs to go to Paris, and his favorite book is French poetry. He has learned French and speaks it very well.

The boy's face turned red suddenly, "Hello, my name is Matt," the boy tried to calm himself down, but the excitement of seeing his idol obviously did not calm down so easily, "Seven years ago, I watched I’ve been to your game,” explained the reason why he became a fan, and the boy Matt still said excitedly, “Mr. Yukimura was so handsome in that game at that time!”

The young Matt clenched his fists to express his admiration, and his appearance vaguely overlapped with that of the kelp-headed boy many years ago.

——"Minister, Vice Minister, and Senior Liu, one day, I will defeat you and pull you down from the throne." That was the promise Kirihara made to them with red eyes when the third country was about to retire. .

——"Minister, I haven't beaten you yet!" That was what Kirihara, who knew the news of his retirement, said to him crying in front of the ward.

He had obviously grown into a reliable young man, but in front of them he was still that crybaby who would cry every now and then.

Yukimura raised his head slightly, so as not to let the rare fans on the opposite side see the moisture in his eyes.

I hate rainy days the most, the air is so humid that every breath feels damp.

"Can you give me your autograph?"

The boy hurriedly turned over the baby's tennis bag, and handed him a signature pen from the bottom of the backpack, his eyes were so bright that he could see stars.

Yukimura wrote his signature on the ball bag so skillfully, as if he had practiced it hundreds of times.

——That was the signature left at the end of the painting that he was familiar with for seven years.

——Many years ago, fans begged him for his autograph as a tennis player, and he had long since forgotten it.

Yukimura has never realized so clearly that he has been completely away from the court. For seven years, it is enough time to obliterate the self who regards tennis as his lifelong pursuit in his memory.

The only thing left is the self who holds a paintbrush and paints colors in a strange city.

It's not that he doesn't like painting, and it's not that he hasn't thought about picking up a paintbrush after the golden age of being an athlete... It's just that he didn't think so soon, and reality forced him to choose.Childhood dreams are always rich and colorful. No matter how precocious Yukimura was, he had many dreams, but the one he wanted the most failed to come true.

Fate broke off his wings that were about to take off, and cruelly stripped the tennis ball from his life, leaving him alone in reality, dripping with blood.

If there are still fans who know Yukimura Seiichi, there is only one evaluation of him-regretty.

When he was at his strongest, he suffered from a serious illness that was difficult to cure; when he was about to achieve his long-cherished wish of winning the third consecutive championship, he lost the game he least wanted to lose; when he was about to rule the world, he fell into the abyss again.

People will talk about the games he failed in the third year of the national team, and the World Cup championship he would win even if he fainted, and they will sigh that such a genius, but because of physical reasons, he cannot enter the professional network and has to retire early.

God gave him a unique tennis talent, but he didn't give him a body that could bear it all.His nickname "Shen の Son" now seems to be a kind of irony, mocking his fall, like a fleeting meteor in the night sky, beautiful and short-lived.

Even though he is now standing in the painting world and is already the pillar of the new generation of painters, in the eyes of those who know him, he is still incomplete... Seiichi Yukimura, without the tennis ball, how can it be complete?How can you be happy?

Matt boy is a fan of Yukimura, although he only started to pay attention to Yukimura from the last battle of Yukimura seven years ago.

Yukimura had a particularly large number of tennis players in that session, which can be called a rare gathering of talents in ten years, known as the "golden age" of the Japanese tennis era.

"In the team back then, only Echizen Ryoma, Kintaro Toyama and Akaya Kirihara are still active in professional tennis today. It has to be said that this is a great pity." Matt Junior obviously understands this very well. One of them, the French Open, has also cultivated many outstanding talents. Matt did not pay attention to the outstanding players of his own country, but instead paid attention to the players of an island country in Asia, which is probably true love.

"Kintaro Toyama with the strongest physical talent, Akaya Kirihara with the most explosive power, and Ryoma Echizen with both rapid progress... But, I have to say that the Japanese team in that session had the strongest mental power. It's you—Yukimura Seiichi." Matt knew that well.

His admiration for Yukimura stems from his strong mental power, "In the last battle, I was sitting in the third row of seats next to the court, but I felt..."

The young man with indigo curly hair in the field, his eyes are firm, his spiritual power is surging in the air, as deep as the sea, as surging as the waves, with a kind of hope that is unwilling to return to peace, with dazzling light, even if he is just sitting on the field I can feel it...

"How strong will it take to do this?"

"What kind of determination does it take to do this?"

Yukimura still remembers that Nioh Yagyu, who came to visit him during his hospitalization, also asked him similar questions, but he did not answer.

"Even in the current training, the coach will still use Mr. Yukimura's matter as an example of mental strength."

The strength of mental power cannot be separated from two points, a strong will and a firm determination.

"At the age of 18, Yukimura-kun is the only person he has ever met who can reach that level." Matt's eyes brightened, and his tone was full of honor and pride, as pure as the clear sky in the night sky. starlight.

This appearance is more similar to the teenagers in memory.

--minister?He is the gentlest person in the tennis club to me!Minister is my favorite!

——Yukimura will never slacken on himself... I know, I doubled my training today.

——The probability that Yukimura has modified the training list recently is 80%...the probability of weight loss is 100%.

——puri~ Yukimura is in a good mood recently, can we change our training today, I refuse to play doubles with Kirihara!

——Yukimura-kun is far more strict with himself than others, you should rest well just after the diagnosis and treatment, Yukimura-kun, you can't go against the doctor's orders like this!

——Yukimura, do you want to eat cake together? !This is a limited edition of the 100% popular dessert house in the shopping street!I've been in line for a long time!

——Obviously I was the one who paid for the cake, Marui-kun, don't do that!

Yukimura hasn't played tennis for a long time, Li Haida's master teacher...

——Sanada was successfully admitted to the police academy, and his current position is a supplementary job in the police department.

——Liu was admitted to Dongda University and is now a lawyer.

——Niou unexpectedly became alumni with Liu, and was admitted to the Department of Architecture, but after graduation, he was spotted by scouts and entered the entertainment industry.

——Yagyu is studying in the UK and is studying medicine.

——Marui opened a dessert shop in Kanagawa, and the business is booming.

—— Kuwahara inherited the family business, and the barbecue restaurant is often their meeting place.

——Only Qie Yuan, the primary school boy they doted on back then, became the only one who entered the job network, and now he is stumbling in the job network.

Not long ago, Kirihara finally won the first championship in his professional tennis career, and won the Australian Open under the double attack of Echizen Ryoma and Toyama Kintaro.It's not easy, Qieyuan's own high blood pressure, which he spent carelessly when he was young, has become his burden now.Qieyuan, who frequently travels between the arena and the nursing home, has always been dubbed the "Thousand Years".

However, when faced with worried inquiries from their seniors, they always say, "The media just like to exaggerate. In fact, I really have nothing. The seniors are always worried about this and that. You should find a girlfriend to divert your excesses." I've got more energy~"

Yukimura sometimes wonders, if Kirihara's demonization hadn't been let go, wouldn't he be working so hard now?Yukimura has never regretted anything, and some things may be regrettable, but it is his choice, and he is determined to bear it.Only...for Kirihara's demonization...

Sometimes, he would also think, if he had taught Kirihara the first time he became demonized and helped him control it, wouldn't his body have been dragged down by the high blood pressure caused by frequent demonization?

Yukimura was forced to leave tennis due to a relapse.And in the same batch as him, Nioh gave up the way of tennis after the end of the U17 journey because of the hidden danger of his left hand.

"I didn't really like tennis that much," said the silver-haired young man who had learned to be mature in the beatings of the society. When talking to him, he was still not candid as always. Go play ball."

So if you don't like it, why don't you dare to look me in the eyes when you say this sentence?Why do you want to look up?

He raised his head to force back the tears in his eyes.Obviously you told me this yourself, and you laughed and said that the lines in the script were too literary to make you want to vomit.So now, what are you doing?

Masaharu, you have always been duplicity...

Yukimura knows that he likes tennis more than painting.For him, tennis is irreplaceable.Without tennis, Yukimura Seiichi is still alive, but he lives like a walking dead.

After bidding farewell to Matt Boy, Yukimura returned to the hotel in a daze.He was clearly holding an umbrella, but he looked like a frustrated person whose heart was drenched by the rainstorm...

The rain gradually became heavier, and the rain curtain washed away the heaven and the earth, sweeping away the dust from all things in the world, but returning its essence.

Back at the hotel, after taking a shower, Yukimura lay on the bed, his eyes couldn't bear the sleepiness, and gradually closed...

In my dream, I could hear the sound of the waves in Kanagawa, smell the aroma of the first blooming cherry blossoms in the air and the unique salty smell of the sea carried by the sea breeze, see pieces of cherry blossoms falling with the wind, and see a group of people on the court. The boy, over and over again, took the trouble to swing his racket... The yellow ball kept flying in the field, sweat dripped from the boy's forehead, and his face was full of energy despite being extremely tired...

Genichiro!Let's test this school together!Then, join me to dominate the country!

Liu, I think the training list needs to be adjusted again. The original improvement of the strength of the members is no longer enough.

Well, well, Nioh?Phantom doesn't seem to be enough... why do you know it's not Sanada?You can tell at a glance.

Akaya, I'll leave the tennis club to you!Don't bully other teammates... In the future, you must train on time and don't be late!besides……

I'm just here to return the detective story you borrowed from me last month, well, it's nothing wrong, Yagyu, the results of the physical examination are perfect.

I made my own cake!Marui is great! ……Um?Give it to me?I would be happier eating together... Marui, your cake was stolen~

Sangyuan, you can’t indulge Chiya all the time, or you will be in debt again this month... Don’t cry, Marui saw it~O(∩_∩)O~~

——Everyone, it’s great to meet you and play with you...

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