Time is like a song

"U-[-]?" I wiped my sweat and put the racket on the chair by the tennis court.

"Ah," Tokugawa Kazuya handed me a letter, "It should be an invitation to you to go to camp this summer."

"My current condition is still very bad. There is no reason for them not to know. When I was still in Japan at the beginning of the year, they didn't send me an invitation card during the spring break. It should be because they heard about my car accident." I said He took it over and looked at the envelope, then threw it back to him casually.

"I still suggest you go and see it."

"Ah, Kazuya has already surpassed it, so I can't participate in U-[-] this year."

"Yeah, but I'm going back to practice with the Japanese national team during the summer vacation."

"Does your ball object?"

"I'm just participating in some small events to accumulate points, not a player in the Grand Slam events, they are not strict."

"After I convinced you, I went to school, went to the golf club, and went back to Japan. I really thought I was an invincible King Kong robot made of iron."

He picked up the letter, gestured to me, I nodded, and he opened it to read, "They didn't invite you back to be a player."

I looked at him, then reached for the letter and read it.The letter contained condolences to me and asked me if I would like to participate in the operation of the dormitory as an intern to learn about tennis training.I caress my right hand, which has not made much progress.If it is really bad, becoming a tennis coach may also be a way out.

I have been away from Japan for half a year, and I am coming back.

Kazuya is also in college, so he has a holiday earlier than me, so he went back to Japan first.Once the things here are over, I also pack a big backpack and embark on the flight back.I know that Lihai University Affiliated High School also participated in U-[-] this year, so I didn't tell them that I would come back.Will they be startled when they see me?

Standing at the exit of Tokyo Airport, I looked at the sun, then put on my sunglasses, and went to take a bus directly to the accommodation.Because the school systems in the two places are different, the co-ed camp had already started a week ago, and I had to go in as soon as possible to meet the coaches.After more than two hours of driving, I finally arrived.

"Yes, this way! It's been a long time, Mr. Ping." Zhi Saito, who is more than two meters tall, waved to me at the station.

I reached out to take off my sunglasses, "Hello." I wanted to say, I can see you even if you don't wave, Mr. Lamppost.

"Yes~ Have you read all the information I sent you?"

I nodded.

"Very good. Come on, next..."

On the way, Saitozhi briefly told me about my work, mainly to assist Yukio Kurobe, the tactical instructor, to count and review the work of the players, and then to be an assistant to other coaches.To put it bluntly, it is just an errand and odd job.I pulled the straps of my backpack with both hands, and followed Saito Zhi into the camp.I went to the dormitory to pack my luggage first, and had a small meeting with Yukio Kurobe, and the work schedule was already arranged at noon.

He asked me to go to the stadium first and let Saito Zhi introduce me to the players.I nodded, put on my cap and sunglasses and went.

state!state!state!

I didn't take two steps before I heard the familiar sound of hitting a ball.

This crazy U-[-] Japan team training camp, I'm back again.

Standing on the balcony, Saito Zhi waved to me, then raised the loudspeaker, and said, "Yes~ please pause for a moment and look over here first. Yes~ I'm going to introduce our new coach assistant to you now, okay?" I believe that some of the classmates are already familiar with her."

I also stepped out of the balcony from the inside and took off my hat and sunglasses.

"She is the head of the Women's Tennis Department of the former Rikkai University High School, and is now a classmate of Hira Mayumi who is studying at the Brearley Girls' Private Academy in New York, USA."

I nodded to the people under the balcony, and saw that my friend looked very surprised.Looking at Yukimura again, he turned his face away.

Why?How is this reaction?

After the announcement was over, it was lunch time. I went down to say hello to my classmates at Rikkai University. Yukimura, who was in charge, gave me a strange smile, "Long time no see, Hira."

"...Ah." Ping?

"Then let's take a step ahead and talk again when we have a chance." He smiled politely, then passed by and led the others away.

I was expecting a warm welcome or something.

I put my hat back on, pressing down on the brim.

What happened to Yukimura?So unfamiliar to this point in half a year?

"Mr. Ping, is your injury better?" Qingxue's Fuji asked me.

I waved my right hand, "I'm still not good enough, so I can't come in as a player. How is Oishi-san?" I didn't see Oishi Shuichiro on the player list.

"He's not in the tennis club anymore." Fuji smiled, "But, he said the chocolate you invited was delicious."

That's what it means.

"Maumi," Sadaharu came over, "Why didn't you say anything when you came back?"

"Surprise." Now it seems that shock is almost the same.

Sadaharu looked at his watch, "According to the records, Mayumi's favorite fruit salad will be taken away in 5 minutes."

Bu Er said, "Then let's talk as we walk?"

So, I had lunch with Sadaharu and Fuji.

After the meal, they went back to practice, and I followed Yukio Kurobe in the monitoring room to learn and analyze the players' status.I don't know why, but the coach only let me be in charge of the men's tennis, but not the women's tennis.However, the information of the 250 players in the men's tennis has already made me feel dizzy. I really don't know how they come up with so many strange moves without any trouble.

That is to say, tennis is either a flat shot or a topspin or a backspin. No matter how varied the application methods are, it remains the same.

In the evening I sat by the empty tennis court, gnawed on bread and memorized materials.Tired of reciting, I picked up the tennis racket at hand and practiced swinging the racket.

"Boom!" In just half an hour, my racket fell to the ground.

I held down my twitching right hand and fell to the ground.Nervousness is also one of the reasons why my recent physical therapy has not progressed, the doctor said.Three months ago, once I practiced for half an hour, no matter whether I looked at the clock or not, my arm would twitch by itself, which was more accurate than the timer.

Is this an alternative validation of the biological clock, asshole.

I took out the pills in my trouser pocket and swallowed one. After a long while, the pain was finally gone.I wiped the cold sweat from my forehead, and cursed myself that it was useless—too much painkiller would lead to dependence.The doctor said, he only prescribed me medicine for another half a month, and asked me to slowly learn to suppress the pain in my right hand that is probably caused by mental problems without relying on medicine.

In the face of a car accident, I can sadly say that I am a professional householder. This kind of trivial matter, just bear with it and let it go.

I stood up again, gripped the racket again, and started practicing.

"Boom!" The racket fell to the ground again half an hour later.

I pursed my lips, bent down, and wanted to clenched again, but the racket that was close at hand seemed to be far away in an instant.

Yes.

I untied the hairband on my head with my left hand, tied the racket with my right hand, and tightened the tail of the ribbon with my mouth.I'll see how you fall this time.

I stood up, endured the pain and swung the racket again, but the pain was so painful that I let out a low cry and fell to the ground unbearably.It seems that this still has to be done slowly, and it is impossible to force it.I unfastened the strap, massaged my right hand, and it was fine in about 15 minutes.

Let's wash up and sleep today, and work with Yukio Kurobe early tomorrow morning.

I yawned, packed my things and went back to the dormitory.

The next morning, when I had breakfast with the staff and passed the student cafeteria, Yukimura still greeted me with a distant smile like yesterday, and then passed by again.I lowered my head a little, feeling a little sad.

It's a little sad.

Make me sad, and I won't make it easier for you, motherfucker.

I turned around and ran towards Yukimura, and... one, two, three!He kicked Yukimura hard on the back, causing him to stagger and nearly fall to the ground.He turned his head, covered his lower back with one hand, and looked at me in a daze.

I clapped my hands and turned to leave.

Outside the window of the aisle is a blue sky with white clouds.Ah, the weather is really nice today.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

I walked between different tennis courts with a folder, recorded what I saw with a pen, communicated with the staff on the sidelines, recorded again, and then compiled a complete note and analysis. basic work.The extra work is dealing with the odd questions the coaches have from time to time.

"Ping!" shouted the muscular coach Tsuge Ryuji, who was in charge of mixed physical training.

"Yes." I put down the document in my hand and replied immediately.

"Go and tell Kurobe that this group of boys can't finish their exercises, and his class will have to be postponed for a while."

If you have the ability, please tell Coach Kurobe that you want to take his class. "Yes." It's impossible to expect me to go and say it in person, so I took out my phone with ease, "Hello, Coach Kurobe. Coach Tsuge said he would take your class... oh." I moved the phone away a little. , and said to Coach Zhe Zhi: "Coach Kurobe told you to die."

"Pfft!" Many of the contestants who were doing push-ups burst out laughing, almost unable to maintain their posture.

"Ping," Kurobe Yukio said on the other end of the phone, "I never said that."

I replied calmly, "But you mean that's right."

"..."

When the two coaches were worrying about how to solve the problem of delaying the course, I took out the notebook, raised my hand slightly and said, "That's good, if you can't finish the training within the time limit, you can only eat rice tonight... ..." In an instant, the speed of the players doing exercises increased several times, "Then the problem will be solved." I pointed to them.

"Very good." Tsuge Ryuji looked at me, "It seems that you have learned a lot from Saito." Uncle Saitozhi, the electric lamp post, is a spiritual coach who specializes in torturing people.

I humbly said, "No, it's just that they are too easy to guess."

"..." This is the self-evident voice of the players.

In the evening, I met Yagyu in the aisle. He lifted his glasses and gave me a thumbs up.

"Which one are you referring to?"

"Of course it was that kick."

"Ah, thanks." I felt good kicking him.

"You're welcome." It seemed that Liu Sheng also felt very happy.

After finishing the report to be handed in, I still went to do the exercises.Today is very good, and I didn't take a painkiller.When I returned to my room after taking a shower, Lian Er was leaning on the door with her arms folded and waiting for me.I wiped my dripping hair and opened the door to let him into the room.

I sat on the ground, looked at him, and yawned.Please, tell me something, I'm sleepy.

"Are you like this?" He leaned on my desk, looking down at me.

I pouted.He must be talking about Yukimura.

"You..." He bent his fingers and tapped my head hard, "Idiot."

"..." The gentleman moved his mouth but not his hands, why did he hit me.

"I told you, say goodbye to everyone, idiot."

My eyes wandered, "I have."

"have?"

"..."

"Apologize to Yukimura properly."

"...It's because he went too far these two days."

Lian Er rubbed my head, "My reminder has arrived, how to deal with it is your own business. Think about it carefully." After saying that, he went out.

What a hassle.I ruffled my hair, dried it, and fell asleep.Yukimura is a cheapskate, this time he is even more angry than last time.I rolled on the bed, looking at the ceiling.Ahhh, I'm so troublesome, if I had known it earlier, I would have told him formally.Everyone has said it, but he is the only one left behind. I am indeed too much.But he has obviously gone too much these past two days, laughing, laughing, laughing, only the goddess laughs all day long, I'm afraid that others will not know you don't eat fireworks in the world.

With such a sense of distance, why not just get a glass cover and cover yourself in it.asshole.There are too many masks, be careful to suffocate to death.asshole.

I sat up and went out the door.

"Knock! Knock! Knock!"

"……Who?"

"Knock! Knock! Knock!" It's two o'clock in the morning, and it feels so good to wake Yukimura up.

The door opened slowly, Yukimura stuck his head out and looked at me silently.

"come out."

"No, low back pain."

"..." I glanced at him, "If you don't come out, you will wake up the roommate."

"You won't be able to leave."

"I do not go."

"I'm not coming out."

"..."

"..."

"Is Seichi a child?"

"Mayumi is a child."

I'm an idiot to tell you any more.I reached out and pulled Yukimura out, and dragged him to the back stairs of the dormitory building—in this perverted U-[-] dormitory, except for the rooms, there are only a few back stairs without cameras.As a staff member, I have long learned this important information by heart.

"Okay, there's no one here. If you want to scold you, just scold me straightforwardly. A boy is shy. Don't think that because you look like a girl, you are really a girl."

"Masumi, are you apologizing?"

I was crazy, "Hey, you are too much! It is worse than when I was transparent last time! What kind of bastard's angry way are you?"

"Oh?" He tilted his head innocently, "So Mayumi cares if I'm angry or not? I don't send that kind of message until four o'clock in the morning, and I'll take the plane at eight o'clock in the morning the next day. , Oh, I thought Mayumi didn't care."

"..." Help, Yukimura began to Speak, "Tell me," I said weakly, "What do you want me to do so that you don't get angry?"

He laughed, "Guess."

"……"ah!

He took a necklace that was wrapped in two loops from his wrist, and took my hand, placing the necklace in the palm of my hand.

"I won't be angry if I wear it."

What?I look at this very delicate, thin silver necklace.

"Will you not be angry if you wear it?"

"Yeah. Don't take it off without my permission."

"...Will you wear it in the shower?"

"Don't worry, its material is actually silver and alloy, not afraid of sweat and soap."

"You're so thoughtful." Yukimura is a pervert when he thinks of this step.

"Masumi doesn't need to swallow the second half of the sentence," Yukimura smiled again, "I can tell from your face."

"..."

"Come on, baby, put it on."

"... Trouble." I buckled the chain around my neck, "Really, I don't know when I started to have these troublesome jingles on my body."

"Oh? Are there many?"

"There are at least two items now." I shook the ring on my left hand to him.

"Speaking of which, I haven't really looked at Mayumi's ring yet."

"What's so good about this?" I took off the ring under Yukimura's gesture and handed it to him.

He looked at it, then smiled and returned it to me, "It's nothing special."

I put it on again, "It's nothing to look at. In fact, Kazuya and I don't like too complicated designs, so this is fine." Unfortunately, the wedding ring that will be worn for a lifetime must be the pair passed down by Kazuya's family. It's the kind of style that is beautiful, but too fancy to make people look dazzled.

"Okay, go back to sleep." He patted my head, "I have to get up early tomorrow."

I pouted, "It's not because of you."

He suddenly clenched his fists halfway again, covering his mouth and laughing, "Hahahaha."

"...Laughing, please explain."

"It's funny, no explanation."

"..." You are ruthless.

The author has something to say: or only progressed to this point......

I really can't blame Mayumi for being too slow......