Chapter 56 Help

Shirako Town tennis court.

The young men played against each other in pairs, the white lights above their heads outlining their silhouettes leaping high, and the sound of hitting the ball lingered for a long time until two figures hurriedly ran in, breaking the balance in the room.

"President Tezuka, Senior Oishi..." Horio gasped, his face almost turning purple. "Momoshiro-senpai and Kaidou-senpai...something's happened! And, and Kazama-senpai is bleeding a lot!"

The sound was like thunder out of nowhere, and even the people at the edge stopped fighting.

"What happened?" Oishi was stunned. "How did Kazama get hurt?"

"And what happened to Tao and Kaidou?" Kikumaru came over.

"It's just... this and that... Anyway, let's go and take a look first!" Horio swallowed.

"Where are they?" Tezuka clenched his racket, his voice cold and hard, like steel tempered with ice.

"At the Northwest Field."

Before he finished speaking, a streak of chestnut hair passed before his eyes, and Tezuka's figure had already disappeared from the field. The others reacted and hurried to catch up. However, when the huge group arrived at the field, they only saw bloodstains on the edge of the field, and the others were completely gone.

"Kirhara, where are Kazama and the others?" Yukimura had a blank expression on his face, and his voice sounded slightly cold.

Kirihara was also caught off guard by the sudden incident. He only came back to his senses after hearing Yukimura's voice. He scratched his head and said, "Atobe has already sent Fuma to the hospital. I heard that the bleeding in his arm wouldn't stop..."

Before he could finish, several figures had already chased out.

"Hello, could you please help me find out which way the girl who was just brought in went? Her name is Fengjian Siyue."

A hurried voice suddenly rang out, startling the nurse behind the counter. She looked up at the young man with messy chestnut hair in front of her, flipped through the registration book, and pointed to the front left, "You should go to Clinic 3."

"Thanks."

A sound of pain came from inside the door, mixed with noisy voices. Tezuka's hand paused on the door handle for a few seconds before gently pushing it open.

“Hiss…it hurts.”

The girl with her forehead pressed against the OK-bones was staring at her red arm with a grin on her face. When she suddenly saw Tezuka's face, she temporarily forgot the pain of the stitches.

"Hand, President Tezuka"

Atobe crossed his arms over his chest and glanced at Tezuka outside the door, "You're fast, Tezuka."

Tezuka walked in, his eyes paused as he glanced at her red and swollen wound, then returned to her face, and spoke as slowly as possible, "How is the situation?"

"fine……"

His words were ruthlessly interrupted, and Atobe scoffed, "You're fine after having twelve stitches on your arm, Kazama April, are you born with a brainless mind?"

Fengjian choked and looked at him angrily.

However, Atobe sneered and turned away, deliberately not looking at her. But out of the corner of his eye he saw Tezuka's knuckles slightly bent as he held his glasses, and the white knuckles were faintly visible. He didn't say anything.

Tezuka adjusted his glasses and glanced expressionlessly at the two people standing beside him with their heads lowered. "Tell me, you two, what's going on?"

Kazama suddenly stood up from the chair, forgetting that his arm was still bleeding. He didn't care about the wound that was pulled by the excessive movement. He stretched out his uninjured right hand to block Momoshiro. "Hand, President Tezuka, this has nothing to do with Momoshiro Kaido. It was my own carelessness."

"Kazama, get out of the way."

Tezuka's voice brushed past her ear with a subtle gentleness, as if he was afraid to break anything. But as his gaze shifted to Momoshiro and the other man, that warmth instantly froze to ice. "You don't even have the sense of responsibility. You're unfit to be the future leader of the Seigaku tennis team."

"Kazama, you don't have to cover anything for us."

Momoshiro's voice was thick with guilt. He clenched his fists, gently placed his hand on her uninjured arm, and led her aside. He then took a step forward and bowed deeply to Tezuka, "I'm sorry, President Tezuka."

"It's our fault that things turned out like this. We are willing to accept any punishment." Kaidou stood aside, his voice muffled as he lowered his head.

Others also arrived one after another and looked at each other in confusion at the scene in front of them.

"One hundred laps," Tezuka said, his tone as crisp as cracked ice, "You are not allowed to eat tonight."

"yes."

Taocheng and Kaidou lowered their heads and ran away through the crowd.

"This is the first time I see Tezuka so angry." Fuji said in a serious tone.

"Yeah." Dashi agreed in a low voice.

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"Chiba," Fengjian's forehead twitched as she stared at the food being fed to her mouth. She raised her intact right hand and said, "I only injured my left hand. My right hand and brain are both intact. It shouldn't be to the point where I need help feeding myself."

"No," Yuan Yi refused righteously, "Until your injury heals, I'll take care of such trivial matters as feeding you."

"I……"

She was about to say something else when she was interrupted by Oishi, "Yes, Kazama, everyone cares about you, so don't refuse."

Gan adjusted his glasses and said, "I got 12 stitches on my arm. It will take half a month to fully recover. During this time, eating more foods rich in protein and vitamin C will help with recovery, such as lean meat, fish, and fruits."

He closed his notebook and caught a glimpse of someone peeling shrimp across from him. He added, "Proper shrimp will also help with recovery."

As soon as Gan finished speaking, a plate of shrimp was handed to Kazama. She looked down at the plate, then at Tezuka; the others looked at Kazama, then at Tezuka, and no one spoke.

"As a club member, everyone has an obligation to take care of injured members," Tezuka said calmly, his voice crisp and simple like a simple instruction. "As the president, I failed to prevent members from getting hurt. I should set an example myself."

"Tezuka is right," Fuji chuckled and pushed the plate in front of him forward. "Kazama, I have removed all the fish bones. You can eat it without worry. I hope you can get better soon."

"Fuji-senpai..."

"Ah, Fuji, you are so cunning," Kikumaru yelled, urging Daishi to leave his position, "Daishi, let's go get the fruit quickly, don't fall behind."

Arai and the others quickly stood up, "I didn't prevent Kazama from getting hurt at the scene, so I'm also at fault."

"I, I'm going too!"

Everyone was chasing each other, just like the unyielding spirit during training where no one wants to fall behind.

"There's no point in arguing if you don't want to drink dry juice during training." Gan adjusted his glasses, his tone dim.

"As expected of Tezuka, he can mobilize everyone with just one sentence." Fuji supported his chin with both hands and watched the scene of everyone competing with each other with a smile.

Kazama turned her head to look at Tezuka. The chestnut hair on his forehead was immersed in the bright white light, with a hint of warmth. Her gaze turned and fell on the people from Qingxue not far away. She felt that today's dinner was the best meal she had ever eaten.

"You're being really noisy, aren't you, Kabaji?"

“Usu.”

The Hyotei group was sitting not far away. Atobe sat with his arms folded across his chest, squinting his eyes as he looked at the people sitting at the table not far away.

"She's been in stitches for 12 times and she's still fine. Anyone else would have burst into tears," Xiang Hi muttered softly. "Kazama is such a weird girl."

Atobe didn't say anything, but his mind suddenly recalled the scene in the hospital this afternoon. When the doctor said that 12 stitches were needed, the girl's reaction was so calm that she didn't seem like a middle school student. He even felt the pain when the stitches were being done, but she just gritted her teeth and didn't shed a single tear. She was unexpectedly strong like a rock.

However, such a strong person would tear up when he saw his teammates injured in the Kanto Tournament, and even cried until he was out of breath when he saw Tezuka's elbow relapse in the national competition.

"That guy," Atobe sneered, "the pain is not even on his own body."

Oshitari glanced at Atobe who turned his face away. The light poured down along the soft ice-purple hair, casting a heavy shadow on the eyelids.

There was an imperceptible sigh in the air.

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"Knock."

There was a sudden knock on the door. Feng Jian waited at the door for a while and then heard Tao Cheng shouting "Who is it?" from inside the house. The next second, the tightly closed door was opened.

"Kazama" Momoshiro was slightly stunned.

"Hi~" Fengjian greeted them with a smile.

A moment later.

"This is the dinner that Arai and Horio packed for you." As soon as Kazama put the lunch box on the table, he was rejected by the other two.

"Our punishment isn't over yet. Please thank them for their kindness on our behalf."

"hiss."

The two of them sat at the end of the two beds, turning their faces away at the same time. Feng Jian looked at their awkward appearance and deliberately pushed the lunch box in front of them, saying in a gentle and persuasive tone, "Are you really not going to eat?"

"No……"

Before he finished speaking, a "gurgle~" sound was suddenly heard. Taocheng and the other man looked like someone was strangling their necks. Their faces turned red, but they still refused to let go.

"Okay, stop fighting your body," Kazama handed the chopsticks to them. "Actually, I'm delivering food to you. President Tezuka knows that running a hundred laps without proper nutrition is not good."

"Tezuka... President..." Momoshiro and Kaidou looked up at the same time, and seeing Kazama nod, they clenched their chopsticks slightly, "I'm sorry, Kazama, we..."

"Don't say anything that spoils the fun during a meal," Fengjian interrupted them with a smile, "Don't think I'm fragile. It's just a few stitches on my arm. It should be healed in ten days at most. It's not a big deal."

"You guys, on the other hand, are so starving, hurry up and eat." Feng Jian urged, and the two of them started to eat, not caring about their image and swallowing the food in big mouthfuls.

"Hey, Taocheng," Kaitang suddenly said, holding out his lunch box. "This is the dish you like, right? I don't like it. It's untouched. You can take it away."

Tao Cheng was stunned, touched the back of his head, and handed over his lunch box. "Kaitang Snake, this is also your favorite dish, right? I don't like sticky okra. Take it away quickly."

"What a lack of taste." Haitang snorted.

"What terrible taste." Taocheng was not willing to be outdone.

"Do you want to argue? Then let's see who finishes eating first."

"Okay, come on, who's afraid of who?"

Fengjian sat opposite and looked at them with a smile. It turned out that when others were worried about these two people, they had almost reconciled with each other.

"By the way," she suddenly said, "If you really want to accept other punishments, then...would you like to do me a favor tomorrow?"

They both looked up at the same time: "What's the matter?"

Feng Jian smiled with a secretive look on his face, "Secret."

The burping sound was masked inside the door. Feng Jian closed the door and was about to leave when he noticed a figure leaning against the opposite wall. The light fell on Yuan Zi's hair, coating it with a layer of gentle gold, and cast a faint shadow at his feet.