[Net King] I really can't play tennis

"The next sentence was another merciless sarcasm, "You guys played too badly!" "

"What? I only quit the team for a year, and your level has plummeted to the point where you are about to lose the Kanto Tournament? The number one tennis club in the country almost lost its championship for 15 years. Are you too careless about this? Do you care about the trophy? Huh?"

"If I hadn't watched the videotape of the entire game, Lihai University's name was written on it, I would have thought it was a game played by some third-rate school!"

Mori's accusations were like a storm, and he confided repeatedly, without giving Sanada Genichiro and Yanagi Renji a chance to react.The two just bowed their heads and silently admitted that this Kanto competition was indeed their most abnormal game.

"Yukimura has amnesia now, that's right, it doesn't mean he won't see the tricks of this game in the future!" Maori warned, "Your attitude towards the game is not only an insult to the opponent but also to tennis!"

The weight of this sentence is too heavy.

Liu, who was listening to the training, suddenly opened his eyes and looked up at Mao Li: "Then, senior who has been skipping training, are you also insulting tennis?"

As if he had caught a counterattack point, Liu burst out all the emotions he had been holding back, "I never participated in the tennis club's training, and the seniors who have always been proud of escaping training even falsified the duration of extracurricular activities. Accusing us here?!"

For the resentment and anger that had accumulated in her heart for a long time, Liu was a little speechless, but the words had already been spoken and could not be taken back.

At the end, Liu slightly turned his head and said in a low voice, "Sorry, I lost my temper".

Sanada's pupils dilated slightly and looked unbelievable, while Mo Li, the person who was scolded, was calm as usual, and he let out an oh, indicating that he knew.Then he waved his hand nonchalantly: "It's okay, anyway, I'm not here today because of this matter."

The two who heard this glanced at each other, and both saw the confusion in each other's eyes.

"Didn't I say that I came here for Yukimura." Mao Li folded his hands on his chest, "Don't tell me that you haven't thought about helping Yukimura restore his memory?"

"However, now is not a good time." Sanada shook his head, his voice was difficult, "I visited Yukimura in the hospital before and mentioned this, but he told us to prepare for the national competition...so..."

Mao Li frowned, and couldn't help complaining: "Why didn't I see you listening to him so much during the game?" Seeing that the two of them looked like they had done something wrong, they said with disgust: "Your training tasks Heavy, don’t you have time on weekdays, don’t you have time on weekends?”

"Last time when I watched the game video with Yukimura, I found that he seemed to be very interested in the various tricks in the tennis game. If you let him experience it personally, maybe you can also stimulate him."

Seeing that the two people on the opposite side were hesitant to speak, Maori quickly raised his hand and made a stop gesture, "Don't tell me such nonsense that he can't stand stimulation, don't forget that he is Yukimura Seichi, even if he loses his memory , the brain may lie, but the heart does not."

"How much he loves tennis, only he knows!"

Liu is naturally 100% concerned about Yukimura's recovery of memory, and at the moment he is also on Mori's side, trying to persuade Sanada to surrender: "Senichiro, what do you think?"

"But the national competition..." Sanada was still hesitating, the two ends of the balance were constantly swinging, and emotions and reason were constantly pulling.

Suddenly, the door was pushed open with a bang, and the noisy sound instantly filled the room.

"Senior Marui, you are so heavy! You are crushing me!"

"Wen Tai, be careful!"

"Don't squeeze, be careful to be discovered by them!"

"My lord, this is really rude!"

"Ahhh-"

Unsurprisingly, the few people who were exposed in front of the three Maori showed embarrassment, and the eavesdropping was still discovered.

Sanada's face darkened for an instant, and Kirihara cut off the conversation before he could get angry.

"Deputy Minister, I have finished training today!" Kirihara cried pitifully.

Several other people followed the trend, saying that the training was over, we just heard it by accident, it was not intentional at all!

"You—" Sanada felt a severe headache.

"We will go all out for the national competition!" Marui walked up to Sanada and looked up at him, "The training will be completed meticulously, regardless of the outcome of this matter afterwards!"

"After all, we can only trust Yukimura, just like before."

Whether it was before the illness or after the illness, there were too few things they could do for Yukimura.

Even if the hope is slim, I want to try it.

"...I see." Sanada took a deep breath and made up his mind, his eyes glanced sharply at everyone, "I only have one request—"

"For the victory of the national competition, training must not be absent!"

He was answered by a loud voice: "Hi!"

Liu's mood was completely relaxed, and he smiled: "Then let's make a good plan."

Opened a brand new notebook from the bag, solemnly wrote the words "observation diary".

……

Regardless of what everyone in the Lihai University Tennis Club is planning, Yukimura is observing his new roommate in the ward.

After Sanada was sent away yesterday afternoon, the hospital seemed to be in a busier state.

Yukimura didn't sleep well in the middle of the night, and in a daze, he turned sideways and heard the conversation of the nurses outside. It seemed that someone was injured and then underwent emergency surgery, and then was sent here.

Two voices were discussing this matter: "It's really dangerous..."

"I heard that it was too deep and the director spent a lot of effort to take out the bullet..."

"I really don't know who is so bold as to dare to kill people in broad daylight!"

Immediately afterwards, a deep voice interrupted them: "Stop muttering here, hurry up and help!"

The room was finally quiet, Yukimura turned over, thinking that he could finally sleep well, then closed his eyes and fell into the quilt.

When I opened my eyes again, it was already daylight.

Looking sideways, it seems that there are more people in his ward?Could this be the wounded man who was beaten in the street last night?

It doesn't look like the type who will be sought for revenge.

The person on the opposite bed had fluffy black hair and a handsome face. He looked only in his twenties, and he really couldn't think of anyone who would do such a murderous thing to such a young man.

Yukimura was sizing up his patient, but he didn't expect that the person on the opposite side opened his eyes suddenly, he couldn't look back for a while, and met those iris-colored peach blossom eyes.

The scene was suddenly awkward, Yukimura didn't know whether to continue watching or turn around and pretend nothing happened.

Unexpectedly, the person opposite suddenly frowned and showed a seemingly gentle and amiable smile: "Hello, kid!"

"Hello...well, do you want me to ring the nurse's bell for you?" Yukimura turned his eyes away a little uncomfortably, and fixed his eyes on the name on the head of the hospital bed, "Mr. Tsushima?"

"Wait a while and press again. I have important things to do at this time." Tsushima's smile remained unchanged, and then he raised the bed, revealing the bandages wrapped around his body. It seemed that the injury was not serious.

He held the aqua-blue cell phone he got from somewhere in his hand, and dialed a series of numbers smoothly: "Hello...Tanizaki, is there any news from the president?...Really? I think so, the president will Choose a place that none of us know... If I'm not injured, I can go find it with you..."

Yukimura didn't hear what he said, but kept staring at the phone in Tsushima's hand, always feeling that the phone looked familiar.

It wasn't until the other party finished calling and handed the mobile phone in front of me that I remembered: Isn't this my mobile phone? !

"Thank you for your phone, kid. Don't tell the nurse about this!" Tsushima made a silent gesture, "After all, the nurse told me to rest."

Yukimura tactfully said nothing, but raised his eyebrows slightly.

Now he knew why this person was lying in the hospital, and it was the first time he met such a person who did not follow the doctor's advice.

Ninth Day Without Tennis

However, even if Yukimura has seen many people, including himself, who did not follow the doctor's advice, he has never seen someone who ruined himself like Shuji Tsushima.

In just two days, there were several unknown abrasions next to the wound that had not yet healed.The only part of the body that can be seen is probably the face.

What is even more outrageous is that this Mr. Tsushima slipped out of the hospital during the day and did not come back until midnight.

When Yukimura met unexpectedly for the first time, he was almost scared to death.

Anyone who wakes up in the middle of the night to hear movement by the window, and then finds their patient lying outside the window, trying to unlock the window will be startled.

Yukimura hurriedly fished the person in from the outside.

"Yukimura-kun is such a good boy! Today's matter must be kept a secret from me! If we are found out, we will be accomplices!" Dazai Osamu was full of smiles, but his words were half grateful and half threatening.

Although Yukimura was not interested in what this gentleman was doing, such words still made him feel uncomfortable from the bottom of his heart.

So he retorted in a gentle manner: "Mr. Tsushima will come to the hospital, I think it's probably because the words he said were too ugly."

Shuji Tsushima—that is, Osamu Dazai, couldn't help laughing out loud when he heard this, but he accidentally touched the wound, and his facial features instantly became distorted.

Yukimura quickly helped him to the bed and lay down, "Mr. Tsushima, are you okay? The wound won't burst again, right?"

"No