[Net King] Wang Lihai

In the sky, the remaining stars are gradually fading, the rays of the early sun are reflected on the trees, and the ground casts speckled spots of light. The air is filled with the aroma of cherry blossoms, and the breeze brings the unique ocean atmosphere of Kanagawa.

It was just an ordinary spring morning.

Suddenly, there was a crisp sound from upstairs in Yukimura's house.

Probably the sound of something falling to the ground.

"Seiki?" Miyoko Yukimura heard the sound, went upstairs and knocked on the door of her son's room with some worry.

After a rustling sound, Yukimura Seiichi's hoarse voice came, "It's okay, the cup fell to the ground..."

"Are you okay? Jingshi, your voice doesn't sound very good."

"It's okay..." There was another rustling voice, "The voice was a bit hoarse when I just woke up..."

Blue-purple curly hair on the sideburns, a childish face, and even visible baby fat on his cheeks, he took off his shirt in disbelief...Young and healthy, he has not yet had a figure caused by repeated illnesses and hospitalization Slender, although, because he is still young, this body doesn't even have any obvious muscle lines, but these are enough... Looking at himself in the mirror, Yukimura couldn't help but cover his face with his hands.

At first I was laughing, but I was crying with a smile, and the tears were crystal clear, dripping from between my fingers...

A dream of returning to adolescence, if this is a joke made by God with him, let him indulge in this dream forever and don't wake up.Yukimura Seichi, 25 years old, the most popular painter of the new generation in Japan, went back to the past in the hotel when he was negotiating the painting exhibition of Madame Joseph in Paris.Back when I was ten years old, I was just in the fifth grade of elementary school. At that time, the spring break had just started.

When going out for a run, Yukimura still felt a little unsure.

On both sides of the road, the cherry blossoms are in full bloom, and the breeze is blowing, fluttering and falling. This is the best season in spring. Even though the flowering season is short, it is also the most magnificent and beautiful life.When Yukimura officially retired from tennis all the way in his third year of high school, he was once referred to as "Sakura" by fans who liked him.Cherry blossoms with a soft and fresh fragrance bloom in the warm spring sun, but the time is short... Videos and photos record his strongest time, and it is precisely because of his strength that it is even more regrettable, even in Many years later, the young fan Matt who had known him before still had a fresh memory of him.

Yukimura's tennis will always be fixed in the last U17 singles final that surprised the world.It suddenly blooms and disappears in an instant, like a dazzling meteor, never to be found again.

Yukimura finally stopped in front of a club.

Although it has been ten years, Yukimura still remembers that this was the club he visited most frequently when he was a child in his country, and he was very impressed. It was in this club that he abducted Nioh to the tennis club... Maybe the time can be brought forward again. a little?It's a pity that King Ni is still attending elementary school in the south.

Although Sanada and Nioh are not quite right, Yukimura and Nioh get along very well.Sanada's rigid and serious personality is doomed to despise Nioh who is sloppy and doesn't like to do his best.And Nioh likes to use Sanada as the target of pranks the most... Liu has done a data survey, and the number of Nioh's phantoms of Sanada far exceeds the most common phantom hours of Tezuka and Atobe.

Whenever he thinks of this, the corners of Yukimura's mouth can't help but twitch - he probably accounts for more than half of the factors in this statistic.After all, having a thin-skinned young boy can be quite nerve-wracking sometimes.Although Sanada will not refute what he proposes (does he dare?), but reluctantly, it will also affect his painting mood...Niou will not have such concerns at all.

After swiping his card to enter the club, Yukimura chose to book a training room by himself and turned on two serving machines at the same time. At the beginning, he couldn't control it perfectly. Although the two balls are not a problem for him now, he wants to To hit the same landing point perfectly... There is still a little gap between imagination and control, this problem even made him feel a little bit depressed during the practice.

However, as the time of practice progressed, he could perfectly hit the same landing point with the two balls from the server machine...the coincidence rate was as high as 99.9%, which is what Liu would probably say here.

Yukimura's restraint has always been very good, but during the first self-practice of the first boy, he couldn't help letting go of his heart. In his memory, such unscrupulous long-term exercise is far away, but it's time to start all over again , but there is no feeling of unfamiliarity, the young body and some old memories are getting familiar a little bit, overlapping, and will eventually fit perfectly.

It wasn't until his body couldn't hold on anymore and he lay down on the court that he felt that everything around him was real.

"I'm back," Yukimura said softly to the training room where he was alone, with tennis balls scattered all over the floor, and at the same time told himself in his heart.Although no one responded to him, his heart was satisfied and happy.

Sure enough, only tennis will not change.This is a completely different feeling from the seven years of secretly watching the job network video tapes. Even though time has healed the pain caused by the scar, the scar is still there.

He raised his hand and raised the racket in his hand, "Long time no see, my half body."

At the age of 15, he said to Sanada that tennis is me, and I hope that the most important partner will agree with my dream.But now, going back in time and restarting his life, he still wants to say to himself in his heart, tennis is me. The 25-year-old Yukimura did not have much ups and downs in life. In the first 18 years of his life, tennis was all his dream.The next seven years became his delusion.

Going back to Yukimura in the past, he didn't take too much time to be sentimental.When the time was almost up, he got up, packed up, and left the training room.

Watching the leaving figure of the boy with iris-purple hair, a boy with a younger sister's head appeared from the shadows.Liu, who just came to Kanagawa with his parents, is the first time to this club today. He looked at the empty training room suspiciously, but his curiosity about the boy never faded.

Life is still the same, but is there really no regret?

"Seiichi. Have you packed your things?" Yukimura, who came back from his morning exercise, was about to improve his weight when he heard his mother's voice outside the door.

Seeing that there was no response, Miyoko Yukimura knocked on the door again, and said, "I opened the door and came in." As soon as Miyoko opened the door, she saw the blue backpack on the horizontal shelf, "Ah, you've packed everything!"

"Mom?" Yukimura zipped up the tennis bag, a little strangely.

"Jingshi forgot? Didn't you promise yesterday that you will go to grandma's house today?"

"Okay." Yukimura replied.After that, he put away his books and checked his backpack.Fortunately, I have always had the habit of organizing things in advance since I was a child.Otherwise, this sudden incident would always catch him off guard.

Grandma Guihezi lives in a seaside city in Shizuoka County. Because there are direct buses, the journey is actually less than two hours.

After breakfast, Yukimura put two more books in his bag and put his beloved ball bag on his back, "Mom, I'm going to grandma's house."

In fact, until elementary school, Yukimura lived with his grandma, Takawako, and they had a very good relationship.After his father's job became stable, he moved back to Kanagawa. However, every spring, summer and winter vacation, he would find time to go back to Shizuoka to accompany his grandmother.Before he started primary school, his grandfather passed away, and his grandmother ran a flower shop by herself.It can be said that Yukimura's artistic cells originated from his father who worked in an advertising company, and his interest in gardening was completely cultivated by Takawako's grandma.

After more than an hour's drive, Yukimura knocked on the door of grandma's house.

"Grandma, I'm here to see you."

Yukimura still remembers that in his previous life, his grandma was in good health, and she even went to participate in her own art exhibition in person.

"Jingshi!" Although Takakazu Yukimura is a bit older, she is in good health, which probably has something to do with her mentality. Although her partner passed away early, the days of raising flowers and grandchildren keep her optimistic.However, every time Jingshi came, it always made her a little happier.

Yukimura put down his backpack and tennis bag, and helped grandma replace the old flowers in the vase, and put the newly picked bouquet in order to arrange the vase.

While doing all this, grandma kept watching, "Jingshi..."

"Huh? Grandma, what's the matter?"

"Mayor Jing is taller!" Takawako reached out and rubbed Yukimura's head, the same indigo hair as her husband always made her a little dazed.

Jingshi smiled, slightly disgusted that he was less than 1.4 meters tall, and secretly added milk to his daily diet.

Morning jogging, racket swing, there is a tennis court with few people beside the flower shop run by grandma, at this time, Yukimura is practicing against the wall.

Yukimura didn't stop until he was exhausted and exhausted to the extreme...

This kind of day when you can sweat without hesitation and have no worries about the future is really nostalgic!

After resting for a while, Yukimura stood up, patted the dust that had just been contaminated by falling on the ground, and prepared to go back to grandma's house to help.When he turned around, he found grandma standing not far from him.

"Grandma, why are you here?" Yukimura hurried over.

Kiheko laughed, "Because I want to see what Seiichi is up to every day," as he spoke, he helped Seiichi dust off the dust he hadn't seen, which made Yukimura, who was already mentally aged, blush for a moment.

"It's really rare to see Jingshi like this..."

"Grandma!" Yukimura was a little anxious.

Kiwako took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from Yukimura's forehead, "Seiichi likes tennis, right?"

"Yeah!" Yukimura nodded without hesitation, tennis, this is his obsession for two lifetimes!

"Want to join the job site?"

Yukimura was taken aback by grandma's words, but after a pause, he still said, "I want to!" Even in his dreams, he still wants to stand on the tennis court in his second life, in his new life!

Guihezi looked at the shining eyes of his precious grandson, and saw in a daze that when he went to the French Open International Competition, the people around him said to him, "Guihezi, I really hope to enter the clay court competition one day. It's a pity that I didn't even qualify as a wild card. Can't make it to the game."

"If it's Jingshi, it's definitely possible." Guihezi tidied up Jingshi's hair that was a little messed up by the wind.

"Of course, I'm the best." Yukimura smiled softly, the smile was exactly the same as that of the old man beside him who was over fifty years old but still had an elegant temperament.

"Bang-crack-bang-crack..." Since talking to his grandma, Yukimura practiced more frequently. Because he was still young and couldn't wear too much weight, Yukimura went to a store in Tokyo Customized special weight-bearing finger cots.This kind of load can not only increase the grip strength of the wrist, but also enhance the ball control of the body. The key is that such a load will not affect the body. Although the price is a bit expensive, the return is huge.Yukimura thinks about it, when he enters Likai University, he can discuss with Liu to customize a set for each main candidate.

And Yukimura, who was practicing against the wall, felt someone behind him, who seemed to be staring at him, and had been staring at him for a long time.

Yukimura turned his head abruptly, and the boy in front of him had a face similar to that in his memory, but his face was a little immature, and he didn't have the appearance of a star who would be so popular in the future... But, the boy's blue eyes were fixed on him. There is disbelief and strong nostalgia in it.

Hey, long time no see, Nioh...