[Net King] I really can't play tennis

It's okay, don't look at me like this, my vitality is very tenacious! Osamu Dazai stopped laughing, "After all, the person who can't die by suicide is talking about me!" "

suicide?

It was only then that Yukimura realized that there were more than one old scars on the bandage-wrapped arms and the edge of the neck, and his whole body was completely wounded.

"Mr. Tsushima, don't die here. It would be bad if someone misunderstands that I did it!" Yukimura ignored him, turned and returned to his bed, "Good night."

Osamu Dazai looked at his half-protruded head, held his chin and said, "Yukimura-kun, you really don't look like a teenager!"

Yukimura's heart tightened, and his face was as if nothing had happened: "Why do you say that?"

"Your reaction is too calm." Osamu Dazai said in a soft tone as if he was talking about the weather, "You know that I am not a good person, but you still help me hide it, and even brought up the topic of suicide. It is an ordinary teenager's psychology. Are they all so powerful?"

Without waiting for Yukimura to answer, he denied it again to himself: "No, that's not the case. With pure psychological strength, an ordinary teenager would also express various emotions of curiosity, worry, and fear, but I can see that Yukimura-kun's expression is not pretending to be calm, so you are not interested in my affairs. If you think about it this way, it's not impossible."

"But, that's what makes it weird."

Osamu Dazai's tone suddenly became sweeter, and he continued in a tone like treating a lover: "A young man from a wealthy family, whose smooth life was suddenly knocked down by illness, has now crawled back from hell, and after coexisting joy and sadness, he has no desire to win. heart and fighting spirit."

"For a former head of the tennis club, this seems abnormal. Right, Yukimura-kun."

After listening to his words quietly, Yukimura suddenly smiled: "Mr. Tsushima really knows me very well, so you don't know about my illness, right? I don't remember anything. I don't have any interest in these things. Is it normal?"

Dazai Osamu smiled happier than him: "Only people who are poked at their weak point will talk like this. Don't make excuses too obvious, Yukimura-kun. But, you are finally looking like a child!"

"..."

Totally unable to say anything about this person, Yukimura decided to avoid the edge for the time being, turned around and ignored Osamu Dazai.

"Yukimura-kun~ let's talk~"

Dazai Osamu's devilish voice entered his ears, disturbing Yukimura so that he couldn't sleep peacefully, so he could only sit up and look at him: "Mr. Tsushima, what exactly are you trying to say?"

"Well... why don't you talk about your illness? I mean your amnesia."

Yukimura wrapped himself in a quilt, raised the pillow and leaned against it, and glanced at the other party: "There is nothing to talk about, right? I think it would be better to talk about why you are here, Mr. Tsushima!"

"Then, how about we come to play and you ask me to answer?" Osamu Dazai clapped his hands happily, "Young Village-kun is a child, so let's ask questions first!"

This kind of preferential treatment really makes people unhappy, Yukimura is a little silent.

I don't want to play with this person at all, but if I don't follow him, it seems that I won't be able to sleep tonight, and I will be tossed until dawn.

"...Then start with the name?"

"No problem! My name is Dazai Osamu, and Tsushima Shuji is my original name. Where is Yukimura-kun's name?"

"Yukimura Seiichi. Tsushima, no, how old is Mr. Dazai?"

"22 is old."

……

As a result, in the end, the person who first proposed to play the game couldn't hold back and fell asleep on the quilt.

Yukimura also had dim eyes, curled up under the blanket and slept until dawn.

Even after the boring questioning and answering that night, the relationship between the two seems to have not changed, but Yukimura is now used to this person's occasional nervousness.

"Yukimura-kun~"

Mr. Tsushima drew out the end tune, and called Yukimura's name in a gentle and ups and downs, with an unpredictable smile on his face.

"What's the matter? Mr. Tsushima." Yukimura smiled back.

Yukimura had roughly figured out the strange character of Mr. Shuji Tsushima, and when he heard this tone of voice, he knew that nothing good was going to happen.

"I kind of want to drink coffee today!" Osamu Dazai propped his chin, and then clapped his palms together suddenly, "It's decided, let's sneak out to drink coffee today!"

Yukimura turned over a page of the album in his hand, without raising his head, he said: "Oh, I wish you a good journey."

"Hey——Yukimura-kun, you are so indifferent, no matter what, the two of us have lived together for two days, how can this be?"

"If you didn't climb the window every night to come back, I would be very happy to have a cohabitant like you." Yukimura looked up at him, and then closed the album with force, "Now, you want me to help you escape Bar?"

"Bingo!" Osamu Dazai snapped his fingers, "Yukimura-kun is so smart, who told the nurse to keep me under strict supervision, and I have to find another way to get out! It would be great if Yukimura-kun is willing to help But that's all!"

Yukimura sighed slightly and said nothing more.

He opened the door and walked out. Not long after, he returned to the ward and informed Osamu Dazai: "Miss Nurse got today's duty list, and I just went to get medicine during the lunch break."

"Yoshi Yoshi, what a good boy." Osamu Dazai reached out and rubbed Yukimura's head as a reward.

"Don't say such compliments," Yukimura tilted his head to avoid the claws, "It's all because of Mr. Dazai that you always behave like this, so you can't get better all the time!"

"That's hard to say, maybe I'll be discharged from the hospital tomorrow." Dazai withdrew his hand and put it in the pocket of his trench coat, shrugging.

Yukimura was slightly startled, and the corners of his lips twitched: "Then I wish Mr. Dazai your dreams come true."

"However, I will be very lonely without Yukimura-kun! Don't worry, I will visit you often even after being discharged from the hospital!"

"This kind of treatment is still exempted. I don't want to stay up late every day."

"Hey -- what a rude word, Yukimura-kun! I'm also someone who visits patients well!"

"Sorry, I really didn't see this point. Mr. Dazai should have more time to be visited!" Yukimura's tone was not apologetic, and then changed the subject, "Ah! It's almost time, now I'm going to I've got the medicine. Dazai-san, let's go quickly."

Osamu Dazai was pushed back, he was not angry for a while, he just pouted dissatisfiedly and complained: "Kun Yukimura, you are so uncutable!"

Yukimura automatically blocked his words, sent the nurse away, and watched Osamu Dazai leave the hospital.

According to previous arrangements, Yukimura would choose to practice in the rehabilitation training room, but he didn't want to go today.

The boring question and answer with Osamu Dazai before, although the two ended up sleeping to death, but when he unintentionally answered Osamu Dazai's question, he discovered something.

Now he wants to prove it.

After getting the medicine, he turned and went back to the ward, found the familiar sketchbook from the bedside cabinet, picked up a pen and began to trace the picture book he had been looking at just now.

Yukimura's hands trembled a little after he hadn't picked up the paintbrush for a long time.

As the tracing time increased, his posture with the pen became more skillful, and his movements became more stable. After a while, a familiar figure appeared on the paper.

It's Renoir's little Irene.

This is Yukimura Seiichi's favorite painting.

It is also Yukimura's favorite painting.

What he was flipping through just now was Renoir's picture album, which was a birthday present from a friend in this world.

Even if I can use a parallel world to explain my hobbies, even if I can't hold a pencil steadily because of illness, and my fingers are weak because of illness, I can still see the stroke and direction of the brush clearly, which is very similar to my previous paintings.

So--

You can't even have the same habits, can you?

Yukimura turned the sketchbook forward, and the same sketch of little Irene appeared in front of him. The bottom right corner of the paper was not Yukimura Seichi's name, but an artistic font.

Capital "S".

Yukimura, who once wanted to make a name for himself in the painting world, also used the same signature.

Before Yukimura could figure out the reason, there was a knock on the door.

Not surprisingly, who else would come to visit besides the group of people from the tennis club?

Thinking about it this way, Yukimura Seiichi's life is full of tennis shadows everywhere.

This is completely different from me. After all, I chose painting and walked on another path.

Yukimura tore off the two pieces of paper, quickly threw the notebook into the bedside table, and then slowly said, "Please come in."

Tenth day without playing tennis

The people who came in were indeed Sanada and the others.

"Yukimura, we're here to see you!"

As soon as he entered, Genichiro Sanada nodded to Yukimura first, followed by Bunta Marui, Akaya Kirihara, Masaharu Nio, and Hiroshi Yagyu stepped into the door. Yanagi Renji and Jack Kuwahara were the last.

"Today's off-campus training appointment is in Tokyo, just after the competition, I just came to see you." Sanada saw that Yukimura was a little puzzled, and then explained, "I haven't forgotten the training in the past few days, and we will do our best to prepare for the national competition! "

A smile appeared on Yukimura's face, and he nodded slightly: "Actually, it's okay if you don't use it, and I can almost be discharged from the hospital in a few days."

"Is it so fast?" Everyone was a little surprised, their eyes fixed on Yukimura.

Has he recovered to this level in less than two weeks after his surgery?

After a long while, Marui asked again, "Yukimura, you didn't force yourself, did you? It won't affect you if you leave the hospital so soon, right?"

"It's okay, my muscles have recovered well recently, and it's no problem for me to walk long distances now.