[Comprehensive] Mere appearance

When I opened my eyes, I saw a white ceiling, very close to the upper bunk, and I could touch it with my arms. Now I am in a four-person dormitory room at the U17 shared training place, not an empty ward filled with the smell of disinfectant.

"That kid Yukimura can't play tennis anymore."

"it's a pity."

Hearing the conversation between the doctor and the nurse, is there something spreading in my heart at the moment, and I am hit?of course.What followed was shaking, pain, and confusion. Losing his goal, he seemed to be standing in the dark, no matter how he ran, he couldn't find his way.

Do those who have been deprived of their five senses feel the same way?

Couldn't play tennis anymore, lost tennis, what was left of his life.He tried his best to avoid thinking about it, but if he was not careful, those disturbing thoughts would still sneak into his brain, torturing his nerves.

"Cute! She's so cute! Yuna has to be like her!" The childish voice interrupted his thoughts, and he came back to find that the little girl from the same hospital was pointing at the cosmetic advertisement on TV.

"Speaking of which, Shimizu Kirara is also a student of Likai University, does Yukimura-kun know her?" The nurse holding the medical record asked with a smile.

Qingshui Qiluo, when he heard this name, a pair of bright green eyes immediately appeared in his mind, very beautiful, just like a cat's eyes, with aura, but also cold, without any temperature.

"No, even though we are in the same school, we haven't talked much." Yukimura responded lightly.

"Really, but she's really amazing. She stepped onto the international runway. Ordinary models either turn into actors, or they can only appear in domestic magazines..."

He went back to the ward, found out the laptop, and pressed a few keys, and the news about her immediately jumped out, overwhelming, she signed with an internationally renowned modeling agency, how many shows she walked, how many advertisements she received, and her new publicity. boyfriend.

Not knowing how Yagyu would feel when he saw it, Yukimura thought to himself, members of the tennis club had been visiting him all the time, and occasionally heard a few words about her recent situation in the chat.

He casually clicked on a video, Shimizu appeared on the screen in fashion, high-end fashion, perfect makeup, tall figure, she walked from the other end of the runway to the fixed point, the camera stayed on her beautiful face for a while , her face was expressionless, but there was something more in those eyes.That afternoon, he watched a lot of videos about her, and he didn't react until the nurse urged him to rest.

That afternoon, he didn't think about his illness, tennis, future, or death. She had a magical power that fascinated people.

Members of the tennis club came to visit him, and the quiet ward instantly became lively. Marui and the others were arguing to cut the cake, and an advertisement suddenly popped up on the TV playing the variety show, which was the public service advertisement shot by Shimizu.

"Her ballet moves are standard, but her bones and muscles do not reflect that she is practicing ballet now." Liu looked at the TV screen and said to Liu Sheng beside him.

"That's because she practiced as a child and then something happened and she gave up."

"That's it, then the explanation makes sense." Liu found out the notebook and quickly added a few strokes.

"Eh? Our staff officer even collects the information of Her Royal Highness, can you lend me a look?" King Ni raised his head from the cake and asked with a smile.

"Forgive me to refuse this matter." Liu stopped writing and closed his notebook.

Yukimura looked at Yagyu, "Yagyu doesn't want to know about Shimizu-san's information?"

"They are childhood sweethearts, what else does he not know." Marui said inarticulately while eating the cake.

Liu Sheng pushed down his glasses and did not speak again.

After they left, the ward returned to calm. Yukimura recalled Yagyu's expression at that time, thinking, did Yagyu disagree with Marui's words? From another aspect, he was expressing that he did not understand Shimizu as well as they imagined. These two are really interesting.

He found the full version of the public service announcement video on the Internet. The sun shines in the practice room, which is bright and spacious. She dances ballet with graceful movements and a divine expression. This scene is imprinted in his mind.Many people like her when she cries, those blue eyes are tearful enough to break the heart, but he likes her when she is kissed by the sun.During the countless days of being tortured by illness, he couldn't help thinking about her, wondering if she had been in pain when she knew she couldn't dance ballet, would such a beautiful face be distorted by the pain.

Why did I have this disease? Is this God’s punishment for me? Maybe there is one person who can understand my pain and feel my pain, and that person is Kira Shimizu.Only she can empathize with me, and this wonderful emotion slowly ferments.

He longed to see her again.

Yukimura recalled the moment when they passed each other in the hallway when they were in school, she kept her gaze fixed, her long platinum hair fluttered gently, and the sunlight came in from the window in the hallway, her hair glistened, how beautiful it was.

He paid more attention to her than he could imagine.

When Liu brought the diary of the members' recent situation, he happened to see the back of her leaving. After he sat down, he said, "It's better not to get involved with her." After observing Shimoyukimura's expression, Liu continued: "I don't think so. Is she dangerous? In biology, beautiful creatures carry deadly poison, the more beautiful the more deadly."

"I know what I'm doing." Yukimura interrupted him gently but forcefully.

After Liu left, he lay on the hospital bed and saw only a small piece of blue sky through the window. The branches outside the window were gradually flourishing. He had a lot of time to think about where their relationship should go. .During the operation, that person did not come. For her, the intersection with him should be just a dispensable episode, and there will be no change just because he is Yukimura Seichi.

"Go to training so early?" Shusuke Fuji, the roommate who lives with him, saw that Yukimura had changed his jersey and looked at the time.

"Yes, go for a morning run."

After Yukimura said hello, he walked out of the dormitory building, and the morning light penetrated the clouds and sprinkled on the court.He ran for a while, stopped, and looked at the field. A year ago, he would never have thought that he would be sick, so serious that he would never be able to set foot on the field again. There can be so many changes before.However, for him now, being able to play tennis again is a very happy and joyful thing.

The U17 training camp is still going on, and the partners who lost the group returned from the top of the mountain, and the shared dormitory is even more lively.During the break in the evening, Nioh watched the game video alone in the audio-visual room. His mobile phone screen flickered a few times from time to time, and the sender was the same.This period happened to be her free time. After returning from overseas, she did not go back to school, but stayed in Tokyo.

Did he only think of him when he was free? Nioh paused his finger pressing the key, and thought of Yagyu's words when he heard the sound of the email being sent.

"King Ni, I have given you advice. Even if you continue to give without expecting anything in return, she will not be grateful to you, not even the slightest bit of guilt. She will not think from your point of view. In the long run You'll be the one feeling tired."

She doesn't know how to love, and she doesn't know how to love. This kind of empathy obstacle has created the current Shimizu Kira.

Shimizu returned to Japan and temporarily lived in the office's apartment. She was lying on the bed, saw the email from Nioh, exited the program, and slid her long and thin fingers across the address book, "Ah." She let out an ah in surprise , suddenly discovered that these people are participating in the same camp.

She turned off the phone and threw it aside, forget it, it's not a big deal.

Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, you can see the flickering lights outside. The room without the lights turned on is quiet and cold. She is lying on her side on the bed, and the pillow on the other side is empty. In the darkness, there is a strong arm across her waist. The broad shoulders behind him could be glimpsed out of the corner of the eye. Shimizu was startled and raised his arms suddenly, but there was no one there.

She pressed her forehead, turned on the light, and the spotless interior showed that she was the only one here.Her appearance was revealed on the floor-to-ceiling windows, she closed her eyes, and recalled what happened a long time ago, so long that it was a matter of the previous life.

At that time, she was 16 or 17 years old, she can’t remember, her career was ruined by herself, her studies were in a mess, her family cut off her source of income, and she lived in a high-end apartment but couldn’t pay the rent and property fees. She flipped through those urging letters one by one, feeling at a loss for the first time in the future.

She looked down at the letters, but she didn't notice that someone was coming over from the opposite side, her shoulder was knocked down, and the letters were scattered everywhere.

"I'm sorry." The tall black-haired man knelt down to pick up the letters for her, and he was not surprised to see letters of reminders.

Shimizu frowned, took the letters from the man, crumpled them up rudely, carried them to the elevator.

"Wait a minute, you're in financial trouble."

The man's words made her stop, and she turned her head to look at him. He was twenty years old, tall and tall, wearing a high-end suit, with a handsome face. There were two tear moles under his deep eyes, like teardrops falling down. On the face in general.The man walked up to her, took away the letter for her, and said in a gentle tone, "I can help you with this, but you have to pay, okay?"

Shimizu Qiluo raised her head and looked at him for a while, before asking, "Are you also of mixed blood?"

The man laughed, and couldn't help laughing at her question, "You're not the first to say that, but I'm not." His eyes were not disgusting, but filled with admiration and amazement, "You're so beautiful, angels won't just because of these vulgar words frowned."

Naively, she thought that the two of them were dating, but she was wrong.

Five years later, the man got engaged to another well-matched woman, whom he gave away.

That's great, fortunately I didn't give my heart, otherwise I would be too stupid to be abandoned, Shimizu Kirara thought so, and the 22-year-old walked out of the penthouse apartment.

Shimizu turned on the phone again and made a call. The voice of the person on the other end of the phone was as vigorous and... croaking as usual.

"Let's come out and play together."

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I stayed up late last night to buy things, but I caught a cold, and I was dizzy to update