HBWnovel Chapter 409 Waiting
Chapter 409 Waiting
The author has something to say:
The narrator of this chapter is Kebin-the protagonist.Points of view conversion are marked with *.
Author's note: Ji Guanzhi, one of the editors of "Gujin Ji", once went to a place, saw a woman picking cherry blossoms, and fell in love with him, so he sang the following waka.
山ざくら夏の间よりほのかにも见てし人こそ恋しかりけれ (Ancient and Modern Collection? Love Song Volume 479? [-])
(Chinese translation) The mountain cherry blossoms are full of rosy clouds, and the rosy clouds at the bottom of the mist are fragrant.
Amorous feelings are most vaguely seen, and even a glance is touching.
This typical situation is also called love at a glance.
Not to use the rosy cherry blossoms in this waka as a metaphor, which is naturally a pun.It's a pity that the idiot protagonist who grew up in traditional culture in the United States can only understand at most. He is blushing while laughing, and he can't understand the deep meaning of the latter layer...
In the midst of everyone's attention, the big screen in the arena finally flickered, showing the names of the contestants in the final battle.
"What the hell is going on!" My eyes widened, and I roared, "It's not Echizen Ryoma!" Look down on people? !
"What, what's going on?" Coach Baker was also surprised, "Impossible! Why didn't you send the NO. No. 1?"
"Anyway, the number of rounds is superior, so we simply don't give out trump cards. This way, even if we lose, we have an excuse. Of course, we have more reason to win! Damn, cunning Japanese, big and small are so annoying!" The coach muttered angrily for a while, and then Thinking of something, his expression relaxed, "Miss Gao Shan's condition is that she must win the last game. Although this is less enjoyable to watch, it is safer."
"Boss, I haven't agreed yet!" I couldn't help clenching my fists in protest, "I came here to fight Echizen Ryoma, if this continues..." The conditions for joining the team are different from what I agreed at the beginning!
"What do you want to complain about?" Coach Baker's voice was louder than mine, "Just because you threatened to fight Echizen Ryoma at the press conference, that Sakaki who doesn't like being led by the nose... Anyway, Let’s win first!”
I turned my head unwillingly, and looked at the opposite side with hatred.
On the opposite side, in front of the arena, the teammates beside him felt sorry for him, "It's a pity, little one..."
He raised his hand and pressed the brim of his hat.I couldn't see his expression, but the corners of his lips were slightly pursed, "Forget it, there's no way."
——What is so important to me, to him, is over with a single sentence.
＊"I've been waiting for a long time, now it starts, the first singles match."
While the audience held their breaths in anticipation, two beams of bright light entered the arena with all the lights out, "Kanto Youth Selection Team: Akaya Kirihara; against, the American West Coast Selection Team: Kebin Smith!"
Under the strong light, the expressions on the faces of the two were completely different: Kirihara raised his head and raised his eyebrows, looking excited; Kaibin lowered his head and gritted his teeth, his face full of displeasure.
"Come on, Kirihara! Let's go!" Kikumaru waved his fist and cheered loudly.The rest of the teammates also stared nervously at the arena waiting for the game to start.
Hiding behind the crowd, his eyes shifted from the side of the court where everyone's eyes were focused to the coach's bench.Sitting firmly on the coaching bench, also staring at the game, is the minister who is the bench coach for this game.
Under the lowered brim of my hat, I whispered to Kikumaru in front of me, "I'm a little thirsty, go buy some juice." After speaking, I turned around and walked slowly into the dark corridor of the arena with my hands in my trouser pockets.
Walking out of the arena, I found a vending machine and ordered a can of drink, and took a few sips indiscriminately.Looking up at the sky, it was gloomy, with some scattered light rain.
Not being able to play in this game, I had expected it.
The minister once mentioned the problem of my mental strength.I also know my faults in this aspect-the level of competition has been uneven all the time, especially in the match against Sanada.
I was worried that I would not be able to fulfill my promise because my opponent was stronger than I expected. Under the double disadvantage of my mental shock and heavy rain, I was beaten by Sanada as if I was sleepwalking.
Only a week later, with just a little more arm strength, I faced Sanada again in an official match.This time, I let go of my mental burden, and when I was cornered in the latter part of the game, I burst out with amazing energy and defeated Sanada without even reaching the tie-break.
With the observation skills of Mr. Ryuzaki and the director, they should have noticed the unstable factors in my side.For such an important decision not to let me enter the selection team, it is impossible for the minister as the acting coach not to communicate with Mr. Ryuzaki.
Maybe, that decision was instigated by Mr. Ryuzaki, and it was based on my consideration—if I lose in this kind of international competition without a defeat, I will not only lose the competition, because I am not only representing myself Or young school.
In fact, I didn't have this mental weakness when I was in the United States.Otherwise, how would I win the US Open four times in a row?
When I played tennis in the United States, I only thought about beating the old man.In the indifferent and alienated environment, with unfamiliar and powerful opponents, I never relaxed in the game.During that period, I was always cold and tense all day long, and I had a very single idea-say goodbye to boring tennis immediately after winning the old man, and never touch a tennis racket again for life.
What broke the ice and changed me?
Understand that tennis is not imposed on oneself, it is already flowing in the blood; understand that the old man is not an unattainable goal, but a clumsy and arrogant dad; understand that tennis is not a simple win or loss, it can be full of emotions and dreams.
If there is emotion, there will be weakness?No, with emotions, the world is neon and colorful, flowing and evolving.
In the past, I was imitating the stinky old man, no matter the external rotation or the style of play.It was a simple idea back then, just win—just like those tennis machines.
Count the unique tricks I created after I entered Qingxue: Echizen Ryu single-legged step, pumping ball A, pumping ball B, whirlwind lore, cool pumping... imitation, fusion, re-creation, I am immersed in this, having fun endless.
"Echizen, are you enjoying playing tennis? 』
"kindness. 』
I like who I am now, and I strongly want to prove that I am stronger than before.
So, even though I tried my best to convince myself to look away, the moment the name appeared on the screen, I still felt a little uncomfortable. After all, I couldn't just be happy for Kirihara.
After taking the last sip, with a wave of his hand, the beverage can drew a smooth parabola in the air, and fell into the trash can not far away, making a crisp and lonely clang.
The posture of raising the arm was frozen for a second, and I lowered my hand.Just as he felt a little empty, a red racket was suddenly handed over to him.
Looking at the man in a blink of an eye, I was a little dazed.Does he think I still have a chance to play?No, it's because I'm too bored, let me pass the time.
I took it by hand, and I wanted to smile at him easily, but I didn't.I don't know if it's because of the weather, but the voice is a bit muffled, "Thank you."
I found a tennis wall and played tennis against the wall - so that I would not have too many fantasies.
I don't know why I didn't go back to watch the game, but stood aside with my arms crossed and watched my monotonous practice.
"If you knew what I actually thought, you wouldn't have said those two words just now." After looking at it with a light smile for a while, he suddenly said something.
Practical thoughts?I glanced at him suspiciously while typing, but his next sentence struck me like a thunderbolt.
"In fact, not only me, but all the members of the selection team don't want you to play."
Yeah.It's normal, after all, I didn't make any effort during the selection, and later I was resurrected from the loser group, and I squeezed in through my connections...
The ball was hit a little high.
"Aren't you going to ask why?" With a soft sigh, Bu Er resolutely walked up and put his arms around my waist from behind, "Where are you going, Wannian fool."
The racket was lowered, and the off-track tennis ball bounced past us and disappeared from sight.
"I don't want you to play because I don't want you to go back to the United States."
You don't want me to play because you don't want me to go back to the United States?After recovering from the state of trance, and taking a moment to digest and ponder this sentence, the dark clouds in my heart were swept away, so it is! (Author: What you should be pondering right now is the perfect movement, right...)
As a teammate from the same school, neither Minister Fuji nor Kikumaru would want me to miss the national competition; but in Atobe Sanada Kirihara's position, of course they don't want me to run away after winning, and they definitely want to fight again in the national competition I have a contest!
After thinking about all this (Author: Do you really want to understand?), the corners of my lips under the drooping hat brim lightly raised, and I showed my first sincere smile since today, "I will go back to the United States."
The body behind me suddenly became stiff, and the hands around me became tighter.Suddenly, he remembered the dark night in the laboratory building where he pretended to be a ghost.That time, Fuji also hugged my waist tightly from behind like now, with a low voice, "Ryoma, I won't let go. I won't let go for the rest of my life."
This sentence made me protect the weak macho heroism unprecedentedly.Inspired by the trembling Buer comparison sticking behind me, I mustered up the courage to stand up that night, overcame the phobia of the dark room, and dragged the Buer doll pack in the dark classrooms to try to find Haitang’s whereabouts—to the end Only then did I realize that I was slapped by the demon fox again...
"However, I will go to the national competition with everyone. And, I will come back immediately after completing the agreement." Qingxue has become my "home" in another sense.
The stiff body relaxed, and Fuji put his chin on my shoulder, and the soft voice rang close to my ear with the warm wind, "Did you do it on purpose, Ryoma?"
"Huh?" I pretended to be stupid.
"Deliberately split the words into two halves..." Bu Erhuan put his arms around my hand and retracted it forcefully.
I should have muttered about letting it go like I was complaining about Momojo Kikumaru, Fuji-senpai or something.But the slight itching of the hair on my cheeks, accompanied by the refreshing and light fragrance and the seemingly smooth touch of the skin made me suddenly speechless.
It's just the usual rubbing of ears and temples, and I never felt anything wrong when I was playing with Momojo Kikumaru, but at this moment, a smooth and eye-catching collarbone, an elegant and long neck, a white and beautiful chin, and a slightly swaying allure suddenly appeared in my mind. lip……
That was the impression I had when Fuji came to question me about the battle with Kirihara during the selection process.I can't remember exactly what Buer said to me at that time, but I just remember that Yaohu's spoofs that day made me inexplicably dry and frightened.
I even remember that I had a ridiculous idea at that time - if Senior Fuji was a girl... it would be nice to marry such a beauty back home...
"The mountain cherry blossoms are in full bloom..." Fuer chuckled in my ear, "What's the matter, Ryoma?"
The temperature on my face rose again, and I hurriedly pulled his hand away to get out, talking about him from left to right, "Senior Fuji, you used to laugh at me, but you actually have a scent on yourself."
"This~" He raised his arm and sniffed his jersey, and then squinted at me with a half-smile, "Did you get it on Tezuka?"
Why?When I was sleeping with the Minister in Germany, I seemed to have smelled it... (Author: Listen carefully! I am not talking about smelling.)
"Desiccant, it's specially used to keep your body fresh and clean after the game." Fuji uncovered the answer, and then listened to him with a mysterious look like Momoshiro, "Do you know? Tezuka can use at least five bottles a month~"
Me, embarrassment.
I thought I would be very picky about choosing a brand-name shower gel for my daily bath, but I didn’t expect that the real cleanliness was around me!
Imagine Minister Bingshan holding a bottle of desiccant with a serious face and spraying left and right on himself...
Echizen Ryoma, at this moment, should have felt sorry for not being able to play in the final battle, and was saddened; but with a certain demon fox with big eyes and small eyes, trying to maintain an unsmiling and cool image because of irrelevant trivial matters, he almost suffocated internal injuries...