[Net King] I really can't play tennis

Victory?

Yukimura frowned, unconsciously pinching his chin with his fingers.

As the minister, Seiichi Yukimura has the ambition and desire to win this team the national championship and achieve two consecutive championships. This desire can allow him to make concessions in other places...

Before Yukimura could think again, the phone on the desk suddenly rang.

Caller ID is a string of numbers without a name.

Yukimura frowned and pressed the answer button: "Hello?"

"Hey, Yukimura-kun~" The voice of the person on the other end of the phone made a joke, "How come you have finished training and returned home?"

"Mr. Dazai?" Yukimura was puzzled by the sudden call, and was also surprised by Dazai's words, "How do you know—" I've already arrived home?

Dazai Osamu chuckled twice: "This is an adult's secret."

Then the conversation changed to talk about Yukimura's previous entrustment to the detective agency, "But Yukimura-kun is too much. He knows that he has no clues, and he wants me to work hard."

"Mr. Dazai doesn't want to work? I thought you would be happy that I didn't give you the materials."

Of course Yukimura knew that he didn't give Dazai any clues except for the conversation that day, but now Dazai suddenly brought up this matter, which is really strange.

"I didn't want to work at first, but Kunikida-kun's ears are getting callused recently, so I will do it reluctantly." When Osamu Dazai said this, he paused obviously, "The time I can do in the future, Maybe not as much as now.”

"All in all, everyone can feel at ease if you finish it soon, right?" Osamu Dazai said pointedly, "Don't Yukimura-kun want to find the answer quickly?"

Yukimura naturally thought about it.

So he replied: "Tomorrow, I will send it to Mr. Dazai. But——Mr. Dazai, what did you mean when you said that time is running out?"

"Eh? Did I say that?" Osamu Dazai deliberately elongated his tone, pretending not to remember, "Seiichi Yukimura, did you hear me wrong?"

"Maybe, after all, Mr. Dazai's words are always unbelievable." Yukimura didn't get annoyed when he didn't get an answer, but said lightly, "I'm only interested in when I can get an answer to my commission."

The corners of Dazai Osamu's lips curled up slightly, "It depends on Yukimura-kun's progress, if you can remember quickly, I won't be needed!"

"However, the commission fee I paid cannot be wasted. It would be great if Mr. Dazai could answer my questions for me."

As usual, the two bickered meaninglessly, but neither of them gained the upper hand. At the end, both of their minds were buzzing.

In the end, Osamu Dazai was the first to call a timeout, "Okay, okay, it's getting late, kids, let's go to bed quickly."

"Isn't it Mr. Dazai who wants to sleep?" Yukimura didn't react, and still turned back.

However, Osamu Dazai was determined not to answer the conversation, and changed the subject: "By the way, the wine at the bar that Yukimura-kun went to today is really delicious, can you bring me some next time?"

"liquor?"

"Yeah, I'd love to drink another bottle of Romanee-Conti there."

"Mr. Dazai, minors are not allowed to buy alcohol." Yukimura was a little speechless.

What the hell is going on with these adults, one or two let minors buy alcohol!Are they all legal morons? !

"Okay..." Dazai Osamu's tone was infinitely regretful, "I originally wanted to count on Yukimura-kun to help me, but now it seems that I can't."

"It's useless to ask me about this kind of thing." Yukimura couldn't complain, "I'm not interested in red wine either."

"Eh? I saw Yukimura-kun appeared at the bar today, and I thought Yukimura-kun also has research on alcohol."

Before Yukimura could answer, there was a sudden noise from Osamu Dazai, which directly forced Yukimura to hold the receiver away so as not to shatter the eardrum.

However, when he took it back, Osamu Dazai had already hung up.

Sudden call and hang up suddenly, Yukimura stared at the string of unknown numbers with black lines in his mind.

Just as he was about to call back, another call came.

This time it's Sanada.

Yukimura picked it up: "Good evening, Sanada-kun."

"..." Still not used to Yukimura's honorifics, Sanada choked up, "Good evening, Yukimura."

"What's the matter so late?" Yukimura unconsciously took on a serious tone.

"Ah, I want to ask how you are doing today?" Sanada hesitated when he said this, "How is the person introduced by Mr. Mori...?"

Are you really worried about yourself?The worry in Yukimura's eyebrows and eyes disappeared, and his tone became much lighter: "Although the process was tortuous, the result is not bad. The coach has promised to teach me."

"Really? That's good." Sanada was also happy when he heard the news, "We will train hard, and the national competition is coming. Everyone will definitely achieve the goal of winning the national three consecutive championships!"

Yukimura felt a little cold for no reason when he heard Sanada's swearing words.

Is it a national three-in-a-row championship?

Yes, this is what Yukimura Seichi wanted most.

But why do you feel cold?Yukimura looked around and found that he forgot to close the window, so he hurried over to lock it.

"...Hey, Yukimura? Are you listening?"

Sanada's voice was a little unreal under the evening wind.

"Sorry, I went to close the window just now, Sanada-kun, what did you just say?" Yukimura asked close to the receiver.

Sanada realized that Yukimura was distracted just now, so he repeated again: "Tomorrow, the reporter from the monthly professional tennis magazine will come to the tennis club to interview and collect information. Do you... want to come forward?"

"If you don't want to come forward, we can reject this request. After all, you have just recovered from a serious illness. Don't be too tired. This is not conducive to your body's recovery."

Sanada deliberated to finish his words, but after he finished, he felt that he was stupid and didn't explain clearly, and wanted to take back his preface, but he didn't expect that Yukimura had already answered him first.

"It's okay, you don't have to worry so much. My body is already healed, otherwise how would I start training?" Yukimura felt that Sanada and the others were too worried, "I'm not a porcelain doll, it will shatter when touched. "

Sanada couldn't speak for a moment.

That's what Yukimura said when he caught colds and concealed his illness.They didn't pay much attention to it, and it turned out.

Unexpectedly, Yukimura fainted on the way back to school, and was immediately sent to the hospital, where he stayed for more than half a year, even to the point of requiring surgery.

But Sanada was very clear about his own stubborn character, knowing that if he stopped, Yukimura might get angry, so he didn't say any more.

"Okay, I see." Sanada responded, and then told Yukimura the second purpose of the phone call tonight, "By the way, the final exam will be in a few days, Lianji said it will be tomorrow. Start tutoring, Yukimura, prepare yourself."

"..."

Yukimura was stunned for a moment, many things happened these days, causing him to completely forget that he still needs to study homework!

He quickly pressed down on the phone and stopped Sanada from hanging up: "Tomorrow?! Is it too soon? I'm not ready yet."

"Yukimura, didn't you just say that your body is completely fine?" Sanada was suspicious, but still explained: "If it's homework, since you haven't forgotten all of it, there should be no problem. The tutoring is just checking for omissions and filling in the gaps." That's all, don't worry! We won't let you fail the exam with us."

After Sanada finished speaking, he said good night and hung up the phone.

And Yukimura, who was just told to make up lessons, was no longer in the mood to think about whether he likes tennis or not, and completely started to go crazy.

How is he going to complete the entire middle school curriculum in one night? !

Fifth day of playing tennis

The hour hand on the wall turned from eight o'clock to eleven o'clock unknowingly, Yukimura sat at the desk and stared intently at the thing in front of him.

There are textbooks and notes of various subjects laid out on the desktop, and he is sticking his chin with a pen, trying to retrieve the knowledge he learned back then.

However, even though he worked so hard, his mind was still empty, and he didn't remember learning this knowledge point at all.

As the night deepened, sleepiness continued to strike, Yukimura yawned, his eyelids drooped, his head nodded, and then he woke up with a start and forced himself to read on.

It is a little bit to be able to read a little bit, pick up the important ones first, and deal with tomorrow's tutoring.As for the next exam, let's talk about it later.

Yukimura finally lay down on the bed before twelve o'clock with his eyes dim.He can't last too long, and he has to attend training at seven o'clock tomorrow morning.

By the way, there are also interviews and materials.

Thinking about it this way, there are so many things.

I really don't know how Yukimura Seichi used to balance his studies and club work, but he is at least a little better than himself, so he doesn't need to cram, just be serious in class.

Unexpectedly, when I was in my twenties, I was still learning what I was 15 years old. Yukimura gave a wry smile, and the more he lived, the more he went back.

The tired body issued a warning, his eyes closed involuntarily, and Yukimura fell into a deep sleep.

……

"Yukimura...sorry! Next time we will definitely avenge our shame in the national competition and win the competition—"

The familiar voice is Sanada Genichiro-kun.

"Sorry, can you please go back first?"

Who was the person talking to Sanada...?The tone of this person is so familiar?

"Enough is enough, next time, next time, I don't want to hear the next time!"

Why, is this person so sad?

Everyone from the tennis club was waiting outside the door. Sanada was kicked out, and the others were standing or squatting, with strange expressions on their faces.