The fields of autumn, the village of fortune

The day after waking up from the operation, Yukimura started to have a bad feeling because Miwako hadn't mentioned to him about Tachikai's Kanto competition.

"Speaking of which, you haven't told Sanada-kun and the others yet, you're already awake. Shall I call them?" Miwako said suddenly.

"Yeah." Yukimura replied with a habitual smile, "I went to Xiongzhi's ward, and I can't remember the appearance of the teddy bear I promised to help him redraw last time."

"Ah."

Less than 10 minutes later, just as Miwako finished calling Sanada, Yukimura came back.He looked very bad, his face was pale, he was sweating coldly, his mouth was tightly pursed, and he actually walked into the ward by leaning on the wall.Mei Hezi jumped, rushed to his side, and helped him to sit on the hospital bed.

"What's the matter, Yukimura-kun? What's wrong with you? I'll call Dr. Fujimoto."

"No, you are not allowed to go!" Yukimura almost shouted.

Miwako was stunned.

"I'll be fine after sitting for a while." Yukimura calmed down and said, "I don't feel any discomfort."

Mei Hezi thought for a while, and then asked: "Didn't you go to see Xiong Zhi? Why did you come back so soon?" Remember that Xiong Zhi didn't live in this ward.

"Oh, halfway there, I felt a little uncomfortable, so I came back."

Hearing Yukimura's obvious self-contradiction, Miwako knew that something must have happened, but Yukimura didn't want to say it.

"I called Sanada-kun just now, and he said that after the training is over, he will bring the staff over to see you."

Miwako wanted to change the subject, but Yukimura's face froze again.Seeing this, Miwako said nothing, just poured a glass of water and handed it to Yukimura.After he took it, he drank it silently, one mouthful at a time.

No matter how hard the time is, it will pass by every minute.

Miwako met tennis club members in the corridor, and after telling them that Yukimura was in the ward, Miwako went on to the boiling water room.Seeing the boiling water rushing into the thermos, and the spout of the pot bursting with heat, Miwako suddenly felt very regretful. Let Yukimura-kun see Sanada-kun at this time, and then learn the news of Lihai's big defeat. There is no worse situation than this up.

After filling half of the pot of water, Miwako turned off the spout, and hurried to the ward with the pot in hand.As soon as he walked to the door of the ward, he saw Sanada-kun walking out, with the brim of his hat low, his expression could not be seen clearly.Immediately afterwards, Yukimura's heart-piercing shouts were heard from inside, Miwako was shocked and rushed into the ward immediately.The scene in the room made Miwako stunned, Yukimura looked like a desperate trapped animal, he lowered his head, tears were clearly visible and straight down, and immediately wet the quilt.

Meihezi found it hard to understand at the moment, but it was just a loss in a competition, not to mention that Li Haida was still qualified to participate in the national competition.Even if the three in a row are incomplete at this moment, how can there be perfection in this world?The possibility of losing is absolutely not allowed to exist. How can such tennis be played?Outside of Japan, as well as Asia, tennis in Europe and the United States is even more powerful. The world is so big, Yukimura-kun is too extreme.

While Miwako was thinking, she put the kettle on the corner of the wall and was bending over when she heard Yukimura's trembling voice say:

"Miwako... Doctor Fujimoto... said... I can't play tennis anymore..."

Miwako shook her hand, and knocked the kettle heavily on the floor.Yukimura's body trembled slightly.

She felt that her feet were a little soft, so she staggered two steps, walked to the bedside, and Yukimura spoke again:

"Miwako, I will never do it again..." The last few words were replaced by suppressed crying.

Yukimura's whole body was shaking violently.Miwako was very reluctant to watch Yukimura trembling helplessly like a fallen leaf blowing in the wind.She reached out her hand, went around Yukimura's shoulder, and tried to wrap him in her arms.The hand that had held the kettle just now was exceptionally warm, sticking to Yukimura's trembling shoulders.Yukimura's entire upper body froze.Miwako hesitated, and was about to withdraw her hand, but Yukimura relaxed, leaning all her weight on Miwako's arms.

Miwako's body, which was standing upright, was shaken, and she gradually closed her arms, firmly hugging Yukimura in a more fitting posture.

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