amber affair

Department, and it has nothing to do with Sanada-senpai, it's all my own business. "

"I won't leave you alone." Holding the thin shoulders lightly, pushing the distance between them a little, Atobe took out an exquisite dark blue velvet box from his pocket, and gently opened it in front of him.

On the black velvet, two exquisite rings were close to each other, and the golden amber shone brightly under the platinum ring, like a small sun.

Looking up at the stunned amber cat eyes, a gentle smile curled up on the corners of Ajibu's lips, and his silver-purple eyes were full of hope, and he said earnestly: "Marry me, Ryoma."

Let me protect you with my whole life, even if you don't love me, it doesn't matter.I just want you to have a better life, at least you won't suffer alone like you are now.You can continue to love that person if you want, let me accompany you.

"Are you an idiot?" Averting his eyes, Ryoma looked at the stars in the sky quietly, and said in a cold tone, "I am Echizen Ryoma, a man like you, and I am not pitiful enough for you to comfort me in this way." .”

"I knew you would answer like this a long time ago, but I still couldn't help but try it, but you laughed at me again." Shaking his head and sighing, Atobe was smiling, but that smile was uglier than crying. Bitterness concealed with a smile.He lowered his head and picked up the larger ring and put it on his ring finger, but squeezed the remaining ring and the velvet box back into the palm of his hand, and said indifferently: "You remember clearly, brat, I will wait for you no matter when you come back ,It will be all right."

Biting his lips tightly, Ryoma reached out to snatch it, trying to pull off the ring on his finger, and roared: "Keiko Atobe, you crazy, take it off!"

He squeezed his thin wrist tightly with his backhand, there was no expression on Atobe's handsome face, his silver-purple eyes were fixed into a pair of cat's eyes, and he said in a deep voice: "I will never take it off, my lord." What is decided never changes.”

I won't take it down, this is my promise to you and to myself.It has nothing to do with whether you are willing or not, and it has nothing to do with whether you love me or not. This is just my own decision.

I am Keigo Atobe, the proud owner of the Atobe family, no one can shake my decision, not even you.

So, I will continue to love you, and it doesn't matter if you reject me.

(70)

September USA · New York

Standing on the court of the US National Tennis Center finals, the opponent on the opposite side of the net was no longer Tezuka, but Kebin Smith, who was ranked third in the world and was known for his strength, defeated Tezuka.

Ryoma remembers him. From the Japan-US youth friendly match ten years ago to today, this person has never given up provocative pursuits. As long as they meet on the court, it must be a fierce battle.

His eyes slowly turned to the side of the stands, and Ryoma saw a few familiar people in the direction close to his own half.Tezuka, Fuji, Atobe, and Yukimura, who is a manager and exclusive physician, are the only ones missing.Raising the corners of his lips slightly sadly, the golden cat eyes suppressed all the bitterness the moment he raised his eyes and looked at Kaibin, leaving only the flying and unruly.

"Hey, we've been fighting for so long, let's have a wonderful match today." The characteristic hoarse voice lingered with the usual pride, Ryoma slightly narrowed his eyes, looking at Kaibin's gray-blue eyes full of fighting spirit, Pull out a faint smile.Today is the last game, so let us have a game without regrets.

"Of course." After shaking hands with Ryoma, Kebin stared at the delicate face covered by the brim of the hat, with only the graceful chin exposed, his eyes burning.

This opportunity was obtained by defeating Tezuka through all his efforts, so naturally he would not waste it.In the past three Grand Slam tournaments, each one has seen his blood boil.He didn't know how much that world-famous car accident had hurt Ryoma. He just longed for a race with this prince who would never give up.When Tezuka was defeated, he was overwhelmed by the desire to be fulfilled.

But why did he see a relieved expression in those cold phoenix eyes when he defeated Tezuka?That look in his eyes gave him an illusion that Tezuka was very glad to lose that game.

Looking suspiciously at Tezuka who was sitting in the first row of the stands, Kaibin raised his eyebrows slightly, his eyes seemed to be asking.And under such gaze, Tezuka turned his head unconsciously, a touch of complexity appeared on his handsome and serious face.

Tezuka admitted that he retained his strength intentionally or unintentionally when confronting Kebin.If you really want to compete with Kebin, it is not difficult to win that game.However, he was already powerless to face the child who was always bruised but gritted his teeth.Every time he sees that pale face because of the pain, the pain in his heart will be combined with the sense of guilt, making him breathless.

So, let me be a deserter, Echizen.At least, it is no longer me who is forcing you in this game.

Letting go of each other's hands, Ryoma walked slowly towards the bottom line, set his posture and looked quietly at Kebin, waiting for him to serve and start the expected tough game.

As soon as he came up, Kebin hit the bright yellow ball to the bottom line of Longma's right field at a very tricky angle with a heavy swing.

Such a thunderous serve made the amber pupils of the dragon horse shrank slightly, and after a moment of hesitation, he did not catch it, allowing the tennis ball to bounce straight out of bounds.

In the past, although this ball was extremely threatening, it was not impossible to fight back.But not today. In today's match, if he had a head-to-head confrontation with Kebin, who is good at power tennis, then his body would undoubtedly not be able to make it to the end.In the final battle of the four Grand Slams, there is no room for any mistakes.

Therefore, even though his eyes were full of annoyance and shame, Ryoma just bit his lips lightly, and stood quietly at the bottom line with a tight and delicate face, despite the disappointed sighs of the audience coming from his ears.

The blue-gray eyes narrowed slightly, looking at those proud cat eyes full of humiliation, Kaibin felt a little doubtful in his heart.It stands to reason that the proud kid will catch the ball no matter whether he can fight back or not, because his pride will never allow him to give up lightly.Could it be that his injury has deteriorated rapidly as rumored?

Taking a deep breath to calm down the sudden turmoil, Kaibin tossed the tennis ball high, restrained his strength secretly, swung the racket, and hit the ball towards Ryoma's feet.

Move your body flexibly with small steps on one foot, and return the ball with both hands.The force on the surface of the shot was obviously lightened a lot, which made him frown slightly, and the look of embarrassment in his eyes became even more embarrassing.He didn't ignore the faint concern in the gray and blue when he met Kebin's eyes; and this sight also deeply hurt his pride.When did he reach the point where he needed to be pitied by his opponent?

Hitting the tennis ball vigorously, the ball landed in front of Kebin and spun several times, flying straight towards his face, forcing him to turn his face slightly to avoid the lightning blow.Looking back in astonishment, Kebin saw that slender and handsome figure pointing at himself with a fiery red racket, and snorted coldly and arrogantly: "Don't insult me, don't insult this game, Kebin Smith."

Indeed, you need no pity, Ryoma.If I really did that, it would not only insult you, but also insult the ten years of persistence.You are a proud prince, even if you are covered with pain, your pride still does not allow anyone to trample on it.So, I will try my best in the future.

Slightly raised the corners of his lips, cast an apologetic look at those glowing cat eyes, and Kebin once again served with his strongest strength.

No longer flinching, Ryoma appeared at the landing point of the tennis ball at an unforeseen speed. Ryoma held the racket tightly with both hands, and caught the shockingly powerful ball.The palm was a little painful from the shock of the huge force, but the soft lips evoked a satisfying arc, and with the speed of the ball spinning, coupled with the faster spin, he hit the ball back.

That is……?

On the sidelines of the court, Tezuka's quiet phoenix eyes raised a trace of panic and worry, his slender fingers were tightly clasped in the palm of his hand, and he stared at the beautiful face full of concentration with a complicated expression.

That's Tezuka Phantom!Such a technique of adding violent spin to the incoming ball, what is it if it is not your own Tezuka phantom?However, you clearly know that such an approach will increase the burden on your arms, why do you do this, Echima?Obviously just catching Kebin's serve, you are already struggling!

Suddenly, Tezuka felt annoyed and blamed himself, why did he give up the semi-finals?If the person standing opposite him at this moment was himself, maybe he wouldn't be forced to be so desperate, at least not at the beginning of the game.

"Is that Tezuka's Phantom?" Sitting next to Tezuka, Fuji's elegant thin lips were tightly pursed, and his blood color suddenly disappeared. There was no smile in his ice-blue eyes, only deep pain, which was so obvious.

"That brat, is he crazy?" He held his right hand tightly with his left hand, letting the golden amber hurt his palm, Atobe's silver-purple eyes narrowed slightly, refusing anyone to see the uncontrollable emotion in his eyes. pain.

The proud prince pushed the game into a tragic situation with a decisive gesture.

Time passed, and the field was so silent that there were only the sounds of rackets hitting balls and tennis balls hitting the ground.The fans who have been chasing the prince's figure through this year all know what kind of pain their prince's broken body will endure.But exactly why, they really don't understand.

Why is it that there is still a long way to go, but you are working so hard to focus on winning or losing, as if after this season, you will never be able to play again.

There is some understanding in my heart, but more of a bewilderment. The audience has long forgotten to cheer, just staring at