Net King Returns to the First Generation

Chapter 35 His Vulnerability

Kirihara recovered from a long battle.

The large characters of GAMEOVER are displayed on the screen.He relaxed his sore hand and gritted his teeth.

The score on the machine also clearly showed that although he won, he was not happy at all - the opponent was a top student like Yagyu-senpai, and the game lasted for almost half an hour, it was his dark history, okay?

Ahhh, everything is really going wrong today, I'm going crazy!

Kirihara slammed the table and pushed the chair back a few centimeters.

Seeing that he stood up from the chair agitatedly, Marui spit out a bubble and said vaguely: "It's over? Let's take a rest."

Qie Yuan nodded, but when he looked up, he couldn't help touching the back of his head: "Hey, where is Senior Nioh?"

"He went to buy food." Marui said, "Look at what time it is, don't you feel hungry?"

As soon as the words fell, Kirihara's stomach rumbled, making him blush.

Looking at the clock in the store again, it was already past eight o'clock.

Yagyu was walking towards Marui while rubbing his fingers, and he was thoughtful when he heard the words: "You said Nioh went to buy food?"

Before coming to the game hall, Liu Sheng had informed his family about his late return.This question doesn't mean that he minds eating food from roadside stalls or something, but, that Nioh guy, would he be so kind as to offer to buy food?

Must be planning something.

"That's right." Marui didn't seem to think much, just nodded and replied, "He said he was treating guests, it's rare to see him so generous."

treat...

Liu Sheng's eyes turned around behind the lens, and stayed on the cute-faced primary school boy.

"A treat?" The elementary school boy stared wide-eyed, "The five of us?"

"That's right, Kuwahara went to get things with him." Marui turned around and saw Kirihara's surprised look, and laughed: "What kind of expression do you have?"

"No." Kirihara said awkwardly, "I just think that Nioh-senpai has quite a lot of pocket money."

Qieyuan was a little envious: he went to the game hall a few more times with his pocket money, and he didn't even have room to buy snacks, let alone treat guests.After coming to the game hall this month, Kuwahara-senpai will invite you to eat cakes, this time it is Nioh-senpai who will treat you to dinner...

Um, is it that the older you are by one grade, the more pocket money you have?

Yagyu was still speculating about Nioh's plan, but he couldn't help but shook his head with a smile when he heard such childish words: "You're wrong, he doesn't have pocket money."

"Huh?" Kirihara opened his eyes again.

Marui popped a bubble: "Nio can make money by himself, and there are a lot of scholarships alone. Last year, he was in the top three of the grade in the section exams throughout the year. He is eligible to apply for the first-class scholarship and the special scholarship to come. with..."

He glanced at Liu Sheng depressedly: "By the way, there is also you, you also have a scholarship, right?"

Liu Sheng nodded.

"Wait, is Senior Nioh's grades that good?" Kirihara couldn't believe his ears at all.

Top three in grade?That Nioh-senpai who seems to be fooling around?

"You can't believe it, can you?" Marui raised a finger, "I can't believe it either. Especially after I witnessed how he skipped classes, didn't hand in homework, went to sleep in class, and was often called into the office by the teacher, etc., I have to face his high-ranking report card every time..."

Marui chewed his gum depressedly: "How do you say he did it?"

"What are you talking about? I seem to have heard my name." Nioh and Kuwahara just happened to walk in.

Nioh walked in front, carrying two bags, while Kuwahara walked behind (with a strange expression), also carrying two bags.

"Oh, I'm teaching Kirihara about your grades, top student." Marui leaned in front of Nioh, "What did you buy?"

"The fried noodles you want, the cake is in Kuwahara's hands."

"Wait..." Marui stared at the bag for a moment, then raised his head and pointed to the bottle in the bag: "This is..."

"Drinks, the set meals I ordered are quite salty. Do you still want to drink light salt water after training for a long time?" King Ni asked back.

"Oh, drink." Marui raised his head and looked directly into Nio's eyes for two seconds, quietly showing a sly smile that was not like him: "It's good, it's good, and there's even a drink prepared."

Where no one else could see, the eyes of the two exchanged like this (?): Marui: Don’t lie to me, why does this color and feel look like wine?

Nioh: If you know it, don’t say it.

Marui: Where did you get the wine? You have to practice tomorrow, no problem, right?

Nioh: Don't worry, you just need to be responsible for persuading that kid Kirihara to drink. This is the best way to relieve stress and release your mood!

Marui: That's right.Anyway, the kid was late every day because he got lost or overslept.

The two looked away tacitly, and continued to take the lunch box from the bag, ignoring the loveless face of Sang Yuan standing in the shadow behind Niwang: Wentai, why are you messing around with Niwang!

"The beef rice bowl is mine. The creamy baked rice I bought for Hiroshi. I don't know what Kirihara you like to eat. I ordered a large portion of tonkotsu ramen." Nioh took the remaining bag from Kuwahara and placed all the lunch boxes It was on the table——there were not many people in the game hall at this time, occupying the seat for dinner, the boss turned a blind eye and let it go.

Out of the corner of Liu Sheng's eyes, he saw the mouth of the bottle that was said to be a "drink" in the bag that was still closed: "Have you visited many stores?"

"Anyway, we're all on the same line, drop in." King Ren blinked.

Kirihara was completely unaware of the exchange of the seniors, took out the ramen by himself, and said happily: "Thank you, senior! Then I will start."

"En." King Ni responded, took out the bottle from the bag and put it in front of Kirihara: "Hey, drink."

"Oh oh oh, is it soda?" Kirihara opened it unprepared.

The wine prepared by Nioh is actually a very popular mixed cocktail in later generations (yes, it is the kind of RIO) - the alcohol content is also small, but the taste is not quite like soda, and this kind of mixed cocktail can be drunk as soda.

The cocktail styles that can be bought now are not as common and popular as later generations. Compared with beer, the alcohol content is still higher, and the taste of alcohol may be stronger, but Nioh doesn’t think Kirihara can taste it.

In the previous life, they also ordered wine at the dinner party after winning the national championship in the second national competition. They ordered both sake and shochu, as well as beer. Kirihara was the first to get drunk. He can only tell the truth, say what he asks, loses his temper, cries while holding Sanada in his arms, and gives them material for a year of jokes.

Nioh was not worried that the bottles of shochu mixed with soda in his bag would not overwhelm him.

This is the case.

Under the eyes of a few tacit seniors, Kirihara unknowingly drank a bottle of sparkling wine and opened another, already half-drunk.

Ren Wang reckoned that this level was enough, so he asked seemingly casually: "By the way, I heard that you are in a bad mood? What's the matter?"

Kirihara hiccupped, and when he looked up, tears were already in his eyes.

"Senior, am I really not talented at all in tennis?" He murmured this sentence, causing Marui to stop the hand holding the chopsticks.Looking around, Marui sighed reassuringly when no one was paying attention to them who were eating in this corner.

"What are you talking about, kid?" If even you feel that you have no talent, then what are we who have been paying attention to you from the beginning?

"The same is true for the minister, the vice-minister, and senior Liu. It seems that he defeated me without even breaking a sweat. No matter how much I practice, the distance seems to be widened when we meet every day. Gradually, I don't have the confidence to go to the senior again. We challenged you." Kirihara muttered to the empty noodle bowl, "But what happened at the beginning of school seems to have brought me a lot of attention. As soon as I turned around, even the other freshmen thought it was strange that I was so quiet!"

His voice gradually became louder: "It's as if I'm so arrogant! People who are not as strong as me have any right to complain about me behind my back! It's obviously their own problem, but they have to contact me! Trouble! It's annoying!"

"I don't want to be like this..."

"Is there anything wrong with challenging stronger opponents? Isn't it normal for me to challenge my seniors? As a result, it seems that my seniors are paying attention, and my classmates are also paying attention. It makes me feel that something is wrong if I don't become stronger quickly. .”

"Obviously something like tennis can't be strengthened in the short term."

Kirihara's voice lowered again: "I hate this the most. The sour words behind people's backs still look like I'm right! The seniors also hate it, and they don't give their best to compete with me! The training menu has been completed very hard. , but the most hopeless thing is that such hard work has no results at all."

"I, am I really not suitable for playing tennis?"

Marui listened to Kirihara's drunken words with complicated eyes, covered his forehead and complained: "This kid is so fragile, he can't resist pressure, really."

"There's a reason, right? Indeed, Sanada, Yukimura, and Liu, have extraordinary expectations on their body, even if they are single-celled, they will feel it." Nioh rested his chin, "Indeed, the first-year If you can’t use your aura to suppress the opposition, or simply ignore it, it’s normal to be affected by other people’s sour words.”

"Still a child." Liu Sheng concluded with this sentence.

"Troublesome, we're not psychiatrists." Marui scratched his hair anxiously.

Kirihara over there had already drank more than half of the second bottle of sparkling wine driven by instinct, and the degree of half-drunkness deepened, almost falling into deep drunkenness.

When it comes to getting drunk, some people will sit quietly and sleep or be in a daze, some people will pull people to apologize or thank you, and some people will run all over the place, looking for people to hug and kiss.

Kirihara is neither, his drunkenness is another style of painting.

Holding someone and crying.

Next to him was Kuwahara, with a solid body and muscular body, and it really felt good to hold him—so Kirihara hugged and rubbed twice, buried his face in Kuwahara's sports coat, and began to cry loudly.

Most of the voice was covered by the clothes, and it wasn't too noticeable.

"What should we do now?" Kuwahara looked at the trio at a loss.

"Cold salad." King Ren groaned, stood up and packed his lunch box, "Send him home, I've spoken out what's in my heart, I've cried so much, I'll wake up tomorrow and nothing will happen."

"Speaking as if you are very experienced, let's cry whenever you want, Nioh." Marui frowned and stood up to tidy up.

"Why, do you feel distressed?" King Ren looked at him teasingly.

"Why is my heart hurting..." Marui sighed while talking, "Really, I suddenly regret messing around with you."

"Don't you still say that your heart hurts?" King Ren shook his head, "It's fine, just send this kid back, he will be fine tomorrow."

"I know he's going to be fine. This kid's brain is not big at all. He can only store up a little bit of sadness. If he throws it out, can he be fine?" Marui retorted, "I just think it's because of him. It's too troublesome to waste our night by messing around."

Kuwahara half dragged and half held Kirihara out of the game hall, and when several people were standing at the street corner waiting for a rental, Marui looked at Kirihara who was only sobbing, and volleyed and clicked on Kirihara's exposed half. Forehead: "You boy, be careful! Are you laughing at us here by complaining to us about your lack of talent in tennis?"

"Learn to grow up. The future of Lihaida will be placed on your shoulders one day. At that time, who else can make you hug and cry?"

"The car is coming." Nioh patted Marui on the shoulder.

"Well, Kuwahara and I will take him back." Marui looked at the stopped taxi with his arms crossed and frowned, "I'm sorry to trouble you today."

"Don't you regret asking me to come with you?"

"Tsk, next time, maybe I have to trouble you to buy alcohol, Nioh-san who can use phantom freely." Marui took out a new bubble gum from his pocket and threw it into his mouth, "Don't talk about what happened today. "

"Don't worry." King Ni agreed.

He watched the taxi leave in the dust, wondering if in his previous life, the junior who was always full of vitality in his memory also had such a weak psychological journey that can be called a dark history.It should be there, but he didn't discover it in his previous life.

Afterwards, such fragility and weakness gradually disappeared, and even if there was still a childish side occasionally, this junior, who was still a child, gradually became an indispensable and reliable member of Lihai University.

You need to grow up quickly, Xiao Chiye.

Nioh thought to himself.

He brushed his shattered hair that was blown by the wind, and grabbed the strap of the tennis bag: "Let's go, Bilushi."

"Ah."

The night spread to this small corner of the city.

And when tonight passes and the sun rises tomorrow, what happened this night will also be buried by time.

20 years later, he was plagued by illness, and every time he wanted to give up, he still endured cynicism and stood in the middle of the court. Kirihara, who has become a truly indomitable and strong man, will not remember that on an ordinary night 20 years ago, he once hugged The seniors who were not very familiar with each other uttered sad words and cried in a mess.

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