[Net King] I really can't play tennis

question.As for exercise, as long as it is moderate, the doctor will not say anything! Yukimura dispelled everyone's worries, "What's more, even if I want to exercise now, I don't know how to do it!" "

That's right, even if Yukimura wants to play tennis, he doesn't even know the most basic swing and grip because he has no memory.

"Minister! Let me teach you!" Kirihara raised his hands high and squeezed in front of Yukimura, his eyes glowing, "I'll teach you how to play tennis!"

Since the plan to help Yukimura recover his memory was made yesterday, Kirihara has been extremely excited.

For the first time, and this is the first time it is my turn to teach others to play, rather than being taught by others.

Although Kirihara doesn't have any experience in teaching, he has inexplicable confidence that he can definitely teach the minister!

"Hey, Akaya, what nonsense are you talking about! It's not your turn to teach Yukimura!" Marui grabbed Kirihara by the collar and pulled him back, "Do you think the number one person in the school is who?"

Kirihara was at a loss for words for a moment.

The others heaved a long sigh. Isn't the number one in the school the person lying on the hospital bed in front of them?

After Marui blurted out, he also realized that he had said the wrong thing, and froze involuntarily.

"What's the matter?" Yukimura was a little puzzled, why everyone suddenly stopped talking, "What happened to the school ranking?"

"It's nothing, Yukimura." Sanada stepped forward to ease the embarrassment, "But the number one person in the school...is you."

Yukimura snorted, and smiled a little bigger: "Is that so? So I'm so good. Is it because of this reason that I became a minister?"

Seeing that Yukimura didn't seem to reject him, everyone felt relieved, and the atmosphere suddenly became relaxed and happy.

"That's right!" Kirihara became more courageous, "Minister, you are simply a monster. All games, whether on or off campus, ended 6-0, and there was no way for anyone to survive!"

"Stupid Akaya, can you speak?" Marui slapped the junior on the head angrily after hearing this, "Do you describe it like that?! Yukimura is a monster?"

"Yeah, our second grade is really worrying! Whether it's talking or taking exams, it's a headache!" Nioh also fanned the flames, "I didn't pass the English test last time, so I passed the make-up exam. Wire!"

Qieyuan blushed from being squeezed by the two, and yelled in dissatisfaction: "It's been so long, can't we not mention it?"

"That can't be done." This time it was Liu who interjected, "There will be exams before the national competition. There is no make-up exam this time, so the rest of the time is not only training, but also helping you with tutoring—" Liu said His gaze turned to Yukimura again, "Seiichi too, don't forget about homework."

Yukimura had no objection to this arrangement, so he nodded to show that he understood.Then with a slightly embarrassed tone: "I have completely forgotten all my knowledge, and I probably have to learn it from the beginning."

Yukimura, who is already an adult at heart, has already returned the knowledge of middle school to the teacher.What's more, the school he went to before was a specialized art school, and he really forgot all these things.

When Sanada came last time, he reluctantly used the excuse of amnesia to get past it. Now that he needs tutoring, he doesn't know what will go wrong.

Why don't you find time to read more books?

But it must not be discovered.

"It's okay," Yagyu was finally able to speak, "Kun Yukimura will catch up with the progress soon, so don't worry too much!"

Yukimura returned an unnatural smile.

He doesn't know the learning content of middle school students at all, so how can he catch up with the progress!

Nioh immediately answered: "Yes, if it really doesn't work, I'll take the exam instead of you!" He had wanted to become Yukimura for a long time, and maybe this exam would be a good opportunity.

"King Ren!"

Sanada gave him a warning look with dissatisfaction.

"But the exams for the third grade should be on the same day. This method won't work." Kuwahara thought about the feasibility seriously, "Unless someone handed in the exams in advance."

"That's true, but if your partner can hand in the test early, I can go to help Yukimura!" Nioh dragged Yagyu into the water by the way, and touched him with his shoulder, "Right?"

Seeing that the topic was getting more and more exaggerated, and he was ignoring the school rules and disciplines, Sanada, the chairman of the Ritsumi Disciplinary Committee, couldn't listen anymore.

"All of you study hard for me, don't think about cheating to pass the exam!!"

There was a moment of silence in the ward, and everyone else looked at Sanada with surprised eyes, as if saying, "We are just joking, Sanada, you are making too much of a fuss."

Stared at by such eyes, Sanada almost didn't raise his breath, feeling depressed in his heart.

"Sanada-kun is right. It's better to learn on your own." Yukimura answered in time and brought the topic into another direction. "Didn't you just say that you would teach me how to play? I'm looking forward to it!"

Mentioning this, the others involuntarily looked at each other.

To be honest, their respective playing styles are very different, and Yukimura's own style of play has long been fixed. If the teaching is wrong, Yukimura will be affected by them even if he remembers it. Therefore, it is really not their turn to teach.

However, the only person who can teach Yukimura is that person.

"Don't be so anxious, Jingichi. It's still too late to start learning tennis after you leave the hospital." Liu stepped forward and put the bag he had been carrying in his hand on the bedside. Bring all your things here, this time just make up for it."

A full bag looks heavy.

Yukimura was a little curious: "What is this?"

"Your previous practice materials." Liu opened his eyes and looked at Yukimura, "The videos, training, plans, and some game experience are all here."

As early as when he took over the tennis club, Yukimura seemed to be ready to change the daily training of the Rikkai Tennis Club.

Not only is it required to record the video of each game, but everyone is required to write about their experience watching the game. There must be a collective meeting every week to discuss game play and targeted training.

Unknowingly, it has accumulated so much.

Liu was also very surprised. The daily training intensity of each person was already very high, and even the regular candidates were all disgraced in the underground training ground.

Yukimura not only completes the training ahead of time every time, but also spends a lot of time in the guidance training of the tennis club members.

To be able to write down these self-reflection and self-training plans.

If it wasn't for this accidental amnesia, I would never have had the chance to notice that Yukimura was working so hard.

Liu Yishi felt extremely complicated.

"Are there so many?" Yukimura opened the bag, took a look and closed it again, showing a gentle smile, "Thank you for your hard work! It must be very heavy!"

It should be that we said that you have worked hard.Liu felt sour in his heart, but didn't show it on his face, he just hummed, "It's okay, this is what we should do."

"If Yukimura recovers as soon as possible, it would be worthwhile for us to bring you here if you think about it earlier." Marui blinked and said in a tone full of expectation: "Return to the team sooner!"

Yukimura touched the bag, as if he felt its weight, and felt the deep concern of this group of people.

However, his throat seemed to be blocked by cotton, and he could no longer speak a word.

No words at all, not even words of gratitude.

I'm not Yukimura Seiichi who plays tennis, nor your minister Yukimura Seiichi, so the memories you're trying to recall don't exist!

How can such a cruel truth be spoken in such eyes?

Yukimura could only remain silent.

Everyone in the tennis club thought he was tired and hurriedly said goodbye.

"It's almost time for us to go, Yukimura, rest well! As for these things—" Sanada said the final farewell on behalf of the others, "If you want to see it, it's okay if you don't want to, it's not particularly important .”

"Then we leave!"

The door was closed, and the footsteps of a group of people gradually faded away.

Yukimura's smile disappeared, and he fell down on the bed as if he had let go of his strength, covering his entire face with the back of his hands, so that people could not see his expression clearly.

Can it really replace Yukimura Seichi?Is it really possible to play the role of Yukimura Seiichi?

Is it really okay to sweep away all the past like floating dust, start everything in reverse gear, and then play around with everyone?

"Host? Are you okay?"

The system that hadn't come out of his mind for a long time seemed to be aware of his ups and downs, and spoke cautiously.

"Why, this kind of thing happened to me?" Yukimura's voice was low, "Isn't it strange?"

"What do you mean?" An imperceptible tension was concealed under the electronic voice of the system.

Yukimura took his hand away, looked at the snow-white ceiling, and said word by word: "Everything that happened these days is very strange."

No.11 days when you can't play tennis

After saying this, Yukimura didn't intend to explain to the system any more, turned over from the bed and walked out of the ward.

By the time he finished today's recovery training, it was already dark.

Back in the ward, Yukimura looked up at the time on the wall, guessing that Osamu Dazai would not be back until midnight tonight, and specially unlocked the window after taking a shower, so as not to have to get up to open the window for him.

After tidying up everything, Yukimura finally turned his attention to the kraft paper bag by the bed.

He hadn't had time to open the things that Liu and the others bothered to bring over.

He clearly knew that he should put this bag of things into the cabinet immediately, just like he put away Yukimura Seichi's things before.But Yukimura couldn't help but opened Pandora