[Net King_Echizen] Backtracking

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Echizen Ryoma woke up from a hangover and immediately saw the girl sitting at his desk.

The shaky sunlight casts through the half-covered curtains and slantly sprinkles on the slender figure. The shoulder-length long hair covers the butterfly bones on the back, quiet and beautiful.The severe pain in his head engulfed him, he half-closed his eyes, and blurted out:

"—Crimson Moon?"

The girl with her back to him turned around when she heard the words, folded her arms, and said with a half-smile: "I'm sorry that I'm not the person you want to see."

"Why are you in my room?"

"... Nana."

Echizen Ryoma changed his name after circling on the tip of his tongue calmly, grabbed the pillow beside him and threw it at her: "In the past few years, you didn't learn anything else, you just patronized and learned from Yukimura Seiichi. Bad water, it’s not cute at all.”

He got out of bed.

The head still hurts.

Echizen Chuna turned her head to avoid his pillow attack, her side face was clouded, "If I wasn't here, who brought you home drunk last night, idiot brother."

It was a rare time when she taunted him.

Echizen Ryoma was confused: "Last night?"

"Yes."

Echizen Juna nodded, bent down to smooth the folds of the quilt for him, and then raised her head and leaned against the wall to explain patiently: "That classmate in your middle school——that little girl called me last night on your mobile phone .Fortunately, Ah Shi is by my side, otherwise I wouldn't know how to get you home."

"You mean, it was Yukimura-senpai who carried me home."

Echizen Ryoma's face is very smelly.

He seldom gets drunk, so I don't know if he will make a lot of ugly appearances and deny his relatives at that time.According to Yukimura Seiichi's temperament, maybe he took some photos and kept them for future threats.

Really bad.

Wudi thought again: "Wait, why are you with him in the middle of the night? If I remember correctly, you just got back together not long ago."

Echizen Juna's tone lowered, and she muttered, "I've been an adult for so long, so you don't have to worry about me."

"And that's beside the point."

She changed the subject and threw the mobile phone in her pocket to him: "Last night, that little girl stayed with you for a long time alone, and her eyes were red when she heard you talk drunk. pitiful."

Obviously she is the same age as the "little girl" in her mouth.

Echizen Ryoma lowered his head and pressed his phone twice.

out of battery.

The stuck head finally regained consciousness for a moment, Echizen Ryoma thought of the little girl who crouched next to her before she got drunk last night and her eyes slowly turned red:

"what."

Echizen Juna was still struggling to think back: "I remember that girl's name is... Ryuzaki, right?"

"right."

"What is it?" Echizen Chuna covered her mouth in disbelief: "Brother, don't tell me that you still can't remember his name."

Suddenly a feeling of powerlessness came to my heart, but I felt that Echizen Ryoma's reaction was normal.Echizen Ryoma seemed to be a different person during the years when he fell in love with Atobe Himezuki, especially after breaking up.

At that time, mentioning her name was like an unresolved thorn, piercing him with blood.

"Hiss, it's so cold."

Echizen Chuna opened the can, brought grape juice close to his cheek with a smile, and waved it in front of his eyes.The carbonated drink was bubbling and made a strange "sizzling" sound: "No matter what, you have to thank the girl properly."

Echizen Ryoma: "You stole my ponta again."

"elder brother."

"……understood."

He decided to send a text message to Ryuzaki Sakurano to thank him after charging the battery.

"Then I'll go."

Echizen Juna put the can on the desk, her eyebrows were flying, obviously in a good mood.Echizen Ryoma paused under her beaming expression, and couldn't help asking, "Where are you going?"

There was a moment of silence in the air.

Echizen Juna said awkwardly, with joy falling from the brows: "I made an appointment with Feiyue to go to Atobe's house to try on the custom-made bridesmaid dresses today."

"..."

"Oh."

Suddenly fell silent again.

On Echizen Ryoma's desk was a photograph, firmly embedded in a frame.

The girl with long purple-gray hair was squatting and hugging a lazy Himalayan cat, tied with a moderately high ponytail, wearing a simple light gray sportswear, and well-washed sneakers.The slender, white fingers covered the cat's back, facing the orange sunset, she lowered her eyebrows, gentle and tender.

The writing on the back of the frame is hers:

——A teenager who doesn't know love and hate, is the most excited in his life.

Later, this photo was accidentally seen by his roommate who slept with him in the training camp, and the person chased him and asked him who it was.

He replied lightly: "Atobe Scarlet Moon."

Echizen Ryoma will never forget that person's exaggerated and unbelievable tone: "How is it possible that the second lady of the Atobe Zaibatsu wouldn't wear such down-to-earth sportswear and take such down-to-earth photos."

For example, Atobe Feiyue, who should be wearing a dazzling little dress and crystal shoes, holding a goblet and laughing at Yan Yan, is the radiant focus of the crowd.

It's like people from two worlds.

So he said, "Yes."

Looking away from the photo calmly, he put the frame back on the table a little annoyed.Picking up the red/tennis racket in the corner, weighed it casually, stuffed it into the tennis bag, and went out like this.

……

……

Echizen Ryoma met his former opponent at the same street tennis court he frequented.

Played heartily until sunset.

In the end, he was the only one left on the huge tennis court. He sat on the empty court panting, sweat dripping down the back of his hands.He packed up and was ready to go home.

It was in such a situation that he met Atobe Himeki again.

The girl walked down the steps slowly, carrying a tennis bag, wearing a simple and ordinary sportswear like the one in the photo, tied with a ponytail, and her cheeks were clean and warm.She was caught off guard by the pair of amber/cat's eyes, and her feet seemed to be rusted, and she couldn't move half a minute.

The first half of Hizuki Atobe's life was actually not related to the description of "gentleness".

She has always lived recklessly and flamboyantly, always like a flame, passionate, crazy and desperate.

Now she has shed the arrogant thorns all over her body, and her whole body is wrapped in the gentleness of the years.The stagnation was only for a moment, and she approached quickly, smiling gently: "Long time no see."

——Long time no see, Ryoma.

Three years and seven months.

One thousand three hundred and four days.

Echizen Ryoma looked at her: "Long time no see."

They didn't call out each other's name, and they tacitly hid a certain address back into their memory.It seems that as long as this is done, you can go back to the intimate past.

Atobe Himezuki unloaded the tennis bag on her shoulder, took out the silver-purple/customized racket from the bag, and only asked, "Want to play a game?"

Echizen Ryoma: "Okay."

He took out the tennis racket he had just stuffed back, his eyes were extremely shallow: "I won't let the water go."

"Speak like you know how to drain water."

Atobe Feiyue's eyes slowly fell on the brand-new racket he was holding in his palm, and a dazed expression slowly emerged, looking a little lost: "You changed the racket."

Echizen Ryoma's fingertips tightened suddenly.

He replied coldly: "It's broken."

The previous crimson racket was a custom-made birthday present from Atobe Hitsuki. His name was engraved on the handle, and he had used it for many years.He never leaves his body in any major competition, although he once had no major competitions for three consecutive years.But he still kept the racket by his side.

The racket broke last year, and he ran a lot but couldn't fix it.

He never had a chance to turn back.

"That's it."

Atobe Feiyue didn't know what kind of expression to have, she just felt that her cheeks were as stiff as if they were soaked in ice.She stared at the racket in her hand, with a thorny back, showing a pale smile:

"Which?"

...

The game could not be finished.

Because Keigo Atobe came to the street tennis court to look for her, he climbed up the stairs alone, suppressed his anger and shouted: "Atobe Feiyue, you sneaked out again, you know..."

The sound stopped abruptly.

"——Echiqian."

The ball sent from the opposite side hit the ground softly, Echizen Ryoma was a little stunned, seeing Keigo Atobe, who was dressed in a suit and leather shoes, who was out of place with the street tennis court, came over and said hello: "Hello."

Keigo Atobe hasn't seen Echizen Ryoma for several years, mostly seeing him in monthly tennis magazines or live broadcasts around the world.

He squinted at him.

With the eyes of a businessman.

The arrogant boy who opened his mouth and kept calling him "The King of Monkey Mountain" seems to have really grown up.

"Staying back to the past." Keigo Atobe withdrew his gaze, folded his arms and said to Hiyue Atobe, "Hiyue, it's time for us to go back."

Atobe Scarlet Moon: "Okay."

She stuffed the racket into the tennis bag and zipped it up.Then I heard Echizen Ryoma casually say: "I haven't congratulated you yet. Happy wedding."

He thought that he probably wouldn't have a chance to talk to her tomorrow.

He also packed his tennis rackets.

It was as if something had tightened her heart.

Atobe Feiyue heard her own mechanical and indifferent voice, and in the long years and the world of mortals, she only remembered the warm eyes of the boy in front of her.She couldn't help blurting out:

"Echizen Ryoma, I'm getting married, why don't you keep me here?"

Echizen Ryoma tightened the tennis belt, his fingertips turning white.

He lowered his head and walked around the siblings, silently counting the steps and walking down. No one heard his very shallow voice: "Okay."

……

The night is cold as water.

But not as cold as that girl's eyes, like moonlight.

In the end, Echizen Ryoma went to Atobe Hizuki's wedding.

I heard that the wedding of the century marriage between the Atobe Zaibatsu and the Watanabe Group was originally scheduled in the romantic French Provence, but Atobe Himezuki insisted on going back to the auditorium in Tokyo, Japan, and held this grand Western-style wedding.

Echizen Ryoma was late, and when he arrived, Momoshiro sat on the seat and waved to him, and he bowed his waist and walked over to sit down.The nearly 27-year-old senior who was still bluffing asked a question: "Hey, Echizen. You're not in the same row as the ex-boyfriend."

He glanced coolly, and the noisy person immediately fell silent.

...

Many years later, someone asked Echizen Ryoma what it was like to be in love.

At that moment, what came to mind was all about Atobe Himezuki that day.

She hugged, kissed, and exchanged rings.

She smiled like a flower and walked along the long road holding other people's arms, wearing a white dress, dragging the skirt that stretched to the ground, and said "I am willing" to others.

That was the girl he had liked all his youth.

What's the taste.

That is, if he could start over from the beginning, he didn't want her to be the second lady of the Atobe Zaibatsu.

in case.

She's just Atobe Himezuki.

In that case, just fine.