Amethyst Fascination

A blockbuster was dropped on the U-17 Hesu base on a certain day.Those junior high school students who left came back in black uniforms and were challenging Court No. 2 at the moment.

As soon as the news spread, almost everyone went to the No. 2 stadium where the incident happened, regardless of the possibility of being punished by the coach afterwards.

Standing quietly in the middle of the field, Yukimura looked at the empty field for a moment, with a slight smile on his lips.His fingers gently covered his left chest, feeling the uncontrollable beating of his heart, he whispered to himself: "You are finally back, little guy."

It has been more than half a month since we separated that day.Missing has almost become a daily compulsory course, but every time I recall the bits and pieces between them, I find that the time spent with each other is really pitiful.Even after confessing his love, he separated quickly. He was fed up with the patience and hard work of this separation.

Sighing lightly, looking around, after confirming that there is no one who can train with him, Yukimura also walked towards the direction of No. 2 court.

He really misses that kid.

From a distance, Yukimura saw the group of middle school students in black uniforms at a glance.Different from the red and white team uniforms of the U-17 officially selected players, the gloomy red and black two colors are faintly domineering.His eyes flashed, and Yukimura quickly found the child he missed day and night.

Still looking proud and flying, surrounded by much taller and defeated players, the child showed the demeanor of a leader, and the proud smile in his eyes was enough to charm every pair of eyes.It's just that the handful of dark green hair protruding from the hole in the hat is a bit out of place, but it makes the boy look playful and cute.

Holding back his laughter, Yukimura's eyes wandered again, and fell on Sanada, who was as calm as a mountain behind the boy, his amethyst-like phoenix pupils were a little dark.Sanada seemed to regard himself as a protector, looking at the disgruntled players on the 2nd court coldly.

"I said, do you want to play a game with us?" With a provocative smile in the golden cat's eyes, the boy locked the players on the No. Give us the pitch number."

Hearing the other party's contemptuous response, Sanada took the boy's words and said in a deep voice, "As long as we lose a game, we will lose, how about it?"

"In other words, none of us will lose to you!" Kintaro also shouted cheerfully, not realizing that he was adding fuel to the fire.

If the words are not speculative, it is natural to decide the outcome with tennis.The Black Jacket team, who were branded as losers, defeated the players in Court No. 2 one by one with astonishing strength.

With a quick attack, Sanada knocked his opponent out of the court with the ball and turned around to walk out of the court.Seeing the young man with a proud smile on his brows and eyes coming face to face, he raised his hand and gently touched the brim of the young man's hat, and said softly, "I'll leave it to you, Echigo."

"Don't worry, Sanada-senpai." With an affirmative look in his eyes, the boy hit the five tennis balls flying from outside the court one by one with a backhand, squinting and smiling at the right end of the leader of No. 2 court standing beside the court. "Hey, you are the strongest person here, come and fight."

Outside the court, Yukimura folded his hands and leaned aside, the corners of his lips drooped slightly, and displeasure flashed in his purple eyes.

Really upset, watching Sanada touch the child so naturally, presumably these days, such touching has already become a habit.There is nothing substantial about it, but unhappiness is unhappiness, uncontrollable.

It is worthy of being the soul pillar of the No. 2 court, and the right end has a very strong strength.Even if he is not good at backhanding, the right hand that can be called the domain of gods is extremely difficult to break.

Inside the court, the tug-of-war continued; outside the court, the members of the losing group gradually became anxious because of the juvenile's long inability to win.Only Sanada, still locked on the small figure of the young man with extremely trusting eyes, said sharply to everyone: "We once fell into the abyss of losers, but that guy has always stood at the forefront of us, we have to trust him!"

Listening to Sanada's words, Yukimura's eyes became more complicated, and he stared at Sanada's resolute side face without saying a word.

Since when did you entrust everything to the little guy, Sanada?Has your trust in him reached this far?What does trust mean, have you ever thought about it?

Relying on the results of training these days, the boy finally won.

Before it was too late to celebrate, the latest announcement from the coaching staff sounded around the stadium: "Everyone, according to the supervisor's opinion, all 27 members of the losing group will enter Court No. 2."

Surrounded by players from the losing group, the boy raised his head and saw a pair of deep purple eyes, he couldn't help being slightly taken aback.The owner of the eyes is not Yukimura, but Tokugawa, the one who sent him to the hell of failure.The deep and cold gaze made the young man a little uncomfortable, he pursed his lips unconsciously, and stared back without showing any weakness.

His eyes lingered on the young man's delicate face for a long time, and although Tokugawa's expression was cold, he smiled silently in his heart.Sure enough, he is a little guy who refuses to admit defeat. He probably will find him soon, and he is looking forward to it.

After staring at each other for a long time, Tokugawa turned around and left without saying a word.

Snorting displeasedly, the young man looked away, and continued to look for the person he wanted to see in the crowd, and finally found the back of the person who turned and left behind the noisy crowd.

Frowning slightly, he broke away from Taocheng's arms, and quickly chased after him, raising his voice slightly, "Hey! Why don't you finish watching?"

Stopping in his tracks, Yukimura turned his head slowly, looking at the dissatisfied amber eyes of the boy, with a slight smile on his lips. "I know you will win, so don't read it."

Staring at those amethyst-like clear eyes, no matter how you look at it, you feel that this person is very unhappy now, the young man bit his lip lightly.Walking slowly in front of Yukimura, looking up at his handsome face, he asked softly, "What's wrong with you, Senior Yukimura?"

Still staring at the boy's round cat eyes without saying a word, until a trace of impatience gradually emerged in them, Yukimura chuckled softly: "It's okay, you still know what's wrong with me." He stroked the bandage on the side of the boy's face with his fingertips, His eyes lingered on the little face covered with fine bruises, and he sighed softly: "Little guy, do you still remember that we are dating?"

His face flushed slightly, the boy lowered his head and muttered for a long time, then whispered: "I remember."

"Since you remember, why are you still so disobedient?" Ignoring that many people behind the boy were looking at him curiously, Yukimura stretched out his hand to raise his small and round jaw, not letting him avoid his gaze, and asked calmly.

It's almost time to claim ownership.Although I don't think there is any need to disclose the relationship between each other, but if it is disclosed, there may not be any bad things.Otherwise, this little guy will be unconscious and continue to do gravity.

A hint of embarrassment floated in his eyes, the boy glared angrily at the expressionless Yukimura, and shouted in a low voice, "Let go of me, there are so many people!"

"So what if there are too many people?" Yukimura approached his blushing cheeks, a smile flashed in his eyes, and said softly, "Is our relationship very shameful?" Although the young man was dissatisfied, he did not struggle. This little discovery made him very happy.

"No!" Retorted hastily, the young man bit his lip, mumbling what to say, but didn't know what to say.

"That's enough." With a bright smile, he stretched out his arms to embrace the young man's thin shoulders and faced everyone together. Yukimura slightly bent his eyes and scanned the stunned faces, and said softly: "Everyone in the defeated group, thanks to you for so many days. Thank you for taking care of my little guy."

Seeing some people's brows furrowed tightly, Yukimura suddenly felt better, took the boy's little hand and left lightly.