The Prince of Tennis - I'm Echizen Ryoma

When the lights dimmed, I looked up from the book with barely legible writing, only to realize that at some point, a deep twilight had enveloped the entire library.

It's rare that there is no department work today, and I will do my job as a librarian as usual.When I was tidying up after work, I was attracted by a book on the bookshelf that introduced the physics of sphere motion.Been buried in the present.

not good.I rushed to the front door of the library and pushed it hard, but it didn't move at all, and it was locked long ago.Even the power was turned off, so I must have thought there was no one inside!

"Hey! Is there anyone outside?" "Come on!" I first knocked tentatively, and then slammed on the door hard.

When I was a kid, I accidentally locked myself in the basement storage room at home while playing.On that day, the old man happened to be out for a game, and the nanny didn't come at home temporarily, so I was locked up for a whole day and night.Since then, the closed dark room and the maggot-like loneliness have become my inescapable nightmare.

"Is it Echizen?" In the twilight, a voice came from the depths of the library.The voice was not loud, but it made my heart fall back to where it was.

"Ha, it's the minister. How come you read so late." Fortunately, it was dark enough, otherwise if he saw my gaffe just now, I would be ashamed and thrown to my grandma's house.

Footsteps approached from far away, and the minister's figure emerged from the darkness.He stepped forward and tried to press the handle, then pushed the door open.

"Echizen, do you have a cell phone?" After confirming that he couldn't open the door, he turned to me and asked.

"I never bring that thing." I shook my head, of course I don't bring anything that would cause trouble.

"Ah. I probably didn't bring it today." He thought for a while, then turned his head and walked back, "Let's look in the bag first."

don't go!I screamed in my heart, but my self-esteem would never allow me to say these two words, let alone follow him like a coward.

The footsteps sounded from near to far away, and the surrounding fell silent.

The shadows on all sides were about to move, they approached me with claws and claws, roaring and roaring silently.I'm an agnostic, so I'm not afraid of them.However, a deep-rooted feeling of loneliness wrapped around my neck coldly, making me involuntarily let out a thin sob from my throat.

Biting his lip, he swallowed the shameful cry that was about to spew out.With my back against the wall, I squatted down little by little.It seems to have returned to the eerie basement of the past, where time and space stand still, and the darkness seems to be endless.I buried my head in my bent knees, wrapped my arms around me, and curled up into a ball.

*I didn't find the phone, I remember correctly, I really didn't bring it today.By the way, I packed my bag, and I went back to the door of the library, only to find that there was no one there.

Where did he go?I searched around with my eyes, glanced out of the corner of my eye, and found something shrunk into a small ball in the dark corner against the wall.

...I suddenly wanted to slap myself.

He who has always been fearless, actually has dark room phobia - I should have noticed it earlier!No wonder he beat the door so hard and shouted earlier.

Why didn't you stop me just now?Am I that unworthy of your dependence?No, I'm afraid you, who love to be brave, never thought of relying on anyone in the past.

Holding my breath, I approached slowly, squatted down, stretched out my arms and gently hugged the small ball into my arms, like holding an extremely precious and fragile object.The little thing in my arms moved, but I didn't let go.

After a long time, his trembling finally stopped.

"Are you feeling better?" I asked softly.

"No." He agreed muffledly.

In the dark and empty library, only the sound of our intertwined breathing remained.

"Minister." In the silence, he suddenly spoke.

"kindness?"

"Tell me a story."

story?What a sudden request.Leaning my head against the wall behind me, I looked out the window into the dark night.

"A long time ago," my steady voice echoed in the open space, "there was a young boy with strict family education. Because he was a single descendant of the family, he was expected by everyone since he was a child. Fortunately, God gave him the ability to surpass ordinary people. talent and brains.

The teenager is doing everything seriously, and he tries to do everything better than others.Except for a few people who are jealous of him and occasionally find a little trouble, the boy has been growing up surrounded by flowers and applause.Known as excellent grades, good conduct, and immaculate, he has always believed that such an orderly life should be taken for granted.

Until one day, he met a boy who was like the wind.

That boy has everything that God has given him, and maybe even more.But he treats these with a casual attitude.He studies carelessly, lives carelessly, and plays tennis carelessly, but he is better than others in the same way.

He is so willful and free, living without restraint, which makes the serious boy burn with anger.He decided to teach this ignorant kid a good lesson, at least let him see himself in the eyes of others.

For good-sounding reasons, he did so, but he got himself into it.In the desperate duel with that boy, he realized that, compared to the whole-hearted and passionate tennis, all the tennis he played before was just to respond to the lack of warmth expected by everyone. He actually didn't learn any lessons This boy's qualifications!

Since then, some inexplicable changes have slowly occurred in his heart, like a rock weathered by sunlight and rain, the cracks are getting bigger and bigger..."

He stopped talking, looked down, and saw that the boy in his arms had already fallen asleep.What an enviable little guy, I sighed softly.

The moonlight shines through his slender eyelashes, leaving a soft crescent mark on his porcelain-like smooth cheeks.The mouth is slightly open, a ruby-like drop of blood coagulates on the lips, and the breath is as soft as a baby.

Such a one-hit-kill temptation, such a defenseless expression.

Is it a genius or an idiot that he doesn't have the slightest doubt that I'm still in the library so late?

Tezuka Kunimitsu, what are you thinking!I woke up suddenly.Of course it was because I was worried about the safety of my juniors that I stayed so late on purpose, I was aboveboard, and absolutely had no other thoughts!

After a pause for a while, before putting on this innocent sleeping face, I abruptly raised my head (why didn't he turn over this time? Author: ...).

...the crack seems to be much bigger.I looked out the window with difficulty.If anything had crossed my mind just now—it was the moon's fault.

Carefully moved him to a more comfortable position for sleeping, stared at him again, and hugged him tightly.I also closed my eyes and slept peacefully.

*In the early morning, a ray of sunlight came in from the window and shone on the two teenagers who were embracing and sleeping. Jesus) Fig.

The author has something to say:

The narrator of this chapter is the protagonist - Tezuka - the author.

The angle of view conversion is marked with *.

In this chapter Tezuka makes no mention of the sacrifices he made to free the protagonist from the shadows of his past.

The author reminds everyone that this is the No.1 narration, and the narrators will narrate according to their own personality perspectives (for example, ignorant guys like the protagonist generally don’t pay much attention to the description of appearance details), and sometimes avoid their own inner feelings. The most insidious thoughts.So, don't generalize.

PS: Pay attention to careful readers who have read Chapter [-], they must be able to understand the author's speechless feelings towards Mr. Minister.

And PS: shrouded in holy light, pervert dodges, Hallelujah~~~~~