Chapter 41 Picking up flowers in the morning and evening 11
As the morning light spread across the horizon like melted caramel, Geto Suguru heard a rustling sound beside him for the third time.
Ryota was lying on the rusty guardrail, his eyes covered with telescope lenses.
The lens barrel was stained by his greasy fingerprints and shifted back and forth as he shook his head.
The curve of his neck leaned forward like a chicken pecking at rice in a hurry, the ends of his hair were messed up by the wind, but the eyes behind the lenses were surprisingly bright, exactly the same as when he chased him with the magazine in his hand the day before.
"Don't lean forward so hard, or you'll fall."
Geto Suguru reached out to grab the instrument, but the child dodged it nimbly.
"Rikkai University is just one point away from taking down Seijo Shonan Junior High School!"
The boy's voice trembled with excitement, and he was unaware of the white marks on the ends of his hair.
"Look at that chip shot!"
The ball drew a strange arc in the air and headed straight for the baseline with a sharp spin, causing the audience to burst into exclamations one after another.
Even Geto Suguru couldn't help but be attracted by the delicate and lustrous white light on the rapidly moving ball, and his eyes widened unconsciously.
At this moment, the fingers holding the telescope were suddenly pulled by the child next to me.
The boy grabbed Geto Suguru's wrist and put his telescope in front of his face.
The boy's movements were swift and decisive. Before Geto Suguru could react, his cheek was pressed tightly against the cold outer shell of the telescope.
In the eyepiece, the barbed wire on the top floor was wrapped with faded cheering flags, rustling in the wind.
The moment the khaki figure in khaki sportswear jumped up, he unexpectedly met the lazy sunlight. The jumping point of the boy's racket was frozen under the circle of light of the sun, which looked like Jehovah coming to the earth.
A beautiful picture.
Unfortunately, he is not a painter.
But, can all tennis players unlock telekinesis?
Geto Suguru looked back and saw the boy jumping on the spot with excitement.
“Look, sir, it’s Minister Yukimura’s Yips.
"Through precise prediction and baseline shots, we bring absolute psychological pressure to our opponents, gradually depriving them of their sense of touch, vision, and hearing, giving them an unparalleled panic that causes them to mentally collapse and become unable to compete.
"This is Minister Yukimura's five senses of destruction. Even if it's not fully activated now, it's enough to terrify his opponent and make him collapse!"
"Do you like this Yukimura very much?"
The other person raised his eyebrows with a half-smile, and looked at the boy with interest, with a rare mischief in his eyes.
"Hmm—, is it obvious?"
Hearing this, the young man was slightly startled.
His shoes rubbed against the floor unconsciously, and he stammered for a long while before speaking.
"Ah, when it comes to anything related to him, your eyes are brighter than sun lamps."
"Minister Yukimura is Rikkai University's ace! Since he took over, they have won two consecutive national championships. It is under his leadership that the undefeated Rikkai University has grown to its current size!"
When Yukimura was mentioned, the boy's head, which had been lowered, instantly raised up, his eyes burst into bright light, and his whole body was as dazzling as a lit firework.
He clenched his fists and waved them excitedly, leaning forward slightly. He spoke very quickly, his tone full of uncontrollable excitement and pride.
"You like me because I'm the strongest, right?"
Geto Suguru crossed his arms across his chest, tilted his head slightly, and there was a hint of melancholy in his eyes.
"Of course not only that! There is also faith, faith."
His gesture created a gust of wind, revealing the Rikkai University emblem keychain pinned to his waist.
"When Yukimura-senpai plays, there's always such a determined light in his eyes.
"The pursuit of victory, the passion for tennis, and the spirit of never giving up until the very end are the spiritual beliefs that guide me forward.
"When I get into Rikkai University next year, I'm going to join the Rikkai University tennis club!"
The young man raised his eyebrows and stretched out his hands to ruffle the child's frizzy hair.
"Want to go get an autograph? I remember that to boost the popularity of the qualifiers, there's always a press conference after each match. Do you dare to go get one?"
The child froze instantly and the telescope almost slipped.
But soon he stiffened his neck and snorted: "Who, who dares!"
But the hand holding the school badge was clearly shaking slightly.
"Go ahead."
Geto Suguru
"Remember the time. I've already agreed with Sister Nadeshiko to deliver the goods on time. Otherwise, it won't be so easy to come out next time."
The boy nodded vigorously, the fragments of sunset stuck in his hair swaying as he said, "Thank you, sir!"
He turned and ran two steps before looking back. "That's right, sir. While the strongest are certainly attractive, it's the strongest who uphold and firmly believe in their beliefs that are the most desirable to follow, just like an adult."
The wind from the top floor, wrapped in the warmth of the autumn sun, made the railings rattle.
Xia Yujie clamped the phone between his shoulder and cheek, reached out and tore off the tissue, and his fingertips quickly swept across the water stains on his palm. The water droplets spread along the lines of the tissue, leaving dark marks.
He threw the crumpled tissue into the trash can accurately, and the metal wall of the can made a crisp "dong" sound.
The chirping of birds in May came in through the crack in the door, making a clear and pleasant chirping sound. The sunlight filtered through the half-closed blinds, casting a mixture of light and dark shadows on the ground.
Geto Xia Yu raised his hand to adjust his collar and glanced at his bright makeup in the mirror.
He tilted his head slightly towards the mirror, and with his free hand, he gently lifted up his hair and tucked the unruly strand of hair behind his ear.
"Hit me again, sir!"
The rustling sound in the receiver was sometimes high and sometimes low, and the sparse sounds were like the scattered sea marks overflowing from the boiling sea water at high tide, vaguely heard.
"Yukimura-san is currently being interviewed. I'll be there once I get his autograph."
The other person's voice was filled with undisguised joy, and the ending tone was trembling with some kind of fanatical expectation.
Amid the noisy cheers, the children's voices rose and fell, like colorful bubbles crushed by the wind.
Geto Xia Yu put the phone close to his ear, lowered his eyes and straightened the wrinkles on his cuffs.
Just as Geto Suguru was about to respond to the person on the other end of the phone, he keenly noticed the subtle footsteps coming from outside the door and paused.
The rapid yet restrained rhythm and the faint remnants of cursed energy floating in the air were enough to make the hairs on the corners of Geto Suguru's eyes stand up slightly.
"Excuse me."
The metal door of the toilet made a harsh friction sound, and a black figure flashed in silently, passing by Geto Suguru sideways.
In the image reflected in the mirror, a black figure was walking quickly towards them with his head lowered and his back hunched. The brim of his hat was pulled down very low, hiding the face under the baseball cap in the shadows.
The navy blue tie was neatly tucked under the black suit. The familiar bow angle and clothing pattern showed that he was a window worker, but he used the family crest of the Zenin family. It seemed that he was another guy planted in the general management department by the three major families.
Geto Xia Yu subconsciously stroked the cursed tool in his trouser pocket, retreated to the corner, and stared at the back of the person's head, as if he was stretched tight by an invisible silk thread.
Geto Xia Yu held his breath and huddled in the narrow cubicle, his back pressed tightly against the cold metal partition, breathing very lightly.
I heard rustling sounds coming from next door, followed by the sound of a mobile phone keypad, and then a casual voice broke the silence, and the other party started making a phone call as if no one was around.
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