[Net King] I really can't play tennis

The magic box took out all the notes.

After spreading out one by one, Yukimura realized that it had already been sorted out.

From Seiichi Yukimura, who started playing tennis at the age of four, to becoming the head of the Tennis Department of Rikkai University, there are self-reflection notes every time.

Of course, the handwriting at the beginning was round and round, and the tone could be seen as the childish words of a child.

"The coach has taught me how to serve for a long time, but I still missed the ball when I served today. It's so embarrassing. Everyone gradually learned..."

"Today, I signed up for the doubles match with Sanada Genichiro-kun, and I was very happy when training together! But there are still many shortcomings..."

"I won the game!! I won the last fight, and I was planning to give up, but I was encouraged by Genichiro-kun and won... I can't give up the victory until the last moment..."

Yukimura flipped through the pictures one by one, and gradually understood Yukimura Seiichi in his heart.

Just as he was passing through elementary school and was about to transition to middle school, there was a noise outside the window, and a black head popped in after a while, greeting him.

"Hey, Yukimura-kun, are you still up so late?"

Osamu Dazai's voice lowered a lot, but he couldn't hide his surprise, and it turned into ridicule in an instant: "Yukimura-kun, you won't grow tall if you go on like this!"

"Don't worry about it, my height of 175cm is already higher than the average level of Japanese men." Yukimura put the things in his hand into the bag, and glanced at the clock casually, "Mr. Dazai came back so early today, I am really surprised It's like your style."

"Because I can't make Yukimura-kun too lonely." Osamu Dazai said with a smile, "How about it, what kind of good things did the people who came to visit today bring so that Yukimura-kun you are still looking at it so late."

"It's nothing, it's just something about 'my past'." Yukimura replied lightly.

Osamu Dazai sensed something was wrong from his expression, what flashed just now was... Guilt?

Yukimura-kun is really dishonest.Osamu Dazai laughed secretly in his heart, and said calmly, "Eh? Really? So, did Yukimura-kun remember anything?"

"It's a pity, not at all." Yukimura shrugged, his eyes turned slightly, "It's getting late, let's go to bed early."

Osamu Dazai stopped him from continuing to lie down and pulled his quilt.

"Yukimura-kun, don't you think you can't remember it for the rest of your life? It must be hard to lose your memory, right?"

It doesn't matter to me at all, anyway, I am not the real Yukimura Seichi.Yukimura had these words in his heart, but he couldn't let other people know about it.

At the moment when he was dazed, Osamu Dazai suddenly smiled, reached out and took out something from the pocket of the windbreaker, and handed it to him.

"Give."

Yukimura raised his head in confusion, "What is this?"

"My business card." Osamu Dazai stuffed the crumpled piece of paper into Yukimura's hand, "If you want to restore your memory, come to this address."

Osamu Dazai approached as he spoke, and finally leaned into Yukimura's ear: "No matter what you want to do, I believe the Armed Detective Agency will serve you."

Hearing this, Yukimura couldn't help raising his eyebrows: "It turns out that Mr. Dazai, you are not a vagrant, and you actually have a formal job. It's really surprising."

"Well, anyway, I'm an adult too, it's too much to say that!"

"An adult who was beaten into the hospital?"

"That's better than a kid who doesn't even know who he is!"

"I don't have amnesia to that extent! It's just a part of it. Mr. Dazai is the one who has amnesia!"

"What did Yukimura-kun say, I can't hear you!"

Osamu Dazai began to pretend to be stupid, trying to get away with it, but Yukimura's next words made him want to get under the covers.

"I said—" Yukimura suddenly paused, "Thank you, Mr. Dazai!"

This person suddenly played cards out of common sense, and Osamu Dazai retreated into his bed in an instant, his eyes closed tightly, and he made the sound of snoring that he would only have after a deep sleep.

A series of movements flowed like clouds and flowing water, and by the time Yukimura realized it, the person opposite had turned around and stopped looking at him.

what is this?

Who doesn't even say thank you?

Yukimura laughed, thinking of Dazai Osamu's usual venomous tongue and looking at him now, is he someone who is kind to others and can't face him?

I secretly thought of playing tricks in my heart, what would happen if I kept saying such things to Mr. Dazai, it must be very interesting, right?

Yukimura tilted his head and looked at the person on the opposite bed, his eyes swept over his bare arm, which still had a little scar remaining.

Forget it, forget it tonight.

It's the same until tomorrow morning.

however--

"Good morning, Yukimura-kun."

The nurse came in with a tray, placed the medicines on the head of the bed, and began to tidy up the opposite bed.

"Wait a minute, Ms. Hayata, Mr. Tsushima just went out." Yukimura quickly stopped her when she watched the nurse pull out the name card on the bedside.

"Huh?" Nurse Hayata was a little puzzled, "But Mr. Tsushima has already completed the discharge procedures at six o'clock this morning, and left a long time ago!"

Yukimura was stunned. Is it true what Osamu Dazai said yesterday that he will be discharged tomorrow?How can it be so fast?

"Mr. Tsushima was temporarily sent here for treatment. Now that he is healed, he will be discharged from the hospital. So is Yukimura-kun. Everyone should get well soon!" Seeing Yukimura's slightly lonely expression, the nurse said He comforted, "I wish you could leave the hospital soon!"

Yukimura restrained his expression, and nodded with a smile as usual: "Thank you Miss Hayata, I will get better soon."

That's right, now is not the time to worry about the whereabouts of Osamu Dazai.

My own affairs are still in a mess. There are a lot of things waiting for me to complete the national competition, Yukimura Seiichi, tennis practice, and homework.

Yukimura lifted the quilt and prepared to get out of bed.

His fingers touched the cabinet inadvertently, and a piece of white and wrinkled paper came into view.

It is Osamu Dazai's business card.

Yukimura paused, and held the business card in his hand, so that no one else would notice.

……

three days later.

Yukimura, who had just been discharged from the hospital, was quite uncomfortable with the long tram bumps. He supported the wall next to him as soon as he got off the train to relieve the discomfort in his stomach.

This time he was discharged from the hospital by the doctor, and he did not inform anyone in the tennis department.

His luggage was packed and sent home early in the morning, and his parents would pack it for him, but he needed to come to Yokohama to find someone.

Yukimura unconsciously touched the paper in his pocket to make sure it was still there.Osamu Dazai once said before leaving that any armed detective agency would help him.

But now he does have a very urgent matter that needs to be solved, and he needs others to help.

Walking along Chuo Avenue for a while, the bustling shops on the street made Yukimura feel like a world away.

It seems that it is difficult to see such a scene since being hospitalized.No matter in this world or the original world, there are too few people who can get in touch with people after getting sick, and there are few memories of walking in the crowd like this smoothly.

The long-lost joy filled Yukimura's heart, and a bright smile appeared on his face involuntarily.

The good mood along the way has continued until today's destination.

On the second floor of a building made of red brick walls, the LED light board reads "Armed Detective Agency" in large characters, and the door below is opened on the side.

Yukimura confirmed the address with the people in the coffee shop, pressed the elevator, and walked to the door of the Armed Detective Agency.

"Dazai, you bastard, why are you being lazy again—" the high-pitched male voice was scolding Dazai loudly, "Hurry up and go to work!"

"No ~ Kunikida-kun~" followed by Osamu Dazai's unflattering tone, "I'm so tired these days, I've been overworked for a long time!"

Sure enough.

Yukimura smiled when he heard the voice, and knocked on the door.

Kunikida, who was still holding on to Osamu Dazai's collar, was taken aback for a moment, but the person next to him had already rushed over and opened the door.

Everyone in the Armed Detective Agency is a little strange. Today is the first day of their reopening. Who would come to visit by such a coincidence?

Yukimura stepped in with the eyes of other people, glanced slightly at everyone, and then looked at Osamu Dazai who was still trying to avoid work with his eyes closed.

"Long time no see, Dazai-san."

At this moment, the others were really stunned.

"Dazai, you don't even let the minors go?" Kunikida tightened his relaxed hand in an instant, and yelled at Dazai again, "You are a beast in clothes!"

Yukimura looks like he is still a student, and he is wearing regular clothes at this time, and he has been sick for a long time, and looks so weak that he looks indistinguishable from male and female.

This naturally misunderstood Kunikida.

"Mr. Kunikida, let go! Mr. Dazai is about to be strangled to death by you!" The white-haired boy hurriedly stopped him, "Mr. Dazai, explain quickly!"

Osamu Dazai was a little short of breath, but he didn't intend to explain, he just coughed halfway.

The scene was a bit chaotic for a while.

At this moment, the person sitting on the chair in the middle suddenly said, "Kunikida, let Dazai go."

"Mr. Ranpo?" Kunikida finally took his hand off Dazai's neck after hearing this.

The man dressed like a detective on TV narrowed his eyes, pointed at Yukimura and said to Kunikida, "He's a boy, you misread it!"

At this moment, Yukimura spoke slowly.

"Hello, my name is Yukimura Seiichi."

No.12 days when you can't play tennis

Now, Kunikida Doppo completely believed what Ranpo said, Yukimura Seichi was really a boy.

"Dazai! You bastard!" Kuniki