Seiichi: Please call me God

"I heard that the minister is returning to Japan today, right?" Kirihara chatted with Nioh next to him while hitting the ball, "I haven't seen the minister for a long time, this time we must have a good game with him."

"puri..." Nioh smirked, "Well, I have a great idea..."

Yukimura walked into the campus of Lihai University with a tennis bag on his shoulders. The security guard at the gate saw him and shouted in surprise: "Student Yukimura!"

"Mr. Narita, long time no see." Yukimura took off his sunglasses with a crooked smile, and waved his hand to greet the security guard, "Please keep it secret."

"Definitely." Narita nodded with a smile.

Walking on the long-lost campus path, under the beautiful French plane trees on both sides, there are layers of golden yellow leaves. The breeze blows and rolls up the falling leaves. Yukimura takes a deep breath. Li Haida, he is proud of this His alma mater, which is also proud of him, makes him feel happy and relaxed just by standing here.

When I came to the tennis department, it was already afternoon training time.

Since joining the professional net, Yukimura has seldom participated in the tennis club, and even the national competition only appeared in the finals and semi-finals. Although it makes everyone feel regretful, it is understandable, after all, he has already applied for a special one a year ago. After graduation, the school only requires him to take part in the final assessment to obtain a graduation certificate.

Seeing Yukimura in off-white sportswear appearing at the gate of the tennis court, the members who were active in the court immediately became lively and swarmed around him.

Yanagi, who was holding a notebook, and Sanada, who was reviewing the situation of the practice match with his hands folded over his chest, walked towards him quickly.

"Jingshi!"

"Long time no see, Genichiro, Renji." Yukimura smiled and hugged the two close friends.

Liu Qianqian raised the corners of her lips: "It seems that we must have a good reunion tonight!"

Yukimura nodded with a smile.

Sanada then said: "It's at my house. Grandfather has gone to Hokkaido, and my parents are also on vacation. The house happens to be empty, and everyone can come over at night."

At this time, Nioh and Mori also leisurely walked over, and Yagyu, Kirihara, Marui, and Kuwahara also came from the indoor court after hearing the news.

After a few pleasantries, Sanada left to resume normal training in the lower grades.

Kirihara turned his head and glanced at Nioh, and after getting a sure and playful wink from the other party, he simply touched his head and looked at Yukimura: "Minister, let's have a fight!"

"Okay." Yukimura rubbed Kirihara's hair.

"But since you are so powerful, Minister! It would be too boring to be killed by you." Kirihara said, Marui, Kuwahara, Yagyu and even Yanagi stood behind him silently.

"Since there is a competition, then of course you are the minister..." Kirihara stretched out a finger and pointed at Yukimura, then turned his head and nodded to himself, "One-on-one with us."

Not far away, Sanada pressed his hat and came over.

"Senichiro, even you..."

Yukimura tilted his head, there was no trace of anger in his purple eyes, but a trace of cunning that was not easy to detect: "It seems that you came prepared, yes, are you getting more and more courageous, Chiya~"

Kirihara subconsciously shook.

But even more surprising.

"Eight missing one." Liu put down the ballpoint pen in his hand, then turned to look at the runway behind.

Wearing a silver-gray Ice Emperor coat, Atobe, who was as exquisite and dazzling as Apollo, snapped his fingers: "Hmm, let's immerse yourself in my master's beauty!"

"Xiaojing?!" Yukimura raised his eyebrows and looked at Atobe, "It seems that you have planned it long ago."

"Since the tennis forum, setting up an encrypted chat group is no longer a problem." Liu said.

"Are you advertising, Renji?" Yukimura smiled meaningfully, "I hope your chat group is worthy of your score!"

Atobe secretly heightened his vigilance.

A nine-to-one game is unfair. Each opponent only needs to deal with one ball, while Yukimura has to deal with nine balls alone.However, for those who have been in the loser group or have already stolen from the loser group, this kind of training method can be said to be familiar to them, and Yukimura is naturally no problem, except for several of his opponents , especially... just strong.

"Do you know?" Yukimura raised one corner of his mouth, half of his face was shrouded in sunlight, and half of his face was shrouded in shadow, "Maybe, there is a more exciting way of competition than this, such as... this."

The ball whizzed past through the air and brushed against the broken hair on Liu Sheng's forehead. The gentleman's eyes widened uncommonly. Before his body could react, the ball had already disappeared in front of them.

"Is it exciting enough?" Yukimura raised his head slightly, "Serve and score, 15-0."

"Okay..." Kirihara was about to speak when Nio covered his mouth, "Don't say those two words."

"Hmm, it's really a dishonest provocation." Atobe turned his wrist and changed shots flexibly. Atobe, who is still active in the arena, has more extraordinary eyesight and wonderful skills than ever before. Tighten the serve in his hand, "Then let me see, can you catch this ball? Jingshi."

Atobe's sideways glance was directly received by Yukimura: "You can try it."

"Hey, aren't they a couple?" Maori rubbed his head, unable to react to the sudden turn of events, "Could this be... the rhythm of falling in love and killing each other?!"

"Senior, I don't know if this is the prelude, I just know that if you don't look at the front, you will deserve a beating!" Marui yelled in time, avoiding the tragedy of Maori's disfigurement.

"Wow! Yukimura, are you so angry?" Maori patted his chest in a daze, "Fortunately, I'm sensitive..."

"senior!!!"

The small yellow ball in free fall perfectly interprets the law of energy conservation.

Maori twitched the corners of his eyes: "I...will not rest in peace."

"Senior!" Marui leaned forward and pushed him, "Don't leave, if you leave, we'll lose all of us! This is terrible, terrible! Senior! Senior!! Senior!!!"

Mao Li straightened up: "Hey, I'm not dead yet."

Marui breathed a sigh of relief, and was dragged away by Brother Brazil.

"Minister, are you going with the strategy of knocking out an opponent with one ball?" Kirihara blinked, and there was an inexplicable gleam of worship in his eyes.

The mystery of the brainless fan is really vividly interpreted by you, Chi Ye...

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"Not bad, Yagyu, the laser speed has evolved!" Yukimura returned the ball easily.

Liu Sheng pushed his glasses in a leisurely way: "This is no longer a laser beam."

"Huh?" Atobe raised an eyebrow.

"Laser Beam 2.0." Liu Yu replied calmly.

Kirihara fell to the ground. "Is there any difference?"

"Evolutionary version." Liu Yu's glasses reflected light.Nioh couldn't help but took a step back.

So the end result is this...

Six (?) lay on the ground and pretended to be dead, while the three martyrs (Sanada, Yanagi, and Atobe) still resisted.

Half an hour later, only Atobe was left on the field.

"Congratulations for joining us." Liu Sheng stretched out his hand and shook Liu calmly.

Sanada pressed his hat: "It's so slack!"

"So in the end, it's still a couple who fell in love and killed each other!" King Ren raised his eyebrows.

Kuwahara rubbed his head: "By the way, none of you feel a little hungry?" Everyone looked up at the sky.

After the hearty match between Atobe and Yukimura, everyone took a shower in the exclusive shower room of the tennis club and planned to go to Sanada's house.Uh, speaking of the shower room, it's in the swimming department, well, that's a long story again...

"Enjoy the feast we have prepared for you, Minister!" Kirihara, wearing a crooked chef's hat, served plates of "delicious delicacies" in "various shapes" in an "awe-inspiring" manner.

Yukimura's eyes flickered, and he looked at the young master Atobe who was sitting on the sofa leisurely.

"Xiaojing." He raised the corner of his mouth, "Blessed to share."

Liu smiled and took notes: "Today's drink is provided by me personally, and the recipe is a gift from Sadaharu, very highly recommended!"

Just as Atobu picked up the drink, his slender fingers trembled calmly, with a calm and natural expression on his face: "It's really..." He choked up. "Mediocre work."

Yukimura raised the orange juice (?)

"Sorry, Lianji, I like to bring my own drinks."

"Good data." Liu Fen wrote quickly.

After a while of banter, the big meal made by Kuwahara and Yagyu was finally served.Given that Yukimura is such a powerful tennis player these days, how is it possible for everyone to actually feed him something... (muffled)?It was a rare gathering, even Liu would not want everyone to come in vertically and fall sideways. ——The workload of moving the corpse is a bit heavy.

Yukimura and the long-lost team members talked about interesting stories in the game, and shared their experience in the game with everyone. Occasionally, they met Atobe's eyes, and the eyes were full of tacit understanding.Needless to say, it is also happy and warm enough.

In fact, since Yukimura became a professional player, Atobe and him can no longer guarantee the time to meet.Sometimes even for a month, he can only chat via video or phone. Atobe often jokes that he is "for private use". Private jets follow Yukimura's game schedule. Sometimes when he needs to travel on business, he has to make an appointment in advance.But two years is enough for them to become more determined and cherish each other. Yukimura often jokes with Atobe: "Only the time when you are sick is the most regular time in your relationship."

Yukimura's hand quietly reached under the table and grabbed Atobe's, the two looked at each other and smiled, everything was kept silent.

After dinner, everyone got together in twos and threes to chat.

Kirihara followed Yukimura to the garden.

"Akaya, do you plan to become a professional player in the future?"

"Well, I plan to follow in the minister's footsteps!" The eyes of the kelp-headed boy were full of determination.

"Okay." Yukimura smiled, "If I retire one day and you are still playing at that time, I will be your coach."

Kirihara's eyes sparkled: "Really, Minister?"

"Well, at most 27 years old," Yukimura paused, "I will end my tennis career, of course, this does not mean that I give up tennis, just choose another way."

Kirihara was silent. He understood what Yukimura meant. Athletes are a profession with a high risk of injury. Many people are scarred and die young after retiring.Yukimura's body did not give him a chance to overdraw.

"Besides, this is Xiao Jing's meaning..." Yukimura blinked and handed Kirihara a business card, "If you want, you can become a player under Xiao Jing's banner, and I am also one of them now, maybe in the future It's your senior."

Kirihara adhered to the consistent belief of "following the minister and eating meat" and persisted to the end: "Good!"

"Aren't you afraid that I'll cheat you?"

"Impossible!" Kirihara said firmly, "And Atobe's character is not bad."

Yukimura smiled and patted his head.

In the evening, I sat in the car returning to Xingcun's house.Yukimura leaned sleepily on Atobu's shoulder.

"Xiaojing..."

"uh-huh?"

"It's good of us."

Atobe closed his eyes lightly, his voice was too soft to hear: "Yes."