[Net King] Love at first sight

☆、Talk about later

Yukimura Seiichi vaguely felt that he was probably in a dream.

The iris-haired boy in front of him was carefully pruning a potted plant. He sat aside and looked at this familiar scene with some confusion, and then found the answer from the depths of his memory.

——This is clearly himself as a child.

Sure enough, it was a dream.

As he thought this way, the scene in front of him suddenly changed. When he was a child, he and Sanada ran wildly on the coast of Kanagawa. Racquets and orange tennis balls were quietly scattered aside. Everything was dyed a beautiful orange by the setting sun. .

Yukimura couldn't help but smile.At that time, I now seem to be so innocent and pure, and my love for tennis has not changed since then.

The backs of the two boys who were running away gradually faded away, and the coast turned into a path of cherry blossoms on the way to school. The boys in junior high school uniforms were full of vigor, and he, who was called the Son of God, gradually restrained himself from nowhere. The arrogance of the body has become calm and introverted.

Uncontrollably watching the boy walk away from a distance, the smile on Yukimura's lips faded little by little.

As if smelling the familiar and pungent smell of disinfectant again, he looked at himself lying on the hospital bed in the past, the sudden rain outside the window seemed to hit his heart, and the teenager who was tortured by illness and despair hysterically dropped the things on the table. Sweeping to the ground, wanting to be strong, but the tears can't stop falling on the quilt.

This is his most embarrassing memory, but also the most unforgettable memory.

Why do you dream about these things?Yukimura Seiichi couldn't help but think.

However, it was just a dream after all... He saw himself being defeated by a boy in the first grade of Qingxue when he returned to the court again. what to expect.

The summer of losing the national competition this year passed, and the spring of the next year was the day when I met that person.

If Ayano...if she can appear in his dream, then this can be counted as a sweet dream, right?

It is still a familiar scene, the sky is blue in the morning when he hurried out, the iris-haired boy caressed his curled hair, on the way to the station in a hurry, he was caught by the passionflower growing by the wall .

Yukimura on the side frowned—this scene should obviously be the moment when he first put the girl in his heart, but now, he couldn't find that familiar figure.

... Sure enough, it was a dream.

he thought again.

Yukimura looked at himself in his dream, continuing his tennis and life without any abnormality, successfully achieved the goal of Lihai's three consecutive championships, and then went to school smoothly... No matter how you look at it, it can be said that everything is going smoothly, he looks at his own She smiled, but couldn't help feeling flustered.

Just because... In this dream, the existence of that person is missing.

Now...was he really just dreaming?Everything here looks so real, Yukimura can even feel the joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys of another self, as if two identical selves are originally one.

The more real the dream was, the more frightened he became.

If he has never met Ayano, then his life should be like this... If this is not his dream, then this girl named Sakamoto Ayano is really his dream the result of...?

Do not……

It's not going to be like this...

When Ayano was awakened from her dream by the sudden ringing of the doorbell, the clock beside the bed clearly indicated that it was only past 06:30.

Who exactly is visiting at this time of the weekend?Maybe another weird salesman and not necessarily...

Thinking of this, she yawned, lifted the quilt and came to the door in a daze with bare feet, and looked out through the peephole on the door, and the drowsiness that was still strong at first was startled away.

Without even thinking about it, she quickly opened the door, and standing at the door was her boyfriend, Yukimura Seichi, whom she had been dating for more than two years.

"...It's cold outside, come in, idiot!" Although a series of questions popped up in my mind, such as 'why did the other party come to this store', when the cold wind blows outside the door, I saw that the other party was wearing only one For the short-sleeved single shirt, Ayano didn't bother to ask why, and pulled the boy who was standing at the door in a little anxiously.

What is this person... He has been sick before, but he still doesn't care about his body...

Touching Yukimura's cold fingers, she couldn't help frowning, and looked at him with a little condemnation.

The boy with iris-purple hair was unmoved at all. Before Ayano could exclaim, she was embraced from the front. The slight coolness and the unknown good smell came to her face, and Yukimura seemed to be cautiously confirming it. As if thinking about something, he wrapped his arms around the girl, and at the same time leaned his head gently on the girl's neck.

"...Jingshi...?"

Slowly letting go of the shoulders that had been raised due to momentary astonishment, Ayano blinked suspiciously at her boyfriend's abnormal behavior, tentatively wrapped her backhand around him, and patted him lightly as if to comfort her.

She only felt that Yukimura took a deep breath, and then, as if he was relieved, he slowly let go of his tense body, and laughed softly in her ear.

"...Wait, wait a minute, this is very itchy..." She blushed and turned her head to avoid this kind of 'torture', but her struggle of this level was not considered at all to someone who was unwilling to let go Above is resistance.As if amused by her reaction, the boy laughed again.

"Hehe, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Yukimura apologized without sincerity, and let go of his hand slightly, but still wrapped Ayano in his arms, "Because I suddenly wanted to see you, so I came here..."

"..." Ayano's face was flushed, and she couldn't help but turned her head and remained silent.

After such a long time, she still can't stand this person's serious words that can be classified as sweet talk... This guy, he must be always like this because he knows she will be shy...?

...Wait a minute, speaking of it, she just woke up and didn't even wash her face——————————? ? ! ! !

Once he noticed this cruel reality, Ayano was immediately embarrassed, and couldn't help but stretch out his hand to cover Yukimura's eyes, turning around and struggling to escape, "I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I will clean up first—don't look at me!"

"It's nothing to mind." Reaching out to suppress the black-haired girl's riot, Yukimura took advantage of the unpreparedness and pecked her pink lips lightly, and announced with a smile, "I think this is also very cute."

".........!!"

For a moment, Ayano didn't know whether to be touched, or to beat up the gangster angrily...

Seeing her blinking at him in a daze, Yukimura only felt a softness in his heart. The fear in the dream not long ago was like mist, which gradually dissipated under the sun.

She was by his side, not a hallucination or a dream.

He is confident that they will always be together.

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