[Net King] I really can't play tennis

He opened one eye and looked in the direction of the sound, but his ears were buzzing, and he couldn't hear what they were saying at all.

The pain in the head also became more and more serious, and the whole person seemed to be submerged into the water with his head held down, and he was completely out of breath, and his breathing became short of breath.

Unconsciously, he tightly covered his throat with his hands, trying to breathe air, but his legs gradually became weak and almost fell to his knees.

"Yukimura! Yukimura! Cheer up!" Sanada grabbed Yukimura's arm with one hand to keep him from falling, while the other hand grabbed his shoulder to try to wake him up.

Liu also checked his physical condition and found that Yukimura was just a stress reaction, and there was nothing wrong with his body.

what happened?Didn't his memory come back?And this symptom——

"Wait a minute, this symptom..." Liu Sheng couldn't believe his eyes, gritted his teeth and said, "Isn't this a clinical manifestation of Guillain-Barre Syndrome?"

As soon as these words came out, Marui and the others were a little excited.

"what?!"

"Hasn't Yukimura recovered?"

"That is to say, the operation was not a success, we all know it, and there was no problem in the subsequent rehabilitation and re-examination!"

Echizen stood at the side in a daze, even though the words before the game could only be said to be normal trash talk time, he didn't think what he said was right.

"It's okay, it's just a stress reaction, not a real illness."

The medical team who arrived in time checked Yukimura's body again, and comforted him after confirming with the others.

"Then...can the game continue?" The referee also asked nervously.

Although under normal circumstances, athletes will not be asked to withdraw from the competition if they do not raise it, but this situation cannot remain deadlocked forever.

"Let's observe for 5 minutes first. If the condition improves later, there is probably no problem." The doctor said, "This situation is mainly due to the relatively strong psychological effect."

"That's good." Since the doctor said so, the referee let go, "Let's wait 5 minutes and talk about it."

During this period, Sanada and Liu were busy talking to Yukimura, and did not take into account what the referee and doctor had to say.

"Yukimura, it's okay! Breathe!"

"It's okay, take your time!"

After a while, Yukimura's breathing finally calmed down, but he still couldn't fully recover.

So the game had to be suspended for 5 minutes.

Yukimura only felt that he was being led to sit aside. Although his breathing recovered, his body was still aching and his limbs were weak.

The eyes were also blurred, and the ears couldn't hear what they were talking about.

My eyelids are getting heavier and my head is hurting more and more, I really want to just sleep like this.

It was as if someone was calling his name, but who could it be?

"Yukimura."

It's Sanada.

Yukimura smiled unconsciously, and wanted to respond to him like this, but he couldn't move, even opening his mouth felt very laborious.

why?A question appeared in Yukimura's mind unconsciously.

"Is today better?" Sanada was not discouraged when he didn't hear the answer, as if he was used to talking to himself, "Although the weather is sunny, it's a pity that I can't let you see it."

While talking, Sanada mentioned other people for some reason.

"Marui said today that he made a delicious cake and brought it here, and Kuwahara made it with him; as for Nioh, I don't know what he's doing recently, so he probably went to be lazy again. He often doesn't see people, and Chiya is the same, so let's go with him make trouble!"

Sanada sighed at this point, "Fortunately, Lianji and Yagyu are more reliable, otherwise I really don't know what to do."

"Everyone is fine, but I still can't get used to the days without you."

it's OK.

His tone became depressed all of a sudden, Yukimura really wanted to comfort him, but he could only speak silently in his heart.

Then he heard Sanada's choked words:

"When will you wake up? Yukimura...it's already the cherry blossom season..."

"Wake up, Yukimura!"

At this moment, Yukimura seemed to be followed by someone calling his name loudly, and the overlapping of the two voices was so deafening that it made people wake up instantly.

Yukimura was also woken up, and opened his eyes suddenly.

Sanada's familiar face appeared in front of him, but the situation just now was firmly imprinted in Yukimura's mind.

Looking around, I was still in the ARENA center court, and the game was not over yet.

Just now...was it a dream?

Yukimura breathed a sigh of relief, he was not lying on the hospital bed.

And Sanada would not be as depressed and helpless as in the dream, but calmly asked: "Yukimura, are you okay?"

"...It's all right. I'm sorry for worrying you." Yukimura also knew that he seemed to have a stress reaction after being hit by the ball just now, "but it's all right now."

And, Yukimura looked at his opponent.

The game is now the real start.

Day Six of Loving Tennis

Yukimura stood up from the coach's bench and signaled to the referee.

"Referee, the game can begin."

This is the third time he has left the position today.

The first time he left was Yukimura Seiichi who had been in contact with tennis briefly; the second time he left was Yukimura Seiichi who stood on the court and showed his true strength; I got it back.

At that time, in order to temporarily force Nakahara Chuya and Sakaguchi Ango back, he lied to them, and his memory was not fully recovered.

What he vaguely remembered was his first rebirth experience.

After he chose a painting path different from tennis, his Guillain-Barre syndrome began to recur again, and he could only watch helplessly as he was defeated by fate again.

During that time, Yukimura felt as if he had been abandoned by heaven.

When he loved tennis the most, God made a joke with himself, depriving Yukimura of the victory and healthy body he longed for; when he loved painting the most, he burned his last happiness and final hope.

Along with it, is Yukimura's heart.

The former Yukimura thought that standing on the field with a racket was announcing the victory of the game. The former Yukimura thought that he could shock the entire painting world with a single paintbrush.

But whether it was tennis or painting, in the end he couldn't choose either.

Fate ruthlessly sealed all his doors and windows, welded him to a bed called disease, and could not move.

In the last time of his life, everyone in the tennis club was by his side.Looking at Sanada's grown-up faces, Yukimura couldn't help recalling the dusty memories of tennis.

About that Kanto competition, about that national competition.

Such vivid memories really echoed in his mind, and the feelings that he thought had been diminished returned to his body again.

Yukimura looked at them hard, and asked involuntarily: "If, if we do it again, will we... still lose?"

Sanada and the others were all taken aback, unable to answer for a while.

They have been honed in the real world for too long, and they have lost the vigor of their youth, and they don't know whether to say the answer for a while.

Because they knew that what Yukimura wanted was not comforting words, but a definite answer.

But they will never be able to give Yukimura an answer.

When Yukimura closed his eyes, he couldn't hear their voices at all.

……

Maybe it was a sentence on the hospital bed at that time. When Yukimura woke up again, he found himself back in the room of Kanai General Hospital.

Although he only stayed in this hospital for a short period of one year, every corner of it is unforgettable.

The label next to the bed reads clearly:

Yukimura Seiichi, 14 years old.

Immediately after pushing the door open, Sanada and his team reported to him the results of the off-campus training.

While listening, Yukimura thought about it, and found that his time had completely flowed back to the eve of the Kanto Competition.

The final has not yet started, Li Haida is still preparing for the battle, the match between Bingdi and Qingxue has ended, and there is only one day left for the unexpectedly delayed match.

All of this has not yet started, and it is still too late.

Yukimura is searching for the memory of this Kanto tournament in his mind, but he finds that the time is too far away. After being away from tennis for more than ten years, he only remembers that he lost this tournament.

But I can't remember exactly why I lost.

He also couldn't bluntly say to Sanada and the others that they might lose this time, so he couldn't do things that would damage everyone's morale before the game.

So Yukimura could only ask side-by-side how the opponent's situation was, and asked how his preparations were and whether he could cope with this match.

Then he heard Sanada's swearing promise: "Yukimura, we will definitely hand over the banner of victory to you again!"

Then, Yukimura couldn't say anything anymore.

This time, of course, the result was the same as last time.

Li Haida, who lost the Kanto Contest with sixteen consecutive victories, still lost to Qingxue in the National Contest, and his dream of winning three consecutive championships in the country was still shattered.

But Yukimura did not end his dream just like that, he still woke up from the bed in Jinjing Hospital, it was still the eve of the final of the Kanto Competition, he still couldn't win the game, and he still couldn't let go of it for a long time.

It's like being caught in an infinite time loop.

Not without trying to change the ending, but each time without success.

He will always lose the tradition continued by his predecessors, and he will always lose the national competition finals that he has been thinking about.

Negative feelings accumulated step by step. Yukimura could see Sanada and the others every time he woke up, and then he could only look at the result of the game that he was powerless to change.

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