Chapter 33 Performance of Contract
Kazama quickly bowed and apologized, "H-President Tezuka, I'm sorry."
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Yuan Qianye running away on tiptoe, and he felt that things were changing.
"It's okay," Tezuka's voice was as calm as a lake without ripples, and he glanced at her ankle. "I heard from Momoshiro that your foot was injured. You also caught a cold during the practice match with Hyotei. Are you feeling better now?"
"It's just a minor problem, President Tezuka, don't worry." Kazama cursed Momoshiro for being a big mouth in his heart, and scratched his head when he met Tezuka's gaze. "President Tezuka, do your rehabilitation training well, and leave the rest to me and Senior Oishi."
"Well, thank you for your hard work," Tezuka pursed his lips into a faint arc, nodded gently, and then handed her the notebook in his hand, "This is the precautions for postoperative recovery that I compiled. Your mother might be able to use it."
Feng Jian was stunned.
She lowered her head and took it. The notebook was only about the size of a palm. The handwriting on the title page was strong and clear, just like the rigorous and meticulous person he was. It was filled with dense text, and there were detailed annotations next to each data and term.
"Kanto Tournament," Tezuka said with a slight pause, "Thank you for your hard work. It is my regret and dereliction of duty as captain that I was unable to win the championship with everyone else."
Feng Jian tightly grasped the notebook, which still retained the warmth of the other party's palm. She shook her head gently, "President Tezuka, you have done enough for Seigaku. Now it's time for us to fulfill our promise to you."
She tilted her head slightly, her eyes passing over the golden hair, and she saw her own reflection in those calm eyes. "This is the last time you and the seniors will participate in the national competition. Everyone wants to leave no regrets..." She curled her fingertips lightly, put her hands behind her back, and smiled calmly, "This is the agreement between you and everyone, and it is also the agreement between you and me, isn't it?"
Tezuka looked at her without saying a word, but the afternoon after the Metropolitan Tournament finals flashed through his mind. The court of the Seigaku Tennis Club was covered with fine gold. She stood in the bright and warm sunset, pointing at the Metropolitan Tournament certificate and said with a serious expression that she wanted to win the national championship with him.
The German sunset shone through the glass window and fell on the chestnut hair, just like the sunshine that day.
Kazama stared blankly at Tezuka in front of him, curling his lower lip, his smile embedded in the afterglow of the sheet metal. His response was just a simple "hmm", but his voice was as crisp as his tennis ball.
At that time, she felt that the Kanto Competition, and even the national competition, were very far away things, but at this moment, she looked at the notebook in her hand, and the scorching temperature penetrated through the paper. It turned out that some promises would really bloom like seeds in the sunset.
"Come back to my senses"
Yuan's enlarged face flashed before his eyes, and his gaze was withdrawn from the end of the deserted street. Fengjian came back to his senses and suddenly found that there was a circle of people around him. He jumped back a few steps with a start, but did not forget to hold the notebook in his arms tightly.
"Kazama, there's a big problem." Momoshiro put his hands on his hips and laughed strangely.
Kikumaru pointed at the notebook in her arms and said teasingly, "Could it be a love letter from Tezuka?"
"Senior Kikumaru, don't talk nonsense!" Kazama stiffened his neck, speechless, but his earlobe was stained with a thin layer of red.
"April, your reaction is very strange." Yuan poked her shoulder with a smile, and pretended to grab it with his other hand.
"No, Yuan..."
"Could it really be a love letter?" Kikumaru screamed, and while Yuan was hugging Fengjian, he grabbed the notebook and pulled it out.
"Wow—Kikumaru-senpai, it's about to break!"
"Eiji, don't go too far," Oishi advised, "Atao, you are also fooling around, and Yuan, you..."
"I want to see it, maybe it's a love letter from Tezuka!"
"Well, a love letter written by Tezuka? It sounds very interesting," Fuji stood outside the circle, tilted his head, and smiled innocently, "I want to see it too."
"It seems that Bu Er is just here to watch the fun." The dry tip of the pen wrote and drew on the paper, not affected by the circle at all.
"By the way, Agan, how do you feel about Yuan?" Fuji asked suddenly, turning his head and staring at Gan with a smile as he adjusted his glasses.
"I'm not surprised at all that Fuji would ask this question," Gan closed his notebook, and Fuji's smiling face flashed across the reflective lens. "I'd like to ask you, how much do you know about Kazama and Tezuka?"
"Agan is really sharp-eyed." Fuji smiled.
Gan retracted his gaze, "Same here."
"This is a hospital, don't fight!" Tezuka, who had returned after hearing the noise, stood in the corridor with his arms folded across his chest, his face as cold as ice chips.
"Yes, I'm sorry—"
The battle for the notebook ended with Tezuka stepping in and Kazama winning by a narrow margin. The next day's one-day trip to Germany began amid everyone's anticipation.
The distance from the rehabilitation center to the cafe on Willingston Street was not too far, so the energetic group decided to walk all the way there. The group at Seigaku was like newly hatched chicks, full of curiosity about the unfamiliar world under the guidance of their mother hen. Even the usually calm Daishi couldn't hide the smile at the corner of his eye.
Until they noticed someone was missing.
"Hey! When did Momoshiro and the others disappear?" Kikumaru covered his head with his hands and looked around at all the unfamiliar foreign faces. "Could they have gotten lost while feeding the pigeons in the square just now?"
"I just called, and someone from the rehabilitation center answered. It seems they didn't have their phones with them," Oishi said, staring at the phone worriedly. "We're unfamiliar with the place, and we don't speak German. This is going to be bad."
"They haven't returned to the rehabilitation center yet," Tezuka said after hanging up the phone, "but I've asked someone at the rehabilitation center to contact them."
The other side.
The five people stood in the narrow alley, looking at each other.
"The probability of getting lost is 100%." He stared at the notebook in his palm.
"Senior Gan, you don't know much about this kind of thing, do you?" Tao Cheng said with a bitter face, "Does anyone know where this place is?"
"have no idea."
The remaining three people shook their heads.
Feng Jian raised his head and glanced at the towering walls on both sides of the alley, then his gaze fell on the bustling street at the entrance of the alley. "Anyway, let's get out first."
"Everyone will go to the cafe on Willingston Street in the end anyway, so as long as we can find this street, it will be fine." Echizen put his hands behind his head and walked towards the alley.
"That's what I said," Taocheng muttered softly, hanging his head, "but no one knows German, right?"
"Oh my, looking so dejected is not like the usual Momoshiro," Yuan patted his shoulder, then walked past him a few quick steps and put his arm around Fengjian, while turning his head to talk to senior Gan who was walking beside them.
"Tsk," Momoshiro snorted in dissatisfaction, "It's because you have Kazama and Inui-senpai here."
"I don't know if that Viper guy is with President Tezuka and the others. It would be really bad if they got lost. Really bad." Momoshiro muttered to himself and quickly caught up with the people in front.
The other side.
Haitangxun had just finished feeding the pigeons when he noticed that the entire group of Qingxue students had vanished. He clutched the map tightly, his expression grim and tense. He let out a short hiss and continued walking forward.
Feng Jian was looking for signs on the map. He looked at the map, then at the German words on the plaque, and his eyes lit up. "I found it. Willingston Street is..."
She turned around and saw Taocheng and others gathered at a roadside stall.
The stall owner spoke fluent Japanese and tried to solicit business from him. Echizen was standing on an unstable platform and missed the two balls he threw.
"Kid over there, do you want to try using a racket?"
Kazama turned his head and saw the beautiful blonde woman standing at the door of the coffee shop next to him stand up, take out a racket from the bag beside her and hand it to Echizen.
"Thank you."
Sure enough, he scored a goal.
"Uncle, can you tell us how to get to Willingston Street now?"
"Haha, this is the Willingston Street you're looking for," the stall owner said, smiling as he stuffed the prize into Taocheng's arms. "Here, this is the prize, a Beethoven sculpture."
“No way!”
"We're still a long way off." Echizen lowered the brim of his hat.
He pushed his glasses up calmly.
Feng Jian silently swallowed back the words he was about to say that this was Wellingston Street.
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