[Xingren] Chase and escape

Where is this liking?You just watch Nioh hooking shoulders with Yagyu, Marui, and Kirihara all day long (... Huh, summing up Nioh's popularity is pretty good?), and you don't show any signs of it?

Liu felt that he was about to despair, was it because his own ability to bear it was too weak or those two people were too calm?

Emotions are still there, of course, but I can’t feel them when I’m busy.

Yukimura said swearingly that I like Nioh, but before this matter, of course, was tennis tennis.

After playing the last middle school league in high school and the last U17 World Cup, he officially signed a contract with the club he had already negotiated.He also did not take the domestic college entrance examination, and got the local examination quota for that year directly after he was registered in the language school and the local high school.

It is one aspect that the family has conditions, and another aspect is that Yukimura himself is good enough.

Then there is uninterrupted training, training, competition and competition.

In fact, Asians do not have an advantage in participating in tennis leagues in Europe, but Yukimura went smoothly.

His performance at U17 has already attracted a lot of attention for him, and he has his own sponsors at all, and he doesn't even have any worries about participating in some commercial competitions like Tezuka.

Atobe once said to him through gritted teeth: "Why did your family let you out to play job sites?"

Atobe, who also has a good family background, had to transfer to an aristocratic business university after graduating from high school.The result of his argument with his family is that he played tennis for three more years in high school, and there is really no comparison with Yukimura.

Fortunately, the village knows that he can do whatever he wants, in the final analysis, it is the guilt of his family members.

Yukimura felt sad when he went to the operating room alone during the major surgery in junior high school.

The teammates are playing games, and the family is working.

Of course Yukimura knew that this situation was caused by his deteriorating physical condition which led to an earlier operation time, but a 14-year-old boy, when he thought he might die, could not even see his family members, of course he would be sad of.

Then Yukimura suddenly realized, ah, my initial affection for Nioh probably started from being sick and hospitalized.

The most annoying thing when visiting a doctor is a person like Sanada who always says things like "Seiichi, you have to be strong" and "Seishi, we will wait for you to come back", as if he is so weak and must be human Encouragement is the same (and that guy actually has the guts to give him a punch! Is the iron fist sanction used to beat him?!).The second thing I hate is that Liu tirelessly provides him with all kinds of relevant information, so that he can't help but diverge his thinking.

Of course he knew that these two little friends were doing it for his own good, but wouldn't it be okay if the patient's mood swings were a little bigger?

He shouldn't be weak, but he can't always look like a fortress when he's sick.

Among the few remaining people... Mrs. Wen could soothe his mood every time, but it was too noisy.Qieyuan didn't know why he behaved like a quail every time he came to visit the sick, and he wasn't really a big devil.Kuwahara always stood behind the crowd with his head scratching his head, while Yagyu felt aloof and indifferent.The last Nioh...

What was Nioh's performance when he visited the sick?

From time to time, I would pounce on his hospital bed, move the flowers on the table next to me, or flip through the picture album he just had at hand.He would come to his ear and gossip about what happened in school, or flirt with Marui and Kirihara, making them go crazy.In short, it can arouse his curiosity and desire to watch the excitement, and make him feel better.

In fact, he is the always calm fraudster Nioh who plays with his head, but he is also a very considerate person in his heart.

Yukimura probably noticed this from then on.

Why bother to pretend to be a hospital nurse when giving gifts?

He recognized it.

If you want him to be unrecognizable, then act more realistically.

Yukimura felt that besides being considerate, Nioh might be a little awkward.

And Yukimura has always felt that after returning to school after leaving the hospital, he can still talk about all kinds of school news, thanks to Nioh who always comes to the hospital to talk to him when he has nothing to do.

Although the authenticity of those nagging needs to be considered.

So when the outside world commented that Nioh is a terrible person, he took advantage of the situation to describe "this is a man who can deceive the devil", but he added a suffix in his heart, but unfortunately he couldn't deceive me.

Thinking of this, the curvature of Yukimura's mouth became soft.

His movements were crisp and neat, and he had already gotten to the point while recalling, and he had successfully dealt with the issue of clothes when the recall was over.

The man under him didn't make a sound after making those two monotones representing doubts, probably thinking of other ways.

Where is there any other way?

Yukimura decided to make a move, so he wouldn't give Nioh any more chances.

He turned his head to look into Niwang's eyes.

Probably the impact of the night was a bit too much for this man, Yukimura could see a little bit of panic in those fox-like eyes.He raised his hand to caress the red eyes of this person: "Have you prepared yourself psychologically?"

Nioh shifted the focus of his gaze to Yukimura's face.

He licked his dry lips and sighed: "I don't know, let's try it first?"

"Then try it."

Yukimura's voice fell.He lowered his head and kissed Nioh's bloodless lips, then sank down.

pain.

And heat.

King Ni felt it was absurd in his heart, but the painful cries he said were blocked in his mouth.

The weight of the other man weighed down, and Nio felt like a fish on a chopping board, the kind of fish that ran aground and was picked up by unscrupulous fishermen.

His rationality faded away bit by bit, and the remaining calmness was forced back in a corner, struggling to function.

But it's useless to be clear-headed. It's obvious that the body doesn't listen to it.

Nioh blinked, and saw the expression on Yukimura's face clearly through the light.

A little soft, a little paranoid, a little gentle, and a little firm.

Nioh almost thought he was a tennis ball.

Really, he always thought that Yukimura would only stare at the tennis ball with such an expression!

Closing his eyes in despair, Nio put his legs around Yukimura's waist.

Halfway through, Nioh's cell phone rang.

Yukimura's detective took it over and held it in front of Nioh, Nioh turned his head to look at it, and reluctantly motioned for Yukimura to connect.

He wanted to pick it up by himself, but his hands were still tied.

It was Nioh's manager who called.

Yukimura pressed the answer button and held the phone to Nio's ear.

"...Is there something wrong?" King Ren asked.

"Nio, are you still in the hotel? Didn't you run around? I heard that someone wants to deal with you." The manager's voice was a little nervous, "Or is it that you have already been recruited?"

"...It's okay. I'm still in the hotel." Nioh said.

Yukimura didn't stop talking on the phone, and Nioh couldn't help panting a bit.

So the agent at the other end felt something was wrong: "Wait, where are you now? Still in the hotel? You're not in someone's bed, are you?"

Couldn't help but rolled his eyes, Nioh adjusted his breathing: "Are you okay?"

"...Which person's bed are you really in? You can't. Don't you always refuse to be courted by others, or is it that the person who is going to do something to you is planning to take a picture of you? You haven't been photographed, have you?"

"No. I met an old friend." King Ren choked for a moment, suppressed a gasp, "I'll call you tomorrow, so I'll hang up now....Don't worry about nothing going wrong."

After he finished speaking, he signaled Yukimura to take the phone away quickly, and didn't bother to think about whether the manager on the other end looked pitiful.

After hanging up the phone, Yukimura threw the phone aside, grabbed Nioh's waist, turned over, and said with a smile, "Old friend?"

Nioh suddenly changed to the posture of lying on Yukimura's body, gritted his teeth and survived the throbbing for a while, and then snorted softly: "Otherwise?"

"It sounds like you also have a good impression of me, aren't you completely reluctant?"

Hearing the smile and meaning in this sentence, Niwang couldn't bear it and wanted to turn his face.It's a pity that he can't move now and has no strength, so after staring at Yukimura's shoulder in front of him for three seconds, he bites hard.

Then he was forced by faster and heavier attacks and couldn't stop the sound anymore.

When Yukimura came back with breakfast, Nioh was already awake, lying on the bed talking on the phone.

The room was dark, the lights were off, and the curtains were drawn tightly.

Yukimura checked before going out, in order to let Nioh sleep a little longer.But since the person is already awake, it is better to turn on the light.With that in mind, he took two steps and pressed the switch of the headlight on the wall next to him.

Snapped.

The sound of turning on the light and the sudden light made Nio look back, and when he found that it was Yukimura, he turned back as if nothing had happened.

There is nothing wrong with facial expressions, tone of voice, and even every movement.

But Yukimura still saw a little bit of entanglement and a lot of subtlety from Nioh's micro expression.

subtle.

Pretty much a mess of emotions, right?

Yukimura felt a sense of accomplishment to be able to dig out such a reaction from the fraudster.

Yukimura thought with a smile.

But for King Ni, it was impossible to act as if nothing had happened when such a thing happened.

So when Yukimura put the sweet porridge brought back on the bedside table, Nioh had already finished his last polite words quickly, and hung up the phone without paying attention to the tone of the manager on the other end who was about to cry.

He threw the phone aside, rolled twice on the bed, and finally hugged the quilt on his back and looked at Yukimura standing beside the bed.