Shadow in the sun of "Net King bl Doujin"

Part7

How could Nioh Masaharu be such an idiot to ask Liu Lianji this question?Because he will definitely be bombarded with a lot of data to the scum, and he will probably even record the color of the underwear he is wearing... That data freak!

Liu Lian'er, who was working in the student union, sneezed violently, she was completely out of shape.He rubbed his nose and sighed secretly that he might have a cold.If the mild-mannered Liu Jun knew that he was a data freak in King Ni's heart, what kind of expression would he have?

However, the atmosphere in the club that was supposed to be joyful disappeared due to a bad news.

One week before the Metropolitan Convention, the president of the tennis club, Seiichi Yukimura, suddenly fainted unexpectedly. When he was sent to the hospital, everyone learned a very bad news: President Yukimura had Gerry-Barré Syndrome .

"Gerry-Barré syndrome is commonly known as inflammation of the nerve endings. It will cause temporary loss of consciousness, and may lose the five senses in severe cases." As the future director of the hospital, Yagyu Hiroshi explained to everyone.

"Isn't that the same as the president's elimination of five senses?!" Marui Bunta's eyes were red, and even his favorite chewing gum on weekdays became less and less flavorful.

Everyone was silent.

"Then what kind of treatment is needed?" Genichiro Sanada asked in a deep voice.

"It can be treated with surgery," Liu Sheng lowered his head, "but the success rate of the surgery is only 4%. Even if it succeeds, the president may... never be able to play tennis again..."

These words hit everyone's hearts like a heavy hammer.Suddenly, there was a sound of broken glass coming from the ward, and everyone was about to enter the door to inquire, when they heard Yukimura Seichi's low growl.

"Yukimura, how are you?" Genichiro Sanada asked anxiously.

"Sanada..." Seiichi Yukimura sat on the ground leaning on the sliding door, buried his face in his arms, "You guys go..."

"President..." Marui Bunta wanted to say something, but all he was left with was Yukimura Seiichi's sobs.

After all, he was only a child of thirteen or fourteen, how could he bear such pain and torture?

"Let's go." Yagyu Hiroshi pushed Nioh and others, "Let the president be quiet."