Amethyst Fascination

The next day, Sanada took half a day off to send Ryoma back to Tokyo.

Boarding the MRT bus, looking at the boy sitting by the window with his hat lowered, Sanada pondered for a moment, then asked in a low voice, "Xingmura will have surgery tomorrow, do you know?"

Raising the corners of his eyes slightly, Ryoma looked at the serious Emperor Lihai with some surprise.He's pretty sure he hasn't met Sanada at Yukimura's place, but why does Sanada act like he's sure he should know?Curling his lips, he lazily said, "I know. So what?"

A trace of inexplicable unhappiness floated up in his heart, looking straight into those golden eyes in a blink of an eye, Sanada said lightly: "Tomorrow's match will end in the first three rounds, so we probably won't be able to run into each other. If you want to play, you can come to find me anytime. I."

A flash of astonishment flashed in his eyes, and then gradually turned into a little bit of anger. The boy raised his head and stared at Sanada's dark eyes, with a sneer on his lips: "I prefer to beat you in competitions."

Calmly looking at the amber cat eyes full of pride and unyielding, and the straight lips curved into a very shallow arc, Sanada raised his hand and patted the brim of the boy's hat, and said indifferently: "No one can defeat Li Haida, even if the hand Tsukazai is the same."

"Even if the minister is not around, we can still win the Kanto Contest. Watch it carefully." As if being poked at a sore spot, the boy frowned delicately and raised his voice slightly.

One word at a time, speaking very slowly, but it was like a heavy hammer hitting Sanada's heart.

Such a firm expression fell into Sanada's eyes, which slightly shocked the calm state of mind of the calm and serious King Lihai.In that moment of trance, he seemed to see another pair of eyes, a pair of eyes clearer than the purest amethyst, with the same firm look.

Silently staring at the boy, his deep eyes flickered inadvertently, Sanada changed the subject calmly: "Do you want to see Yukimura?"

The sudden mention of Yukimura made the boy who was about to continue the verbal battle with Sanada startled for a moment, and then lowered his head unconsciously.Originally, he had already boasted about Haikou in front of that person and said that he would defeat Li Haida, but he did not expect to lose to Sanada, which made him a little embarrassed to see that person again.

But the surgery is going to take place tomorrow, so I don't know how that person is getting ready.After murmuring for a while, Ryoma whispered, "Okay."

When Sanada appeared in Yukimura's ward with Ryoma, Yukimura was resting on the bedside.His eyes were slightly closed, but his mind was extremely clear, as he deduced the game that would be played tomorrow.

Hearing the soft opening of the door, he slowly opened his eyes, with a faint smile on his lips. "Long time no see, Echizen."

It was still the same gentle smile as usual, but he felt a little shy for some reason, which made the boy lower his head in a hurry, and stretched out his hand to lower the brim of his hat to cover the expression on his face.

His eyes lingered between the boy and Yukimura for a moment, and Sanada suppressed the inexplicable depression in his heart, strode up to Yukimura, and said in a deep voice: "Before your surgery tomorrow, I will bring the championship pennant. I will go back first. "

Smiling and watching Sanada leave, his eyes fell on the boy who was still standing at the door, seeing some bruises on his fair calf, Yukimura smiled slightly, and asked softly, "Does your leg still hurt?"

"You know?" Frowning, the boy lowered his head and whispered, "It doesn't hurt much anymore."

Presumably Sanada has already dealt with it, and Yukimura is quite at ease about that serious and cautious friend.Nodding his head, motioning for the boy to come over, Yukimura said indifferently: "I have already punished Kirihara, you have to be careful in the future."

Of course he knew that what happened yesterday would not be caused by Kirihara alone, but he couldn't bear to blame the child in front of him too much.After all, he has also been taught a lesson.

After hesitating for a moment, in the eyes of Yukimura, this proud and stubborn boy walked over docilely, his round cat eyes patrolling back and forth on his handsome face. "Surgery, when is the exact time?"

Wei Yang's lip line stiffened a little, Yukimura sighed vaguely, and rolled his eyes away. "One o'clock tomorrow afternoon."

"Well, then I'll come to see you after the game." Tilting his head and looking at Yukimura slantingly, his soft lips suddenly curved into a proud smile, the boy snorted and said, "I will bring the championship medal .”

The purple eyes were slightly startled, and then a funny look bloomed, Yukimura was sure that on the way here, this kid had a fight with Sanada.Stretching out his hand, his slender fingers gently brushed away the hair scattered on his fair face, and he smiled softly, "Was it lost that day?"

"You know again?" Frowning slightly, he turned his head and looked at Yukimura with dissatisfaction. Ryoma frowned and said, "I won't lose again!"

Such a firm tone made Yukimura raise his eyebrows, and he looked seriously at the boy's beautiful eyes shining with confidence, and asked, "Are you sure you can pull Li Haida into the first singles tomorrow?"

"Not sure." Proudly greeted the purple eyes with doubts written on it, and a bright smile bloomed on his delicate face, the young man declared in a high voice, "Yes, for sure. The champion will definitely be Qingxue!"

Staring at such a proud and beautiful smile for a long time, Yukimura smiled. "Then, let's do our best."

Looking at Yukimura's smiling amethyst phoenix eyes, the boy bit his lip, and his callused little hands grabbed a strand of blue-purple hair without warning, "You have to work hard, Senior Yukimura. Don't be careless. Bar!"

At a very close distance, Yukimura frowned and chuckled: "I remember this is Tezuka's catchphrase, right?"

Not used to approaching like this, the young man backed away a little and smiled triumphantly. "Yes, the Minister used to say."

With such a high-spirited expression, Yukimura couldn't help reaching out and pinching the boy's little face. "how about yours?"

Frowning and glaring at Yukimura, he stretched out his hand and slapped away the raging claws on his face. The boy's proud expression never lost a little: "You are still far behind, Senior Yukimura!"