[Net King] I really can't play tennis

A professional tennis player.

Painting or tennis.

Yukimura, standing at the fork in the road, had no choice but to make another choice.

Seeing his hesitation, the system's tone suddenly became clear: "Is that so? I see."

The book turned a new page, facing Yukimura: "Then, I will give you another chance!"

Immediately, the light on the book grew brighter, covering Yukimura's whole body in it, and he said softly, "Go to sleep, go to sleep."

What?Before Yukimura had time to think about what the words meant, his eyelids had already started to fight, and his head had started to feel heavy.

He fell into a deep sleep.

……

Tokyo.

Jinjing General Hospital.

All the main candidates of the Lihai University Tennis Club are waiting at the information desk. They are the director who just finished surgery two days ago - Seiichi Yukimura.

By the way, I will report the results of this Kanto contest.

"What a coincidence that you guys came here. Yukimura-kun woke up not long ago. Although visits are allowed, you can't stay for long!" The nurse smiled and said, "Go quickly."

Genichiro Sanada and the others couldn't help but get excited when they heard this.

This was the first time they were allowed to visit Yukimura after the operation, because the time of the final of the Kanto Competition and the operation collided, and they were unable to meet Yukimura before he entered the operating room.

Hearing the news that Yukimura's operation was successful, he was unable to visit him immediately because he needed to rest and recover after the operation.

Fortunately, Yukimura woke up today.

When they entered the ward with anticipation and joy, Sanada and the others greeted the person on the bed: "Yukimura, we came to see you! And you brought the winning trophy from the Kanto Competition!"

but--

"Sorry, who are you?" Yukimura sat on the bed and looked at the person who entered his room with a completely strange look, "Do you know me?"

The air suddenly fell silent.

Sanada and the others were stunned when they heard this. Shock and astonishment intertwined, and finally they could only say: "Xing, Yukimura?! You, what are you talking about?!"

Sanada's eyes widened; Liu couldn't help taking a step back; Marui and Kirihara let go of the hands on their shoulders, one looked dull and the other didn't even know that the bubble gum had burst and stuck to his face; Yagyu's The glasses slowly slipped from the bridge of the nose as if they were crooked; Nioh, who has always been quite courageous, also opened his mouth wide in disbelief.

Only Kuwahara, who was at the back, held on to the door so that he didn't fall to the ground because of these words.

And Yukimura, who was sitting on the hospital bed, had a smile in his eyes, taking in everyone's expressions, and a cunning flashed across his lips.

Then he thumped as if he couldn't hold back, laughed loudly, and blinked at everyone: "I lied to you!"

The stagnant atmosphere in the air flowed again, and everyone showed a look of fear.

"Yukimura, don't be so scary even if it's a joke!"

"Yeah, yeah, I really thought you didn't remember us when you said something like that all of a sudden!"

"Jingshi...don't make such a joke."

"The 'Son of God' joke is meant to scare people to death! My heart is still beating!"

After everyone patted their chests in fear, they began to tactfully condemn Yukimura's joke just now.

"Because—" Yukimura frowned, "I want to see everyone's funny expressions."

Sanada was very helpless to Xiao Shuran's bad taste: "Then you don't have to scare us with amnesia!"

"That's right!" The others also nodded.

Yukimura smiled, "Because I had a dream before I woke up. I dreamed that I lost my memory. I just wanted to see if your reaction was the same as in the dream."

"Did you lose your memory in the dream?" Sanada laughed.

"Eh? What kind of dream is it?" Kirihara became curious, "What happened in Minister Yukimura's dream?"

"Hmm... I can't remember clearly." Yukimura tried to think back, "However, I remember that I didn't seem to know how to play tennis in my dream, but I somehow learned tennis in the end, and then won the national championship with everyone. Contest!"

Speaking of this, Yukimura couldn't help laughing, "All in all, it was a good dream."

But now, the victory of the Kanto Contest has been achieved, and the dream of the national three consecutive championships is close at hand.

I don't have amnesia, and there is no need to learn tennis again, and my body will recover completely in a month.

Everything is different from the dream.

……

"It's not an important task, why do you have to ask me to come over with you to check?"

The speaker is wearing his signature three-piece suit, and a hat of the same color covers half of his face. The orange hair hidden in the hat and hanging on one side is faintly visible.

It is the gravity of PM - Nakahara Chuya.

"That's what I want to say too. It's clear that this matter is over, why do you want me and Chuya to finish it off!"

The other person's voice was also extremely familiar, with strong protest, "Besides, this matter is clearly your PM's intention to get involved!"

"Bastard Dazai, if it wasn't because you were arrested, would we still need to think of this way to help your armed detective agency get away with it?" Zhongya Nakahara gave Dazai who was pretending to be nonchalant, angrily. where to come.

Dazai, who was taught a lesson, didn't feel any guilt at all, "I didn't ask you to find a book, and there is more than one way to get rid of the crime. It's all because you are too stupid to think of finding another book page." to rewrite the method."

"If you have a way, then you would have said it at the time! What are you talking about now!"

"Obviously I should tell Zhongye, I told you all, what can you do if you can't understand me?"

Osamu Dazai spread his hands, his helpless expression made Nakahara Chuya itch with anger.

The two walked noisy all the way, and they didn't know when they had arrived at their destination.

The two finally stopped their meaningless quarrel, found a seat and sat down quietly.

At the moment, they are in the auditorium of Australia's Laura DeVore Center Stadium, watching the matchup between the old and new generations at close range.

Seiichi Yukimura, who is only 16 years old, and Novak Djokovic, who is nearly 35 years old.

One is a young player who broke into the final of the Australian Open for the first time, and the other is the last Grand Slam winner who has been famous for a long time and is currently ranked No. [-] in the world.

Everyone waited with bated breath.

Both sides are seeing each other, you come and I go and refuse to give in to each other.

It took five hours for this game to completely decide the winner.

With Djokovic pulling the ball backhand from the bottom line, Yukimura withstood the pressure and took the initiative to attack. He led the opponent forward with a beautiful small ball in front of the net, and then pulled back with a backhand.

The return ball hit the bounds amidst the cheers, and Yukimura held up the kissing racket ecstatically, in contrast to the disappointed look on the other side.

At the awards ceremony, Yukimura, who took over the microphone, heard the host ask: "Sukimura, do you have anything to say to the audience present? Or who is the person you want to thank the most?"

Yukimura was holding the trophy in his hands, and he couldn't even hold the heavy Norman Brooks Challenge Cup.

He thought that the same was true for the national competition banner he was holding high that year. Fortunately, everyone in the tennis club was there to help.

Probably because he was in a trance for a long time, the host urged him in a low voice, and Yukimura smiled and expressed his apology.

Then he approached the microphone, looked towards the camera while holding the trophy, and said: "There are many people I want to thank, my parents, my fans, my coach, and my agent. Not today's grades. But—"

"I would like to thank my teammates the most. Without you, Seiichi Yukimura would not be where he is today!"

Immediately after the awards ceremony was an autograph session specially arranged by the agent.

Probably because of winning the ball, Yukimura is also in a good mood, as long as every signed ball is handed over, he will come and refuse.

until--

"Seiichi Yukimura, can you sign me?" The bandage-wrapped hand was handed over, and the man in front of him was wearing a camel-colored windbreaker and said with a smile, "I'm your fan!"

It's a familiar Japanese accent.

There was a strangely familiar feeling in Yukimura's heart, but he didn't have time to catch it, so he thanked casually in Japanese while signing: "It's hard work to watch the game from such a long distance! Thank you so much!"

"You're welcome!" The man took the ball back and turned to leave.

It took quite a while for Yukimura to realize: When ordinary fans say thank you to their idols, do they say you are welcome?

Osamu Dazai, who got the autograph, stuffed the tennis ball into his pocket, and waved to Nakahara who was waiting outside.

"The task is complete! The memory has also been cleared. You can go back and sleep well."

"Hey, Dazai! Really?" Nakahara also looked at him in disbelief.

"Of course. Could it be true what I said?!"

A corner of Dazai Osamu's camel trench coat was lifted in the night wind, and he looked back at the young man surrounded by the crowd.

Goodbye, Yukimura-kun.

May you have a brand new future.

past.

In September, the new semester will start.

But for the Lihai University Tennis Club, which has just finished the national competition and won the national championship three times in a row, things are far from that simple.

"Huh? Tutoring?!"

In the studio room, Qie's volume raised due to surprise almost lifted the ceiling.

"Wait, wait a minute! Seniors, haven't all the exams been over yet? Why do you need tutoring?!" Kirihara stammered a bit.

Yukimura, who was sitting at the top, propped his chin, and did not answer Kirihara's question directly, but looked at Liu beside him.