[Xingren] Faith

tennis club.

The moment Nioh heard this term, he was in a dazed state: it doesn't mean that he has any prejudice against tennis (of course he doesn't, he loves tennis so much!), nor does it mean that there is a tennis club nearby. It's a strange thing (it's unbelievable to say that the chain of tennis clubs opened by his current big boss is about to invade the Antarctic), but the word tennis has not been heard in Yukimura's mouth for a long time.

What he meant was that, since the group of them went their separate ways after graduating from high school, even when Yukimura occasionally paid attention to Kirihara's games, he would only say "Akaya is doing well" on social networks, and other more in-depth comments None at all.

Are you escaping?

Of course I had such thoughts.

But that's Yukimura.

Nioh thought, that was Yukimura who he could only see from the back all the time, who existed like a belief.

So last time he talked about Chiya's situation in detail at the airport, and added, "In our group, only Chiya is still insisting on playing tennis"... Yukimura's eyes were clearly cold, he saw Clearly.

It's still the same as before.

Do you close yourself off when you are hurting? (Although he was woken up by Sanada's slap last time) but his stubbornness made him stand on a high place to hide his fragility.

What is there to hide?

As long as there is a person... there will be vulnerabilities.

Nioh thought so, but couldn't bear to pierce the perfect heartache that Yukimura had concealed for a long time.

And, at that moment, he understood one more thing: Even Yukimura like this...

It is also his belief.

As long as it is related to tennis, there is no way to think about it from the perspective of looking up... Faith.

So Nioh blinked and straightened up, looking seriously at Yukimura's expression.

That's fine, there's nothing wrong with that.

There is a habitual alienation in the smile (this is his habit), and self-respect and arrogance are hidden in the gentleness.

Speaking of the tennis club... is also a common phrase.

Of course, it didn't make him realize that something was wrong.

King Ni sighed in his heart: After returning to Japan, Yukimura became more and more terrifying.

After he sighed like this, he felt that if he didn't answer, Yukimura would probably see that he was watching him, so he nodded: "Then let's go."

He stood up and walked towards the front desk, and Yukimura, who put down the coffee cup behind him, smiled inexplicably with a deep meaning on his lips.

When Renwang went to the front desk to pay the bill, he found that Miss Xicheng only paid her own share when she left.

The euphemistically called "Treating Guests to Dinner" finally adopted the AA method, which seemed to approach the end with a domineering style but always left a bit of leeway.

There's nothing wrong with that though...

But King Ren felt that the eldest lady was using him for entertainment, right?

A little upset, but not to the point of being angry.

It seems that even the character has been figured out, which is really terrible.

Thinking of this, he let out a little irritated puff.

Yukimura walked behind him and smiled, "What's wrong?"

"It's rare to come to the coffee shop to drink coffee. It's a pity that I didn't taste it carefully?" Niwang said casually.

Yukimura smiled and shook his head: "Just talk nonsense, the coffee in the coffee shop is not as good as plain water for you."

But he didn't bother to find out what King Ren was thinking about at that time, so he showed an irritable look.

Because what is exposed to the outside often runs counter to Nioh's own truth.

……

The "tennis club" Yukimura mentioned was indeed right next to the shopping mall.Three floors, excellent appearance and gorgeous decoration, completely overturned people's first sense of "isn't it a prodigal to spend so much money investing in a tennis club in a prosperous commercial area?!".

Of course, this tennis club belongs to the Atobe Foundation.

Yukimura took the black card to register at the front desk, turned around and met Nioh's undisguised curiosity.

He laughed and said, "Have you forgotten? When I was in my third year of junior high school, there was a tennis festival held by the Atobu. In the end, the entire stadium was lifted into the air just to say thank you to Hua."

Niwang tilted his head: "I haven't forgotten. But what does this have to do with the black card?"

"Didn't he use the black card and coupons as prizes at the beginning? As long as the black card is registered under the name of the Atobe Foundation, he has the right to free for life."

Nioh thought for a while and finally remembered this matter: "... But I remember that this is the prize for the winner of the relay race, right? The relay race back then..."

At the beginning of the relay race, there was a problem with the fortifications at the finish line and it suddenly collapsed. Atobe threw Tezuka down and was injured himself.

In other words, winning is shared by Qingxue and Bingdi...

"That's right." Yukimura nodded with a smile, "But when he was U17, Fuji said he knew Atobe very well and couldn't use the black card, so he gave it to me."

Nioh's expression froze: he didn't want to know what happened in the plant dormitory when he was U17.

And Shiraishi-kun who shared the dormitory with Minister Buer, you have worked hard.

After another 2 minutes, the service staff finished checking in and came out to serve them.

As a super VIP customer with a black card, the treatment is of course super VIP level.The service staff of the club led them to choose racket protectors and even provide sportswear with a perfect service attitude of politeness and enthusiasm, and led them to find a separate indoor tennis court.

After asking if there is no need for coaches and sparring staff, and confirming that they will use the ball machines and other equipment in the venue, the service staff politely closed the door of the indoor tennis court.

The arena suddenly quieted down.

It was just the two of them.

Nio keenly felt that there was something wrong with the atmosphere, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

Looking up, he saw Yukimura turning the racket: "It's been a long time, come to play a game?"

"...and me?" King Ren raised his finger and pointed at himself.

Yukimura smiled: "Is there anyone else here besides you? Could it be that I want to fight the ball machine? That's so boring."

"Pfft, but I haven't played tennis for a long time."

"At least like an insider than a ball machine?"

There was a stalemate for a while... Maybe it wasn't a stalemate.

Under Yukimura's eyes, Nioh couldn't help but feel a sense of pride similar to "If you play tennis, isn't it Yukimura? Everyone who doesn't play tennis for the same amount of time is afraid of the other".

He raised his hand to look behind him. Where the braids were originally, there were neat hair tips, which were a bit dry due to long-term hair dyeing (the braids should not have been removed).This kind of touch made him pause, and suddenly he felt nostalgic: "Okay, just fight. I don't necessarily lose, right?"

"If only you had such ambition back then." Yukimura said lightly with a chuckle.

This topic cannot be discussed.

Nioh didn't want to expand on the word "at the beginning": he really never had the ambition of "I must beat XX" like Chiya, the most desperate match in tennis... Think about it, maybe it was him That doubles match with Atobe?

He tilted his head and smiled: "Don't talk about the beginning, just look at the present."

just now.

Now Yukimura and Nioh are standing on the court, neither of them can say that they have guessed pros and cons very seriously.

Starting with Yukimura's serve, there is no ego state and no Yips, not to mention illusory dreams and ability resonance.

Basic swing, run, hit.

There is not even a professional referee to score, there are only two players on the field, and there is no sound of reporting the score.

Only the racket hitting the tennis ball and the sound of the tennis ball hitting the ground.

Nioh breathed a sigh of relief after the last ball, and he waved his hand: "I shouldn't have agreed to play with you."

Yukimura smiled and watched Nioh walk out of the court and sit on a chair by the court.

He walked over: "Are you tired?"

"I don't have the strength." Nioh put down his racket, "I haven't exercised for too long... Should I get a gym card?"

Yukimura glanced at him, then reached out and touched his stomach.

"...What are you doing?" King Ren was taken aback.

Yukimura withdrew his hand in a very natural manner: "You still have abdominal muscles."

"Pfft, I haven't degenerated to the point where I want to grow a belly." Niwang complained, "I was so scared to death, I thought you were going to beat me up."

"...that's Sanada's style, when did I hit someone?" Yukimura shook his head funny.

He sat next to King Ren and handed him a bottle of warm water: "Take a rest, I'll take you to eat."

Nioh looked up at him suspiciously.

"Didn't you have dinner? Although it can only be regarded as supper at this time." Yukimura said, he sighed: "It's also fortunate that you have a healthy stomach like this."

"That's right, I've been training for a long time." King Ren smiled and took a sip of warm water.

Now he knew that Yukimura had probably overheard a lot of his conversations with Yukana Nishijo.

But since he didn't ask...then he shouldn't say it himself.

I always feel that I have said too much to Yukimura over the years, and sometimes I feel a sense of crisis when I think about it.

The feeling of sweating made him feel a lot better, and most of the annoyance of "being in control of his personality" before dissipated.

Thinking in this direction, it can be seen at a glance that he is not in a good mood and Yukimura knows a lot about him?

But it's different.

If it's Yukimura...

Nioh put down the water bottle: Isn't it natural that Yukimura understands him?

Changing back to his shirt, trousers and windbreaker, Nioh was taken by Yukimura to the edge of Tokyo Bay.

Nioh didn't know when he got off the car, so Yukimura smiled and took a paper bag: "While blowing to see the night view?"

He took out hot milk and bread from the paper bag and handed it to Nioh.

After Nioh took it, he looked carefully, only to find that it was still whole wheat bread.

Looking up, the elegant man who said "I'll take you to eat" also took a can of milk that didn't match his style and smiled and turned his head: "What's the matter? Don't you want to eat?"

"...No." King Ni shook his head, looked at Yukimura wonderingly with a piece of bread in his mouth, "When did you buy it?"

"you guess?"

I guess... I just asked because I couldn't figure it out.

Nioh lowered his head and gnawed on the bread.

After exercising, there will be a lazy feeling of fatigue on the body. Nioh squinted his eyes and looked at the dots of lights, and had to admit... Bread and milk are especially suitable after exercising?

He caught a glimpse of not far from the two of them, who were also standing side by side, probably watching the night scene... couples.

is the location is not particularly suitable.

Nioh thought so.

He didn't know at all that Yukimura, who was standing next to him, was smiling and thinking: Is the atmosphere not bad?

This time... it seems that there is really a sign that the body temperature is rising and the heartbeat is accelerating.

The author has something to say: ... I don’t know what this chapter is about, but maybe the master started to have the idea of ​​"the meat I like is quite strong? No, I have to occupy it first", right?

I really struggle with emotional scenes.

The fox... just does what he does unconsciously, in the eyes of the Lord, it's just a matter of teasing.

A fox with its own aura.

So recruit peach blossoms ahhhhh

I think about how to make the No. [-] god assist the gentleman's children's shoes to play.