【Ninji Shinobu】Let's talk about love

Later, Shinobu sat in the ward and shared Atobe's dinner.Atobe poked at the potato salad on the plate with a plastic knife and fork, looking depressed.

"They are afraid that I will commit suicide, even the fork is made of this kind of soft material." He flicked the soft fork.

"What did you do to make your family like this?" Renzu asked while chewing on boiled beans.If Atobe eats this kind of food every day, Shinozu really sympathizes with him.

Atobe glanced at him. "Before I ran back last time, my uncle threatened the old man with a table knife."

Shinobu opened his eyes wide.

"He hardly cares about me all year round, and suddenly he starts to meddle in things, isn't it annoying?" Atobe said. "It's not that my uncle chose to be the heir."

"The heir...is there nothing wrong with that?"

"Is it better to play ball?"

He stopped and thought for a while. "In the past few years in medical school, I have had the most profound experience that the human body is really fragile and very flexible."

Atobe took a bite of potato salad and looked at him.

"Athletes are constantly overdrawn to some extent." Shinozu said. "That kind of explosive power is unsustainable. It's because of this life-sustaining approach that competitive sports look so glamorous because people can't do it."

"It's life." Atobe said. "On the field, that feeling of being alive is the strongest."

Nodding his head. "I still play tennis regularly."

"Your knee?" Atobe asked.

"It's almost better." Ren Zu replied. "But the state of the U-17s can't be brought back. The mentality is different. I enjoy playing now."

"You've always enjoyed tennis," Atobe said. "There are not that many people who really enjoy this sport, so it's always a pity that I didn't continue to play Uncle Ben."

"Ah, is that so? I really didn't really like playing before." Renzu replied. "It's not because I might have stopped playing after meeting you."

"As a result, he made it to the U-17 Japan team, and also made it to the youth world ranking." Atobe smiled. "Yushi, you are much more persistent than you imagined."

Shinji shrugged. "Maybe. Well, although it's not that I haven't thought about aiming for a job, I don't have to win like Atobe. How should I say the world of jobs is too absolute and closed? There are always such a group of people, Following the same set of rules, the hero is judged entirely by winning or losing, and there is only one champion... I still want to walk more and see more, it doesn't matter if I take a little detour, the wild flowers on the roadside are also very beautiful."

Atobe ate a meatball and bit his fork without saying a word.

"Of course Atobe's pursuit is different from mine. But being an heir and taking the business path, the challenges and hardships you encounter are more difficult than tennis? It is very difficult. Although I am not qualified to say this, but tennis , It’s really a very pure thing, as long as you think about winning every point and winning. If Atobe chose tennis because he didn’t want to inherit, I think he chose an easier path.”

Atobe put down his fork. "You can really talk," he said.

"I just don't want to see you get hurt again." Ren Zu replied.

"...My uncle actually knows." Atobe paused for a long time before opening his mouth. "Sooner or later, I will inherit it, and sooner or later, I will leave tennis. But I always feel... can I play a few more games? It's okay... to fight for it again?" He sighed and put the dinner plate aside. "It's so early, I haven't played enough..."

Shinobu also put down the dinner plate, stepped forward and sat on the edge of the bed, reached out to hug him, and leaned his forehead on his shoulder. "...I'm really not reconciled, I want to catch up with Tezuka."

"Before I came, Tezuka called me." Shinozu said. "He couldn't get in touch with you, so he found me. He was also very worried."

Atobe grimaced and refused to get up. "My uncle is not in the mood to be comforted by him now."

"Are you telling the truth? I don't want you to contact him either." Renzu said.

Atobe looked up at him. "Are you jealous?"

"You know? So jealous. To be able to play against you like that."

"The one who gives up first is not qualified to speak."

"It's one thing to know intellectually, but another to accept it emotionally. Xiao Jing, you are the one who understands the most, right?" Shinozu said, stroking Atobe's face and stroking his lips with his fingers.

Atobe finally laughed.

The nurse came and took away the tray.Shinozu chatted with the trace department for a while, and talked about the current situation of the ice emperors. Most of them are still in Tokyo, but they are distributed in different schools. Yue Ren was on a variety show before, and he was popular for a while. Now it is a few of them One of the most famous.

He wanted to leave after chatting, but Atobe left him behind.

"My dad will be here tomorrow morning. I hope you're here," Atobe said.

Renzu was stunned. "Does it fit?"

"It's suitable as long as I say it's suitable." Atobe said, holding his hand. "Sleep here tonight."

He walked over and locked the door.

The intensive care unit was fully equipped, and the two of them took turns to take a shower. Atobe lay on the bed wrapped in a bathrobe, and crawled directly onto him with no clothes on.

"Because we don't have condoms, just to make sure, have you...?" he asked.

Tracebe shook his head. "without you?"

"Me neither." Renzu replied. "I can't forget you."

Atobe laughed, pulled his head off and kissed him.Shinobu put his hand inside his bathrobe.

The hospital bed is not big, it is actually a little bit reluctant to sleep two people, but it is enough to have sex.Ninjachi pulled up Atobe's hands and clasped them over his head.

"Will it hurt?" he asked.

"A little bit." Atobe replied. "It's okay, you can continue."

Such a posture is like a statue of a suffering god.There were traces of past surgery on Atobu's shoulder, and the muscles were tense. He endured the kiss along the way and licked the fruit on his chest.

Atobe's figure is still very good. Although the continuous bed rest makes the leg muscles not so tight, but after all, professional athletes are still much better than the figure of the library that endures every day.Shinobu lifted his leg up and kissed his knee, the surgical scar on his shin, the scar on his ankle, and finally his feet.

Atobe was tickled, laughed, and kicked him.

They lubricated with lotion and Atobu moaned sweetly, grabbing his hair and tugging as they licked him.

He's very candid in bed, and doesn't hide his complacency about how his charm affects Shinozu.Love everything about him unconditionally.Accumulated scars, freckles on the back, birthmarks under the armpits, scratches left by long fingernails, chest and face turn red when excited, short gasps when being penetrated, licking lips unconsciously, kissing When it hurts, it will frown but not make a sound, and when it feels good, it will moan loudly and curse softly.

He is just perfect.Everywhere.

After the end, the two of them lay in a daze on the bed, it was so crowded that one of their legs fell out of the bed.Atobe kept drawing circles on Shinobuzu's abdomen unconsciously.

"How long will you be staying?" Atobe asked.

"The longest until the end of August, after which school will start."

"At that time, my uncle will be about to enter school."

"Have you chosen a school, Atobe?"

"I got admission letters from Cambridge and London Political Economics before, but the game was delayed, so it should still be valid."

"Wow, that's amazing. Where are you going?"

"It's probably still Cambridge. The economy or management has not yet been decided."

"You can also play at school. Don't forget me when you meet new friends."

Atobe suddenly pinched Shinozuzu's nose.After holding back his breath for a while, he had to open his mouth to breathe, and Atobe kissed him.Atobe didn't let him go until his head started to buzz and dizzy, his eardrum was congested, and his lungs seemed to be full of Atobe's breath.

Holding back his breath, his face was even redder than when he had sex before, thinking that this young master is really terrible.

"I'm not happy that I graduated later than you." Atobe muttered.

"I still have three years." Renzu smiled. "And if you want to study for a doctorate, it will be seven years."

"Studying medicine is hard work."

"Otherwise, how can people put their lives in their hands?"

"Have you figured out what direction to go?"

"There is still half a year to choose. Let me think about it again."

Atobe paused for a long time after that.

"Will you wait for me?" he asked.

Putting his hands behind his head, he also thought for a while. "Actually, I suspect that you are waiting for me."

Atobu tilted his head. "Well, that's true."

The two hugged each other and passed the night on the narrow hospital bed.Renzu didn't sleep well, but Atobe was in his arms, which was very warm, and made him have several short and bizarre dreams, all of which smelled of roses without exception.

The next morning I woke up very early.After breakfast, I watched TV for a while.Atobe's father arrived.

Atobe's father was very dignified and imposing. Although he was a little puzzled by Shinobu's appearance here, he didn't express anything on his face.

"You called me here today, I hope you have already thought about it." He folded his arms and said to Jing Wu.

"Yes." Jing Wu's momentum hardened unconsciously.Looking at them like this, the two people really look alike, with the same outline and the same toughness, but Atobe's father is obviously deeper and more mature.

"I can give up the job network, go to study and get a job, and inherit the family business." Atobe said. "But on one condition."

"You said."

Atobe glanced at Shinobu.Renzu's heart jumped suddenly.

"This is my boyfriend." Atobe said word by word. "My uncle will not marry a woman. Don't force me in the future. If you accept, I will go to Cambridge to study in the fall."

Atobe's father's face immediately sank. "You are too capricious."

"Unfortunately, that's it." Atobe replied.

"What if I say no?"

"Please find another heir who is better than me."

Atobe's father stared at him with a gloomy face, then swept his foot and returned to his son.

"Does your little boyfriend know what it means for you to make such a decision?" he asked.

"He doesn't need to know." Atobe replied.

"Stupid... stupid!" Atobe's father whispered. "You let me down so much. First you played basketball so hard that you don't know who you are, and now you threaten me with things like coming out? Jing Wu, do you really think I can't do anything about you?"

"You can take back the right of inheritance." Jing Wu replied, tit for tat. "My uncle doesn't need your money to prove himself. And you know that."

"What do you think you are without the surname Atobe? Where do your resources come from? Without me, who would care about you?" Atobe's father sneered and waved his hands.Jing Wu's face was flushed, and his hands were clenched into fists, tightly, and it seemed that he was about to explode.

Couldn't bear to look at it, and interrupted. "Mr. Atobe, although I shouldn't speak, some things are not what you think."

Atobe's father looked at him.

"Jingwu really plays tennis very well, and he really loves tennis. This is known to everyone who watches football all over the world." Renzu said. "You are his father, so you should be able to understand his son's love? He accepted the inheritance because the Atobe family needed him more than the world of tennis. This is also a more difficult path. It is a very difficult choice. He has already If you want to give up your important dream for the Atobe family, don’t force him anymore, please give him a little freedom. It doesn’t matter whether this freedom has something to do with me, but you are his father, don’t you want him to live Are you happy?"

Atobe's father stopped for a long time without speaking.

"What's your name?" he asked.

"Ninzu Yushi." Ninja replied.

"I remember you." He said, looking at his son again. "After this time is over, come home and find me."

After he finished speaking, he left without stopping at all.

Only then did Renzu feel that his heart was beating too fast, and the coercion of the Atobe father and son's quarrel was too strong, and he actually interrupted it, probably because his life was not long enough.

Atobe let out a breath, relaxing a little. "Yushi, you...it's over. My dad hates him to be interrupted when he talks."

"I also think it's over. But do you want me to see you two really fighting?" Renzu sighed and stretched his stiff muscles. "You are too courageous, coming out of the closet...can't we wait for a while to talk about it?"

"Anyway, sooner or later there will be quarrels, so let's just solve the problem once and for all." Atobe said.

Shinobu stroked his hair. "Well, then I have to prepare to go back and have a fight with my dad."

"Do you need my help?" Atobe glanced at him.

"You will only add to the chaos..."