[Comprehensive Net King] Ryoma's Shadow

The score on the court was fairly tight, and it was not known whether Tomoki Nozawa was better as a female player or Echizen Ryoma was a little lacking in his performance today. In short, there was no one-sided situation as imagined.

Fuji Shusuke, who was far away from the main force, looked at the situation on the field while walking.A pair of eyes are still smiling so that people can not see the emotion.

As we all know, Fuji Shusuke's understanding and control of the wind has reached a perverted level - at least it is difficult to meet players of the same type as him among his peers - so if he can do it without a trace That sound must not be surprising.

On the side of the court is a place like a strength training gym, but there is also a concrete hut in between.

The house seemed to have been repaired for some years, and the only layer of white paint used as a decoration had been stamped with various marks.It seems to be a grocery store for some equipment, so even though other venues were repaired later, it was not renovated.

Some ivy hung sparsely from the roof, and the little greenness did not make it look too down.

Fuji Shusuke stood still under the tree in front of the house. Looking at the field from this angle, Echizen Ryoma's half of the field was mostly blocked, but he could still vaguely see his active figure on the field.

"What are you looking at?"

He paused for a second or two, then suddenly made a sound, startling the person who was standing under the eaves and looking into the arena.

She trembled and turned her head in panic, revealing a delicate face.The girl was wearing a white sportswear, which was somewhat similar to the one worn by Tomoki Nozawa in the arena, and she was covered with a dark green woolen coat.

Fujisuke tilted his head slightly, looking very friendly.You must know that he has always been synonymous with gentleness.

The girl looked up at him vigilantly, pursed her lips, and turned around and ran away before Buer Zhousuke could speak again.

"..." Fuji Zhouzhu looked at her back and was at a loss for words.He looked in the direction of the girl's escape for a while, narrowed his eyes slightly, and then relaxed again, then turned around and continued to watch the situation in the arena.

It seems... there are a lot of little mice today.

Regardless of the off-court, let's take a look at the two people on the court.

For Zhiji, picking up the racket again is a different kind of experience.I originally thought that I would never want to touch something again, but I didn't expect to pick it up after a year or two, and I would sigh with vicissitudes.

Actually... don't you hate tennis that much?

Suddenly, she remembered the spiritual support she had received from Echizen Ryoma through emails during those tormented years.

"What do you think... tennis is?"

It was the first time when she was ten years old after losing a formal competition, she was taken by her father to go bungee jumping, and she was pushed off a bridge to nowhere in a small town called Azusa near Los Angeles. The sense of desperation, the extreme speed of brushing past the water vapor and wind, made her dare not slack off for a long time.

"Tennis? Of course it's my tool for teaching the old man and brother in the future—well, it's barely my favorite sport."

……

"What do you... think tennis is?"

It was after she and Kaibin killed each other several times, they gradually became familiar with each other and found that they were in the same disease but not the same bitterness.The same is led by her father to learn tennis, and the same is to satisfy her father's wish. Kebin seems to have inherited her father's obsession, but she wants to back down again and again.

"Love."

……

"Hey, Mr. Orange... It seems that the tennis I know has long been different from yours."

Two years ago, when she saw the application form for sex reassignment surgery provided by the hospital that her father handed to her, she felt as if she had been struck by a thunderbolt, and her mind went blank.

She doesn't quite remember how she refused it, maybe it was silence, maybe it was a fierce rebuttal; but the almost crazy look in her father's eyes at that time made her unforgettable for the rest of her life.

Like falling into an ice cave.

"Do you know why I picked you up at that time?"

"Your mother and I have also been in love, but then—" He paused, his gaze became fascinated, "You are my daughter, and at the same time...you are also a child with a rare XXY chromosome arrangement in the body ——But since God has given you such good conditions, why did he give you a complete female body?" Sitting on the sofa, he gradually half-curled up, holding his head in pain.

"I don't understand, I don't understand—" He suddenly raised his head, stood up and vigorously restrained Zhi Ji who was shocked by the facts and trembling slightly.

"Father... Father—ah! What are you doing! Let me go! I won't sign! I don't want to sign!"

He forcibly pulled Zhiji over to the table, but Zhiji couldn't resist, and was directly pressed down by his father on the marble table with a "slap", "Be obedient... let's help you change back to the way it should be Ah? Be good, be obedient... just sign, sign - you should sign for me!"

"Let me go!" Zhiji yelled, she tried to turn her body around, but her father had served as a professional athlete for many years, how could she resist when he was ruthless?Across the black and white application form, the cold touch of marble came from one side of the cheek, penetrating straight into the heart and spleen, the cheekbones bumped against the table, and the ribs kept kissing the strings of the table, as if they were about to It felt as if it had pierced into the lungs, and it hurt so badly.

As far as the eye can see, only the word "transgender" can be seen clearly, and the silver tip of the ballpoint pen not far away, facing her eyes, is slightly shiny with black ink.

Her hands were imprisoned, so she kept kicking with her legs, kicking on the calf bones, kicking on the knees, every time she wished to use all her strength but couldn't use any strength at all.

Her thoughts suddenly paused for a second, and she recalled how she looked when they met... How did the father who made her look like a god became like this?

"Put—well—" She struggled to get up, and as soon as she opened her mouth, her father slammed it down again, her teeth hit the table, the tip of her tongue gradually touched the warm liquid, and a rust-like smell irritated her Touching her taste buds, her mind, which had gradually become numb, became active again.In a pair of eyes, apart from the panic at the beginning, there is something different, sparkling.

For a moment, it was as if the soul was pulled away.

"Father—" she heard someone shout loudly, followed by a muffled groan.What followed was the disappearance of the force that pushed her.

She barely supported her body with her hands, and turned her head numbly.Her younger brother, Nozawa Tomotake, was sitting in a wheelchair with an indifferent expression, supporting his fallen father with one hand, and trembling slightly with the electric shock device in the other.

He raised his head, smiling weakly.

"I'm sorry, sister." He would only call her that when it was very important, "In the end... I still didn't hide it."

"However, don't worry, I discussed it with my mother, and I will never let you—you, where are you going?" He murmured at first, as if to persuade Zhiji, and then as if to comfort himself, and then With a little eagerness.

Zhiji wiped off the saliva overflowing from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, and there were a few streaks of cloudy red in it.She touched the tooth, but fortunately there was no sign of it being very loose.

Holding on to the railing, she walked upstairs step by step, and stopped slightly when she heard Zhiwu's question.

"Sorry, I want to take a break... Heh, Zhiwu, you... call the doctor, father—actually, you were sick very early, right?"

But I don't know anything, and I don't need to know, because... it's just a tool, right?

The author has something to say: cold, cold, sore throat, sore throat... If it is not too late, I really want to finish writing in one go. Let's explain about XXY chromosomes in the next chapter, shall we?I don't know if there is any tension in that scene...

By the way, the matter of bungee jumping... is the reason why my roommate's friend got excellent grades when I was a child. When I was a child, I failed a certain test... Then my father took me to do bungee jumping hhhh I was suddenly glad that I only got beaten

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