【Fuji Tsuka】On how to fall in love when two people are seamless

Boom, snap.

Boom, bang, bang bang.

The sound of hitting balls came one after another in the tennis court. Fuji and Tezuka found a bench under a cherry tree, swept away the fallen flowers, and sat down facing the court.

The time went back to many years ago in a trance, and they sat side by side like this, facing the tennis court. The inside and outside of the court are the most "youthful" memories and pictures of youth.

In the past, Tezuka and Fuji always watched teammates and opponents play seriously. When they saw the highlights, Fuji couldn't help but comment on one or two, and then turned around to ask Tezuka's opinion. Even if he couldn't respond, he still wanted to Asked, and asked for three years, so that in the end he could even understand Tezuka's most subtle expressions.

For example, the expression now.

"That's a good shot, the kid with the left hand."

Bu Er pointed to a kid who looked like a freshman in the field and held a red racket and said.

With such an evaluation, Tezuka immediately agreed.

"Yes." Tezuka did not hesitate, "Strength, technique, and physical fitness are all very good."

"Hehe~" Bu Er smiled, "But I still can't win against the head of the youth school back then."

Tezuka shook his head cautiously: "The strength of his waist and legs is better than that of me at the same age. He plays very steadily, and this advantage will become more obvious in the second half of the game."

Snapped!

Suddenly, as if the two players had fulfilled Tezuka's prophecy, they hit an empty ball and the score came to 5-3. The left-handed boy broke the opponent's serve.

Tezuka's expression remained unchanged, and continued: "He is very smart, he can coordinate the muscles of the whole body, turn his waist to drive his body to use inertia to return the ball, that kind of return ball is very powerful, and can neutralize the opponent's attack, similar to..."

Fuji laughed, calmly as if he didn't notice Tezuka's pause.

"It's similar to the arrest of a brown bear, or..." Tezuka said, "The arrest of a unicorn."

"Hahahaha." Fuji laughed triumphantly, "Tezuka has a really good memory."

Tezuka pushed his glasses: "Because that is an opponent I have never been good at dealing with."

Fuji frowned, thinking hard: "Is there any? Do you really have an opponent you are not good at dealing with? A career Grand Slam winner?"

"Yes." Tezuka nodded affirmatively, "I only started to pay attention to waist and leg strength, including flexibility and coordination, after I went to Germany."

"Heh..." Fuji smiled softly.

Tezuka didn't answer.

"It's amazing." Fuji teased: "Whenever you mention tennis, you can talk endlessly, my lord."

Tezuka was taken aback, and glanced at Fuji without a trace.

"But...Germany." Fuji suddenly spread his arms behind his head, looked up at the sky, the bright sunlight behind the petals of the cherry blossoms made Fuji squint his eyes: "A lot of things have really happened since then. "

Quiet under the cherry blossom tree, the hearty duel in the tennis court entered the match point game of the left-handed teenager. With four sharp serves, the teenager won his serve without any accident. The total score was 6-3. The boy who holds the shot wins.

Tezuka Kunimitsu quietly watched the two people shake hands and hug each other in a friendly manner.

Tezuka looked at Fuji, and then at the sky.

He said, "Yes, Germany."

He thought for a long time, and said, "Although I paid a lot, I don't regret it."

Bu Er, who seemed to be falling asleep in the breeze, suddenly opened his eyes after that sentence, and a trace of sadness that should not belong to this moment flashed in the ice blue eyes.

He always felt that he vaguely knew what price Tezuka had paid.

"Don't you regret...?" Fuji murmured.

"Ne, Tezuka. It's really fun playing tennis."

The tennis court began to be lively, a group of guys who looked like middle and high school students gathered together and discussed loudly where to have dinner later, or choose to find a bowling alley, and then have a showdown.

Fuji asked Tezuka, what do you think of the street tennis facilities that the Ministry of History has vigorously promoted and built?

Tezuka thought for a long time, as if he was considering a sentence to politely praise Keigo Atobe.

"It would be nice if Atobe had fewer LOGOs."

When Tezuka said this, Fuji laughed and told him: "This is already the result of Xiaohu's deletion of half when he was the executor."

Tezuka showed a knowing expression.

"However, the quality of the facilities is quite good." Tezuka continued: "The surrounding greenery is very good, I can consider renting a house here."

Bu Er was shocked: "You want to rent a house?"

Tezuka nodded: "Come to see the house nearby."

"Aren't you going back to your hometown?"

Tezuka frowned: "It's not convenient."

Bu Er sighed: "You are too efficient. Didn't you finish the long-distance flight in the morning? Why don't you let your agent or assistant look at the house? You should rest now."

Tezuka shook his head: "She is looking at another house."

Bu Er sighed: "How should I put it... I really deserve to be you."

"So." Tezuka let the flow go: "You can accompany me to see the house, the agreed time is coming soon."

"Oh... what, what?!" Fuji stammered, "Why do you want me to accompany you..."

"Hand, Tezuka Great God———————————————————————!"

Before Fuji had finished speaking, he was suddenly deafened by a scream that swallowed mountains and rivers. Fuji and Tezuka glanced at each other, and suddenly understood something extraordinary.

They stiffened their necks and turned their heads to look at the end of the cherry blossom alley. The group of high school students walking together in the stadium had already arrived in front of them. The leader with sharp eyes immediately saw... who was sitting on the bench.

who.

Who is that?

Who.

Isn't it thanks to the gift of the Japanese media that he was packaged as the greatest tennis player in Japan's history by crazy publicity, the winner of the four professional tennis grand slams, and now the world's sixth-ranked tennis hero, Tezuka Kunimitsu? !

"Ahhhh-"

"Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."

"Hand in hand, hand in hand, hand in hand, Tezuka-senpai——"

"It's really him!!!"

Just like in those years, the carp saw Longmen, Takashi Kawamura got the tennis racket, and the girls surrounded Keigo Atobe...

In an instant, the cherry blossom trail in front of Tezuka and Fuji exploded, and the adoring and restless voices of the young people rolled the cherry blossom petals towards them like a storm.

With the sound of crackling footsteps, the "enemy" still has five seconds to reach the battlefield.

"No two!"

Someone's stern voice was the same as back then.

"Yes! Minister." Fuji said with a serious expression, "We seem to have done something wrong."

Yes, how can a popular world champion tennis player stand naked outside a street tennis court without any cover-up, even without a mask? !

"so--"

Fuji smiled and grabbed Tezuka Kunimitsu's wrist.

"Ne, Tezuka. Three two one, run!"

He dragged Tezuka and ran 300 meters, and finally escaped the enthusiastic fans behind a newspaper rack in a Lawson convenience store.

The two probed their brains to make sure that the crisis was resolved, and then they walked out from behind the narrow bookshelf and ran out of the convenience store, laughing at Tezuka, saying that the physical strength of the world champion is actually mediocre.

Tezuka told him that he had only completed the sixteen-hour flight.

Taking a step forward, Tezuka, who had confirmed the location of the mobile phone, strode ahead, and Fuji followed lightly behind, saying that he also stayed up for 37 hours all night, not to mention having a terrible dream while sleeping.

"How scary?" Tezuka asked casually.

Bu Er smiled and decided to keep the content of the dream secret.

With three turns and two turns, Bu Er found that they had entered a private residential area with strict security. The security guard who was watching the tennis match recognized Tezuka, but behaved very politely and normally, and let the two enter after confirming his rental needs.

Fuji highly praised the professionalism of the security guard, saying that under the propaganda campaign of Japanese media "deifying Tezuka" these years, there are not many fans who can still be so calm when they see Tezuka himself. The security of this apartment is really quite good. Reliable.

Tezuka expressed his disapproval, and reminded Fuji that the security guard was an uncle over 50 years old, and he should not do any excited "star chasing behavior" anyway.

Fuji laughed to express his disapproval, and said: "Tezuka, please don't be modest, you are the type who can kill men, women, old and young. Don't forget that when I first opened Twitter, because of your @, there were too many 60 followers."

While talking, Tezuka took Fuji to the door of the apartment on the top floor. The time was just right. The real estate manager opened the door and warmly welcomed the two of them in. He bowed ninety degrees to welcome them.

It was an exquisitely decorated duplex apartment located on the nineteenth floor, with good lighting and a wide view.

The first floor is equipped with a living room, kitchen, bathroom, fitness corner, and a bedroom that can also be used as a utility room. The second floor is more private, with only a master bedroom and a huge semi-open open-air balcony.

Fuji walked around with a camera, asked if he could take pictures, got permission and went to the balcony on the second floor.

He couldn't help admiring Tezuka's vision, this house was of a first-class standard both in terms of geographical environment and decoration layout, and the rent was also worth a lot.

The real estate manager was still talking about everything in the room to Tezuka. They also came to the second floor and came to the balcony. Fuji suddenly asked a question.

"Can this balcony be remodeled?"

The manager was dumbfounded by the question, and Tezuka on the side kindly reminded: "Can the glass greenhouse be built?"

"Oh!" The manager suddenly realized: "There should be no problem. I heard that the owner originally wanted to build a greenhouse, but later he had to go abroad due to work, so he wanted to rent it out. Mr. Tezuka, please wait a moment, I will call you Ask."

"No need." Tezuka stopped the real estate manager who was about to make a call, then fell silent and stopped talking.

The manager hesitated to speak, not understanding why Tezuka suddenly ended this topic.

The room became quiet, and after a long time, the manager followed Tezuka's gentle gaze and found the photographer at the other end of the open-air balcony, surrounded by the warm sun.

Fuji curled up there, holding a black Nikon camera, the sun's furry reflections on his body turned him into a brown fuzzy creature.

A pot of daisy flowers with white petals is facing the sun and blooming just right.

Buer found it, focused on it, and said to the white flower when he pressed the shutter: "Eggplant."

Tezuka was behind, watching all this quietly.

Seeing that Fuji uploaded the photos to his smartphone, he opened Twitter and @ Attorney General Yukimura Seichi and playwright Kuranosuke Shiraishi.

Ding.

Tezuka's cell phone beeped at the right time, and Fuji turned around and laughed.

He was familiar with that voice, it was the voice of the Twitter app sending push messages.

Tezuka Kuni opened the screen smoothly, clicked on the client with a red dot on it, and saw the pot of white daisies in front of him on the screen.

Bu Er Zhou Zhu, updated on Twitter, only said two words.

"A chance encounter."

After a long time, the real estate manager followed Tezuka inexplicably, and returned to the first floor. Tezuka dialed a number calmly, and completed an order in a calm and clean voice.

"Kris, there is no need to visit the next four places."

"I found a place to live."

With three consecutive bows from the real estate manager, Tezuka and Fuji left the apartment and returned to the gate of the residential complex.

The residential area is very quiet, and a fountain at the entrance is very elegantly decorated.

I greeted the uncle security guard at the door, and the man respectfully opened the door to let him through.

However, just after taking a few steps, Tezuka was stopped by someone.

Both of them turned around, and Fuji and Tezuka happened to see the security uncle, blushing, and chased after him, stammeringly took out a pen and a notebook, handed them to Tezuka, stumbled and said, "Can I trouble you?" , Here, for my granddaughter...to sign..."

"Pfft." Fu Er's elegant performance made him shake his shoulders with a smile.

Tezuka glanced at him, took the pen and paper obediently, and signed his name.

The security uncle bowed three times thankfully, and then ran away, his feet were not smooth, and he almost fell down.

"Hahahahahaha———————" Bu Er laughed wantonly, and it would not be an exaggeration to describe it as trembling flowers and branches.

"Ne, Tezuka. Are you sure you want to live here? I suddenly feel that the security staff here is not very professional!"

Soon after, Tezuka sent Fuji to the bus.

Most people who know him well know that he prefers taking the bus over all other means of transportation.

It only took Tezuka an hour to settle down on the residence, with nothing to do, and his assistant was still on the way to pick him up by car.

Accompanying Buer in the bus for a full 10 minutes, Buer was still laughing about the incident just now.

After waiting for another 5 minutes, Buer laughed enough, and he saw the shadow of the bus he was going to take approaching from a distance.

Suddenly, Tezuka "strikes back".

"give it to me."

Tezuka suddenly stretched out his right hand, begging Fuji for something.

"what?"

No wonder.

"Paper and pen, sign." Tezuka pushed his glasses: "I will also sign for you."

Bu Er was confused: "Sign, sign?"

"The planning case, on the last page, there is an interviewer's consent form, isn't it?"

Tezuka pointed to the black-covered "Tezuka Kunimitsu Biographical Planning Book" that Fuji had been holding in his hand, and Fuji was stunned.

"You know?" Fuji was almost surprised when he heard his own voice.

"Atobe approached me, but I refused." Tezuka replied almost indifferently.

"why?"

"trouble."

Fu Er: "Then?"

"And then he found you."

Bu Er raised his forehead again: "So?"

Tezuka sighed inaudibly, expressing his helplessness.

Then, no one spoke again.

The bus pulled into the station, but Fuji couldn't get on it.

The moment the bus door closed, Tezuka Kunimitsu calmly signed his name on the last page of the book plan of 107 Publishing House under the Atobe Foundation, holding a pen with his left hand.

He signed Bu Er, as usual, cautious and confident.

Buer asked him: "Why don't you look at the content of the plan?"

He replied, "I trust you completely."

But Buer laughed: "Even if I ask you to take nude photos, it's okay?"

Tezuka nodded: "Yes, but I don't guarantee that the me in the photo will disappear."

Bu Er chuckled, the moment he closed the plan, the wind from the pages of the book blew his bangs.

Tezuka saw his clear eyes clearly.

Ice blue, elegant and proud.

"Ne, Tezuka. Then let the magician of the wind and the perfection of seamlessness fight for another round!"