Chapter 39: The Passion of Xiangcheng in the Rain
It seems like I suddenly have free time.
There are no competitions and no need to train for the time being.
The aches and pains all over her body reminded her of the strenuous and exhausting match she had gone through yesterday.
And how did he watch Dong Jiuzhou lose the next game as expected?
Even though I am just a small member in this grand competition, please don't step on my shoulders... Yuihara Kaoru smiled evilly when she thought of this.
Then I picked up my phone—I remembered to mute it before going to bed last night, so I don't think I set an alarm...
It's 9 o'clock.
"Ah?" Xiangcheng rolled over and sat up: "It's over, it's over..."
The little monster sleeping beside her scratched her arm in dissatisfaction. Xiangcheng picked it up and put on her shoes with a grin.
I haven't experienced this level of muscle pain in a long time.
But at the moment, she probably won't be able to catch the bus organized by the school.
If Yukimura and the others' match starts at 10 o'clock, she should still have time to catch the train now.
After putting the monster downstairs, Xiangcheng rushed back to change clothes and wash up, drank a few sips of milk, fed the cat more food, and rushed out with his phone and purse.
The air was filled with the unique fishy and salty smell before a heavy rain. Xiangcheng regretted not bringing an umbrella. Looking back at the uphill road he had walked, he finally chose not to go back.
She is not Mizunoe Haruko, so she doesn't have the debuff of raining when she forgets to bring an umbrella.
On the tram, she flipped through the unread messages from last night.
He clicked through the annoying red message prompts one by one, and deliberately ignored the cautious words of comfort and enlightenment in everyone's voice.
She had made peace with herself.
Yukimura, on the other hand, was very direct: "Tired today, huh? Get some rest tomorrow, and don't come to watch the game. We'll win."
But friends should support each other. She always felt that it would be very embarrassing if she really didn't go - even though she might miss the first game.
"There's an eighty percent chance it will rain during the game later." During the warm-up, Liu Lianji frowned as he observed the dark clouds that suddenly floated across the sky.
Yukimura stopped swinging his racket, looked up, and noticed that the classmates who came to support him were already seated.
Xiangcheng was not among these classmates, and Yukimura felt a little worried in his complicated mood.
"I hope today will end smoothly." Yukimura said, unconsciously thinking of the Kanto Tournament a year ago.
He stood by the window while sick, praying that his teammates would report the victory to him.
The game was postponed because of heavy rain.
When the next competition was organized, it happened to be the day he had surgery.
The unpredictable outcome of the surgery and what Sanada told him about the "16th consecutive championship" being in vain were woven into a huge web of pain that bound him tightly.
His body, his tennis, and his road to victory all seemed shrouded in the shadow of that heavy rain.
After a year, he is standing at the crucial point of the fateful Kanto Tournament finals. Will it be delayed again by a heavy rain?
Sanada's eyes were pressed under the brim of his hat, so he couldn't see clearly. He only said in a muffled voice: "I'm sorry. Last year..."
They underestimated the enemy.
Yukimura shook his head: "Let the past be the past. The present is the most important thing."
After all, he was so unwilling and was waiting for one championship after another to save him.
Soon, the referee team called the captains together, and the referee asked, "The weather forecast says there might be rain in the area in over an hour. Can we start early?"
Yukimura and Makinofuji's captain had no objection.
A long whistle sounded, and in this increasingly stuffy weather, this year's Kanto region high school tennis finals officially began.
How many times can one encounter a train breakdown in life?
The car, which was about to arrive at the station, suddenly shook a few times and then braked slammingly. All the passengers in the car were swayed forward like little dolls, and were then dragged back to their original positions by inertia.
Xiangcheng held onto the pole with one hand and rubbed her forehead with the other, where it had hit the safety bar from the forward movement. After making sure the car was temporarily stationary, she quickly lowered herself and joined the others in searching for the flying phone.
The moment Xiangcheng picked up the phone, screen-down, he had a bad feeling. Sure enough, the screen was shattered to pieces.
I tentatively poked the screen, but it didn't respond. I could only see the time displayed on the internal screen by pressing the power button.
The passengers around me were getting anxious, and the complaints were getting louder and louder. After four or five minutes, the carriage's broadcast finally came on: "Dear passengers, we are truly sorry. There is a minor problem with the track ahead. Repairs will take approximately 20 minutes. Please be patient. On behalf of the railway company, I apologize again for the inconvenience..."
Everyone's complaints seemed endless. Xiangcheng listened to the curses that were getting louder and louder. He pulled off his earphones that had stopped playing music long ago because his phone had fallen, and huddled in the corner where the carriages were connected, covering his forehead with one hand.
She pressed the power button again and again.
10 minutes passed... 20 minutes passed... The commotion in the carriage became more and more intense. When the agreed time came, the car still showed no sign of starting.
Xiangcheng also became anxious. The few windows had already been occupied by angry and curious uncles and aunts, who kept offering their latest guesses.
From "the track fell" to "someone lying on the tracks", it seems that everything could be the cause of this minor accident.
But she is going to fall behind in her friend's competition.
Under the current circumstances, we can’t even contact the class monitors to ask about the progress of the competition.
Xiangcheng swore that after her phone was repaired this time, she would save everyone's phone number and never rely on Line to contact anyone again.
Time passed by little by little, and finally, an hour later, the car slowly started up.
The moment she arrived at the station, Xiangcheng rushed out with her agile body. She didn't bother to go to the station to complain like everyone else. Relying on her experience from previous visits here, she quickly ran to the tennis court.
As I was running, a sudden raindrop carrying heat hit my face.
Xiangcheng, looking grim, quickly hid under the stadium sign. Wearing a white T-shirt today, running in the rain would definitely expose her...
I really shouldn't go out today.
I don’t know how the game is going…if it’s not over, it will probably be suspended.
Yukimura would definitely not agree, he would finish the game even if he had to use a knife.
I originally came here to cheer, but now it has turned into the Passion of Orange.
Xiangcheng stared blankly at the raindrops falling endlessly on the ground, gradually forming a stream and flowing in one direction.
"Classmate, do you need help?" A gentle male voice came from my ear.
Xiangcheng looked at the person who came. It was a boy who was about the same height as her. His friendly smile made him squint his eyes, and he was holding a big umbrella. He really looked like a life-saving straw!
Xiang Cheng nodded hurriedly: "Thank you! I need to go to the tennis court, is it convenient for you?"
"What a coincidence," the boy said, motioning for Xiangcheng to hide under his umbrella. "I'm going to the tennis court too. It's just that the train broke down, so I don't know if I can make it."
Xiangcheng followed the boy's footsteps and walked forward together. He spoke slowly and smiled all the time, which gradually calmed Xiangcheng's impatience.
"My name is Fuji Shusuke, and I'm a freshman at Seigakuen."
"Hello, Fuji-kun. My name is Yuihara Kaoru, and I'm a freshman at Rikkai University."
Fuji opened his eyes slightly and glanced quickly to the side: "So, Yuihara-san is here to support Rikkai University?"
Xiangcheng smiled sheepishly: "I slept in late and missed the school bus, and the tram broke down. I went out and I felt it was going to rain, but I was lucky enough to think it wouldn't be such a coincidence..."
"Is that so...ah, it looks like the game is over." Fuji Shusuke stopped and raised the brim of his umbrella a little. The players from Rikkai University were walking out.
Xiangcheng immediately waved his left hand and shouted, "Yukimura!"
Having successfully attracted their attention, Yukimura walked over quickly with an umbrella. Kaoru turned to Fuji and said, "Thank you so much, Fuji-kun! I'll be on my way first!"
Just as Fuji was about to say there was no need to worry, he saw Xiangcheng running out and hiding under Yukimura's umbrella in a few steps.
"Why don't you bring an umbrella?" Yukimura tilted the umbrella towards Xiangcheng and let her catch her breath.
"I left home late so I didn't get it, and now I still can't make it!"
At this time, Fuji also came over: "Should I say congratulations, Yukimura?"
"Oh, I forgot to ask about the result of the game." Xiangcheng whispered.
Yukimura also laughed: "Of course I won... Is Fuji here to watch the game too?"
Fuji tilted his head: "What a pity, like Yuihara-san, I was trapped in the train that had an accident and didn't get to enjoy the game."
"Accident?" Yukimura's voice was tense. "Is everything okay?"
After saying that, he looked at Xiangcheng carefully. There was some moisture on her face, but the rest seemed... He reached out a hand and touched Xiangcheng's forehead. Xiangcheng gasped and said, "I hit the pole when I braked."
"Where else..."
"No! Oh, and my phone," Xiangcheng pulled out the phone with the shattered screen from his trouser pocket. "I need to get it fixed after this."
Fuji Shusuke kept watching the two of them interacting with a smile. Yukimura picked up Yuihara Kaoru's phone, looked at it, and said, "Then I'll go with you to fix it later."
"Don't worry, I don't use it much anyway."
Yukimura gave Fuji another grateful smile and said, "Please send Xiang Cheng over, Fuji."
Fuji put one hand on his chin: "It's okay~"
Although I didn’t see the competition, the melons from acquaintances are also delicious!
At this time, other people from Rikkai University also slowly walked over and greeted Fuji and Xiangcheng.
Fuji smiled and said, "Then I'll have to go back first. If you have time later, remember to send me the game video!"
Yukimura Seiichi nodded, "No problem. See you later, Fuji."
"Well, I think we'll see each other again at the training camp in a while~" Fuji said goodbye to everyone and walked back leisurely.
Xiang Cheng looked at Fuji's back and said, "Fuji-kun... is he also a tennis player?"
Yukimura, groping in his tennis bag with one hand, replied, "Yes, he's a regular player for Seigaku. We just played against each other a while ago."
"Oh~" Xiangcheng nodded thoughtfully.
Yukimura took out his pain-relieving spray. Seeing Xiangcheng like this, his heart suddenly tightened and he couldn't help asking, "What is Xiangcheng thinking about?"
"Fuji-kun is so gentle and good-looking..."
Yukimura mercilessly stuffed the umbrella handle into her hand, pushed her bangs to the top of her head, and then covered her eyes. With his other hand, he pressed the spray, and the hissing sound interrupted Xiangcheng's next words.
...a bit like you.
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