[Net King] The Crown of Tennis

At the beginning of the year, Dr. Jintian gave Yukimura's treatment progress report to the guardian An Ji.

Yukimura is undergoing phased diagnosis.An Ji went home and gave the report to Ming Hao.

"Kiko..." The corners of the paper were wrinkled, obviously the previous owner was not at peace when he checked it.Ming Hao raised his eyes and looked at An Ji, and saw himself expressionless in those moist eyes, "Jingshi..."

"Let's go on like this, okay?" An Ji didn't let him continue, and the mother who took care of and comforted the eldest son for two months with a relaxed smile finally showed uneasiness and vulnerability in front of her lover. With Minghao's strong upper arm, he looked at Minghao expectantly, "It will be cured like this. Huh?"

Ming Hao was silent, and read it again unwillingly.

Periodic summary of the course of treatment: the condition is well controlled, and the probability of recovery reaches 98.23%.However, the patient will no longer have normal motor reflexes and full moment-to-moment control of the muscles.This kind of physical quality completely cut off the possibility of Yukimura entering the professional network.Apparently, Anki wasn't sure whether Yukimura would angrily choose surgery after knowing this information.But that is a surgery with a success rate of only nearly 20%. In her opinion, what is the difference from 1%?

Once the operation fails, you will either be paralyzed, or directly...

There was a faint tingling sensation in Ming Hao's arm, and An Ji's fingers were deeply embedded in the flesh of his upper arm.She would rather blame her or even hate her after Yukimura recovered, than let her eldest son know about it at this time, and then complain about himself, mother and son argue, and even refuse treatment.It hurt both sides, and finally had to agree to the operation.

Ming Hao has always supported Yukimura's pursuit of tennis, just like he pursued painting when he was young, but when he got the opportunity to study abroad in university, he gave up, for his seriously ill father and heartbroken mother.This also became the regret of his life.Therefore, he doesn't really want Yukimura to be forced to sacrifice his longing for the future like him.but......

As a father, how dare he bet on Yukimura's life!This is the child they watched growing up...

"Ah... let's go on like this..."

After the New Year, the streets are still depressed. Strictly speaking, it is not until March that the vegetation starts to "work" after thawing.Tokyo is not like Fujisawa City in Kanagawa, which is so cold and clammy that it seems that the body has been cast from the inside to the outside by a freezing spell, which is somewhat beneficial to the cultivation of patients.

Yukimura can already move his limbs and move around.There is no big problem with daily pouring water, eating and so on.Although still feeling numb and weak, everything seems to be getting better, doesn't it?

When he stood up now, there was always an inexplicable sense of emptiness, and his frivolous body seemed to remind him that he had lost something important.

Ah, he knew in his heart what was missing.But there is always hope, as long as it can be cured.

Going to the garden of the hospital the next day can make him a little lighter. Children can't stay idle even when they are sick. Running and jumping in the garden is also normal. They quickly get acquainted with this beautiful and gentle big brother.

"Big brother is right next door to me!" The short-haired boy sat next to Yukimura, poking his arm with his legs swinging, "I saw it, there are always a few people standing at the door with long bags on their backs, looking in. Especially a tall uncle, super scary! You have to be careful."

"Okay~ Thank you Xiaoyu." Yukimura smiled gently, "But that bag is called a tennis bag, and they should be my friends."

"Tennis? Big brother can play tennis, right?"

"Yes, but it's sad that my friends don't come in~ So can Xiaoyu remember their appearance for me in the future?"

"Yeah."

"I'll help my brother remember it too!" Another boy standing on the stool interjected. This is considered a great achievement in the eyes of the children, right?

The little girl squatted beside the bench with her face in her arms: "Is brother good at playing tennis? Can you fight off little monsters?"

"I know!" The brown-haired little boy proudly held up a magazine from a few months ago, "My brother's name is... Seiichi... No.1 in Japan!"

"It's amazing~"

"Must have defeated a lot of people?"

Yukimura just smiled and gently supported the little girl who was about to climb onto the bench.Just chat like this, tell them little stories, and the fun afternoon is over.

"Brother Jingshi is coming next time, I haven't finished the story of Fu Sangshen today."

"Okay."

"Goodbye~"

Yukimura waved to the running children: "Ah, see you next time."

An incoherent but joyful syllable came out of his throat, and he tremblingly pressed against the wall and returned to the ward. It was not yet the peak time for visiting patients, and the inpatient area was very quiet.After resting in the stairwell for a while, Yukimura slowly went upstairs, lowered his eyes and walked slowly in the temporarily empty passage, but suddenly heard the conversation between Dr. Kaneda and Nurse Masako at the door of the ward, and he raised his head suspiciously.

Jin Tian was looking at the daily records of the ward, and lowered his voice specially: "Yukimura-kun...if this continues, I probably won't be able to play tennis."

The slender figure in the hospital gown outside the door swayed.There seemed to be a sledgehammer hitting heavily on the left chest, the wide eye sockets were filled with water vapor, and two tears were drawn on the pale face.The thin body leaned limply against the cold wall due to the master's grief, and slowly slid down until he sat on the ground.

The floating board that was gripping tightly in the sea was finally shattered, and the reasons that had supported him to laugh at the pain all along disappeared.

[It's cold. ] Yukimura flinched at his body which was warmed by the sun.Perhaps according to his personality, he should calm down and think about countermeasures, think about what to do next instead of curling up by the wall like this.

It's just that a person who has been sentenced to "death sentence"... how to calm down?Is there anything else I need to think about?It was his last restraint not to cry bitterly.

At that moment, he really wanted to shout out recklessly and frantically: surgery!I want surgery!

Then he was suppressed by his regained consciousness.

With such a low success rate, how could he...believe.If it fails, what will his parents do?What about my sister?He had tasted the pain of losing a loved one when he was young. It was a long crack carved in his heart, and even time could not completely wear it away.And...he was scared.

fear death.So scary.

It's ridiculous to say that four months ago he was looking forward to a bright future and still in the infancy of life, and now he is facing the issue of his own life.

As for the paralysis, it was more excruciating pain than... that he refused to conceive.

He didn't want to choose surgery.It's so annoying, there is a probability of harm but no benefit!

Night is not the time for visiting, most patients rest early, only the footsteps of nurses on duty occasionally echo in the corridor.

The racket that had been dusty in the tennis bag for a long time was finally taken out.The silver-blue frame reflects a new and dazzling light under the oblique sunlight, as if it is moved and intimate to the owner's re-opening.

The handle is carefully and solemnly wrapped with black hand glue.As always, just sit back and he'll be on the court with his owner, making one perfectly fluid swing after another, scoring every point to show off proudly to all.

Yukimura fumbled for his posture, standing with his feet back and forth and half-bending his knees with difficulty, his left arm was naturally slanted in front of him as he remembered, and his right hand was holding the racket.The head is still looking forward, the whole upper body turns to the right and stretches to start pulling the racket, then lead and swing the racket, imagining that the tennis ball is hit at the right front of the waist, the upper body still drives the racket along the way, and the arm relaxes and circles back after hitting the ball The racket reaches over the left shoulder.

[Ah, what an ugly flat forehand. ]

[I really didn't expect this to be my swing. ]

The bitterness in my heart is unspeakable, and I can only vent it with swinging the racket again and again.

After about 20 back and forth, accompanied by a few soft sounds, the familiar silver-blue color bumped against the ground, rubbed with the ground for a length of more than ten centimeters according to inertia, and then lay quietly.

The thin boy curled his toes a few times, staring at the treasure three or four steps away, feeling inexplicably blocked.

[You...can't stand it...so you reject me...]

The legs were driven by the will to move forward, but they failed because they barely bent their knees for a minute or two.Fortunately, the left arm supported the edge of the bed so as not to fall to the ground, and the right arm was a little numb and unable to lift up.

The fiery gaze has been lingering on the racket not far away, but there is probably nothing that makes Yukimura more sad than this.

He couldn't even touch the racket.

This distance is really close, but to him, it's so far away.

The early morning of the water day was a fine day, and the children were still sleeping in the warm blankets, but the insects and birds had already gotten up and worked hard.Of course, in the eyes of people, it is the clear cry and the agile flying dance.

Yukimura was wandering in the garden, the yellow dot in his naturally swaying left hand looming.

The gardenia leaves on the north side of the garden were cut horizontally and vertically by the cold winter wind, but they were not blown off.This morning, the branches were crumbling, probably because of the crackling raindrops last night, which made it unable to hold on, right?

Big or small wind blows over the gardenia branch, and the evergreen leaf is finally taken away from the branch where it was bred and grown by invisible hands in an instant, struggling in the air and hovering beside the mother tree, and finally falls helplessly on the ground Accept the truth.

The pale boy walked around the garden several times, and let go of his left hand as he passed the gardenia bushes.

There was a bruise on the right hand, which was being wrapped in medical tape and dripped.The curly hair, which was always neat, looked messy due to the continuous pressure of the pillow, but the owner didn't care about it at all, just lying on the hospital bed blankly and staring at the ceiling.

This was the first scene that Sanada saw during his first visit to the doctor in the new year, and he inevitably ignited anger from the bottom of his heart.

"Yukimura, you!" [How do you look like this!This is not the Yukimura Seichi in my eyes! ]

Yukimura noticed Sanada's anger and sat up, but he didn't respond. Instead, he mentioned something that Sanada would never have thought of: "Sanada, the Ministry, let's temporarily add a quasi-selection and qualifying round."

"What?" Sanada didn't understand what he meant.

"Strength is the most important thing. Lihai needs a new and strongest minister."

"What are you talking about! The strongest person in Lihai is you—"

"No!" Sanada's unspoken ending was interrupted by Yukimura, "It's not me!"

"You are just sick, Yukimura." Sanada tensed up, because of the anger and worry in his heart, he tried to comfort his best partner, "It will be fine, when you return to the tennis club, you will still be Lihai No .1, and also the national No.1.”

"I can't go back..." The expression on Yukimura's face twisted, like he was about to cry, but also about to laugh, "I can't play tennis anymore."

"This is impossible!"

"I can't play tennis—"

What stopped Yukimura from continuing was Sanada Ougi's slap on the right cheek: "Even if people in the whole world can't play tennis, the one left must be you! Yukimura!"

"Have you forgotten? The agreement between us. Have you forgotten that we will dominate the country together? Have you forgotten what you promised me, will you come back?"

"No matter what, you can win, Yukimura!" [You are the "son of god" on the tennis court!The Son of God is omnipotent! ]

【what can I do?I can't even hold a racket!This is the truth. ] His bloodshot cheeks were lightly covered by his right hand, Yukimura closed his eyes, a little aggrieved, more guilty.As Sanada said, he missed the appointment.However, the reality cannot be changed according to the will of the people.

The teenager who has been suffering from illness for more than two months has lost not only the memory of tennis, but also his sharp edges and sharp edges. It was blown out.

"...It's a fact that I won't be able to return for a short time." Yukimura chose a slightly euphemistic way of saying, "A leader is always needed, even if it's just an acting minister."

"Takumi's minister is just you." Sanada lowered his voice, "It will be fine, Yukimura."

"Then listen to me!" Sanada was silent for a long time with the relentless command tone, unable to argue.

The sound of firm footsteps gradually faded away.Such a confused and cowardly self, let Sanada down, right?

[Genichiro...]

When Sanada announced in the ministry that he would select an acting minister, there was an uproar, including the quasi-selection.It is difficult for them emotionally to accept the need for an acting minister, but intellectually it is necessary.

Therefore, most of the members just whispered to their companions, and did not overreact.After all, the quasi-candidates haven't indicated yet.Kirihara, who wanted to ask questions at the first moment, was gagged by Liu.They understand that Sanada is not the one who intends to "upgrade" because of Yukimura's illness, but will be the first opponent.What he did was definitely ordered by Yukimura, and the hidden problem behind it was obviously more serious than the superficial selection of the "acting minister"!

#It is really necessary to visit Yukimura. #

Sanada looked at a group of members who were talking in low voices in front of him, a little angry, and his expression became more severe as time went on.This seems to the members to be dissatisfied with their arguments and doubts.

Igarashi frowned and was puzzled. Everyone knew that Sanada was not that kind of person, but as expected...he still couldn't accept it...He was trying to understand the meaning behind it, but Koizumi, who was next to him with a short hair, had already stepped forward.

[Hello!Don't be impulsive. ] The right hand stretched out to hold back only harvested a bunch of air.

"I'm sorry, Sanada." Koizumi came out of the team, stood with folded arms, and looked at Sanada with sharp eyes, "Although I know the rules are for the strong to speak, but as one of the members who have followed for two years One, I think I still have a little right to speak."

It was as if the noise on the recorded broadcast was cleared, and the tennis court fell silent.

"I'm sorry, as long as Yukimura is still a member of the Tennis Club of Lihai University High School, I will not recognize other ministers." After a pause, Koizumi raised his eyebrows and added, "Even if it is an agent."

The anger that the members imagined did not appear, and Sanada raised the corner of his mouth in a rare way: "Ah, I see, is there anyone who opposes it?"

Igarashi stepped out and stood beside Koizumi: "Sorry, Sanada. I thought so too."

One by one, or at the same time, the members came out to express their positions one after another. At first glance, it seemed that they all moved forward a few steps.

An A4 paper full of handwriting was placed on the small table in front of Yukimura, and Sanada gently pushed it forward.

"As you can see, Yukimura. There are 33 members in the Tennis Club of Rikkai University Affiliated High School, except for the director Seiichi Yukimura. All of them reject the selection of 'acting director'." After putting up this petition, Sanada stepped back a step or two, Behind him are the seven quasi-candidates, "Li Hai's minister is only Yukimura Seichi, that's all."

"...I understand." Yukimura covered his face with his right hand and rubbed the corner of the paper with his left hand, "I understand."

"You go back first."

"Yukimura..." He asked them to go back after they had just come to meet, and no one said a word.

"go back!"

A figure remained in the ward, listening quietly to the sound of footsteps fading away in the aisle.Slowly or urgently, print them in your memory again.

Marui poked Nio's waist, and the two exchanged glances. [what happened?Isn't it getting better? ]

[Probably something unexpected happened?Or maybe it's just not in time for this year's season, so...]

Yukimura carefully read the signatures of different styles over and over again, and he can still remember everyone's appearance.For example, Jiang Yuan was shy with his head lowered slightly when talking with him, Tanaka flinched with a face of imminent disaster when he returned the ball to the net, and his junior student Yamamoto often secretly glanced at him cautiously...

"Hahaha......"

The laughter was not hearty, Yukimura stretched his arms, lying on his back, his eyes fell on the ceiling that he was tired of seeing.

I really didn't expect this kind of reaction from the Ministry.As a minister, how should he repay everyone?

return to... surgery...

The course of treatment continued, and every day was extremely long.And Yukimura still stayed at the same intersection, hesitating every minute.The medicine is slowly taking effect, and his body and will are getting farther and farther away from his desired state. Perhaps there is not much time left for him to make a choice.

On the afternoon when the quasi-shoguns visited, Yukimura's ward received an unexpected guest.

Yukimura was clutching his water glass and staring out of the window. The young man who had grown a beard due to puberty was ushered in by the nurse.He looked at the unforgettable but unfamiliar figure sitting by the bed, and his heart trembled again unavoidably.

Yukimura was quite shocked when he saw the person coming: "You are..."

"Hiroto Sehara." The young man noticed Yukimura's eyes on the tennis bag behind his left shoulder, and smiled indifferently, "Oh, I didn't come to ridicule you."

"Oh?" Yukimura in front of outsiders returned to the indifferent look he had when he was a minister.

"After that game," Sehara, who had come all the way, was still standing by the door, showing no intention of approaching, "I was indeed afraid of holding the racket as reported." He returned the ball desperately, and he couldn't win no matter what. Instead, he was full of ugly appearances on the court. The yellow ball screamed and stretched out its sharp claws to prevent him from approaching.

This feeling of being denied is suffocating.

"I started playing tennis at the age of eight. I won more than I lost in Kyushu, and it was even more so after I entered junior high school. But you, ruthlessly broke my dignity on the court, and trampled it to pieces on the ground by the way."

Yukimura turned his back to the door and kept looking out the window without saying a word.

"I do hate you, but my inability to hold a racket is my problem."

"It's a ridiculous thing to be afraid of your own comrades. Until three months ago, I finally picked it up again."

"At that moment, I was actually moved by myself, heh." Behind the teasing tone, I don't know how many times I struggled.Without expecting Yukimura's response, Sehara's voice became low and choked, "It turns out that I still like tennis, so much. Even though there are overwhelming ridicule and teasing outside, I still hold it again, just like the one I was supposed to be with. A long-lost friend reunites." [I finally understand why you were so angry at that time. ]

"I'm starting over."

"Yukimura Seiichi, what about you?" [Your affection for tennis is beyond my imagination. ] "So, try to get back."

Sehara turned around and put his hand on the doorknob: "I'm not here to encourage you. It's just that Yukimura Seichi is a god who was born to stand on the tennis court and be looked up to by others. That's all."

The footsteps gradually faded away, and the young man in the room was still looking out the window, motionless.

Yukimura is not an indecisive person, really not, but the importance of this choice has greatly exceeded the limit of his decisiveness.

The next Sunday morning, the visitor was Atobe, which was quite different from the low-key last time. When he came this time, there was quite a lot of noise.

A basket of freshly picked daffodils successfully replaced its predecessor, and a complete set of projection playback equipment was placed in place in the ward.

Yukimura looked at Atobe who was sitting on the chair beside the bed, asking for a reasonable explanation.Atobe nodded to the person who had installed the equipment, but didn't speak immediately, just fiddled with the remote control.

"You—" Yukimura's words were interrupted by the picture appearing on the small curtain.That was... the him a year ago, the match against Sehara.

"..."

"All the games you could find before are all inside." Atobe put the remote control lightly in Yukimura's hand, got up and prepared to leave, "Let's take a good look."

[Yukimura, I can only do this. ]

The immaturity of the boy in the picture cannot conceal the arrogance and confidence in his brows, and every swing is so convincingly perfect.And when he took off his coat, he seemed to be a demon king whose seal had been torn off. Every time he looked back and every round of hitting the ball made people tremble. The pressing judgment swing was enough to destroy the confidence built by the opponent since he touched the tennis ball.

Natural, perfect, fit, a player on the tennis court, and an ambitious player.

The dark blue-haired boy wearing a sweatband, just like the man in the dream four years ago, handed him the tennis racket in his hand.And now—

The boy in the picture is looking at him on the hospital bed, as if seeing a timid and cowardly evader in those bright eyes, a poor man lying on the ground and letting the tennis ball whizz by.

It shouldn't be him...

Nameless anger rose from the bottom of my heart, carrying the unwillingness and longing buried in the depths, and made the fire ignite again.

A child who has experienced a life comparable to paralysis, who can empathize with him?Only himself.Who can understand Yukimura Seiichi's love and pursuit of tennis?Only himself.

[I want to go back. ]

Recently, Ming Hao, who rarely finished his work, came in to visit Yukimura at noon, while An Ji was setting up lunch beside him.Ming Hao caressed Yukimura's right hand with exposed blue veins distressedly, and compared the width of his sleeve and wrist.

[Thin again. ] An Ji told him that Jingshi has been quite depressed recently, and those who know their eldest son understand: he probably already knows.Anki is quite nervous about this every day, but Yukimura remains silent. Does this mean that he has accepted the result...

Ming Hao was in a trance when he suddenly heard the child's words in countless tones that he had imagined in his mind——

"Operation."

The author has something to say:

fragmented. ORZ feels sorry for the parents all over the world, and I hope everyone can understand.

The general plot follows the animation line, and I will only change the national competition.What I wrote is not to make up, if so, I don't have to write it myself, there are many good sweet articles.I watch Lihaven because I like it.But I write Lihaiwen because I respect it.

It needs to have a certain authenticity, power.Its purpose is to shape the image of all Rikkai members, Yukimura, even Atobe, Hyotei, and all other tennis clubs fighting for the game, no matter how strong or weak (except Seigaku).I don't want it to become another "Prince of Tennis", full of idealism, and cool and face-slapping plots, which also does not match the final setting.

Is the preface too subtle?I thought it would be the second persuasion after Chapter 2, but it turns out that this chapter is: The Kanto Crown will fall.The national three-in-a-row hegemony will be achieved.

I almost changed my pen after reading the comments. This is my shortcoming of soft ears.

The outline cannot be moved. My own scene has a strong sense of substitution. When I write it in a depressing manner, I hope to write it in this tone and then reveal the side story.I hope that I can finish writing a certain movie before it is broadcast.

Apologies have been expressed.Thank you for your continued support.

If you can't accept it, you can go to enjoy "The King Lihai", "Return to the Throne" and so on. There is Lihai's perfect record, beautiful dream, very sweet and happy.

I also don't know if this is the correct way for an author.Maybe I should cater to everyone's wishes; maybe I should be tougher and colder.

The reason why I say so much is because I can understand everyone's love for Lihai from the reader's point of view.Yukimura who is loved by the gods, the gods are not me, but you.

So I will explain what exactly I want to express.

An outline is a bottom line, like a given.It doesn't change based on anyone's expectations.Let me change it, I can't write it down.

I won't say any more after that.I have reached the critical point, and I will probably complete the retreat in one go.All indicators are irrelevant.