[Net King] I really can't play tennis

The other members know.

One is that it is not good for many people to spread rumors to other schools, and the other is that several people still remain skeptical about whether Yukimura really lost his memory.In order to avoid any bad rumors, everyone knowingly chose to keep silent.Kirihara Chiya was also given a restraining order in this matter.

Yukimura is still in the recovery period, and I believe that there will be no people who are so short-sighted to bother, Liu chose the method of hiding it for as long as possible.

It would be great if Yukimura could recover his memory during this time.

However, even if Liu Lian counted two thousand, she didn't count the consequences of waiting another day, and things would change even more.

Just at the moment of their meeting, far away in the ward in Tokyo.

Yukimura was watching the videotape left by Yanagi Renji with others.

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I thought I had resolved Brother Snail the night before, and when I went to the rehabilitation room in the morning, I didn't see any strange drinks on the bench.

Yukimura naturally put this matter behind him, but when he returned to the room after practice, he realized that he was a little wrong.

The red-haired curly-haired snail brother unexpectedly appeared in his ward!

After confirming that he did not go wrong, Yukimura slowly moved to the side of the bed, looked at someone who seemed to be in nowhere, and coughed slightly.

Then when the latter looked over, he reminded: "Senior, this seems to be my ward?"

"I know." Mao Li said with a smile, "So I came to visit you, Minister!"

Yukimura noticed that the bandages on his feet hadn't been removed, his heart moved, and he breathed a sigh of relief: "Then sit down first."

After they sat down, the atmosphere in the ward became awkward again.

We only met once, and we don't know the name of the other party. We only know that he is a senior. For a while, Yukimura didn't know whether to speak or not.

Fortunately, Maori was an acquaintance, sitting on the chair beside the bed, and handed the drink to Yukimura: "Here, today's portion!"

"Thank you."

After receiving it, Yukimura bowed his head and continued to struggle whether to say a few more words.

Would this be too indifferent?No, your attitude towards people you don't know should be fine!However, the senior has given me drinks several times, so it's not good for me to be so indifferent, right?

That's right, I don't even know what the other person's name is!

Just about to raise his head to ask, Yukimura was taken aback by Mouri's scorching gaze: "Senior? Why... look at me like this?"

Mao Li blinked, and burst into tears instantly: "Young Minister, your expression is so interesting, I can't help but look at it for a while."

It's been a long time since I saw Yukimura's expression like this, Mori thought melancholy, and the question that he couldn't ask clearly before also surfaced in his mind.

"Yukimura, do you really not remember anything?"

Seeing Yukimura's nod, Mouri drooped his head for a moment, and then cheered up again: "It's okay, let's get to know each other now!"

As he said that, he began to introduce himself: "My name is Mori Kosaburo, and I am currently studying in Group A of the first grade of Lihai University High School..."

Seeing that Mori's familiarity could no longer be restrained, Yukimura quickly interrupted him: "Senior Mori! It's ready!"

"Eh? Okay..."

"Speaking of which, why are you in the hospital, Mr. Mori?" In order to avoid embarrassment, Yukimura quickly changed the subject, "Is the injury on your foot still not healed? How did you get injured?"

Three questions in a row, each hit the nail on the head.

Mao Li's smile stopped, and he became depressed: "I haven't played against others, but I was injured... Ahhh, I'm so inferior!

"If I knew it, I wouldn't participate in the competition! It's too embarrassing to lose the competition now... I don't want to participate in training afterwards!

"Let's leave the tennis department too. Anyway, you will be promoted to the high school next year, so you don't have to worry about it! It will definitely continue—"

Mori's words stopped abruptly when he saw Yukimura's current expression.

Yukimura now... can't remember at all...

Although there is still a smile on his face, "I don't understand what you are talking about" is clearly written in his eyes.

Compared with himself who is still thinking of escaping from reality, Mao Li's conscience is a little aching:

As a senior, shouldn't he do something to help Yukimura?Giving up on tennis just because of a game is not an example for the younger generation!

"Ahaha, I was joking just now, Yukimura, don't take it to heart!" Maori pretended to be nonchalant and got over the topic, his eyes wandering.Obviously not telling the truth.

Suddenly he saw the video tape lying on the bedside table, and he had an idea in his mind: "Xingmura, why don't we watch the video together!"

"Video?" Yukimura also saw what Liu Renji left behind before, and nodded vaguely, "Yes."

He might not be able to understand tennis games by himself, and now it would be nice to have a Maori who understands the game as a commentator.

There is nothing to do next, just pass the time.

What Mouri thought was, maybe Yukimura could recall something after watching the game, so he could be regarded as doing a little bit of his senior's efforts!

With their own minds, the two stuffed the video tape into the machine and pressed the play button.

fifth day without tennis

"Is the opponent in the Kanto finals this time Qingxue? Ah, their previous best result was the top four in Kanto, and they have never entered the national competition. This competition will definitely end soon!"

"...Is that so?" Yukimura didn't know much about the difference in strength between the schools, but remembering Genichiro Sanada said last time that the game seemed to be played for five games, but it was difficult to say it to Maori, so he simply echoed it.

Mori was very caring, and briefly introduced his opponents to him: "Seigaku lost to the Ice Emperor Academy in the first two years, but they are not without strength, at least the minister Tezuka Kunimitsu is still very good."

Tezuka Kunimitsu?

Yukimura nodded thoughtfully, glanced at the screen, and found that even the auditorium was included in the video tape.Enthusiastic cheers sounded from behind the two schools, each chanting cheering slogans.

"However, I heard that Tezuka-kun's arm has relapsed due to the old injury in the match with Hyotei's Atobe-kun, and he is now absent." The camera happened to scan the players on Qinggaku's side, "Their strongest player should be It’s Bu Er Zhou Zhu, the one with the shorter stature.”

Yukimura followed Maori's gaze and was a little surprised: "Can I play tennis at this height? It looks less than 1.5 meters!"

"Eh?" Maori explained with some confusion, "It's not this person, it's the one next to him! The one who keeps squinting his eyes and laughing."

Just now Yukimura mistook the wrong person, mistakenly identified the first grader as Fuji Shusuke.

"..." Yukimura was slightly embarrassed, as if he had accidentally said something very impolite.

"Tennis is not just about height. The former American tennis star Harold Solomon is only 168cm, but that doesn't prevent him from entering the top five in the world.

"Just as tall players have tall players' styles of play, short players also have their own ways of winning. Don't underestimate your opponent just because of your height!"

Maori has a strong heart and heart, and Yukimura accepts it obediently.

"Ah, the competition has started!" Afraid that Mori would talk about it again, Yukimura quickly changed the subject.

It's rare to show the image of a senior in front of Yukimura. Mori is still very excited, and the explanation at the beginning is also very energetic.

However, as the video tape was played bit by bit, the voice of Maori's explanation became smaller and smaller, and then he gradually fell into deep thought.

At the same time, Yukimura next to him couldn't help but fell into thinking.

Is this really... the tennis (team) I know?No matter what, it won't be like this, will it? !

Mori looked at Yukimura's expression subconsciously, and found that he thought he had noticed something was wrong just like himself, but Yukimura's next sentence stopped Maori.

"Senior...is this how tennis matches used to be?"

Mori breathed a sigh of relief, Yukimura can't understand tennis now.But after thinking about it, he became dissatisfied with other people: the number one tennis team in the country almost lost in the Kanto competition, is this plausible? !

Sanada what the hell are they doing?

Seeing that Maori didn't answer for a long time, Yukimura thought that the senior had acquiesced, and his eyes became brighter: "This is the first time I watch a game. Tennis games are really interesting!"

Not to mention a series of wonderful operations such as the ball turning, not bouncing, and even bouncing back to your own field just seen, even cosplay on the field is allowed!

Is this a tennis match?I don't know why Yukimura's heart started beating wildly, as if he met someone he was destined for. Why didn't he find that tennis was so interesting before?

After hearing these words, Mouri couldn't help but feel relieved, with a look of relief on his face: "It's great that Yukimura thinks so!"

Yukimura, who can feel love while watching the game even if he loses his memory, Mouri is inexplicably inspired.

Compared with Yukimura's illness and amnesia, it's really unreasonable for me to think of giving up tennis because of a completely lost match!

Mori spurned himself in his heart, then grabbed Yukimura's hands, and said seriously: "Xukimura, I will never give up tennis! I promise!"

"Senior Mori!" Yukimura shook his hand back, looking forward to it: "I also want to see how senior plays!"

It will definitely be more interesting!Yukimura thought silently.

Hearing such words from the younger generation, Mao Li's sense of responsibility burst instantly, and he wished to show