Seiichi: Please call me God

Yukimura quietly flipped through the poetry collection in his hand.The days in the hospital are not boring.Every day, you can take care of flowers and plants, review your homework, and watch your favorite movies and books.

This can even be called a leisurely life.

You don't have to spend five or six hours training hard every day, and you don't have to go home tired after sweating.

It sounds like such a life seems to be the dream of many people.

But among such people, there is no Xingcun.

He put down the collection of poems in his hand, got off the bed, and walked slowly to the desk.

After being admitted to the hospital for more than a month, it is already an unattainable luxury for him to want to be as light and dexterous as before.But Yukimura didn't even look at the crutches placed beside the hospital bed.

Even though his body is already paralyzed, Yukimura Seichi is still Yukimura Seichi.His pride does not allow him to hobble like an old man with a cane, even if he walks slowly, even if he may fall, but he does not want anyone to help him, nor does he want to sit in a wheelchair.If one day, he can't even control his body muscles freely, he will choose to lie on the hospital bed. — don't bother anyone.

The tennis bag on the desk has not been opened for a long time.

Yukimura stroked the surface of the bag lightly, then slowly pulled it away.Taking out the racket that has been with him for many years, Yukimura's fingers firmly gripped the handle of the ball irresistibly.

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

But suddenly, an uncontrollable numbness gradually spread from the distal end of the fingers to the upper arm. He tried to hold down the spasmodic right hand with his left hand, but the racket had already "snapped" to the ground.

This voice is so clear in the quiet ward.

There were hurried footsteps outside the door.

The door was flung open.

"What's wrong, Yukimura-kun!" Jasmine, the little nurse who has been taking care of Yukimura, asked hastily.

Yukimura lowered his head, and with his back turned, Jasmine could only vaguely see his side face, but couldn't clearly see his expression at the moment.

There was a sudden eerie silence in the ward.

Jasmine froze on the spot in embarrassment, she felt as if she had inadvertently destroyed something.

But after a long time, Yukimura squatted down quietly, picked up his racket slowly but firmly, and turned around so that Jasmine could see his expression.

The corners of the mouth curved slightly.

"It's nothing, Jasmine." Yukimura's smile was still so warm and warm, like a spring breeze.

Jasmine was suddenly at a loss, she managed to force a smile: "I'm really sorry for barging in so recklessly. I'm sorry, Yukimura-kun, I'm going back." Jasmine bowed apologetically and trotted quickly Walking out of the ward, he quickly closed the door with a "snap".

Yukimura's smile gradually disappeared, he looked at his hand, wondering what he was thinking.

Jasmine outside the door tightly held the handle with one hand, and covered her mouth with the other. She leaned against the door, desperately trying to hold back the soreness spreading from her chest, trying not to let her sobs make a sound.

But in the end, the tears still fell to the ground drop by drop.Wet the clean white bricks...

Although living in the New York Institute of Medicine, the conditions in all aspects are much better than Imai Hospital and Tokyo General Hospital, and the ward is directly adjacent to the garden.

But for some reason, Yukimura still likes to go to the rooftop to overlook the scenery.

Of course, the New York Institute of Medicine is not a low five-story building like the Tokyo General Hospital. The main building has more than 30 floors. To get to the rooftop, it is natural to choose to take the elevator.

Yukimura has to admit that for his current self, this is indeed the gospel.

The air on the rooftop is very fresh. Taking a deep breath here seems to be far away from the hustle and bustle of New York.

Yukimura held onto the railing on the balcony, his eyes fixed on the distant clouds for a long time, wondering what he was thinking in ecstasy.The smile on the corner of the mouth was still at an impeccable thirty-degree angle, but it gradually lost its warmth.

He looked down at his palms.The blue blood vessels are clearly visible under the fair skin.Numerous pinholes lined up on the slender wrist, which looked a bit terrifying and ferocious.

Yukimura smiled wryly.He thought he should have been able to bear such a situation, and even anticipated worse situations.However, the intrusion of nightmares every day and night accuses him of self-deception.It seems that he wants to take off his disguise mask severely before giving up.

His 15 years old should have been a splendid time.But trapped and locked in this small world.

Yes, he admitted, he was unwilling.

Even though he had planned everything for himself in the most rational way, he calmly contacted the New York Medical Research Institute, calmly led Li Haida to win the second consecutive championship, calmly came to New York alone, and calmly received daily medication Smile.

There were no tears on his face.There was no painful struggle in his eyes.

only……

Yukimura held onto the railing tightly, as if trying to break the iron cage in vain.

"After all, I'm not reconciled." Yukimura sighed in a low voice, but he quickly raised his head and looked at the distant sky with piercing eyes, "One day, one day, I will return to the place that belongs to me, Farewell to this place forever and ever..."

Yukimura closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, it was clear again.He turned around and walked back step by step.The knees were already bent under the load, and the thin body seemed to be about to be crushed by the invisible weight.Not to mention the arbitrariness of wearing a jacket and galloping on the court in the past, even walking upright like an ordinary person is extremely difficult for him.

But even though he walked very slowly, he never stopped...

Back in the ward, Jasmine was concentrating on preparing today's medicine for Yukimura.

"Ah, you're back, Yukimura-kun. You had an unknown visitor today, but unfortunately you weren't here, so he left behind this bouquet of roses and left. I counted them secretly just now, but there are enough There are nine hundred and ninety-nine flowers." Jasmine had an ambiguous smile on her face, "Here, this is today's medicine, remember to take it on time."

After finishing speaking, Jasmine walked out of the room with a smile, muttering as she walked, "You are so young!"

Yukimura blinked blankly, walked to the hospital bed, and picked up the bouquet of roses that looked so gorgeous at first glance with a little difficulty.Looking at the fresh dewdrops on the flower, he knew that it should have been picked not long ago. He lowered his head and sniffed, and the rich fragrance came to his nostrils. For some reason, his mood immediately became much brighter.

Only then did Yukimura notice that there was a beautifully packaged box under the roses. He put down the roses, picked up the box on the table, carefully unwrapped the gold-rimmed ribbon, opened the silver-blue box, and saw A beautifully bound collection of Renoir paintings.

Yukimura's smile grew brighter.

Picking up the album, Yukimura opened the title page, and saw the flying writing on it.

"I heard that you, Yukimura, have been hospitalized recently. As the biggest stumbling block on the ice emperor's way to win the championship, I reluctantly prepared a gift. I hope that when you receive it, it is already equivalent to a gift from the hospital. Well, since it is Ben One of the most magnificent opponents of the uncle, I think you will return unremittingly. This year's national competition, Ice Emperor will definitely fight Lihai led by you."

Yukimura couldn't help but chuckle.There is only one person he knows who has such a gorgeous self.I didn't expect Atobe to be so considerate, he is really a good person who is cold on the outside and hot on the inside.

Putting down the album in his hand, Yukimura sat down at the desk, picked up a blank card (by the way, isn't this for recording cases...) and started writing.Although the handwriting is not as elegant and calm as before, there are small tremors between the strokes, and even some small ink dots, but it still cannot erase its elegance and delicacy.

Yukimura put the card in an envelope, and planned to ask Miss Jasmine to send it to the post office to send it back to Japan tomorrow, and asked Sanada to hand it over to Atobe.But I didn't expect Atobe to make moves completely out of common sense...

"Sorry, the ward is relatively simple, so only green tea is prepared." Yukimura opened the cabinet, took out a white porcelain cup and poured a cup of green tea for Atobe.

Atobe stroked the tear mole at the corner of his eye: "How can mere green tea be able to obliterate my magnificence?"

Yukimura laughed.

"It's a great honor for Atobe-kun to come to see me." Yukimura smiled from the bottom of his heart, "Since I was hospitalized, this place has been very deserted, except for children from other wards visiting here and there."

"My uncle goes to New York every month to handle affairs here in the United States. I heard that you are sick, so I stopped by to have a look."

Yukimura knew that it was definitely not the way to go. After all, his time in the United States was limited, and there were definitely a lot of things to deal with.

"Well, but Atobe-kun's arrival really makes this place flourish."

"Heh." Atobe was noncommittal.

"Originally, I wanted to send Atobe-kun a card to express my gratitude. Since Atobe-kun is here, I will give it to you personally. I hope the sincerity is enough." Yukimura handed the card on the table to Atobe.

Atobe took it and put it in the pocket of his suit.

"The strength of the New York Institute of Medicine is second to none in the world. I look forward to your battle with Ice Emperor in the Kanto Contest. In addition, here is the phone number of the New York branch of the Atobe Family. Although with your character, I don't think you I will take the initiative to ask for help, but..." Atobe handed over the business card, "When a person is abroad, even Yukimura Seiichi, there will be times when he can't do it."

"Thank you, Atobe." Yukimura was not shy.

Atobe is a generous person, and Yukimura is not stingy either.Although at present, as a patient who is still in the hospital, he cannot express his gratitude, but...

"I have received Atobe-kun's kindness. As a gift in return, I hope Tachikai and Hyotei can hold a friendly match." Yukimura laughed.

"I don't need you to be so polite."

"It's not polite..." Yukimura bent his lips, "It's a gift to meet friends. Don't you think so?..."

Atobe laughed and said, "I'm not being disrespectful, my friend."