Amethyst Fascination

Yukimura never thought that he and this kid named Echizen Ryoma would meet so frequently.Only a few days later, they met again.

At that time, he was standing in front of the window watering the pot of purple cornflowers that Dr. Nagasaki gave him, but he turned his head as if he had a heart, and saw the little boy standing at the door of the ward.

The boy was holding a large bag of fruit in one hand and a bunch of irises in full bloom in the other. He had a big ball bag hanging on his shoulder, and his expression was a little uncomfortable.Seeing Yukimura turning his head, he strode into the ward, put the fruit on the table as if venting his anger, and then stuffed the flowers into Yukimura's hand.

"Echizen?" Holding a large bunch of irises, Yukimura looked at the boy's sullen face slightly in astonishment, and asked, "What's wrong?"

How do you look at yourself as if you were meeting your enemy?

"It's nothing." It's just that when I came out of the house, I was forced to carry such a large bag of fruit and such a large bouquet of flowers.He just said that he came to the hospital to return the clothes that Yukimura lent him, did mother and cousin have to make it so grand?

But he was even more angry at himself, who was in a daze when he saw this man watering the flowers.But it's really pretty, isn't it?

Without further questioning, Yukimura turned around and placed the flowers, picked up the apple on the table and asked, "Do you want to eat?"

"Well, no need." Weiwei lowered her head awkwardly, took out a can of Fanta from her backpack and took a sip, Ryoma looked away awkwardly, and whispered: "Thank you for lending me my clothes that day."

Yukimura looked at the awkward-looking boy with some amusement as his beautiful lips raised a nice curve.After getting along several times, he gradually understood the boy's awkward personality.Actually, it's pretty cute.

"Hey, when will you be discharged from the hospital? Will you be able to catch up with the Kanto Competition?" Ryoma asked with a frown as he raised his head to look at the purple eyes that were staring at him after not hearing Yukimura's voice for a long time.

The smile faltered slightly, Yukimura turned his eyes away and fell silent.The Kanto competition will definitely not be able to catch up. If the goddess of luck does not take care of her, she will not even be able to catch up with the national competition.

Staring at the handsome face covered by blue-purple hair, the young man seemed to realize that he had said something wrong, and after muttering for a while, he whispered: "If it doesn't get better, take it easy, I'll beat the middle-aged man in your family first. "

Middle-aged people?Yukimura was taken aback by this unfamiliar vocabulary, and then Sanada's face with black lines appeared in his mind, and he couldn't help laughing.Stretching out his hand to rub the boy's dark green hair, he chuckled: "His name is Genichiro Sanada, you should call him Senpai. Also, if I don't call you Hey, you should also call me Yukimura Senpai."

This person refuses to suffer at all!Ryoma stared at Yukimura dissatisfied, but was slightly lost in his smiling amethyst phoenix eyes.

When the person in front of me smiled, he was really pretty.Like, as warm as the sun, right?For some reason, such an idea suddenly popped up in that little head with poor Chinese.

"Well, Yukimura-senpai." Obediently obeyed Yukimura's order, although he yelled a little reluctantly, Ryoma still asked his doubts in his warm eyes: "Where did you get hurt?"

The smiling purple eyes suddenly dimmed a little, looking back at the boy's clear golden eyes, Yukimura thought for a while, and decided to tell him: "Gerry-Barre Syndrome, have you heard of it?" He was sure that the boy in front of him had never After hearing such awkward words, Yukimura continued with a puzzled look on his face: "My hands are often numb to the point of being unconscious. The doctor told me that without surgery, I would no longer be able to play tennis."

"Then surgery!" interrupting Yukimura hastily, Ryoma seemed unaware of the eagerness in his eyes.

With a bitter smile, Yukimura sighed lightly and shook his head. "The odds of success are very low. I can't be sure."

Looking at Yukimura quietly, Ryoma was silent for a long time.After Yukimura thought he would not say anything more, a childish and slightly hoarse voice sounded in the quiet ward: "The place where our minister is going is a sanatorium in Germany. I heard that one or two cases of this kind of injury have been cured there." example. Although the chances of success are low, the minister said he must go. Because if you don’t go, there is no hope at all.”

He seldom talks so much with others, the young man speaks very slowly, very slowly, and his articulation is not very standard, but he still thinks it is necessary to tell Yukimura.I just simply feel that it would be a pity for such a strong person to give up tennis because of illness.

Amethyst-like phoenix eyes rippled, Yukimura stared blankly at the boy in front of him whose earlobe was red from embarrassment, and suddenly smiled. "Thank you, Echizen."

As smart as him, how could Yukimura not understand the meaning of the boy's words.Compared with those blunt words of not giving up, Yukimura felt that the boy's words made him warmer.

Raising his head, looking up at the smiling purple eyes from a very close distance, Ryoma blushed.After mumbling for a long time, he finally said: "Tomorrow, we will play against Chengcheng Shonan, come and watch if you have time." Then he added: "It doesn't matter if you can't come."

"If I can get a leave with the doctor, I will come."