Goodbye, Friends Book [comprehensive]

April is a season with a lot of water. As soon as the beginning of May, the weather is hot. However, although it is under the clear sky and the sun, there will be a breeze in the morning. Carrying almost hundreds of tennis baskets, Natsume looked up and squinted. A cloud that occasionally floats over above, strolls forward.

As a small handyman in the tennis club, he didn't have much to do. He just moved out some equipment needed for training in the morning, and then sat aside and watched them play and swing their rackets.

The training time in the morning was short, and Natsume would be dazed looking at it, and it was over before he knew it, and then he started to pick up the ball.

"This is?"

Natsume, who was holding the last tennis ball in his hand, found that something was wrong. The tennis ball in his hand had demon power, not thick, but not light.

"What's the matter? Natsume-kun?" Song Yang, who was also a handyman, asked him.

"It's okay." Natsume shook his head and threw the tennis ball back into the basket.

"what……"

There was a small sound like a mosquito humming from inside the basket, and it was easy to ignore if you didn't listen carefully.

The tennis department seems to have matches every month. A few days ago, they were joking and discussing where to go hiking in May. In the past few days, they have started to practice hard for the next game.

Hikes, mid-term exams, school ball games, there are quite a lot of things this month.

But the excursion is something after the game. Now the school has not made any noise about where to go. It didn't matter before, but now...

Natsume rested his chin in one hand and glanced sideways at Shinobu, then thought about the traces, and smiled softly.

We can look forward to it a little bit.

It is said that there was once a student in the tennis club who was nervous about the game and practiced every day and night whenever he was free. His friends advised him to take a break, but for some unknown reason, he agreed to take a rest, but ran to the grove next to the court , Leaning against a tree and fell asleep and never woke up again.

After an autopsy at the hospital, it was found that he had taken a large amount of sleeping pills and committed suicide.

"why?"

Natsume didn't understand, it could be seen that the other party loves tennis very much, so he practiced so diligently and looked forward to the game, why did he do this?

"I don't know, this one is the third of the top ten unsolved mysteries of the tennis club!"

Natsume gave Songyang a strange look: "Why did you tell me this?" Ten unsolved mysteries, strange campus stories?

"Don't you think it's a bit strange recently?" Songyang rubbed his arms and said in a low voice, "I think the tennis club is haunted."

"What?" Haunted?Why don't I feel it at all?

"I have seen it many times, and other people have also noticed that when playing, the tennis ball will always fly aside inexplicably. It is obviously a smash, and Xiaohui has obviously received it, but it violates the rule and goes away! "

Isn't it your thing to defy gravity?

Natsume really wanted to complain.

Especially the official players in your tennis club, whose skills he can understand, it's like being possessed by a tennis god when you pick up a racket, everything is abnormal.

"Sometimes the tennis ball will roll away by itself, and we can't even catch up!!!" Fearing that Natsume would not believe it, Song Yang threw out his trump card.

"what?"

Will you go away?That was really weird.

"Tell me, could it be someone who came back to make trouble?" Songyang frowned, "After all, his greatest wish during his lifetime was to win a game."

"Don't blaspheme the dead lightly, Mr. Songyang."

Natsume kindly reminded him that it doesn't matter whether you believe in gods or not, but don't blaspheme, otherwise no one will be able to help you if you get revenge one day.

"A serious look is not suitable for you, Natsume-kun." Songyang patted Natsume's shoulder disapprovingly, and said with a smile, "There are no ghosts in this world. I said it to scare you. I didn't expect you to be so courageous. I was not scared, I am confident that I was hurt." He said, holding his chest and showing a very painful appearance.

"Don't make such jokes in the future, Mr. Songyang."

"Mama~ I see."

Song Yang waved his hand, turned and left bored.

Natsume sighed softly, he can't help those who don't listen, but when it comes to haunting, he thinks of the tennis ball with demonic power this morning.

It seems... It's not groundless?

So Natsume ran to ask Shinobu.

The boy's name is Lin Xiaolin, a very shy boy with a Chinese name that sounds a lot like him. He blushes when he talks to a girl for more than three sentences. He usually looks a bit inferior when he doesn't talk much, but when he picks up a tennis ball, his whole body is ignited by something. Like, very cheerful and lively, he was... the tail car of the tennis club ten years ago.

Has always been an unofficial player, the only time he finally became a substitute, excited for several days, and practiced hard for the upcoming game, but committed suicide inexplicably the day before the game.

pressure?family issues?Or someone threatened?Being bullied?

None of them.

Lin Xiaolin is a very well-behaved boy. He never causes trouble and has no personal grievances. He listens to his parents very much at home, and their relationship is very harmonious. Before the accident, everything was as usual. Everyone, including his parents, could not figure out why he would suicide.

Is that why it is listed among the top ten unsolved mysteries of tennis?

"Did you find something? Natsume." Since that incident, the relationship between the two has naturally become closer, and the address has also been removed from Jun. Natsume came to ask him this question, thinking a little about the other's physique, I can figure out the reason.

"I don't know." Natsume couldn't say for sure, it was obviously impossible to conclude that he had something to do with Lin Xiaolin just based on that demonic tennis ball, but he always felt that there was some connection between the two, so he told Renzu his doubts.

"That's right." Ren Zu frowned and thought for a while, "How about we try it?"

"I can't play tennis..."

"It's just for show."

"……All right."

Even though it was such a decision, Natsume immediately abstained after seeing Atobe in the field, but first, he had to find the tennis ball.

A whole basket of tennis balls can't be found at once, and you have to avoid being discovered by the other party. The two of you can find out after a brief discussion. Let's wait for the internal activities to end.

After all, it's too obvious to find one by one. Pour out all the tennis balls and pick them up again?Others are waiting to use it.

I used to feel bored, staring in a daze, and the time passed quickly, and then I felt that the time passed very slowly when I changed to waiting. Natsume looked at the countless tennis balls in the field and guessed which one he was looking for, but unfortunately, None of the phenomena mentioned by Songyang were found.

Intuition felt that he was related, but rationality told him that he was very arbitrary. Natsume rubbed his brows and stood up. The water in the glass was gone, so he went to get some more.

However, just as soon as he got up, a tennis ball flew towards the back of his head unexpectedly.

There was a "boom", as if no one saw it, and naturally there was no time to remind, Natsume was hit by a tennis ball just like that, staggered and almost fell down.

It felt like being hit by a pebble, it didn't hurt very much, Natsume rubbed his head, um, it wasn't swollen, then he lowered his head and found that there was a little man sitting on the yellow ball, wearing the same clothes as the official Hyodi uniform , looking at him unkindly.

"Lin...student?"

"Hey, I hate you!"

It's not surprising why Natsume knew him, Lin Xiaolin pouted and glared at him, then turned into a ball of white light into the tennis ball, and rolled away like no other! !

"Wait!" Natsume chased after him.

The tennis ball was rolling fast, and after chasing it, it came to the small forest, and then stopped under a tree. Natsume followed closely. After stopping, he found that there was a bottle containing a small white daisy under the tree.

By the way, this is the place where classmate Lin died. It is almost the anniversary of his death, and some classmates came to pay homage to him.

Lin Xiaolin showed his style and seemed to like that little daisy very much. He jumped on the bottle and held a flower that was a circle bigger than him.

"Student Lin?" Natsume was still not sure.

"Why?" Lin Xiaolin gave him a blank look, then opened his mouth and actually ate a petal.

The petals of the daisy can be eaten, right?But it seems to be the taste that the flower demon likes.

Natsume thought so.

The little Lin Xiaolin is very cute, like a q-version villain sold in anime peripherals, Natsume couldn't bear to ask the other party's cause of death, and struggled for a while before asking: "Is classmate Lin happy?"

"happy."

He took big bites of the petals, and quickly ate the whole flower. At the end, he hiccupped. After jumping off, he leaned against the tennis ball and closed his eyes to sleep comfortably. He fell asleep almost instantly, and his nose was soaked.

……

There is no way to communicate like this.

Natsume was very distressed.

So I sat next to him like this, watched him until the end of the ministry's activities, and came to him with patience.

"Go home, Natsume."

"I see."

Natsume got up, looking at Lin Xiaolin who was still sleeping soundly with some inconvenience, hesitantly said: "Enough, what should he do."

"...where is there anything?" Shinozu glanced, but there was nothing but an empty bottle.

"Tennis..." Shinobu couldn't see the monster, but he should be able to see the tennis ball.

"Sorry, I didn't see tennis balls."

"what?"

Can't bear enough to see tennis?how come?Mr. Songyang can see——

Wait, Matsuyo-kun?

"Ninzuzu, is there someone named Matsuyori in our department?"

"Songyang Li?" Ninzu pushed his glasses, searched carefully in his mind and shook his head: "No."

Natsume's face turned pale.

The matter of Lin Xiaolin was started by Songyang, which aroused his interest, so he came to him and found him...

It doesn't make sense for a young man who loves tennis so much and who has no conflicts with everyone, to commit suicide the day before the game after Xin Xinnian finally became a real player.

"Student Lin."

Natsume knelt down and poked him, Lin Xiaolin rubbed his eyelids, sleepy, and said in a daze, "What's the matter?"

"Does Student Lin know Songyang Li?"

Lin Xiaolin froze when he rubbed his eyes, and turned his head to see Xia Mu's gaze was very hostile. His eyes were red and his face was full of anger, as if he would rush over to beat him in the next second.

"I don't know!!" Lin Xiaolin gritted his teeth, got back into the tennis ball, and flew away.