Amethyst Fascination

On the third day after the operation, Sanada reappeared in Yukimura's ward.

He knew that it was useless to escape, he had to face Yukimura, and he had to tell Yukimura Tatekai that he had lost the game.

At this moment, there was a deathly silence in the ward, all the main candidates were blocked, only Sanada stood quietly by the bed, looking at the person who was sitting on the bed, so calm that no expression could be seen.

"I'm sorry, Yukimura. We lost the Kanto competition, but next time, we will definitely get our shame in the national competition." Sanada had never seen this kind of Yukimura.Yukimura in memory, no matter how difficult the situation is, he will face it with a smile.Therefore, Sanada was a little panicked, and even his usually calm voice couldn't help trembling slightly.

"May I ask you to go out first, Sanada." With his head lowered, his pale and handsome face covered by blue-purple hair, Yukimura's voice was terrifyingly calm.

"Yukimura..." Looking anxiously at the slender fingers gripping the sheet tightly, Sanada's lips trembled, but he couldn't say anything.

Finally, his shoulders trembled violently uncontrollably, he closed his eyes tightly, and threw himself on the bed as if he could no longer bear the pain. The blue blood vessels on the back of his pale hand seemed to tell the pain of the owner who held it. .Yukimura hoarse voice: "I don't want to hear about the next time!"

There is no next time!The conversation between the doctor and the nurse he overheard has already sentenced him to death!He can't, can't play tennis anymore!

Li Haida's road to the three consecutive hegemony was cut off in his hands...

Staring blankly at Yukimura who lost control of his emotions for the first time in front of him, Sanada knew that what he said would be futile.Biting his lips tightly, he walked out of the room soundlessly with heavy steps.

After closing the door, Sanada tightly closed his eyes when he heard the painful screams coming from the ward.

I'm sorry, Yukimura, I'm sorry...

After being silent for a long time, Sanada slowly raised his head, looked at every young and disappointed face, and his wandering eyes fell on the small figure sitting by the corridor not far away.

Echizen?when did he come

Most of the delicate little face was covered by the dark green hair, and his expression at the moment could not be seen clearly, but Sanada was sure that he heard Yukimura's voice.Sighing slightly, Sanada walked up to the boy, and said hoarsely: "Echizen, Yukimura needs to rest now, you can come back another day."

With a slight movement of his thin shoulders, the boy stood up and walked straight to Yukimura's ward.

Frowning, Sanada walked over quickly and pressed the little white hand that was already on the doorknob. Sanada stared at the child who was still silent with his head down, with a trace of irritation in his voice: "You don't understand what I'm saying ?"

"I want to go in." A soft voice came from under the brim of the white hat, staring at the big hand covering the back of his hand, feeling the slight tremor, the boy raised his head, his golden cat eyes flashed with displeasure and persistence, He said coldly: "Let go, I want to go in."

After looking at this irritatingly stubborn child for a long time, Sanada finally sighed in frustration and let go of his hand.

Gently closing the door, Ryoma stood by the door and looked at the figure lying on the bed, trembling violently, and bit his lips tightly.He walked over silently, stretched out his slender arms to gently embrace the trembling shoulders, and said softly, "It's okay, Yukimura-senpai."

The hand holding the bed sheet loosened and tightened, and finally hugged the young boy's petite body tightly, and buried his face in his thin shoulders. Yukimura closed his eyes and forced back the burning tears in his eyes.

His fingers slid through the blue-purple hair, he gently held his handsome pale face, and his calloused thumb wiped away the moisture from the corners of his eyes.Lowering his head, with his warm and soft lips pressed against his cold forehead, the boy murmured hoarsely: "It will be fine, Yukimura-senpai."

That little bit of warmth slowly diffused along the skin of the forehead to the heart sunken in the darkness, calming down the trembling of the whole body.Slowly opening his eyes, looking up at those dazzling amber eyes, Yukimura said hoarsely, "Echizen, I can't play anymore."

Fingers resting on the side of the dim purple eyes, quietly staring at the fragile and painful face, the boy half kneeled on the edge of the bed, pressing Yukimura's head against his thin but warm chest.His chin lightly touched the cold hair on the top of his head, and he said softly, "Whether you can play or not is not something that can be decided by a doctor. Yukimura-senpai, don't give up."

The chaotic mood calmed down little by little, and he quietly breathed the faint milk fragrance on the young man's body, Yukimura did not make a sound.With half-opened eyes, he stared blankly out of the window, his chest still throbbing with pain.

do not give up?Will this belief be able to support this broken body before returning to the court?Tennis has long been fused with his body, and he can't bear the end of suddenly having tennis stripped from his life.

"Speak, Yukimura-senpai." The boy couldn't help frowning after not hearing that familiar voice for a long time.Looking down at those empty eyes, there was a trace of displeasure in the hoarse voice: "Did you just give up like this? You kept telling me that there is no dead end in Lihai's third consecutive battle. Are you going to become that dead end yourself?" ?”

"You brat, can't you be more patient and comfort me?" With a trace of dissatisfaction in his warm and melodious voice, Yukimura slowly sat up straight, and hugged the small body into his arms with his backhand.Lowering her head, soft hair fell on the young man's delicate cheeks, and her elegant lips curled slightly: "Thank you, Echizen."

That's right, we can't be that blind spot, Li Haida still needs him to be on his way to the third consecutive hegemony!

Looking steadily into the depths of those clear purple eyes, the young man's slightly frowning brows gradually loosened, and turned into a proud low hum: "Idiot!"

"This idiot will beat you in the national competition, Ichiyuki's shame in the Kanto competition." The slender fingers caressed the soft and fair face, so soft that Yukimura couldn't help pinching it, and pinching it again.Seeing the embarrassment gradually rising in the golden cat's eyes, Yukimura finally laughed out loud.

His face flushed, and he slapped away the annoying hand vigorously, the boy broke free from Yukimura's embrace, and stood still on the edge of the bed.Staring down at the purple phoenix eyes, she raised her lips as if she was satisfied with this angle: "Impossible, Yukimura-senpai. The champion of this year's national competition, Seigaku is sure!"

The pink and soft lips shone with a moving luster in the sun, making Yukimura couldn't help but recall the soft kiss that the boy left on his forehead.His fingers brushed lightly over the place that had been soothed, as if he could still feel a trace of warmth remaining on it.He suddenly cared about something: "Echizen, did you use this method to comfort Tezuka?"

Slightly stunned, staring suspiciously at Yukimura's finger resting on his forehead, the boy seemed to understand what he meant, and blushed belatedly.Pulling down the brim of his hat to cover his hot cheeks, he said angrily, "Are you an idiot, Yukimura-senpai!"

Looking at the boy in front of him who looked like a furry cat, Yukimura rolled his eyes as if he was satisfied with his reaction. "I seem to have been scolded by you for being an idiot several times today, Echizen." Reaching out, he gently clasped the boy's small hand in his palm, looking up at the golden amber cat eyes, he said softly: "I won't give up, Echizen .”