Touched by a ghost, I choose death

Qiye came to Atobe's house for the first time. Although her face was expressionless, her heart was full of turmoil.

The Buckingham Palace-like building in front of me is too cool and dazzling, and I have to say that it fits Atobe's own style very well.

She randomly found an open space, parked her bicycle there, and when she looked up, she saw Hino Nian who was full of reluctance.

This is the second person to carry her on a bicycle after Keigo Atobe.

Qiye could understand why the other party chose not to buy Atobe's luxury car, but came to rub her bicycle shamelessly.After all, that car was the end of his life.

Can't help but recall the conversation just now.

"Why help me?" Hino Nian suddenly said while riding, feeling the breeze on his face.

Qiye sat on the back seat of the bicycle, breathed a sigh of relief, and did not intend to answer him directly: "It is not a bad thing for you."

"Oh, it's true, and it's the same for you." Hino Nian suddenly laughed, which made people shudder.

Qiye stared at this suddenly mad person, and his heart was secretly turbulent.

What did he notice?Or is it pure gibberish?

She had to lament that conflicts between boys were far easier to resolve than between girls.It is often just some small things between girls, but it can lead to deep hatred.And the strong hatred between boys may just need to fight and disappear.

But for the two tennis idiots Atobe and Hino, it seems that only one game of tennis is needed.

Back then in the old school building, under the lingering aura of resentment, Nanaya just said slowly "Do you want to play tennis with Atobe-kun?" and successfully prevented the other party from choking his throat, allowing himself to barely escape from the minions of the resentment out.

You have to hit Qicun to hit a snake. After hearing the story of Atobe, Qiye thinks that even if he becomes a vengeful spirit, his obsession may not change.

If all the deep hatred can be resolved through a tennis match, it will be much easier than imagined.

Led by Atobe, they walked through a Qilixiang promenade, passed a gorgeous scenic spot like a European-style park, and then arrived at the tennis court in the backyard.This huge footprint is really staggering.

Hino Nen held the tennis racket in his hand, then raised his eyes and glanced at the trace department.This is the brand he used to use when he was a child, but he didn't expect the other party to remember it until now.

Looking back on the past, he actually does not regret meeting Atobe. On the contrary, he thinks that the days of playing tennis together were the most beautiful time in his life.If those things didn't happen later.

Thinking about it now, everything was just a trick of fate.

He knew from the very beginning that he and Atobe were from two worlds.

After every game, when he was exhausted, he lay on the lawn next to the street tennis court, staring at the blue sky and white clouds.And Atobe doesn't move roughly and casually like him. It can be seen that he comes from a good family background. The most outrageous action he often makes is sitting cross-legged on the grass.

So what if they are people from two worlds?They were looking up at the same sky anyway.

He thought so optimistically, but his innocence was shattered by the hammer of fate.

One day when he came home from school, he saw his father, who left early and returned late, was sitting at home, and opposite him was a man in formal attire. He took out a piece of paper, put it on the table, got up and left.

He was a little at a loss, and hurried to his father, but he lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and couldn't see his expression clearly, but he could imagine the face full of dimples There is nothing but exhaustion and helplessness.

"Read, have you made new friends recently?" He heard his father's deep voice.

"Yes, father. He's also from Japan, and we met through tennis."

"The other party's surname is the Ministry of Tradition?"

He looked at his father's unfathomable expression and nodded.

"Forget it," my father crumpled the piece of paper on the table, and then threw it out of the window, "I'm going to move soon."

"Why?! Could it be that the Atobe family threatened us?" He yelled dissatisfied.

He still couldn't understand this sudden move. Could it be that the man in the suit just now was sent by the Atobe family?But what did it matter to him?They just played tennis and became friends.He has never heard of the rule that children from rich families cannot make friends with children from poor families, so this is too much of a fuss, right? !

"You're thinking too much, it's just that my job has been transferred." My father waved his hand, threw the cigarette butt into the ashtray, sighed, then turned and went back to his room.

Until the last moment of his life, Hino Nian didn't know that the piece of paper thrown out of the window by his father was actually an invitation to study at a tennis school.

Later, his father died of illness, and he, who had never seen his mother since he was a child, became an orphan completely.Because his grades were not good, he chose to drop out of school and began to move around to do odd jobs.

Sometimes when he saw so-called gambling on the court, he would go up to play a game, but by chance, he was spotted by a rich man, and thus began his career in match-fixing.

In his father's last words, he finally learned part of the truth - in fact, the young master he met when he was young was his cousin.

His father ran away from home due to marital problems in his early years and completely severed ties with everyone in the family.I just didn't expect that life was too rough. The woman chose to leave him forever because she couldn't bear the poor life, leaving behind him who was only a few years old.

The father, who has always been proud and proud, was never willing to bow his head to the home he once abandoned, so he lived in the UK for more than ten years incognito, until he met the Atobe family again, and he did not want to have too much involvement with them. So he ran away.

Later, under the leadership of the rich man, he set foot on his homeland.Although this is a place he has never been to, it is his hometown.

The huge luminous dream that I held when I was young has been worn down and colorless by years of running around.

Thinking about it now, how naive I was at that time, thinking that he could still use tennis as his dream to create miracles.

It's just an idiot's dream.

The premise of realizing the dream is to solve the problem of food and clothing.And he is running around every day to have enough to eat, to have a place to stay in this cold metropolis, and the huge dream of his youth is gradually left behind by him.

After getting drunk one time, he fell under the wheel of Atobe's house.

The gears of fortune began to reverse.

"You are wrong." Atobe jumped up after hitting the opponent's wrist.

Hino Nian looked at the racket that was blown into the air in his hand, and raised his head unavoidably.

Atobe's whole body was against the light, making it impossible to see his expression clearly.

He started and hit a gorgeous and beautiful two-stage smash.

"Nobility does not exist in the blood, it only exists in the heart." After landing lightly, Atobe turned his head and said to Nian Hino who was standing blankly on the court.

He has always believed in this famous saying and used it as his motto.

A person's nobility is not due to his birth, but from his acquired personal cultivation.

He still remembers when he met Hino Nen for the first time, he was deeply attracted by the opponent's superb skills.Even if he is a child from a poor family, he has always envied this boy who shines when he talks about tennis.

At that time, even though he wore cheap clothes and used a worn-out racket, he was still so shining.

But now he is full of resentment.

Fake tennis, which he once said was a huge dream, and blame all the pain he has suffered on others.

That high-spirited boy has long since disappeared.

Hino Nen stared at Atobe's handsome back, and it was easy to overlap with the young master back then.

How could this rich second generation who never had to worry about food and clothing feel his pain?

How can you feel the helplessness of those at the bottom of society when you are pampered?

Due to his different status, he has sold his dream cheaply, but he is still able to play tennis wantonly.

While he was crawling and rolling in society, the other party was drinking coffee leisurely in the gorgeous house.

Obviously they should have the same life.

"Heh, you who don't feel the pain can only speak beautiful words." Hino Nian snorted.

The cold reality reminded him again and again——

"Dreams are just pets, if you can't afford them, you can only sell them at a low price."

"You're right." Qiye who was keeping score on the side suddenly said.

Atobe frowned, but didn't interrupt her.

She didn't fully agree with Atobe's statement. He had always stood at the top, and it was difficult for him to understand the thoughts of the people at the bottom. Of course, he didn't even bother to understand.That was really unnecessary, he was born to stand at the top.

She didn't want to say anything to Hino Nian, "You have a healthy body, why don't you stick to your dreams?" Such empty and disgusting words, in this world, there are too many people who give up their dreams because of reality.

She also didn't want to say something like "I kept saying it was a dream but it was tarnished in the end", even if it was true, although she didn't agree with it, she could understand it.

She just wants to sigh——

This world is inherently unfair.

Of the two of them, one was born destined to stand on the top and look down on all living beings, and the other was crawling at the bottom of society, and could only rely on his own strength to climb up step by step, and fell into the abyss if he didn't pay attention.

But the so-called dream, the so-called life, all states must be "alive".

Once dead, there is nothing left.

"However, who doesn't even cherish life, what qualifications do they have to talk about it?"