[Volleyball] Please, please give me a mole with tears and bright eyes!

The sun is shining brightly and the cicadas are singing.

Zhai Lu, who successfully won the Northeast representative, returned to his studies. Before it was his turn to give his boyfriend a chance to study, his boyfriend's relatives and friends came to the test—one month before the final exam, Wuye Sidu (Dadi) officially launched.

Xiaozhi, Daji and Takami looked at the report cards of the men's volleyball team members.

The failure rates of Nishitani, Tanaka, Kageyama, and Hyuga are quite spectacular.

Sugawara is concerned: "I didn't think it was such an exaggeration... As a result, Hinata's 60 points in the quiz have never reached double digits. If this is the end of the semester and he is caught in the school during the summer vacation, it will be very difficult for Teacher Xiaowu There is a shortage of people for the practice with schools in other counties."

"Hehe." Da Da appeared in a state of confusion, "We must find a way to bring these four idiots up..."

"Well--it will be made up!" Kong Wenlu hurriedly cheered up the stressed general and deputy general. These two people were almost so discouraged in the face of Wuye four idiots that they smoked black smoke, "Let the first and second graders not understand Come and ask us during class breaks and lunch breaks, and then ask them to bring me the test papers of the usual quizzes for reference, to outline the scope of the final exam..." The test-taking skill points for guessing questions have been cultivated by □□. After finishing speaking, I was frightened by biu's crying brothers and sisters——

"Student Kong, you are really an honorary member of our department!" Dadi was super moved and shook her hand solemnly. Last time at the end of the semester, thanks to her final grades of Tanaka and Nishitani, it was not too ugly. Point 32 for Sugawara's cheating girlfriend Like.

"Midori—thank you very much—you have contributed a lot to the development of our department." Sugawara slapped the ground away, and shook hands with himself while wiping tears in relief. God knows that every time before the holiday, he was worried about the grades of the members and gave them extra lessons. , the Archangel Karasuno couldn't bear it either.

"Ahaha..." Zhai Lu smiled feebly. Judging from the reactions of the chief general and the deputy chief general, the destructive power of Wuye Sidu is particularly great this time...

Well, Mr. Kong, who is surrounded by a hundred thousand whys during lunch break, will have a deep understanding.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, school is over on time.

Kong Wenlu is a little happy to be able to go back with her good friend Dao Gongjie who has quit the club and has no training. Now it is completely her ideal campus life~

A good friend, the partner of the archangel, the vague uneasiness and attempts about the future——

Everything is fine.

"Would you like to buy ice cream later?" The house green gang Jie Jiang took the bag, and she squatted down to change her indoor shoes.

"Okay, okay~ I just know that there is a delicious restaurant~" Jie Jiang jumped up happily, "But you can only eat the smallest one—the athlete's green sauce~"

Zhai Lu smiled and squeezed the sauce: "What are you doing! Can't you indulge once~"

"No, no, no, I'm your good friend, of course I'll supervise you!" Dao Gong squeezed back, and the two girls walked towards the school gate where there were a lot of people.

"You are so nice—a model?"

"It should be here to pick someone up..."

"But it's super cool!"

"Looks like Mr. and Mrs. Smith~"

Standing at the gate of Karasuno High School, surrounded by curious high school students, the two men were all dressed in formal attire—the man was 1.8 meters tall, with sharp features, and a slim suit complemented his figure perfectly. He occasionally raised his wrist to look at his watch or lowered his head Talking to a woman shorter than him, he behaved like a mature man.

The tall, handsome woman in a suit skirt and windbreaker jacket saw the person she was looking for coming out of the teaching building, so she took off her sunglasses and put them in her husband's hand and waved to her daughter—this move made the onlookers a little amazed— ——Under the sunglasses is a beautiful woman who is not young but still has charm.

"Water—"

Kong Wenlu was taken aback, and while talking with Jie Jiang, she heard the familiar Chinese call her nickname!

Turning around - "Mom?!"

Who are her parents at the school gate? !

"Huh?" Is that the legendary Kong Wenlu's mother who travels abroad for 365 days in 300 days a year? !

Daogong stared dumbfounded at the smiling beautiful woman who walked over on tiptoe and gave Lv Sauce a big bear hug - her daughter is taller than her mother.

The voices of chattering and discussing on the side became more intense.

Kong Wenlu hugged Kong Lan, who was almost hanging on her body, blushing, partly shy from being watched, partly excited: "Mom, why are you here?"

Kong Lan let go of her hand, and lovingly touched her daughter's cheek: "I came to see you, aren't you happy?"

"Open, happy." Zhai Lu, a left-behind child for many years, was so happy that he didn't know what to do, and smiled shyly.

"Good afternoon, Uncle and Aunt—" Dao Gongjie greeted obediently after watching his friends and parents finish contacting each other.

"Hello." Wen Ge greeted her daughter's little classmate with a gentle smile. "Usually, Wen Lu, our family, troubles you."

"No, no!" Dao Gongjie replied in a daze, the charm of the mature man flashed and caught the eyes of the little girl.It's a completely different creature from her beer belly dad.

"Her father and I are at home this week. You and Wen Lu's classmates come to play and entertain you whenever you are free." Kong Lan talked to her daughter's friend with a smile.

"Okay, okay, thank you, auntie." Facing Lv Jiang's imposing parents, Dao Gongjie was still a little nervous.

Kong Wenlu patted her on the shoulder: "I'm sorry Jie Jiang, let's have ice cream another day."

"Well, it's okay! Then I won't bother you today. See you tomorrow!" Jie Jiang heaved a sigh of relief and went back first.

The family of three also evacuated afterwards.

On the way home, the mother hugged her daughter, and the father carried the schoolbag, which was very harmonious.

"Why don't you wait at home and come to pick me up at school, you're not a kid anymore." Kong Wenlu was half complaining and half acting like a baby, but she was actually very happy.

Both her parents came to pick her up, but she didn't enjoy much when she was brought up by her grandmother.

Wen Ge touched his daughter's head.

Maybe it's because of getting together less and leaving more, the couple's way of intimacy with their daughter is still the same as when Kong Wenlu was a child, and Zhai Lu, who is usually independent and precocious, is also a little naive when facing his parents.

Kong Wenlu took advantage of the situation and rubbed her father's big hand.

"Mom's work has come to an end, so your dad moved his annual leave to this time to see you together. He came to school eagerly." Kong Lan smiled fine lines.

"Hmm~" Kong Wenlu leaned against her mother again.

"Also, last time I heard from Liu Wei that... our family Wenlv..." Wen Ge interjected, raising his eyebrows to look at his daughter.

Kong Wenlu's back stiffened—a murderous look.

"Have a boyfriend?! I thought I could catch that brat today... Tsk!"

At the same moment, Sugawara, who was training, got cold behind his back, and his steps to save the ball slipped - he fell to the ground with a plop.

Standing up from this weird wrestling with hands and feet in a daze, I heard my teammates yelling——

"Su! Blood! The nose is bleeding!!"

☆、Special episode 2 Utopia

In the middle of the night, I suddenly dream about juvenile things... I don't know if I am a guest in the dream.

His surname is Kong.

His father passed away early, and he grew up with his mother.

Catching up with the ping-pong trend of national sports and sports, the mother, who was eager for his son's all-round development of morality, intelligence, physical education, art and labor, enrolled him in table tennis classes.

Trying to hold the racket, I took advantage of the trend from a small one to advance from training to a professional team, and embarked on the road of an athlete.

During the winter and summer, I won a lot of awards, big and small.

Youth and arrogance... I have also worried about whether to be the World Cup champion or the World Table Tennis Championship.

Then relying on diligence, love, hard work, and self-confidence to finally use the realm of talent—it's over.

A little hesitant, I understood my upper limit, and understood that arrogance is often followed by ignorance.

If the national team loses, it will be ugly to stay in the Shanghai Youth Team even if the boss is not young.

So the team accepted the foreign aid offer from a Japanese high school, packed him on the plane and dragged the track cloud to the island country bordering the Pacific Ocean.

Even if I understand my own limitations, I still resent this kind of treatment that smacks of humiliation.

The image of the mother reluctantly waving goodbye is branded, the uncontrollable tears dripping from the eyes when parting, and the sweat dripping from the ball table are the same taste.

It is the price he feels is worth it, the price he feels... to be able to climb to the top again.

——How can I endure being eliminated by the motherland of the Ping-Pong Kingdom, where my home is?

He put on his sunglasses, facing the greenhouse-like Japanese table tennis ball full of irritability and hostility. In his heart, he was eager to achieve results as soon as possible and return to China with glory.

Only there is his peace of mind and his ideal country.

But the reality always likes to pour cold water on neither salty nor weak—he, Kong Wenge, lost again and again.

A mere table tennis game in a Japanese high school can show him God's classification of people again, reminding him that you are nothing more than that.

Talented and hardworking,

Those who have talent and don't work hard are inferior,

The third class who can't really work hard,

There is no talent but no hard work.

The gap between the third class and the people in front cannot be made up by hard work, and self-confidence is also in vain.

Fighting and struggling, still losing - even a person who didn't work hard at the beginning, once he worked hard with talent, he could suddenly surpass his years of hard work.

An indescribable loss.

Accept your fate?

Ugh--

Accept it.

So……

Just... give up everything?

After giving up... Go home, go back to the utopia where you don't climb anymore, always high above?

Ah, no.

If it is abandoned, it cannot be called an ideal, and the Utopia cannot be established.

……

No.

In the end - it's still not reconciled.

Just want to play ball.

Even the title of loving such Wen Zou Zou is removed, just want to play.

Why embarrass his brain cells with poor cultural performance, and debate the proposition of talent and hard work.

Do what you most want to do.

The subconscious yearning was supported by the mother.

She specially flew from China to Japan to celebrate his birthday, smiling and chattering while wrapping his favorite wonton.

Mom always supports you.

Suddenly from the slumped and confused, it gave him the confidence to hold a racket as a child.

Soften the sharpness of his eyebrows and eyes, and cheer up again.

No longer follow the trend, accept fate but don't give up.

his name--

Fuge Tsujido woke up in the twilight of the sky.

There was nothing next to the pillow, and when I walked to the study, my wife was typing on the computer.

"... What time did you wake up? The last business is not over yet?" He made wolfberry tea for his wife and brought it over.

"Half an hour earlier than you." Kong Lan took a sip of tea, admiring her husband's hairstyle that would only get up early in the morning, and then returned to the electronic report: "The project I went to Kenya last time, The detected copper mine is much larger than expected, and we will add more loans to the mining direction... But I don’t have much to do. The central bank’s transfer has come down, so I will finish the framework, and my colleagues will take over the specific matters later. It will be done soon. Once you settle down, you don’t have to go abroad all the time.”

Wen Ge didn't speak, and stood by to play with Kong Lan's waist-length black hair.

Kong Lan typed for a while, and finally couldn't bear the disturbance: "What are you doing~?"

Wen Ge just chuckled silently.

It's useless to stare at him. Kong Lan simply closed the computer, got up and hugged him, and the old couple also became tired. "Why did you wake up so early? Didn't sleep well?"

"No, it's just a dream about the past... a dream of coffee-flavored chocolate."

The pendant of family photos rests securely on his chest.

He felt that life was fulfilling after all.

In order to continue playing table tennis, I became a Japanese citizen, so I took a detour and continued to climb to the top.

Just in terms of sports career, this move is effective, and I have also become an Olympic athlete and won a medal.

It's a pity that Utopia is no longer his country.

I'm a little sorry.

It wasn't until Wen Ge met his wife who raised the case and told him that that was also her ideal country, and that she took his part to build steel and flesh for the motherland.

Ah, that's good too.

Later, I had a daughter, became a coach, and kept doing what I wanted to do around table tennis.

——The years gave him an ordinary road.

Ambition, dream, all gradually return to the simplicity of life.

This time, the small ideal that he buried in his heart since he was a child, also known as "home" - he will definitely guard it until he grows old.