Chapter 20 Very Good People
"Tezuka-kun has left Japan"
Yukimura was slightly surprised, but quickly returned to his usual expression. "I saw him in the hospital last time. I didn't expect him to go to Germany so soon."
"Captain Tezuka said that Atobe-kun has made an appointment with a famous orthopedic surgeon in Germany," Kazama said, turning his back to him and taking out the plate from the insulated box. "After all, the sooner he gets treated, the sooner he can recover and return to the team."
"It seems that Kazama has become a qualified tennis recorder," Yukimura smiled slightly, "I remember when we were little, Genichirō and I wanted to pull you to practice tennis but couldn't pull you."
"Don't bring up the past, Yukimura." Fengjian raised the only spoon in his hand, with a warning in his eyes.
Yukimura made a zippering motion.
He caught a glimpse of the racket on the sofa, and his handsome eyebrows raised slightly. "Is this racket yours?" He narrowed his eyes slightly, "T..."
Following his gaze, Kazama saw the racket with the letter T engraved on the bottom of the handle. The black tape on the handle was mottled, and the light purple background even showed around the edges. "President Tezuka asked Senior Inui to give it to me. I guess he forgot to bring it with him, so he asked me to keep it for him."
Her fingertips touched the worn area of the tape, and she suddenly remembered that Senior Tezuka always sweated here when he gripped the racket. She wondered if he had used the tape she gave him last time.
"Yeah."
Yukimura smiled but said nothing, not mentioning the importance of a tennis racket to a tennis player.
And if he remembered correctly, this racket should be the championship prize in the junior high school youth selection competition.
The warm aroma of food briefly dispelled the smell of hospital disinfectant. Sunlight lazily penetrated the white glass and shone on the floor.
"Aunt Reiko..." Yukimura hesitated, "You still haven't agreed to the surgery?"
Feng Jian paused while packing up his paintings and responded without looking up, "But I am confident that I can convince her."
"Actually," he looked up. The wind came in through the window, blowing up the cuffs of his hospital gown, revealing the light blue mark on his wrist left by the IV. "I can understand that feeling."
"That's the fear of risking everything," he said, his voice lowered, as if he was worried about disturbing something. "I'm afraid that the surgery will take away everything we cherish, that our lives will take a turn, and we'll feel helpless and have no choice but to move forward."
Yukimura: He's talking about us.
He suddenly smiled, his eyelashes casting fan-like shadows under his eyes. "I used to think the operating table was like the baseline on a tennis court. If you crossed it, you won. Later I realized that the fear wasn't that I couldn't cross it, but that when I came back, the person on the other side of the net wouldn't be there."
His fingertips gripping the bed rails turned white, and the sound was like a taut violin suddenly relaxing, like cherry blossoms withering in late spring, hiding an unspeakable sadness.
"But, in fact, as long as the important people are by your side, it's fine." Yukimura suddenly turned around, his face regained its former gentleness, and smiled at her. "I, can this help you persuade Aunt Reiko?"
Fengjian looked at him in amazement without saying a word.
"Well, Kazama, why do you look like you're about to cry? Are you so moved by me that tears are welling up in your eyes?" Yukimura touched his chin, and the smile on his face was hard to tell whether it was more of gloating or just watching the fun.
"Yukimura-sama, do your teammates know that you are so sinister and sharp-tongued?" Kazama felt that his worry about him was totally unnecessary.
"Well... that's hard to say." He tilted his head and thought seriously. "By the way, Kazama, Genichirō is probably at the hospital entrance by now. I specially asked him to come see you early. No need to thank me."
Seeing the girl quickly packing up her things like a mouse seeing a cat and opening the door, Yukimura couldn't help but burst out laughing, "I'm kidding."
When she was about to explode, Yukimura suddenly said: "Kazama, thank you."
Feng Jian was startled, and looked up to see him sitting on the bed, looking at her with a faint smile on his lips. However, just when she thought he was going to make some earth-shattering speech, she heard him say with a smile:
"Then could you please help me take out the trash at the door? I already said thank you."
Feng Jian sneered: "You're welcome. After all, as kind as I am, I occasionally need to take care of patients with cerebellar atrophy who can't take care of themselves."
Yukimura's smile froze. "...I've already said this disease has nothing to do with the cerebellum. It's neuritis..."
Feng Jian interrupted him with a bright smile, "That's a mental illness."
“…”
In fact, Yukimura did not lie to Kazama. Half an hour after she left, another group of teenagers in white shirts and black pants uniforms appeared in the ward.
"Yukimura, how do you feel today?" The serious-looking boy stood in front of the team, his tone serious, his hand holding the racket bag slightly clenched.
"The medical examination results are all good."
Liu looked at the experience report in his hand, "But the data shows that the blood pressure index is high. What happened?"
"Don't worry, everything is fine," Yukimura smiled without changing his expression. He glanced around and found that the figure was not there. "Where's Kirihara?"
The sound of chewing gum popping suddenly echoed clearly in the room. The young man with the chubby hair scratched his head, "Captain, Kirihara... failed the English test today and got detention from the teacher."
"Does that mean you even skipped club training?"
Marui broke out in a cold sweat, thinking that the smile on his captain's face was a bit scary. He shrank behind his partner and nodded.
"Liu, increase your training intensity for tomorrow's training. Oh, by the way, next time you're a few points short of passing the English training, do a few more training sessions."
“It’s really too lax!”
"puri~"
Everyone looked at each other silently.
This is a sign that the captain is angry.
The culprit was on his way home at the moment. It was a sunny day, but he suddenly sneezed.
After coming out of the hospital, the afterglow of the setting sun dyed the end of the street into an orange light and shadow. She went all the way back to the restaurant. Because Sister Ling was ill, the restaurant had been closed for several days.
She trotted over, and near the end of the road, the figure of the young man leaning against the car door caught her eye before the brilliant orange light. The setting sun stretched his shadow very long. The tip of his leather shoe kicked a small stone on the roadside, and the stone rolled to Fengjian's feet.
Atobe was the first to notice her, his short, slightly curled gray-purple hair lifted slightly, and he snorted, "You made me wait for so long, you're really not gorgeous, huh?"
A moment later.
"There's only a little green tea left in the store, so I'll have to make do with this for now."
Atobe took a sip, "Your tea-making skills are quite magnificent."
"Atobe-kun, you came all the way from Tokyo just to praise my tea-making skills, right?" Kazama sat down opposite him.
"I heard your mother is ill. Do you want to take her to Tokyo for a checkup?" he suddenly said, handing over a business card. "The director of this hospital owes me a favor."
Kazama was stunned and stared at him. Atobe turned his head away: "Don't get me wrong, I just don't want the Seigaku recorder to be distracted by family matters. After all, next week is the practice match between Hyotei and Seigaku, and..." He looked the man up and down with a look of disgust, "If you look like this, someone will be distracted too."
Looking at the brand new business card on the table, her heart felt like it was being scratched by a gentle breeze.
They had clearly had a small quarrel before about the Kanto Tournament, but the other party was still willing to help her. Even though Xinzi was already an adult, her eyes turned red because of the strange feelings that surged in her heart.
"Thank you," she looked up at him and bowed deeply, "Atobe-kun, thank you very much..."
Atobe interrupted her impatiently, "I've heard enough of that kind of thank you. Only by showing your strength and helping your team members defeat their opponents on the field can you truly live up to all this."
"I don't want to see you in this unglamorous state again during next week's practice."
The sunset at the end of the street has gradually faded, and the boy's figure disappears just before night falls.
Fengjian pressed the business card hard against her chest. The white light in the store poured down along the ends of her hair, dotted with starlight. She took a deep breath, and the light in her eyes rekindled.
In this life, she met some very nice people.
In the car.
Soothing British classical music was playing in the car. After hanging up the phone, Atobe leaned back on the soft seat and dozed off until the butler's puzzled voice sounded.
"Master, you've clearly prepared it, why do you have to send it out in Master Tezuka's name?"
"Ah."
He half-supported his chin, looked at the scenery passing by outside the window, squinted his eyes, and said, "Why would I do something so unglamorous?"
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