Net King: Edogawa Sakuraichi

Chapter 46

On the uneven branches, the light yellow has already been dyed with fresh green, and the light pink and finely crushed cherry blossoms are crowded around the branches, competing to bloom, and the delicate light pink slips off one by one, drawing traces of pink in the air, Occasionally it is mixed with a touch of green.

The morning sun gradually faded into golden light, and fell to the ground through the light pink cherry blossoms, dividing the shadows on the ground into countless pieces, and then wantonly spreading them to distant places.

The mottled tree shadows float with the wind. If the wind is too strong, there will be a rushing wave sound, and then pieces of cherry blossoms will fall down, and the world will be buried in this faint pink. .

The boy stood under the cherry blossom tree, looking up at the pink and white cherry blossoms. The sunlight fell through the layers of cracks, spreading faint fragments of light on the boy's delicate and delicate face.The sound of the waves lasted for a long time, and the delicate pink swayed across the eyes, leaving behind a faint fragrance.

The wind blew past the young man's side, and the chestnut hair fluttered gently, drawing a series of subtle arcs.The moment the wind stopped, the young man stretched out his hand and caught a piece of sakura falling slowly. Looking at the pink in his hand, the young man was in a trance.

It's been a year, and she's been gone for a year.

In the past year, he stood on the court, I don't know how many times he looked forward to it, and how many times he was disappointed.If it weren't for the existence of the ring on the necklace and the photo left in the camera, he would have thought it was a dream.

In fact, he didn't know what he was looking forward to, nor what he was disappointed, but he couldn't see the white figure, and his heart would feel inexplicably uncomfortable. Every time, every time, little by little, little by little. The point is thick, with the baptism of time, the heart has changed from the initial discomfort to numbness.

"Yingyi..." The young man whispered, his elegant and windy face was filled with yearning that even he hadn't noticed.

The wind passed by gently, and the broken cherry blossoms in the young man's hand were rolled up and floated to the distance. The young man turned his body sideways, his eyes followed the broken cherry blossoms all the way, as if he had crossed the sky and came to the far west.

In the hidden grass, the white reflection flashed away, and the rustling writing sounded softly.

maple leaf? !
Looking at the maple leaves that suddenly appeared on the document, Sakura closed her eyelids, put down the pen in her hand, and walked to the French window to look at the scenery outside the villa. Various plants are arranged in a patchwork pattern, which is a standard Western pattern, while On both sides of the road, red maple trees are planted.

Jingle ~

The cell phone rang suddenly, Sakura looked away from the broken cherry blossoms, and looked at the clock on the small round table, the hands were just pointing at 02:00.Immediately, he frowned, reached out and took the mobile phone on the desk to open it, and when he saw the four Chinese characters of 'Irijiang Zuoduo', his face immediately sank.

Since that meeting, Irie Kanata called her every day at two o'clock in the morning in the United States, and when he got through, he talked nonsense, purely to disturb her sleep, and it had been going on for a month.

"Hey, Edogawa-san," on the other end of the phone, Irie Kanata's gentle voice slowly said, "Are you in the whole batch of projects again?"

"Eh." Yingyi said indifferently. The company was just starting up, and the project was very complicated. Both George and Lint were busy without touching the ground. Important and key documents had to be reviewed by Yingyi, so Yingyi worked hard every day. The entire batch of document projects would not be finished until five o'clock in the morning, and then they would rest for three hours before continuing with the whole batch of the next day, repeating constantly, if she hadn't been physically strong, she might have collapsed long ago.But around this, Lin Te still felt distressed. Under his insistence, Yingyi had to invite an academically excellent doctor to be her personal doctor.

"Edogawa-san, don't be too busy, take some time to rest, play tennis is also good." Irie Kanata leaned on the railing, with one hand on it, and the other hand holding the phone, his face was as gentle as water. He smiled, but a playful look flashed in those orange-amber pupils.

"You are still so young, how can your body be able to bear working so late every day, and you are still growing, and you will not grow taller if you go to bed late. Don't hang up the phone, I am..."

beep--

Before the words 'caring about you' could be uttered, the phone was hung up.Irie Kanata slowly took down the phone, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, he adjusted his glasses with his index finger, and said gently, "Well, Edogawa-san still can't listen."

"Kanta, if you call her during the day, maybe she will listen." Shuji Tanedao said, "Don't bother her in the early morning."

"Well, it's daytime now."

Shuji Tanejima closed his eyelids, "This is Japan."

"Hehe, I will think about it." Irie Kanade smiled, turned around and entered the court, "Tokugawa still has that face, why can't he just smile, well, forget it, I won't talk about it, let's talk about you I'm going to be angry."

Shuji Taneshima, "..."

Los Angeles, USA.

Snapped!
The sound of hitting the ball sounded, and the yellow-green ball flew high out of the fence.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh)))" The middle-aged man wearing a black kimono and carrying a tennis racket yelled loudly towards the younger way across the court.

"Damn it," the boy in the baseball cap gritted his teeth, stared at the unkempt middle-aged man with his amber cat eyes, pressed his hand on the brim of his hat, turned around and walked outside.

"Ah, young man," Echizen Minamijiro tapped his shoulder with a racket, with a rough expression on his face, "Hurry up, this game is not over yet."

"Che~madamadadane." Echizen Ryoma gave him a sideways look, and walked out.

Sakuraichi was walking on the road bored, throwing the tennis ball in his hand into the air, reaching out to catch it after the shadow changed from small to large, squeezed his five fingers, and inadvertently thought of Fujiwara Kuna and the others, and didn't know how well they trained So, looking up at the blue sky, he couldn't help but sigh.

"Hey, let me say," a slightly immature voice sounded from the side, with a touch of arrogance, "The ball in your hand is mine, right?"

It wasn't a question but an affirmative tone. Sakura couldn't help being startled. She turned around and looked at him. The first thing she saw was the iconic amber cat eyes, a hat with a red letter 'R' and... 151 height.

However, although it is only 151, it is taller than her 138, but she doesn't care, because she will still grow.Hearing his words, Sakuraichi glanced at the tennis ball in his hand with dark red pupils, then landed on Echizen Ryoma, and said indifferently, "Your?"

"Yeah." Echizen nodded, his big cat eyes looked at the guy who was also wearing a hat in front of him, a look of doubt flashed in his eyes, and he said flatly, "My ball fell."

"Really." Yingyi closed his eyelids, the corners of his mouth slightly hooked, and a playful smile faded from the corner of his mouth, "If it is nearby, then I did pick it up," Yingyi gestured to the ball in his hand, "What if I don't pay it back?"

Hearing the last sentence, Echizen frowned unobtrusively, and the cat's pupils gradually condensed, revealing a vigilant and sharp look, "Hey, that's my ball."

Seeing the change in his expression, Yingyi immediately felt a lot happier, but there was no expression on his face, and he said in an indifferent tone, "Since I picked it up, it's mine."

"you……"

"Miss," without waiting for Echizen to speak, someone spoke in Japanese. In a blink of an eye, he was a middle-aged man with the appearance of a housekeeper. He was standing beside a couple of pure black Lincoln cars. Sakura turned to look at him , Respectfully reminded, "There is still half an hour until the meeting time."

Hearing this, Sakura closed her eyelids, her gaze fell on Echizen's body, and with a flick of her wrist, she threw the tennis ball to Echizen, then turned and got into the car.

"This...Edogawa?" Echizen's eyes fell on the tennis ball in his hand, and when he saw the black Japanese characters of "Edogawa" printed on it, Maotong blinked, this is not his ball.Raising his head, the pure black Lincoln has disappeared, leaving only dust on the floor, pressing the brim of his hat, hooking the corner of his mouth, and speaking in a habitual tone, "Cut~madamadadane."

Japan, Seigaku

"Fujiwara," Ryo Sakuma, head of the Women's Tennis Department, walked up to them with a racket and said in a bad tone, "Coach Ryuzaki has something to do with you."

"Hmm." Fujiwara nodded coldly, and walked towards Sumire Ryuzaki's office regardless of Sakuma Ling's face turning pale in an instant.

(End of this chapter)