Amethyst Fascination

From the moment he finalized the admission treatment schedule with Dr. Nagasaki, Yukimura felt that he was racing against time. It seemed like a long week, but no amount of savings was enough.

From now to the training plan before the national competition, to the arrangement of each game, to the training package of each selected player, thick notebooks occupy all his rest time.

So, when he put all the information in front of Sanada with a pale face, and saw the astonishment and collapse on his friend's usually condensed face, Yukimura smiled.Yukimura thought it was worth it to see the terrified expression of Emperor Lihai, who is known as the black-faced god of death.

"Yukimura? What is this?" Sanada briefly flipped through a dozen or so thick notes, and Sanada was surprised, but the uneasiness that had been lingering in his heart became heavier.Even Liu Renji, who has the reputation of being a military adviser of the Lihai University Tennis Club, has recorded for three years, but it is far from so much weight. What happened to Yukimura?

Slightly raising the corners of his lips, Yukimura leaned half against the locker, trying his best to suppress the exhaustion surging around him, and whispered: "Call them all in, let's have a meeting."

Staring suspiciously at the amethyst phoenix eyes that were slightly raised at the corners of the eyes, Sanada was silent for a while, then sighed in frustration, got up and walked out.

You will never be able to see through Yukimura, this is Sanada's long-standing cognition.The seemingly gentle and polite smile is actually a calm alienation, so everyone in the Lihai Tennis Club has admiration and awe for Yukimura, but no one can really talk to him.

Swallowing the handful of pills with water, Yukimura quietly watched the first-choice players walking into the departmental activity room talking and laughing, with unconcealable sadness flashing in his quiet purple eyes.

Finally it was time to say goodbye.

With his arms folded on his chest, Yukimura cut to the chase and said, "Because of my physical condition, I will need to be admitted to the hospital for treatment recently, so I will be away from you for a while. Vice-Minister Sanada will take over all the affairs of the tennis club from me. Please support him. Before I leave, I hope to hear you say to me again: There is no dead end in Lihai's third consecutive championship."

Before the smile could fade away, everyone stared blankly at Yukimura's smiling face as usual, as if he just said a very bad joke and left the scene.

"Minister...are you joking with us?" Unable to suppress the trembling in his voice, Kirihara Chi also walked up to Yukimura quickly, forced himself to show a smile, and said: "This joke is not funny at all, The minister should change it!"

Yes, it must be so!The minister has always liked to tell some cold jokes at inappropriate times, and this time it must be the same!

There was still a slight smile on the corner of his lips, Yukimura just kept looking at the mist that gradually gathered in Kirihara's eyes, and reached out to rub his soft black hair.His pupils glinted, gliding past every pair of unbelievable eyes, and his voice was as calm and gentle as usual: "I will be back before the Kanto competition, don't worry."

"Jingshi, what kind of illness is going to the hospital?" Frowning, Liu Lianer opened her narrowed eyes and met Yukimura's eyes, but was frustrated to find that the beautiful purple eyes were so clear. Not a trace of darkness.

"It's not a serious illness, don't worry." His slender and white fingers pushed the thick notebook in front of everyone, Yukimura lowered his head slightly, and smiled lightly: "I wrote these in my free time, I believe it will be beneficial to everyone Yes, I leave it all to you, Liu."

"Don't make it like an entrustment, Yukimura!" Pressing down on the pile of thick notes, Sanada stopped Yukimura from continuing to push forward, as if that was the only way to stop Yukimura from leaving, and growled out the questions of all of them: " If it's not a serious illness, why are you preparing these all of a sudden?"

Without arguing with Sanada, Yukimura slowly withdrew his hand, his eyes lingered on each of the perplexed and uneasy faces in turn, and there was a hint of sternness in his gentle voice: "Tell me: Lihai Da Sanlian has no dead ends!"

The main candidates are all aware of Yukimura's personality, if he refuses to tell, no one can dig out any news from him.Therefore, they just straightened their bodies and made a promise to their most respected minister: "There are no dead ends in Lihai's three consecutive battles!"

There was a hint of relief in the purple eyes, and Yukimura nodded slightly: "Go out and train, I believe you will do well."

Worries filled every young face, everyone left silently, leaving the silence of the room to their exhausted minister, only Sanada stood stubbornly in front of Yukimura, pursing his lips tightly, with a serious expression on his face .

"I'm going to be admitted to the hospital the day after tomorrow, and there are still some things that need to be cleaned up, so you can go out too, Sanada." As if unwilling to say more, Yukimura walked past Sanada silently and walked towards his locker.Turning his back on his comrade who was still silently resisting him, Yukimura deliberately lowered his voice: "Get out, Sanada."

Punching heavily on the conference table, Sanada ignored the sharp pain in his phalanx and walked out of the activity room stiffly and straightly. "I'll come and see you, Yukimura."

The sound of the door slamming shattered all the camouflage, Yukimura tightly grasped the handle of the locker, closed his eyes forcefully, his slender body couldn't stop shaking violently.

There are not many things to pack, Yukimura seems to want to stay longer in this familiar room, his movements are heavy and slow.The group photo of last year's national competition champion, the photo album full of photos from the main selection, a few books and the racket that has long been integrated with him are all his luggage.

Looking at the wall full of honor with pain in his eyes, Yukimura slowly took off his yellow shirt.Folding it gently, smoothing out every wrinkle on it, he said softly to all these things: "There are no dead ends in Lihai Big Three!"