[King of Nets_Trails] Birds and Fish

Chapter 61 [Vol.011] Green

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I woke up from a round of Echizen Ryuya and came back.

The sound of closing the door woke me up from my drowsy sleep. When I opened my eyes, I found that I had fallen asleep with only a blanket on.

He took out his phone and turned on the screen: it was ten o'clock.

I took out the cotton slippers from under the sofa, and before I could say a word, I was hugged.Long Ya, who was covered in sweat, rubbed her face against my neck, playing tricks on me as always: "I'm so tired, Xiaoliang."

Obviously those trainings are a piece of cake for him.

I pushed him away, and my tone was so calm that no one could see the clue: "Sorry, Long Ya. I forgot to cook tonight."

His hands climbed restlessly on my shoulders again, and he leaned against me.The hoarse voice was close to my ears, tingling like an electric shock.He teased me skillfully: "I'm not hungry. It's enough to eat you."

I hold his dancing fingers and break them apart one by one.I think my face must have been terrifyingly pale at that time, I closed my eyes lightly tiredly, and my throat was dry:

"……I'm tired."

Long Ya, who was separated from me by a wall, slept peacefully that night, but I hugged the pillow and opened my eyes until dawn.

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I opened the curtains early in the morning, and the foggy snow seemed to flood the whole city, and the petals of the six-pointed star covered the cold windows and dissipated in an instant.

I saw a boy in the snow outside the window. He was wearing gloves and rolling the snowball, and the tip of his nose was red from the cold.The unruly eyebrows and eyes rarely revealed a child-like happiness.He turned his head to face me from a distance, and suddenly waved to me excitedly.

Kind of childish.

I suddenly smiled.

So I, who always disliked his childishness, had a snowball fight with him in the snow wearing a down jacket and wrapped up like a bear, and was hit by him.

winter is here.

……

And this winter, Long Ya got a wild card from the professional network.He told me that by the early fall of next year, he will be able to participate in the four major tennis tournaments as a professional tennis player.But he couldn't wait until early autumn.

I was 17 years old that year.This is my third year in Los Angeles.

Echizen Ryuya.

I was sketching by the lake when Miss Eve called me, and she told me that Long Ya was missing.I put down my drawing board and rushed to see her without stopping, but I saw the training ground was in a mess and tennis balls were thrown all over the floor.

Miss Eve told me as calmly as possible with a trembling voice:

——Long Ya's previous black history of gambling on the underground tennis court was exposed.

For a tennis player who just wants to play a regular game, it is tantamount to a disaster.

Miss Eve said that Longya was in a bad mood at the time.

But Longya knew clearly that she was not someone who cared so much about that period of history.He lived recklessly and unrestrainedly, for him it was just another way of living.

She asked me, "Artemis, do you know where Wind will go?"

To be honest I don't know.

I can only look around for the person who ran away willfully like a headless chicken.

After Long Ya's illegal gambling was exposed, the public opinion on the Internet was almost overwhelming. Those people who had never met him tried their best to attack him and persistently called the organizing committee to suspend him.Ms. Eve said that the organizing committee seems to be considering disqualification from the four major competitions of Longya.

I found him on the underground tennis court.

The usually bustling underground tennis court was empty.

The dim light made his figure completely plunged into the shadows, and only half of his profile exposed to the light could be seen.He stood on the side of the court, with one hand in his pocket, holding the ball with his tennis racket.He was still wearing sportswear, his eyes were lowered, as if he was concentrating on the ball, but he didn't look like it.

I approached him: "...Long Ya."

He turned around and smiled lazily at me: "Do you want to play a game with me?"

As if the haze dissipated, clearing the clouds and seeing the fog.

I thought of the first time I saw Echizen Ryuya on the tennis court, also on this court.A high-spirited young man, he easily dealt with the provocations of his opponents.Thin lips hooked a ruffian-like smile, and the racket was in his hand freely, playing/playing/playing the opponent in the palm of his hand.Clothes fluttered, eyebrows and eyes unruly.

Standing on the court, Echizen Ryuya is confident and proud.

The breeze is coming, and the light is shining.

It was at that time that I clearly heard my own beating voice.

Stripped from the memory, I bent my lips and smiled: "Then you must remember to turn on the water."

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"I actually miss the days of gambling."

After getting off the court, Long Ya didn't sweat a single drop, but felt even more refreshed.It is unbelievable that Echizen Ryuya, a new samurai in the tennis world, deliberately let me hit "6-0". He wiped my sweat with a towel and said to me: "A game with no sun and no light is more suitable for me. .It allows me to see the wider world."

I watched his mouth open and close dumbly: "Long Ya."

"Shh."

He suddenly hugged me tightly, and his smile spread in my ears: "Listen to me first."

I let him hold it.

"But it's different now, Xiaoliang." He said, "I can't let you accompany me, sinking into the darkness."

……

For the first time, I felt that I seemed to be silent, and I became a stumbling block for him.It was I who made that boy Echizen Ryuya, who was as free as the wind, bonded.

I grabbed his tracksuit, tears wet the skirt.

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The organizing committee has not made a final conclusion yet, and Miss Eve said that there may be a chance of survival.She became completely busy and started running around to make connections for Long Ya.I have to say that Eve is indeed a qualified agent.

But it didn't work.

After repeated setbacks, Eve couldn't help asking me: "Artemis, do you know who Wind has offended? He's just such a black material, and the other party dug it out completely. It was a premeditated attempt to Put him to death."

I think of Patriarch Akimoto, my grandfather.

The Qiuyuan family has always been able to mix black and white for so many years, and Longya's gambling scandals cannot withstand deep digging.And that day, Patriarch Akimoto threatened me with a cane and a threatening tone:

"Liangxi, you don't have the right to choose."

He said.

I was shivering with cold.

But I couldn't speak to Eve's tired eyes.Showing an expression uglier than a smile, he said mechanically, "I don't know."

Maybe I killed him.

But Longya didn't seem to mind, at least he was normal in front of me.He promised me: "I'll let you see me on the court at a professional tennis game."

He was overconfident.

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Before I knew it, it was Long Ya's birthday.

Despair hangs over Eve and I.

But I have to cheer up, I can't show a sad gesture in front of Long Ya.So I went to the vegetable market and bought a lot of vegetables and came back, and I bought a double-layer cake when I passed the cake shop on the way.

My teenager, too.

He didn't say "I'm back" when he came back, and I turned off the lights on purpose.After I heard the voice at the door, I walked up to him with eighteen candles in my hands, hoping to surprise him.

Before I had time to sing the birthday song, I heard a "pop".

The lights are on.

It made me squint my eyes subconsciously.

His eyes flicked across my face, and then lightly landed on the cake in my hand.After a long while, he smiled inexplicably: "Is this a birthday surprise for me, Miss?"

"It's time for the civilian game to end."

He said: "Miss Qiuyuan Liangxi who is omnipotent and covers the sky with one hand."

My cake fell to the floor.

I never told anyone my surname is "Akimoto", the "Akimoto" of one of the three major families in Japan.I told Long Ya earlier that my name is Liang Xi.

I hate the way he calls me Miss.

……

It must have been the worst birthday he ever had.

The author has something to say:

Can't sleep.

As soon as I close my eyes, I think of the lost person.

I finished this chapter in insomnia.