[Net King] Wait until I learn to love you

The author has something to say: So, this is a new chapter, really a new chapter~

No matter if you have seen it before or you have not seen it~~

Please read from the beginning...

Because after sorting out, I found that the current setting can better explain

And the plot will be a little cleaner.

Grace! (feeling good about myself ==

The characters have not changed much.

The main line of the plot has not changed much

Inspirational is still the main theme (although the name is small enough...

But love is also part of inspiration hahaha

The lid of the pot floats away...

On the day of the funeral, many people came.

The sky was gloomy, and the drizzle was continuous, like silk and needles, piercing the top of the hairless head, but piercing the heart achingly.

Dressed in black, without an umbrella, the not-so-tall figure stood out in the gray rain and fog.The white daisy on the chest is wilting with a few petals, and there are drops of rain that are about to fall.

The bald and delicate girl, with her head down, has been standing on the left side of the tombstone for a long time.

There are people wearing plain clothes and holding plain bouquets, walking to the plain photos, putting down the flowers, bowing, and wiping away tears.

At this time, the girl who has been silent all this time will mechanically say two words from her mouth:

"Thank you."

This is what Miyagi Yoshinori said the most today.

The black eyes were calm as usual, just like her usual facial expression.Among this group of people who came and went with mournful faces, they seemed a little out of place.

It was as if, this funeral didn't matter to her.

However, in the cemetery next to her, the person who had already turned into a handful of loess was obviously her closest person.

The mother who gave birth to her, raised her and tolerated her, and finally died quietly, Ryoko Miyagi.

The first bright colors appeared in the field of vision, and gradually approached him.He is a few centimeters taller than Yoshizen Miyagi.That happened to be the height at which you could see the front face just by rolling your eyes.

However, the girl still raised her head unnaturally.

Just the moment he looked at the person coming, a drop of rainwater hung on his eyelashes, blurring his vision.

She could only see clearly that the other party was wearing a red coat and a white baseball cap.

The flamboyant bright red color also looks gray and listless under the dark light.

"Excuse me, my mother, has Echizen Rinko ever been here?"

The special juvenile voice sounded rustling, deep and indistinct, calm and breezy, but unexpectedly pleasant.

The bald girl froze for a moment, then lowered her eyes, feeling a little dazed.

Why didn't the lady come?She and the neighbor's uncle organized the whole funeral together.Even, from the beginning to the end, Echizen Rinko, who was only in a business relationship with her mother, stayed with her until the end of her life.

That should have been what her only child should do.

His heart tightened suddenly, Miyagi Yoshinori subconsciously held his breath.Looks as usual.

She didn't look at the other person again, but turned her head to the other side indifferently, looking there with misty eyes, but her target was very clear: a lady in a dark purple kimono with a wine red hair bun.

The boy in the white hat turned his head and saw his mother who was greeting several men and women.He frowned slightly, but was not in a hurry to go there.

"I heard that you can play tennis?"

This time, the tone contained a question mark, but it was too much, and it became an undisguised question.

He could clearly feel that the girl in front of him became angry the moment he asked the question.He finally saw those black and white eyes again, but separated by a barrier called anger.

Out of the corner of his eye, of course he didn't miss the pair of hands clenched into fists and veins all over the place.

"No. I'm not going to play again."

After saying this, Miyagi Yoshizen finally moved his body, but he was still in place.She turned in a circle, turned her back on the nasty guy, and followed the truth that out of sight, out of mind.

"Ah, that's right." Looking at her back disapprovingly, the boy didn't think tennis was something that could be given up so easily.

Hearing such a response, the girl who originally planned to ignore the boy, raised her voice and repeated as if to prove something:

"Yes! That's it! Absolutely not!"

The calm emotions were stirred up by the few words of this young man of similar age.It's just because his words are pearls, and every sentence sees blood.

By the time Miyagi Yoshizen realized that he had turned around, the boy had already left.He seemed to say something at the end, but Miyagi Yoshimoto, who was in chaos, obviously didn't listen.

Echizen Rinko was still greeting those who came to the funeral in the cemetery.There was an extra lunch box in her hand.

The girl in the black dress just kept turning her head in a daze.Even if someone ran to the tombstone and did something both true and false, she no longer repeated those two worthless words.

She didn't say anything anymore, just immersed in her own thoughts blindly.

The boy just now was right, Miyagi Yoshinori really knows tennis.Moreover, she is still the head of the women's tennis department of Changqing Middle School.

Although he is only a freshman in high school, he has only played for four years.But the senior in the third year still pushed the seat to her.

Because this guy's obsession with tennis is unexpectedly profound.According to Fuer Yuisaki, who didn't want to be a minister, Miyagi Yoshinori, apart from eating, drinking and messing around, even dreams about tennis when he sleeps.

Such obsession can be good or bad.

Letting her be a minister is also a decision that kills two birds with one stone.

Firstly, with such an enthusiastic minister, the tennis club will definitely not regress; secondly, the minister is no more than a member, and there are more things to consider than just a ball and a racket.

Facts have proved that this decision is wise.

The performance of the tennis department is thriving and progressing rapidly, and it has become a dark horse in this year's national competition.

And Miyagi Yoshizen himself, under various pressures, learned to expand his heart to accommodate the entire tennis club.

But in essence, she just shifted her obsession with pursuing personal victory to pursue collective interests.

If the fundamental contradiction is not resolved, no matter how stable and rapid development is, it will come to an abrupt end, or even reverse.

The moment came quickly.

Changqing Middle School successfully won the ticket to the national competition.Immediately afterwards, they received an invitation from a middle school women's tennis club in the UK to travel to Europe for exchange and learning.for a period of one month.

However, in the second week after departure, Miyagi Yoshiko, Miyagi Yoshinori's mother, fainted on the street.Later, he was sent to the hospital, where he was officially diagnosed as acute myeloid leukemia, in an advanced stage.

As a colleague and friend, Echizen Rinko notified Miyagi Yoshinori who was far away in the UK, but the latter was detained by the customs there because of visa issues and was not allowed to leave the country.

Three weeks later, Miyagi's condition deteriorated sharply.

The moment she closed her eyes, Miyagi Yoshinori just got off the plane, rushed out of the crowded airport without even needing her luggage, stopped a car and ran to the hospital.

But it was too late.

According to Yoshiko Miyagi's will, in order to preserve her state at the last moment, she hopes to have her body cremated immediately.

When the heavy iron gate of the cremation ground slammed shut tightly.When there was a loud crackling noise inside.When everyone showed fear, they didn't dare to show it.

The dusty Miyagi Yoshizen fell to his knees on the ground with a plop.After suffering for a few weeks, she could no longer control her pain and guilt, and she opened her mouth silently, seemingly crying, but actually crying loudly.

Because of tennis, he neglected his mother who gave birth to him.

Missed the last time with my mother because of tennis.

My mother regretted leaving because of tennis.

Excuse me, what face does she have to pursue selfish self-satisfaction under the banner of pursuing her dreams?

Maybe that guy is right, tennis is not so easy to give up, but her hands are not worthy of touching the racket.

It may be that the sadness emanating from her body is too strong, Rinko Echizen, who is tens of meters away, has already stood in front of her at some point.

It's just that the look is definitely not dignified.