[Net King] Hello, boy Sanada in the second week

Because the teacher came in very quickly, Liu, who was in his class, had time to look at him questioningly.

Sanada received it and nodded to him, indicating that everything was fine.

After finally waiting for get out of class to end, Liu immediately came to Sanada's desk.

"let's go and eat?"

Sanada nodded while tidying up the desk.

The two bought bento boxes and went to the rooftop together.

Looking at the clusters of lush plants on the rooftop, but seeing the (beautiful) person with a gentle and caring expression, the two stagnated at the same time.

"...I'm really not used to it." Liu quickly recovered and sighed.

"Ah." A short monotone.Sanada's face didn't look good.

Liu saw it, and inevitably asked worriedly: "What's wrong?" Isn't everything going well?

"No, no." Sanada tried to calm his expression.he just...

Liu Xiaoran, "Xianichiro is worried."

After the words fell, thinking of Yukimura's illness, Liu's mood also fell, and he couldn't say words of comfort for a while.

After a brief silence, Liu thought of something and asked:

"Next week is overseas training. I remember that all three of us have signed up. But... we can't go to Jingshi."

Sighing regretfully, Liu paused, and just about to ask Sanada tentatively, Sanada had already opened his mouth——

"I'm not going either."

Liu was not surprised at all.

According to his judgment, the probability of Sanada making this decision is 90.00%.

Just listen to Sanada's follow-up explanation (cover up):

"For the tennis club! If I'm not here, they will definitely relax!"

"...Although the three of us are not here, the probability of Chiya (and Nioh) going to heaven is 90.00%[-]..."

Liu Mian narrated expressionlessly, and then changed the topic, "But this is not the decisive factor for Genichiro to choose to stay."

90.00% chance it's because of Yukimura.

Sanada: "..."

Sanada's eyes turned to Liu with a heavy gaze.

The two stared at each other in silence for a few seconds.

Sanada was the first to look away.

"This week you hand over to me what you are doing, and I will be in charge next week."

Sanada opened his mouth.

Not a perfect diversion technique.Liu made a note in his heart.

But he kindly followed Sanada's thoughts.

Liu replied, "No need."

Meeting Sanada's suspicious gaze, Liu showed a faint and elegant smile, "I have already withdrawn the registration of the three of us."

So the three of them will not go to this overseas training.

"Anyway, Liu Sheng and the others are not going to go, and I'm lonely alone." Liu finally joked.

Sanada was silent for a moment, then said, "Thank you."

Liu waved his hand, "The tennis club is not your responsibility alone."

... Yukimura is not your responsibility alone.

Thinking of Yukimura, a trace of hesitation flashed across Liu's face, and he opened his mouth, hesitating to ask something.

"Genichiro..."

"Ok?"

Liu was about to tentatively ask, but was interrupted by a loud voice.

"Deputy Minister Sanada! Senior Liu! You are indeed here!"

Before the person arrives, the sound arrives first.

The two followed the prestige and saw Kirihara's messy head of black seaweed protruding from the entrance of the roof.

"Yo~"

"Puri~"

Followed by Marui's red head and Nio's white hair, they jumped up to the rooftop.

Finally, there were Kuwahara and Yagyu, who worked hard to hold a few people's lunch boxes.

"It's nothing..." Liu Tun returned what he wanted to say.

Sanada didn't care.

He yelled at Kirihara who rushed over and threw Liu Dou on his side, "You're so slack!"

In the past few days, Yukimura has undergone further examinations at the hospital.

When the results came out, Yukimura didn't feel nervous.

"It's suspected Guillain-Barré disease."

Yukimura's attending physician, Dr. Watanabe, first briefly introduced the disease and told him that with conservative treatment, the recovery time may be two weeks to two years.

"Listen to Yushi, you are partners who play tennis together."

Dr. Watanabe seems to have a very good relationship with the Ninzu family. When talking to Yukimura, his smile and tone are full of the kindness of the elders to the juniors, rather than the usual formula of doctors treating patients.

"I heard that you are very powerful. That boy Yushi seldom admires anyone. Except for the Atobe family, you are the only one."

Yukimura smiled modestly.

There is no denying it.

What a confident and proud boy.

Dr. Watanabe sighed in his heart, with a trace of regret inevitably showing on his expression.

"Athletic boy... I think you also know something about this disease?"

Yukimura nodded, "I checked the information."

"Then you should know about the sequelae of this disease, right?" Dr. Watanabe paused, as if he couldn't bear it, "Are you...are you ready to not be able to play tennis in the future?"

Yukimura's gaze sharpened for a moment.

He was not unaware that about a third of patients with Guillain-Barré syndrome may be left with permanent weakness.

It's just...he has never, and never dared to think deeply about, the situation that this sequelae happened to him...

Just listen to Dr. Watanabe continue to say:

"Usually, we would recommend medication and intravenous treatment. If properly controlled, it will have little impact on daily life except for the inability to perform high-intensity exercise. Of course, the possibility of recurrence and sequelae is about 30.00%."

Yukimura's eyes were blank for a moment, then he reacted and asked:

"So... what if it's me?"

What if it's someone like me who absolutely doesn't want to lose tennis?

"Operation."

Dr. Watanabe replied, and then added:

"It's just...the success rate is relatively low, no more than 30.00%. This means...70.00% fatality rate."

Yukimura's pupils constricted for a moment.

"The advantage is... if there is no problem with postoperative recovery and rehabilitation, you don't have to give up any kind of exercise."

Yukimura said nothing.

Doctor Watanabe sighed.

"Think about it. How to choose or not depends on your own thoughts. Our hospital actually does not recommend surgery."

After all, the risk is much greater than conservative treatment, with a high fatality rate of 30.00%.

If it wasn't for Youshi's request to protect the boy's sports life as much as possible, he probably wouldn't have made this suggestion, at least he wouldn't have told the patient that surgery was an option before he tried conservative treatment.

"Thank you."

Yukimura expressed his thanks earnestly and sincerely.

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small theater--

Afternoon work, Sanada double training.

Kirihara (surprised) (loudly): Vice Minister Sanada was also fined?

Marui: Keep your voice down, idiot!Do you want to be punished too?

Kirihara (excited): So I was really punished.

Marui (black line): The focus is wrong.

Sanada (angry): Akaya, are you being lazy!So slack!Go run a hundred laps!

Kirihara (conditional reflex): Yes! (Don't dare to delay for a moment) (Running in circles)

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For several days in a row, Sanada's training was crazy, and Kirihara was speechless.

Only Liu knew that Sanada was doing supplementary training in order to ask for leave from work.

"Say hello to Jingshi for me."

After class, when Sanada asked Liu for leave, although Yukimura was not mentioned, Liu still added this sentence.

In the two years of junior high school, Sanada has never asked for leave during tennis training. Apart from going to visit Yukimura, he can't think of any other reason.

Sanada nodded.

Without saying much, he put on his tennis bag and left the school in a hurry.

And Liu looked at his back, revealing a touch of deep thought.

After getting out of the car, Sanada drove fast all the way, and stopped when he reached the door of Yukimura's ward.

He slowed down his somewhat rapid breathing, subconsciously straightened the brim of his hat, and then raised his hand to knock on the door.

After waiting for a few seconds, there was still no sound coming from inside.

Sanada was taken aback, worried that there was something wrong with Yukimura, and hurriedly opened the door.

But found that the ward was empty.

Sanada hurriedly asked the nurse, and got the answer "probably on a walk".

As long as the disease doesn't get worse or something unexpected happens, it's fine.

He felt a little relieved.

Gathering his mind, Sanada recalled the rooftop where Yukimura used to go when he was hospitalized in his previous life, and stepped up the stairs.

Sure enough, as soon as the roof door was pushed open, Sanada saw the familiar figure sitting on the bench.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

But when he saw Yukimura's appearance clearly at this time, his heart was raised again in an instant.

Yukimura's rare fragile posture of curling up his legs and burying his face in his knees made Sanada's chest feel tight.

"Jingshi..."

Sanada called softly.

He slowly approached Yukimura step by step, wanting to leave some buffer for the proud boy.

Yukimura remained motionless.

It seemed that his call and footsteps were not heard at all.

His slender and pale neck was exposed in Sanada's line of sight, making his whole body appear more and more slender.

Sanada came to Yukimura.

His body formed a huge shadow over Yukimura.

Yukimura still didn't move.

After a pause, Sanada bent his knees and half knelt in front of Yukimura.

With the close distance, he finally heard Yukimura's extremely weak sobbing.

The collapse of Yukimura in the previous life flashed through Sanada's mind.

He clenched his fist, then slowly loosened it, reaching out to touch Yukimura.

"Turn around."

Yukimura's order came with a strong nasal voice.

Sanada quickly withdrew her hand.

He immediately turned around and turned his back to Yukimura in a half-kneeling posture.

Almost at the same moment when he turned his back, Sanada felt the warm body rushing towards him.

Yukimura grabbed the sleeves of his upper arms with both hands, and buried his face in the back of his shoulders.

Sanada didn't dare to move.

His heart began beating violently.

He felt that a small area on the back of his shoulder was getting hot and humid...

...the tears of Yukimura.

Sanada carefully raised his right hand...

Fortunately, it has not been stopped.

He finally took Yukimura's hand that was holding on to his sleeve slowly.

Yukimura froze for a moment, then slowly relaxed.

The two of them remained in this posture.

After a while, Yukimura finally calmed down.

"……Feel sorry."

Yukimura gently broke away from the held hand, and leaned back in the chair.

"No..." You never have to say sorry to me.

This sentence was in Sanada's mouth. At this time, he did not choose to say it.

Sanada hesitated and didn't move.

He knew that Yukimura didn't want to be seen as vulnerable, so he waited as long as possible for Yukimura to pack up his emotions.

Soon, he heard Yukimura pat the seat beside him, "Come and sit."

Sanada stood up and turned around slowly.

Yukimura was leaning against the back of the chair, with his right hand lightly resting on his slightly upturned face, covering his eyebrows for a while.

Yukimura repeated, "Sit down. Your knees?"

After half-kneeling for so long, he was a little worried about Sanada's right knee landing on the ground.

"It's okay." Sanada replied.

It was already a little cool in the evening in early October.

Sanada glanced at Yukimura who was only wearing a light blue hospital gown, took off his own uniform, and handed it to Yukimura.

Yukimura didn't answer, he waved his hand to signal him not to use it.

Ignoring Yukimura's refusal, Sanada stepped forward and carefully put his uniform on Yukimura's body.

Yukimura looked helpless.

The little boy in his family is usually fine most of the time, and once he encounters something that he thinks is right and needs to be done, he will devote himself to doing it to the end.

The clothes on her body still had Sanada's body temperature, which was warm and warm.

Surrounded by Sanada's aura domineeringly, Yukimura was slightly lost in thought.

Sanada sat next to Yukimura.

Yukimura came back to his senses and said casually, "Why are you here?"

There was no tremor in his voice anymore.

……I want to see you.

Sanada hesitated to open his mouth, but before he could make a sound, he was interrupted by Yukimura's ensuing question——

"Did you skip training?"

Sanada pressed the brim of his hat, yes, how could Yukimura not know why he came.

"I have supplementary training." Sanada explained seriously, paused, and added, "Double."

Yukimura couldn't help laughing.

His family is so honest... well, cute.

"Genichiro..."

"Ok?"

"glad you came."

Sanada raised his eyes abruptly, and was looking into Yukimura's smiling brown eyes, the corners of his eyes were reddish at this time, and the eyes washed by tears became more and more clear, as if a thousand words were contained in them .

"Jingshi! I..."

Do you want to confess?at this time……

Yukimura looked away first.

"Do you know that it has been diagnosed, my disease."

Sanada was taken aback.

Then Yukimura slowly said what the doctor said and the choice he was facing now.

"These days, I'm thinking, why me? Why take my tennis ball?"

"That dark, cruel future where you can't see the way forward..."

"Without tennis, I have nothing."

Sanada listened silently.

The Yukimura in front of him, who seems to be lost in his own thoughts, gradually overlaps with the Yukimura in his memory who said "tennis is me" with depression and pain.

From the perspective of a "subordinate" in his previous life, he couldn't stand the excessive depression of Yukimura as a minister, so he directly woke him up with an iron fist.

But now, he just wanted to hug Yukimura tightly.

"Tennis is who I am. I've thought about it more than once."

"Even so, facing the choice between life and tennis is still too difficult for me."

"I hate tennis, and I hate the world."

Yes, Sanada felt the same way.

For him, it is also a dilemma.

He didn't want Yukimura to pay the price of his life for tennis, like in his previous life.

He thought about persuading Yukimura to give up tennis altogether, but he was reluctant to let that domineering and radiant boy on the court disappear just like that...

"But thanks to the doctor, who gave me this choice from the beginning."

"Even if it's hard, even if it's painful."

But there is hope.

Yukimura turned his face slightly, looking at Sanada softly.

"Hey, Genichiro, you know, if you didn't show up today, I might never have told you this."

"Thank you Genichiro, I think I've made up my mind."

Yukimura's eyes were bright, and Sanada couldn't help but sink into them.

"I will ask for surgery as soon as possible."

In this way, if the operation is successful, plus the time to recover and train, he should be able to catch up with the national competition in the last year of junior high school.

"So during my absence..."

Yukimura held out his hand to Sanada.

"Thanks for your hard work, Genichiro."

Sanada held it tightly.

"I'll wait for your return, Jingshi."

The day after Yukimura made his decision, he informed his attending physician, Dr. Watanabe.

In just two days, I made up my mind to choose high-risk surgery...

Even Dr. Watanabe, who had expected this result, was also taken aback.

Dr. Watanabe couldn't help confirming repeatedly:

"Don't you need to think about it again?"

"Don't you need to discuss it with your family?"

Yukimura smiled and thanked Dr. Watanabe for his kindness.

He stood firm in his decision.

Doctor Watanabe sighed lightly.

"Understood, I will arrange it."

"Take your trouble."

Yukimura bowed slightly and went back to the ward.

Looking at the thin but tall figure, Dr. Watanabe couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

He still couldn't understand the thoughts of these athletic teenagers. For him, there was nothing more important than life.So safe drug treatment is of course the best choice.He couldn't understand why someone would choose surgery without hesitation, knowing that the risks were high.

But he respects their choices.

Respect this teenager who is unwilling to give up tennis easily.

During the training interval, Ren Zuo answered a phone call before slowly returning to the court.

Atobe looked at him coldly.

Rubbing his feet to Atobe's side, he sighed, "That beauty minister is amazing..."

Atobe, who was about to reprimand him for being lazy, was startled.

"You mean Yukimura? What happened to him?"

Ninjazu has never concealed anything from Atobe about matters related to tennis.

Yukimura was suspected of being ill. He also found an opportunity to tell Atobe after the practice match, and also explained why he would prevent Atobe from inviting Yukimura.

This time is no exception.

He told Atobe what Dr. Watanabe said on the phone, including Yukimura's diagnosed illness, the impact of the illness on motor nerves, and Yukimura's final choice.

The important matter of life and death is too far away for carefree sports teenagers like them. Just thinking about it makes my heart jump.

Shinobu felt that it was impossible to be as decisive as Yukimura.

If it was him, he might have hesitated for a long time, and he would probably choose drug treatment in the end.

After all, although he loves tennis, he is not very persistent.

Shinozu sighed again:

"It's very courageous, and its decisiveness is also amazing... Should I say that it is worthy of being the person who stands at the top of King Lihai..."

Atobe never spoke.

He unconsciously raised his hand to caress the tear mole in the corner of his eyes, with a complicated expression on his face.

Is this Yukimura Seichi?

The legendary "Son of God" Yukimura Seichi?

Atobe once thought that Sanada was the head of the Rikkai Tennis Club.

Later, he learned that Seiichi Yukimura was the strongest in Rikkai University, and even in the whole country, but he actually didn't take it seriously.

And Yukimura's appearance intensified his contempt.

Thinking about it now, it's really a pity that I didn't have the opportunity to play a match with such a strong man in his prime!

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☆, Nineteen, "Son of God"

Yukimura's life in the hospital was not as difficult as he expected.

Although he still doesn't like the smell of disinfectant in the hospital.

After making the choice, Yukimura felt relieved.

In addition to following the doctor's advice for preoperative care, he is not self-study courses every day, or draw pictures leisurely.

On Sunday morning, when the door knocked, Yukimura was drawing something in his sketchbook.

"Please come in."

As he spoke, he looked up.

It was indeed Sanada who appeared in front of Yukimura.

"Genichiro!"

A gentle smile appeared on Yukimura's face unconsciously.

The first and third Sundays of each month are rare days off for the Lihai University Tennis Club.

Today is the first Sunday in October.

Before Yukimura received a text message from Liu, telling him that the candidates would come to the hospital to visit.

Yukimura glanced behind Sanada, seeing that there was no one there, he couldn't help asking, "Where are the others?"

"I came alone first."

Sanada spoke uncomfortably.

They made an appointment to meet at the gate of Lihai at ten o'clock.Sanada, who is used to getting up early, couldn't wait, and wanted to have a chance to be alone with Yukimura, so he simply left a message for Liu, and came to the hospital alone.

At this time, he looked at Yukimura Yanyan and smiled at Yanyan, with a look that seemed to understand everything, Sanada was inevitably a little embarrassed.

"Are you okay?" He asked for nothing.

"What do you think of Genichiro?" Yukimura smiled quite brightly, and asked rather rudely.

Sanada choked.

He's really bad at talking.Just ask casually and ask the dead point.

People in the hospital, no matter how good it is, it is not good.

Yukimura smiled, let go of his poor-spoken young boy, and asked about business:

"Let's report on the situation of the tennis club, acting head." Yukimura raised his expression.

Sanada's expression also became serious, "No major incident happened."

After a pause, he continued, "Everyone is working hard."

The minister left temporarily due to illness, and everyone else seemed to be tense. Instead of being lazy, they often trained in private.

Yukimura smiled inwardly, Sanada would only say words of praise when he was not in front of other team members.

Sanada talked about the training situation this week in detail, emphasizing Kirihara's demonization prohibition: Although the progress was slow, Kirihara obviously tried his best to restrain his instincts.

Yukimura could hear his appreciation for Kirihara from Sanada's tone.

He said thoughtfully:

"Next time try to praise Akaya honestly."

Sanada choked.

"...that guy will float!"

Speaking of this, Sanada suddenly remembered that the demonization of Kirihara in his previous life seemed to have been effectively controlled, and even evolved into an angel (this is really Yukimura's way of naming...he secretly sighed in his heart), how did he do it? What about?

It seems to be a U17 sleepover. At that time, he had just been eliminated by Yukimura mercilessly. He was in a bad mood and focused on improving his own strength.

He doesn't even pay attention to Yukimura, let alone Kirihara.

Looking back now, he was really... so lax at that time!

Yukimura thought about it, and it was indeed very possible, Kirihara was too unstable, and it was difficult to gain their trust.

"Then let Nioh try it."

Let Nioh COS Sanada, if Kirihara is really in a trance, then tell the truth to fight it down.

Sanada understood Yukimura's meaning and turned dark.

He and Niwang have discord and have always disliked each other.

Even every time Nioh is in a bad mood, he will COS Sanada to be happy...

So for Nioh's COS, he really has a shadow.

"No, I'll do it."

Sanada clenched his clenched right fist, looking resolute.

There is no problem that cannot be solved by iron fist sanctions. If it fails once, it will come again.

Yukimura was amused by his performance.

"Relax, Genichiro, I believe you can."

The two discussed the situation of other members before ending the topic.

Sanada took out two notebooks from his bag and handed them to Yukimura.

"Here are the notes for this week."

Yukimura took it and flipped through it casually. There are all courses. It seems that Sanada sorted them out and transcribed them together.

Yukimura pursed his lips and smiled, "Thanks for your hard work, Genichiro." He looked at Sanada with slanted eyebrows and eyes as if he could speak.

Sanada felt his heart beating faster than he could control, and his cheeks began to feel hot.

He wanted to say something, but his mind was in chaos, and there was an impulse in his heart that made him open his mouth, "Jingshi! I..." like you!

Unfortunately, the knock on the door interrupted everything.

Sanada shut her mouth angrily.

Yukimura's smile faded slightly, other than that, it was completely impossible to see that similar annoyance flashed in his heart.

"...Please come in."

He raised his voice, his voice sounding peaceful as usual.

Is it his staff?It came pretty fast.

He thought this way, but the person who opened the door and came in was unexpected.

"Atobe?" Yukimura raised an eyebrow in surprise.

Why is he here? !

Sanada was still annoyed, his face darkened.

It was Keigo Atobe of the Hyodi who walked in slowly.

At this time, he looked at the two people in the room who were standing one by one and lying on the other, a trace of inquiry flashed in Atobe's eyes.

Judging from his full-level insight, the expressions of these two people are a bit wrong.

"I didn't disturb anything, did I... huh?"

Out of courtesy, Yukimura got up from the bed and went to Atobe.

"Master Atobe can come, it's really radiant, there is nothing to disturb or not to disturb."

The vengeful Yukimura stabbed Atobe a little.

Atobu subconsciously stroked the tear mole at the corner of his eye, with a proud face.

"Ah, my uncle is the most gorgeous!"

Atobe completely took it as a compliment, yes, his master Atobe is so confident.

The corner of Yukimura's mouth twitched faintly.

"My uncle is here to see you."

Atobe's gaze fell firmly on Yukimura, as he said, he wanted to see Yukimura from the inside out.

Sanada glared at Atobe dissatisfied.

Too presumptuous!

Yukimura was very calm, and let him look at him softly.

"Did you see anything?"

Atobe withdrew his overly aggressive gaze with a complicated expression.

"I heard from Ninzuzu." About Yukimura's illness.

Yukimura nodded with his expression unchanged, this was as early as he expected.

"You're doing fine."

It was simply better than expected.

Atobe came to visit Yukimura impulsively, one was curious, and the other was to see what he could do to help.

Medically, he's patient, but spiritually, he's unrelenting—whether it's encouraging or motivating, the confident Atobe believes he can do anything.

Atobe cherishes talent, even if it is an opponent, he doesn't want to see such an amazingly talented opponent fall away.

It's just that he didn't expect that Yukimura was stronger than he expected, and he cheered up so quickly.

Yukimura smiled, his eyes drifted unconsciously, and he glanced at Sanada.

In his heart, without Sanada, he wouldn't have cheered up so quickly.

Atobe caught this glance, and raised his eyebrows indistinctly.

"Should it really be the 'Son of God'?"

At that moment, I don't know why I suddenly thought of the real son of God, and Atobe suddenly felt a sense of destiny.

Hearing this, Yukimura frowned slightly.

"That's not the title I want."

He still prefers to delete the last two words.

"No..." Atobe rubbed his eyebrows, looked at Yukimura with a complicated expression, "Have you read the New Testament?"

"What?" The topic changed too quickly, and Yukimura's first reaction was to suspect that he had heard it wrong, and then he reacted, "Oh, no, I don't believe in religion."

Although Atobe, who studied in England for several years as a child, is not a religious believer, he still has some understanding of religion.

"The crucifixion of Jesus, the only Son of God... He was slandered and betrayed by the world, and finally he was crucified on the cross. The "Son of God" I understand is not only powerful, but also never bows down even if he is tortured. determination and attitude.”

Yukimura was startled when he heard that.

He has always disliked the childishness of the Son of God, but he has never interpreted the given title from another angle.

"...It seems that I should upgrade as soon as possible." That would probably save me from suffering.

Yukimura jokingly said.

Sanada was silent.

I always feel like I lost to Atobe.

It's an illusion...

……

At this time, there were vague footsteps outside the door, and as the sound gradually became louder, a black curly head appeared at the door.

"Minister Yukimura!" Kirihara shouted energetically.

Kirihara immediately saw Atobe, and lowered his voice subconsciously, "Huh? It's Ice Emperor's senior Atobe!"

Then seeing Sanada, he immediately widened his eyes, "Deputy Minister Sanada is so treacherous! He even sneaked away ahead of time!"

Still alone with Minister Yukimura!Kirihara groaned in dissatisfaction.

Sanada: "..."

Sanada only felt a little itchy in his fist.

The other candidates from Lihai University also walked in one after another.

Marui rushed directly to Yukimura, holding up the cake box in his hand.

"Yukimura-kun, the cake you promised! I made it myself!"

Atobe, who was standing next to him, was completely ignored.

The others greeted Atobe first, and each of them inevitably felt a little strange about Atobe's existence.

Liu even took out his notebook casually and jotted down a few notes in it.

The corners of Atobe's mouth twitched in a not-so-glamorous way.

He really can't understand data tennis or something.

"Ah, don't bother you, I'll take my leave first. Yukimura, if you have any questions, you can find me."

Yukimura nodded at him, "Thank you, Atobe! ... Sanada."

Sanada responded, "Atobe, I'll take you out."

Atobe smiled but wasn't smiling.

The methods under Yukimura's rule...or should I say the tacit understanding between the two...Tsk.

Sanada sent Atobe to the stairs.

"The 'Emperor' of the middle school tennis world..." Atobe said suddenly, "Perhaps no one outside of Lihai University knows the side of this emperor who is willing to be subordinate to others."

Sanada's expression remained unchanged, "This has nothing to do with you, Atobe."

Atobe snorted, but did not continue the topic.

"Let's go." He waved his hand and went downstairs by himself.

Sanada watched him walk out of sight before turning around.

Instead of heading towards the ward, he went to Yukimura's attending physician's office.

When Sanada reappeared in Yukimura's ward, more than 20 minutes had passed.

But the people talking and laughing around Yukimura didn't notice it.

Even Liu didn't notice it.

Only Yukimura noticed.

His uniquely oppressive gaze circled Sanada.

Sanada understood the meaning: explain it to me.

He nodded slightly, and Yukimura looked away.

Sanada was gradually fascinated by the chatter of other people.

... In his previous life, Yukimura died of a recurrence of the disease, so from the beginning of his rebirth, he was worried about Yukimura's condition.

This time he found a doctor especially to confirm his previous guess.

Dr. Watanabe's words came back to his mind just now.

——"Recurrence? You can rest assured that if the operation is successful, the chance of recurrence is extremely small."

——"Ah, yes, postoperative rest is very important. If you are not careful, there may be problems."

——"Participating in the competition less than a month after the operation? Are you kidding? It is probably very difficult to walk, run and jump like a normal person one month after the operation. After all, it is a neurological problem."

——"What will happen? There is a high probability that the disease will recur, or cause other problems."

——"The recuperation and rehabilitation after the operation must not be rushed, and the doctor's orders must be strictly followed."

really……

For a moment, Sanada seemed to be out of air, and could barely breathe.

If it wasn't...if he hadn't lost the Kanto Tournament, Yukimura wouldn't be in a hurry to get back on the field.They will not try their best to accelerate the speed of recuperation and rehabilitation, so as to lead to the recurrence of the disease later.

Sanada thought remorsefully.

None of them realized this in their previous lives. The recuperation and rehabilitation of less than a month after surgery was such a heavy burden for Yukimura, both physically and mentally.

They only cared about the success of Yukimura's surgery and Yukimura's tenacity in quickly returning to the court, but no one noticed that Yukimura's physical strength and strength declined after the operation.

It's... so slack!

Now that he is starting again, he no longer wants to pursue the development of his own limit. Whether it is tennis or kendo, he has no hope.

The only obsession is to make Yukimura heal, so that Yukimura can...live well in this world.

For this, he is willing to give everything.

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☆, twenty, unexpected invitation

Sanada's life has always been regular, sometimes even close to rigid.

After Yukimura was hospitalized, he visited Yukimura every week on Wednesdays and Sundays.

Wednesday is after school in the afternoon, Sunday is usually in the morning, and if there is a practice session he will show up in the afternoon.

Yukimura was a little helpless, and wanted to tell Sanada that he didn't need to come so frequently.

But he couldn't deny that every time he saw Sanada, he would feel very good, so he acquiesced to Sanada's actions.

Sanada continued to train with double the amount of training as promised to Yukimura on the day of admission.

Yukimura couldn't help but touch his forehead, he was actually not as harsh as Sanada thought.

"It will be good to make up training according to the normal training volume in the future." Yukimura said.

Sanada refused.

He replied: "I want to lead by example."

Yukimura didn't quite understand at the time.

After reading Liu's email, he suddenly realized.

Liu told him that it has become an iron law of Lihai University Tennis Club to make up for missed training twice.

Therefore, it frightened away a group of small animals who wanted to visit Yukimura following the example of Simada Qiaoxun.

Yukimura couldn't laugh or cry.

This Genichiro... Really!

Sanada unexpectedly receives a call from Coach Aigaku Ryuzaki.

She told him that Echizen Nanjiro had moved back to Japan and allowed his worship