[Net King] I really can't play tennis

I still have to borrow someone to play. "Ning Wang followed Xiao Xiao and complained, "The clothes have to be well designed. "

Well this.

Yukimura nodded his chin and chuckled: "Because I want to record more of everyone, so you can take it as my bad taste."

Sensing that there was something in Yukimura's words, everyone suddenly froze.

"This month is over and I'm leaving."

After thinking about too many ways to say goodbye, Yukimura chose the most straightforward one.

"Just after the Haiyuan Festival, go overseas."

just now.

The dazzling light dazzled people's eyes.

Yukimura finished the post-match interview and awards session, and when he walked from the player passage to the lounge, the excitement and joy in his heart had not completely dissipated.

Along the way, the staff were congratulating him on winning the Australian Open championship. He smiled at them and greeted his coach. When he saw the latter, he couldn't help speeding up his pace and then opened his arms.

The two hugged each other tightly.

"seiichi! seiichi! That's great! Really great!" The coach kept calling Yukimura's name, his tone excited, and even the strength in his hands increased a lot.

Yukimura was a little out of breath by his embrace, patted the coach on the back funnyly, and joked: "If you don't let go, you will only get the first champion who was hugged and killed!"

Hearing what he said, the coach immediately let him go, and his face that was still full of joy just now became stern, and he taught: "What are you talking about! It's just a trophy—" In the end, he still couldn't hold back With a smile, "Okay, okay, pack up and go back to the hotel."

By the time I left the Laura Laver venue, it was already one o'clock in the morning local time.

The physical exhaustion after the game was covered by the inner excitement. When sitting in the car, Yukimura rarely took out his mobile phone, instead of closing his eyes and resting his mind.

The news that popped up on the lock screen was the report about his championship just now. Yukimura selectively skipped it, first replied to his parents' message, then opened Line, and found the group chat that had been hidden behind his contacts.

There are only eight members in the group, including Yukimura himself.However, there are more than 900 chat records, and Yukimura reads them sentence by sentence from the beginning to the end:

——The game is about to start, don't tell me I'm not ready yet!

——Senior Marui!I was ready for it a long time ago. It happened to be a school event last year, and it was a pity that I could only watch the video later!Minister Yukimura must be preparing for it now!

——Wen Tai, you are too active, the TV station that broadcasts it is still broadcasting TV series.Really, if you win the broadcast rights, can't you release something useful in advance?

——Nioh-kun, although you say that, it doesn't seem convincing that you asked for leave two days in advance.

—— puri.Yagyu knew too much was not good.

——Speaking of which, what about Sanada and Liu, why aren't they talking?You won't miss it, right?

——Senichiro just left school and the distance to home will not be too far, and I just arrived home, as planned, in time.

--here we go.Just focus on it.

……

——Yukimura-kun is a little dangerous, the handling of this ball, the first slice gave the opponent a chance!

——It seems that the physical exertion is also quite large. Minister Yukimura called a timeout twice. Damn it, why is it so difficult!

——The opposite is the number one in the world, so it's normal.Yukimura must be more than we thought, but he was suppressed and beaten at the beginning, which was a bit ugly.

——Experience prevails.This is just the beginning, Jingshi still has a chance.

——Yukimura's opponents in the previous round were also ranked in the top ten, and they will fight one day later, and their physical strength may not have fully recovered yet.

——For the first time in the finals of a major competition, Yukimura seemed a lot more anxious than usual. The mistakes just now were all unforced errors, and he had more problems.

……

--Ah ah ah ah ah!Won!

- is the champion! ! ! !

— really won!

……

——Yukimura is about to accept the award!

——Ahhh, suddenly saying such a thing made my tears almost come out...

——Why do we feel so happy even though we didn’t do anything?

——Do you want to send a text message to Minister Yukimura, or wait until he is free tomorrow, I feel that he may not be busy right now.

——Stupid Akaya, can you wait for things like blessings? !

——[Screenshot] Already posted. Piyo!

——Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

This is the end of the chat history.

Yukimura rubbed his slightly sore eyes, continued to look down at the phone, and found everyone's blessings in a bunch of unknown text messages.

As expected, Nioh was the first to post, with his strong personal style as always, ending with a kawaii emoji.

Sanada and Yanagi probably struggled with the words for a long time before sending them, while Kuwabara and Yagyu's words were very short and would be quickly skipped if they didn't pay attention.But after thinking about it, maybe because of this, they all sympathized with Yukimura's hard work, and even specifically asked him not to go back.

As for Kirihara and Marui, both of them are long-winded.From what happened recently, to the topic that gradually drifted away, Marui still knew that Madoka would come back, and the principle was that he completely forgot the purpose of sending text messages. In the end, he wrote: Minister Yukimura, when will you have the offseason to come back?

Seeing this, Yukimura couldn't help laughing.

"What's the matter, Seiichi? What could be happier than getting the Brooks Challenge Cup?" The coach next to him looked at the student's smile and squeezed his eyes. "Did it come from a lover?"

Westerners are open, the coach is no stranger to this kind of thing, and he just told him not to delay the training and did not ask Yukimura not to fall in love.

Hearing what the coach said, the smile on Yukimura's face deepened a bit. He didn't tell the coach the truth, but said ambiguously: "So it's not impossible, maybe they can be regarded as lovers."

Yukimura smiled, and the joy in his body was almost overflowing.

Yukimura who wrote love letters to all tennis club members back then, and now Yukimura who received text messages after winning the Australian Open, overlapped at this moment.

"By the way, coach. Can we take a break in the middle of the upcoming schedule?" Yukimura remembered the business.

……

September.

The sweltering heat of summer has not completely dissipated, but Yukimura's mood has not been affected.

Returning to my hometown after a long absence, even the scorching sun is so lovely.

Fortunately, Japanese fans are much more reserved than foreign fans. They were only a little excited when they saw him, and shouted incoherently in a low voice: "Xing, Yukimura-kun!! Ah——!"

Afraid of the scene of being surrounded last time, Yukimura hurriedly made a silent gesture and winked at her: "Keep it secret!"

When he got out of the airport, Yukimura quickly got into the black car that he had booked long ago, and drove all the way to Kanagawa.

The first thing is to go home first. My parents and sister have been waiting for a long time.

The long-lost family met, Yukimura was hugged by Yukimura's mother as soon as he entered the house, "Welcome home, Seichi!"

Holding her thigh beside her was her younger sister who was already in the sixth grade of elementary school: "Welcome back! Brother!"

As for his taciturn father, his usually serious face also brought joy, and he nodded at him.

Yukimura patted his sister's head, then patted his mother's back, closed his eyes and said, "I'm back."

It has been more than two years since I went overseas. Although there were video calls during the period, they often had to be interrupted due to their busy schedules.

At this time, the Yukimura family sitting at the dining table had red faces. Apart from enjoying the delicious food, they also regained the feeling of intimacy within a few short hours.

When Yukimura was a little tired and wanted to go back to the room to rest, the younger sister still clamored for him to help check the homework, but the parents stopped her: "Brother is already tired, Yui, please be good!"

"By the way, Jingshi. I've cleaned up the room for you. How long will you stay this time?"

"Thank you, Mom. It will be about a week, but I will go to school tomorrow to have a look. I still have my student status. Let's visit the teachers and classmates along the way."

"Then, everyone in the tennis club, don't forget that Genichiro used to come to see us often."

"Well, I know!"

The purpose of coming back this time, apart from getting together with family members and finishing all kinds of chores in the school, another important purpose is to meet everyone in the tennis club.

So, before falling asleep, Yukimura specially opened the small group and dropped a big news——

——I'm back, let's get together when we have time.

The group that was still silent suddenly became lively.

——Yukimura? ! ! !

--Really? !when?

——Minister Yukimura? !

It's a pity that their news could not be seen by the person concerned, and they couldn't get a response, so they had to suppress the excitement in their hearts, tossing and turning in bed all night, having trouble falling asleep.

When Yukimura finally saw everyone the next day, he found that they had turned into giant pandas one by one.

Dark circles under the eyes are clearly visible.

"Does everyone like giant pandas so much?" Yukimura teased with a smile, "Now you can go out to cosplay without wearing a hood!"

Who is the culprit of all this!Everyone complained silently.

But the joy of meeting still overcomes the aggrieved heart, Kirihara exclaimed early in the morning: "Minister Yukimura, you are finally back! I thought you didn't even plan to come back!"

"How could it be?" Yukimura laughed at his words, "Even if it's open all year round, there must be a time to relax, let alone—"

Yukimura stretched his tail