Net King: Edogawa Sakuraichi

Chapter 958 Forgotten

"Nya~ Fuji, why are you here now? The training has already started."

Kikumaru's flying sound suddenly came, accompanied by the sound of hitting the ball.

Outside the stadium, Fuji looked at him through the isolation net, and heard Oishi speak loudly: "Eiji, don't be distracted, it won't be good if Yamato-senpai sees it later."

"Ah, I got it, I got it, Dashi is so wordy!"

With a snap, Kikumaru hit the ball back.

"The speed has increased by 9.86% compared to last time. It's incredible. I thought the potential was fully tapped when I was U-17." I was recording the data while I was working, occasionally pushing my glasses.

Buerwufinger clenched the racket tightly, and a complex feeling spread in the bottom of his heart, like ripples, rippling, bitter and uncomfortable.

Some time ago, Yingyi's death caused a stir in the tennis world, and countless people called to inquire.But it's only been a few days, and everyone has forgotten her, even Fujiwara and the others from the Women's Open don't remember her clearly, it seems... only he remembers her most clearly.

"I almost forgot what she looked like."

A cold voice came from behind, and he knew who it was without turning around.So, he took out a three-inch postcard from his breast pocket and handed it to her, "I drew her, and all of her in those photos disappeared, and even this one began to fade, I think, use Within a few days, it disappeared completely."

Fujiwara reached out to take it, and glanced at his arm inadvertently. There were some scars and dried blood on it. She was taken aback: "You engraved your name on your hand?"

"Yeah." Buer responded lightly, looked at his arm, the scar on it had become very light, and the wound healed faster than expected, he smiled bitterly: "Unfortunately, it's useless Woolen cloth."

Fujiwara pursed his lips, did not comfort him, but just put away the postcard and said, "I'm going to train."

Bu Er nodded, and then said again: "Don't come to me again, next time... I might not be able to draw it either."

Hearing this, Fujiwara's body froze for a moment, and white light immediately covered the lens. Finally, she nodded: "Yeah." Then she walked away, forgetting, probably no one is an exception.

I have no time to miss that old image, and it has become more and more blurred. With the emergence of every past event, the dormant sadness in my heart is about to move, and the loneliness is accompanied by the activeness of my teammates on the court. become more and more clear.

He flexed his wrist a few times, then tossed the ball into the air, snapped it, and slammed it toward the opponent's hoop.

Gan turned his head, Kikumaru and Oishi stopped hitting the ball, Yamato stopped, Tezuka also looked at him, a sad breath emanated from him, which was surprising.

The sun rises after the rain stops, the sun sets after the sun rises, and the sun rises again.

Time passed day by day like this, Kirihara went from the panic that he was the only one who remembered Edogawa, to the last time he forgot about this person, and it was only five days. After five days, Li Haida no longer remembered the existence of this person at all. up.

Even the Bingdi has been completely forgotten, and the Qingxue Women's Network has also forgotten her appearance. They only remember that this person once existed. Presumably, it will disappear from their memory soon...

Fuji's mother asked about Yingyi on the sidelines. It had been half a month, and she had never seen her come down, so she was very worried about her, and even more worried about Fuji, afraid that Fuji would do something illegal.

But he just smiled and didn't say anything. After asking a lot, Bu Er began to turn a blind eye. He often went back to his room after eating to isolate Fuji's mother's inquiries.

Today, as usual, after eating, he sat quietly in the room alone, lying on the bed was Ying Yi who hadn't woken up.

He looked at her face that almost melted into his bones, and the old smiling face in his mind, weeping silently, what should I do, Ying Yi, I have forgotten many things about you, including your age, your age Specialty, also forgot about your family, I don't even remember where I was when I first met you.

How to do?
what should I do?
The boy buried his head in the pillow next to Sakura's head, letting the tears roll down.

After a long time, he stood up, took a bath for her quietly, and put on clean home clothes.It was white, with green lines on both sides extending to the cuffs, and he also changed into an identical set, which was a couple outfit they bought together.

Blow-dry the girl's hair slowly, and then comb it for her. The silver-white hair is still so soft. Maybe it's because people have slept for too long, and even the hair is asleep. Comb it once, and it will fall out. Several roots fell.

Buer put down the comb, and combed it gently with his hands, then hugged her and put her on the recliner by the window, covered her with a thin blanket, she was sleeping very peacefully, the beam of light outside the window fell on her Body, as quiet as a porcelain doll.

Gently placing a kiss on her lips, Fuji turned around and took the diary, and began to write in the diary with a special pen.

This pen is different from other pens. It is made of pure steel. It does not need to absorb ink, and the written words are colorless, but the marks will be particularly deep.

Fuji found that since he wrote with this pen, Yingyi's name never disappeared, so he wrote down his encounter and love with her bit by bit, and read it every day, but ...forget it every day, repeating it over and over again.

Today, he read it again as usual, and finally remembered the first time he and Yingyi met, but there was no ups and downs in his heart, because he knew that tomorrow morning, he would forget it again.

Maybe one day, even if I look at Sakuraichi, I can't remember who she is.

As soon as he thought of this, his heart twitched suddenly, and the severe pain immediately spread to all his limbs, and the pain made him almost suffocate.

After taking a deep breath for a while, the pain in his heart gradually disappeared. He looked at the girl on the reclining chair. The paleness on her body had completely faded away, and she had returned to her previous whiteness. With a moist color, she looked extremely delicate, as if It breaks when touched.

It won't be long before she wakes up.

Hope, wake up before I completely forget, please, Sakuraichi...

Fuji tightened his hand holding the pen, and continued to write what happened today.After finishing writing, he took out a post-it note and prepared to write a letter to warn his future self. After thinking for a while, he wrote:
to the future me:

If you forget who the girl on the bed is, remember to go to Tezuka, he will give you a diary, you know the password, before you remember, please don't drive her away, because she is very important to you, very important!
Stop writing, Buer looked at the transparent writing on the post-it note, his heart sank slightly, he knew himself too well, if a girl he didn't know was lying in his room, the first impression would definitely be bad, so bad that he couldn't bear it. If you can't help it, you will throw people out, and what's worse, you who have forgotten everything will definitely do this!
That's why he wrote such a paragraph. After thinking about it, he pasted the post-it note on the computer.Then he picked up the diary and went downstairs. He was going to hand it over to Tezuka for safekeeping, and explain some things so that he could remind himself later.

Tezuka has completely forgotten about Sakuraichi, he should be able to receive these again after forgetting!

He can only do so.

(End of this chapter)