behind the glitz of the net king

Keigo Atobe's hand touched the iris on the window lattice, and the heat seeped into his fingertips little by little.He maintained an unconscious posture for a long time, immersed in his own memory.

The hour hand circled around four o'clock, and Keigo Atobe turned around as if he had woken up from a dream, and Seiichi Yukimura was still standing in front of his desk with a calm expression.

Yukimura Seiichi, who came at the invitation, has not disturbed Atobe Keigo out of politeness, and it is probably because he is thinking about his own affairs.

Atobe Keigo's smile was full of sarcasm, and he brushed the hair on his forehead casually, trying to cover up all his thoughts with a somewhat casual sentence "Longyue is for you".

Yukimura Seiki's body visibly froze, his tone of voice tore apart the gentle disguise, and he said sharply, "I never thought Xiaoyue would fall in love with someone like you."

His eyes were filled with disgust, clearly resisting other people's charity.

Atobe Keigo was slightly stunned before he sneered, and he didn't take it seriously when he realized that it was an act that insulted others' self-esteem just now.

Keigo Atobe could clearly see the hidden anger in Yukimura Seiichi's eyes, which incidentally ignited Keigo Atobe's original unwillingness.

The scene shifted to Atobe's private tennis court.Often with a snap of the fingers, all the lights in the room will suddenly turn on, and when turned on to the brightest, it will seem like daytime.

It was his freedom to turn on the lights in broad daylight.

The swimming pool next to the tennis court still sparkles and reflects this ageless summer.

After the game, both of them were surprisingly calm.Even Keigo Atobe, who was defeated in embarrassment, did not apologize to Yukimura Seiichi.

"You lost." Yukimura Seiichi raised his eyes slightly, with a touch of contempt in his eyes.

There was an eye-to-eye confrontation between the two for a while.

Yukimura Seiichi's coldness and sharpness always made Atobe Keigo inexplicably uncomfortable.

Yukimura Seiichi also read the disdain and conceit in Atobe Keigo's eyes.

Atobe Keigo had to admit the sense of oppression that Yukimura Seiichi gave people, and the pressure from his bottomless tennis skills.

But Keigo Atobe propped up his body with a racket, allowing the sweat to flow down the contours of his face. He was so exhausted that even his voice continued intermittently: "My lord...but...you didn't...lose..."

"You will lose in the end." Seiichi Yukimura emphasized again that it was actually the girl, and Keigo Atobe could see the reason for all the changes in Seiichi Yukimura's emotions, but it was all because of Long Yue.

"If it's the pressure from the family that made you give up on Long Yue, I'll still look down on you." Yukimura Seichi put the racket back on, and there were traces left by Atobe on the slightly twisted net.

Atobe Keigo just thought this set of rhetoric was ridiculous, Yukimura was not himself, of course he didn't know that this decision was for Long Yue's safety in the end.

"You lost her yourself, I picked her up, and she is mine." Yukimura Seiichi's expression softened a little, but his guard against Atobe still remained, "Don't forget, it was you who pushed her away She, no one else is to blame."

After Atobe Keigo repeated Yukimura's last words, he resumed his usual impatient attitude, covering up all the melancholy and sadness with sideways glances.

Yukimura Seiichi's habit of turning around and leaving after the game has not changed, but Keigo Atobe still shouted to him with all his strength: "Take care of her...you have the ability..."

He didn't look like a loser, Keigo Atobe wanted to say something to warn him, but when the time slowed down, he began to anxiously wait for Yukimura Seiichi to reply.

Seiichi Yukimura paused and wanted to say something more, but swallowed the advice in a second, and only answered with a single word.

"Okay." The light seemed to be floating on the dark blue in Yukimura Seiichi's eyes, as far away as a line of sea and sky.

His tone was as firm as savings, as unshakable as a promise of life and death.

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