Chapter 5: The Mirror of Spacetime
"I heard from Senior Gan that you were punished by President Tezuka and ran away last week."
Qianye was lying on the lawn, holding a piece of dogtail grass in his mouth, chatting with her.
"It's my own fault," Kazama said, sitting cross-legged under a tree, calculating the store's monthly expenses. He glanced at the densely packed data tables beside him. "You were right before. President Tezuka is a very meticulous person. The data, like the account books, shouldn't be wrong."
"Oh my, April, have you noticed that you have changed a lot?" Yuan Xiao hugged her neck and rubbed his chin against her shoulder affectionately.
"What's changed?" Fengjian looked at her.
"Well..." She tilted her head and was silent for a few seconds, her smile brighter than the sun above. "For example, you've started to care about things other than the account book and Sister Ling."
Fengjian paused his fingers, and the tip of the pen poked a hole in the paper. You could almost see the spot of sunlight shining through the hole onto the grass.
The sound of quarrels in the past life suddenly pierced the memory - "Fengjian Siyue, can you please look at the people around you besides Sister Ling and the account book?"
That sentence is like a piece of ice, sinking in time. When I pick it up now, it still makes my fingertips numb from the cold.
"What's wrong?" The vibration on her shoulder pulled her back from her wandering thoughts. Fengjian shook her head. The words on the account book seemed to have suddenly turned into erratic symbols. She simply closed it. "Qiye, I remember you said last time that you really liked the fried ice cream shop near the subway station. Let's go together this weekend."
"Hey——" Qianye's eyes widened even more than hers, "You're not kidding me, are you? You've been hiding at home like a turtle this weekend."
"It's not the salted fish that Sister Ling dried. It will get smelly if you keep it at home all day." Fengjian smiled, with a hint of sunshine in the corners of his eyes.
"Even salted fish needs to bask in the sun, okay? You're like stinky pickled cabbage in a jar."
"You bastard, believe it or not, I will beat you up."
Feng Jian raised his fist, but Chiba dodged it with a smile. When his eyes fell on something, he suddenly said, "Look, your president Tezuka is practicing serving again."
Kazama looked up as the green ball arced through the air like a meteor, slamming heavily into the court, raising a cloud of dust. Tezuka Kunimitsu stood at the serving line, panting slightly, his left hand pressing against his shoulder.
"He doesn't seem to be feeling well." Kazama blurted out.
"How do you know?" Chiba asked in surprise.
Fengjian didn't say anything.
During her time as a recorder, she noticed that Tezuka's left shoulder would tremble slightly after each practice of "Zero Slice," and he changed his wrist guards very frequently. Yesterday, when she went to deliver the forms, she saw three sweat-stained wrist guards lying in the trash can.
"Senior Gan said that Tezuka's old injury hasn't healed yet." Chiba suddenly lowered his voice, "It seems that he was beaten by Senior in junior high school, and it has never been healed."
Fengjian's heart sank.
She opened the record book, which recorded his training data: "The daily limit for zero-type slices is 40 times. If exceeded, the frequency of shoulder tremors will increase by 15%." This was the data she recorded and calculated bit by bit based on the medical manuals on the Internet.
She thought of the black wristband.
"Hey April," Chiba bumped her shoulder and pointed in a certain direction, "Over there, Senior Gan is calling you."
Kazama looked up and saw Inui Sadaharu standing on the sidelines waving at her.
When she walked over, he handed her the large stack of documents in his hands. "These are the information of the finalists of the Metropolitan Conference. Please send them to my email after you have sorted them out."
"good."
She was walking towards the lounge with the documents in her arms. As she passed the court next door, Tezuka stopped to drink some water. His eyes swept over the record book in her hand and he suddenly asked, "Have you finished organizing today's data?"
"Ah? Hurry, it's almost done." She hurriedly turned to today's page, which had a small wristband pattern drawn on it.
Tezuka's gaze paused on the pattern for half a second, then he turned to Momoshiro, who had just come off the court, and said, "Your swing angle is still off by 3 degrees. Practice another 20 sets."
After Taocheng ran away wailing, he looked at Fengjian and said in a softer voice: "Wrist guard... Thank you for your reminder."
Feng Jian was stunned. She remembered the note she had secretly slipped into his locker yesterday:
“Training plan: It is recommended to use a compression wrist guard to relieve shoulder pressure;
Drink Plan: Eat more vitamins to strengthen tendons.
It turned out that he saw it.
“No, you’re welcome…”
"Mr. Kazama has a lot of knowledge about dietetics." Tezuka crossed his arms over his chest, staring at the field, but the topic was about her.
"I've learned some before." She pursed her lips and smiled, her eyes fixed on the court like fogged glass.
In her previous life, when Sister Ling was hospitalized, she ran around looking for information and almost searched the entire Kanagawa City Library, but still could not save her from the fate of failed surgery.
Tezuka didn't say anything, just a soft response. No one spoke again. The movement from the court shattered the silent atmosphere. "Agan, what is this!"
The two turned around and saw Kikumaru standing in front of Inui Sadaharu, covering his mouth and retreating in fear.
Only then did Kazama notice that Inui Sadaharu was holding a cup of dark green liquid in his hand, which was emitting a strange luster under the sunlight.
"I forgot to introduce it. This is my special sports drink. Let's call it Dry Juice for now. Whoever loses the next training match will have a drink. Kikumaru, here, you lost just now."
"Is this really drinkable?"
"Of course, it's very good for the body." The dry glasses reflected a little.
Facing everyone's strange gazes, Kikumaru drank all the juice.
After 0.5 seconds, Kikumaru's figure quickly disappeared from the court, and he fell at the door with a wail of "It hurts so much——".
Witnessing the death of their companions, the remaining few members of Qingxue felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
Everyone was determined—we must not lose, and we must not drink that stuff!
"Kazama, do you want to give it a try?"
As he was pouring water into the mouth of the fallen Kikumaru, a dry voice came from behind him like a ghost.
"No, that's not necessary..."
Feng Jian froze in his tracks, avoided the enemy like the plague, and fled.
He pushed his glasses up, took a sip without changing his expression, and fell straight down next to Kikumaru in the next second.
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