[Net King] The Spring of a Supporting Actor

The good times passed quietly, and the sky outside had already darkened.The sushi restaurant was still full of laughter and laughter. Fudomine and Aigaku fought for each other's sushi, and the battle was very fierce.

However, Fujiwara and Fujiwara were not affected by the flames of war. Their wasabi sushi was too late for others to avoid, so how could they come to grab Fujiwara and Fujiwara's sushi.

Therefore, only Fujiwara and Fuji can eat wasabi sushi so easily.

"Kamio, why did you take my sea urchin sushi! Give it back!"

"Who told you to start eating mine!"

"Stop arguing, don't you still have it here! Stop arguing!"

"Can't you idiots eat sushi in peace?"

Fujiwara looked at the chaotic situation in front of him, but with a smile on his face, a little funny in his heart, he really never had such an experience, but it was really good.Fujiwara couldn't help touching his head, thinking that at first Kamio and Uchimura rubbed his head vigorously, the two shallow dimples at the corners of his mouth deepened.

Fujiwara got up and walked towards his tennis bag, gently pushed the door open, he wanted to leave first.

Long Qijin, as Qinggaku's coach, naturally couldn't be as crazy as those students. She just sat on the sidelines and watched. After the Kanto competition, Qinggaku needed to relax, but after this relaxation, the more important national competition followed.

"Huh?" Long Qijin saw that Fujiwara was carrying a tennis bag and seemed to be leaving, so he also pushed the door out.

"Fujiwara, today's match between you and Fuji was wonderful, thank you very much!"

Fujiwara saw that coach Ryugasaki of Seigaku said this to him, and with a smile on his face, he shook his head and said, "You don't need to thank me! Fuji-san will always find his real tennis."

"But because of this match with you, Buer can really grow. I'm a little curious, why do you help Buer?"

Although Fujiwara helped Fujiwara find the tennis ball that really belonged to Fujiwara, Ryuzaki Jin was a little curious, why did Fujiwara help Fujiwara so hard?

"why?"

Fujiwara lowered his head and smiled softly, and said in a low voice, "I don't know why."

"But isn't it good now?"

Long Qijin heard Fujiwara's words, looked at Fujiwara's pure eyes, couldn't help laughing, nodded and said: "Yes! No matter the reason, it's good now! Thank you very much."

"However, Fujiwara, you know Fujiwara's tennis very well, so do you know your own tennis?"

Fujiwara was taken aback, do you know his tennis?

Seeing Fujiwara's dazed look, Long Qijin couldn't help explaining: "Although Fujiwara's tennis is very good, don't you think your tennis is very similar to Fujiwara?"

Similar to Fuji Tennis?

"No!" Fujiwara shook his head and immediately denied, "My tennis is different from Fuji-senpai's, my tennis—"

Seeing Fujiwara anxiously denying it, Ryuzaki Jin didn't talk about it again. Only Fujiwara can figure it out, and only Fujiwara can find his own real tennis ball.

Long Qijin is not sure about this matter, maybe Fujiwara knows it in his heart, otherwise why would he deny it so eagerly.

"Fujiwara, you still don't use that starburst ball. You should also know that the burden on your arms and palms is great."

"Thank you, Coach Ryuzaki." Fujiwara couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief when he heard that Ryuzaki Jin didn't say that his tennis was very similar to Fujiwara. He glanced at his right hand and then at the tennis bag behind him. He smiled and said, "I know that."

"Your tennis will be better in the future, you must keep playing!"

Long Qijin looked at Fujiwara, who was in the first grade, with a satisfied look in her eyes. She was really optimistic about Fujiwara's future tennis career, and said with a smile: "Your tennis will definitely be stronger in the future, and I look forward to seeing you in the national competition." Performance."

"Well, Coach Ryuzaki, I will definitely work hard!" Fujiwara bowed to Ryuki, and said firmly.

Long Qijin didn't say anything more, turned around to go in, but pushed the door open, and found that Fuji was also standing by the door, as if he was about to come out.

"Ah, do you plan to leave first too?"

Sitting next to Fujiwara, I naturally understood that Fujiwara was planning to leave first. After thinking about it, I couldn't help following. Before I went out, I heard the conversation between coach Ryuzaki and Fujiwara outside the door, and I was a little puzzled.

Why did coach Ryuzaki say that Fujiwara's tennis is very similar to his?

Hearing Long Qijin's question, Fujiwara looked at Fujiwara who was standing aside with a tennis bag on his back, shook his head, walked out, looked at Fujiwara and asked, "Fujiwara, are you going back now?"

Ryuzaki Jin didn't ask any more questions, and walked in directly, asking Fujiwara to talk to Fujiwara.She has to go in and take good care of her team members, otherwise if this continues, I'm afraid they will really fall out.

"Ah?" Fujiwara was taken aback for a moment, he didn't expect that Fujiwara would follow, nodded, and said with a smile, "Yes, I'll go back first."

Looking at the darkening sky, Bu Er knew that it was very late, the street lights were all on, and there were few pedestrians. After thinking about it, he said, "Then wait for me, and I will go back with you too!"

After saying that, Buer turned around and walked in the door, put on his tennis bag on his back, and then came out and said, "Let's go together!"

"Senior Fuji, you—?"

Fujiwara looked at Fujiwara with some doubts, he didn't understand why Fujiwara wanted to go back with him.

Fujiwara blinked at Fujiwara, smiled slightly, and said, "Let's go!"

Fujiwara saw that Fujiwara seemed to be planning to go back with him, and felt a little amused in his heart, revealing a slight dimple, but fortunately he and Fuji were on the way, otherwise——

"Fujiwara, are you leaving now?" Ju Xing came out suddenly, looked at Fujiwara and asked.

Fujiwara was startled, nodded immediately, and said apologetically, "Senior Tachibana, I'm leaving first, you can talk to the captain and the others."

Ju Xing saw the same thing and planned to leave, her face was a little hesitant, and she glanced at the lively scene inside, in fact, she hoped that Fujiwara could stay.

They finally came out to eat sushi together, how could they let Fujiwara go alone first.

It's just that Ju Xing also knew Fujiwara's temperament. After thinking about it, she couldn't help asking: "Fujiwara, do you know what my brother said before?"

"Don't worry!" Fujiwara nodded and said, "I already know. Now the Kanto competition is over, Captain Tachibana doesn't have to worry."

Ju Xing breathed a sigh of relief when she heard what Fujiwara said, and couldn't help showing a smile on her face. She nodded and said, "Then Fujiwara, be careful on the road with Fujiwara!"

Bu Er was a little puzzled by what Ju Xing said just now, but he didn't ask any more questions. He was more concerned about what he heard at the door just now.

"Fujiwara, is what coach Ryuzaki said just now true? Do you know your own tennis?"

Fujiwara didn't answer, but just raised his head and looked at the night sky in Tokyo, the sky was full of stars, like scattered gems, shining brightly, very beautiful.

Looking at the beautiful starry sky, Fujiwara calmed down physically and mentally, with memories in his eyes.

"Fujiwara—?"

Seeing that Fujiwara didn't answer his question, Fujiwara couldn't help but ask again: "Fujiwara, why don't you speak?"

"Senior Fuji, remember what I said to you before, because you look like a person I hate, I was so hostile to you at first."

Fujiwara didn't understand why Fujiwara suddenly mentioned that person, narrowed his eyes, nodded in doubt, and said, "I remember."

"Senior Fuji, there are some things you don't know. Not only do you look very similar to him, but also the smiles on your faces, the tone of your voice, your tennis skills, and the taste of wasabi you liked at the sushi restaurant just now are very similar. Then I'll—"

Fujiwara looked at the sky full of stars above his head, and he didn't seem to have any resentment in his heart when he mentioned that person again, maybe it was because there was a person who was very similar to that person standing beside him.

Fujiwara looked at Fujiwara with memories on his face and deep sadness in his eyes, maybe there are some things he really doesn't understand.

But what Fujiwara said really surprised him, there is actually someone so similar to him?It sounds unimaginable.

"If possible, I really hope to get to know the person you mentioned, Fujiwara."

Fujiwara shook his head and murmured in a low voice: "Impossible!"

"Impossible? Why is it impossible?"

Fujiwara was silent for a long time, turned his head to look at Fuji's face, his handsome face, with the childishness and demeanor that a teenager should have, everything is so beautiful.

"Senior Fuji, can you close your eyes?"

"

close your eyes, why? " Buer was very puzzled and asked inexplicably.

Fujiwara looked at Fujiwara's opened eyes, the pure and clear eyes were like the spring water flowing out of the ding-dong, clear and clean, without a trace of impurities, just like that person looked at him back then, Fujiwara looked at Fujiwara with some expectation, and whispered Asked: "Senior Fuji, can you close your eyes? Don't open them!"

Although Fujiwara doubted that Fujiwara told him to close his eyes and never open them, but seeing Fujiwara's look of anticipation and memory, he nodded, closed his eyes, and stood still.

Why on earth did he make him close his eyes?

Fujiwara looked at Fuji quietly, the moonlight slanted down softly, and the street lamp not far away also repulsed the night, illuminating this small area weakly.The black of Fudofeng's team uniform and the blue and white of Qingxue's team uniform gradually melted under the hazy yellow light and became one.

It was very quiet around, no pedestrians passed by, it was really quiet, so quiet that Fujiwara and Fujiwara could hear each other's breathing.

In the silent night, a cold wind passed quietly, blowing Fujiwara's and Fujiwara's hair slightly.

Fujiwara looked at Fuji and closed his eyes, the long eyelashes were still flickering, with a layer of halo, as beautiful as a golden butterfly, remembering something from the past, he couldn't help standing on tiptoe slightly, looking up slightly His head slowly approached Fuji's ruddy lips, as if about to kiss.

Slowly approach, slowly—

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