#lu xia

[nuisancehelicopter]

It's been more than 20 years and I'm still a sucker for these tennis boyas

[loveeverythingaboutlove]

[lazykatie]

Game, Set, Love: A Yu Qing Romance - Chapter 1

Qi Lin paced back and forth as she was waiting for her cousin to arrive at the Persimmon Tennis Park. She was put to a halt when she heard her ringtone and quickly answered, "Meimei, where are you now?"

"Jiejie I just got off the train. Can you come and fetch me? I don't seem to find the tennis court,"

Qi Lin slightly chuckles and answers, "Sure, give me a minute and I'll find you. Just stay where you are, don't go anywhere."

Qi Lin hangs up the phone and starts to jog in the direction of the train station. She then spots Qi Ying from afar and is about to call her when a short boy approaches her. The boy seemed to be asking about the directions since Qi Ying was pointing somewhere.

Huh? She said that she doesn't know the way. What is she doing now?

She sees the boy now going left. She just shrugs it off and proceeds to walk towards Qi Ying. She notices that Qi Ying is still staring longingly at the direction where the boy went. Qi Lin suddenly squeezes both of Qi Ying's arms to put her out of her trance as she says, "Seems like Meimei has a lot on her mind."

"Jiejie! When did you get here?" Qi Ying responded while wrapping her older cousin in a hug.

"Just got here," she said with a pause as she patted her head. Qi Ying then lets go of her cousin.

Qi Lin then says, "Now let's go see the match, or else Mom will be looking for us." She pulls Qi Ying in the right direction of where the match is being held.

"Ehhh, Jiejie isn't it that way?" Qi Ying pulls back and points to the left.

"Silly Ying, it's this way. Is that why you pointed that boy in that direction?" Qi Ying's eyes widen at her older cousin's statement. She then breaks off from her cousin's hold and rushes in the direction she had told the boy.

"Meimei! Where are you going? Mom's going to look for us if we don't go now!" Qi Ying does not respond, so all Qi Lin can do is follow her younger cousin.

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After 5 minutes, she realized that despite Qi Ying's size, she's a really fast runner and is easy to lose.

Whew, I need a drink. Qi Ying would be hearing a lot from me when I see her.

Searching for a vending machine, Qi Lin spotted Qi Ying with the same boy. She approached them, pinching Qi Ying's cheeks, "Qi- Ying! Why did you just run off?! You know you don't know this place well, and yet you had the audacity to run off like that!"

"Ehhhh," Qi Ying reacted.

"Jiejie, I was only trying to find him because I accidentally gave him the wrong directions," she said having trouble speaking while being pinched on the cheeks.

Qi Lin sighs, drops the pinching, and replies, "Fine, but you owe me a drink." Qi Ying nods as she tries to scan and buys 3 drinks for them when her phone says that she doesn't have any balance left.

Qi Lin exhales heavily and pulls out some money putting it in the vending machine.

She turns to the boy and asks, "What would you like?" The boy just points at the grape Fanta and Qi Lin pushes the button for the grape Fanta and orange Fanta. The can drops and Qi Lin points to Qi Ying to get them and offer one to the boy.

Qi Ying understood the message, grabbed the can, and said "Here you go. I apologize for what happened to your match."

The boy just takes it, nods, and goes on his way when he bumps into another boy who just starts yelling at him and starts challenging him to a match.

Now, that would be interesting. I wish I was still the same as before.

Qi Ying and Qi Lin found themselves following the boys to a vacant tennis court, when Qi Lin heard her phone ringing again.

Oh no, Mom's gonna kill me now.

"Heyyyyy Mom," She shakily answers. The other line's sound suddenly burst through her ears.

"I told you to fetch your cousin, what happened to bring her here?"

"Uhmm well, I encountered some setbacks. We're at a vacant tennis court right now." She anxiously answers her mother.

"I'm going there right now." her mom answers and drops the call. Qi Lin then hears the boy who's officiating the game saying 1-0 and asks them to change court.

Well, that was fast.

She can hear the officiator tell the other players to not tell them that they were from Yu Qing Tennis Club. Qi Ying then whispers, "They're my seniors?"

Qi Lin then responds to Qi Ying's whispers, "Then they must be my classmates or juniors."

Qi Lin freezes up when another voice responds from the back. "So, you guys found Lu Xia."

"Lu Xia? Like THE Little Lu Xia that I used to play with when I was younger?" Qi Lin asks, shocked by the new information that she just learned.

"Yes, that Lu Xia," her mother responds.

"I thought he was living abroad?" she counters.

"Well, he just got back - around the same time we arrived." her mother answers.

Wow, he's quite different from the Lu Xia that I know. He's not that cheery anymore.

Qi Lin was snapped out of her train of thought when she heard her Mom telling Qi Ying to not enter the court during a match. She then looks at her mom, "Mom, aren't you going to do anything?"

"Just believe in him. He knows what he's doing." She answers.

The match continues with Lu Xia serving and constantly hitting his opponent's face through his Twist Serve.

His opponent gives up and Lu Xia ends the match by serving the ball and saying to his opponent, "You need to work harder." All Qi Lin can do is chuckle at his antics as Lu Xia approaches them.

Coach Qi says to Lu Xia, "You really are your father's son."

He just nods at this statement, while Coach Qi tries to introduce the two girls, "So this is my daughter, Qi Lin, do you still remember her?"

He then shakes his head yes and says "Jiejie Lin, you look different from what I remember."

Qi Lin counters with a teasing tone, "You too, where is the Little Lu Xia that's so bubbly and wanting to catch up to me?"

Coach Qi then continues, "And this is my niece, Qi Ying, you're in the same grade level as her." Lu Xia only nods again, while Qi Ying shyly waves hi. Lu Xia waved back and Qi Ying blushed at his action.

Qi Lin can't help but chuckle and whisper to herself, these two are going to be so cute together. Maybe we'll just need a little push here and there in the future.

----- To be continued -----

Up Next: Chapter 2

cross-posted from wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/story/359772976-game-set-love-a-yu-qing-romance

[abandonedcornerz]

liu wen for vogue china - november 2021

chloe magno for vogue phillippines - august 2022

lu xia for vogue singapore - may 2022

[staydandy]

The Prince of Tennis (2019) - 奋斗吧, 少年! - Whump List

List by StayDandy Synopsis : Lu Xia is a tennis prodigy who lived overseas since he was a child. He has inherited his father's outstanding talent at tennis. However, trapped under the shadow of his father, Lu Xia only sees tennis as a tool to win over him, losing the passion and happiness in playing tennis altogether. Upon returning to China, he joins in a high school tennis team and meets various tennis masters. He begins to realize the meaning of tennis and figure out his own identity as a player. In the process of working to win the national league, Lu Xia and his teammates learn to work as a group and understand the importance of friends. (MDL) AKA : Tennis Boys

Whumpee : Lu Xia played by Peng Yu Chang

Country : 🇨🇳 China Genres : Youth, Drama, Sports, Friendship

Notes : This is a Partial List - I didn't list every bit of whump, just what caught my attention the most • Adapted from the Japanese manga of the same name by Takeshi Konomi • Previous adaptations of the manga have been made by Japan, and China

Episodes on List : 2 Total Episodes : 42

*Spoilers below*

07 : Lu Xia is hit by a broken racket during a game, eyelid cut

36 : (near end) Passes out

[scintillulae]

[leyla-sph]

same girl same.

maybe i am ill

[hyxsn]

"its just a phone ad, its not that serious"

the phone ad:

[laciefuyu]

[CN Server Spoilers]

4TH ANNIVERSARY SSR CARDS

[mysterialistic]

Ladies and gentlemen, we finally have the entire Hot-Headed crew:

[nuisancehelicopter]

Nanananana

TAKE YOUR SHIRT OFF

-lu xia

[gabbyp09]

[revasserium]

nxx #1 - waking up with you

artem.

you wake up to find him watching you, the summer sky of his eyes fixed on you as you smile and yawn and curl closer. “sleep well?” he asks, his voice still husky and rough, the silk and gravel of a jazz singer in a smoke-filled bar, delicious and intoxicating. he asks you about your dreams, traces soft, abstract lines into the bare skin of your waist, smiles at the way you get shy when you realize what a mess your hair is, tugs you back when you try to pull away from him to straighten it out — he says, “no… let be it,” he says, “it looks good like this… just like this…��, he says, “sometimes… i think i’m still dreaming when i wake up next to you,”, he says, “look at me…” and he smiles, cups your cheek, holds you still as you stare back at him, searching his eyes only to find love and love and love.

luke.

you wake up to find him watching you, though he’s still clearly barely awake himself — there’s a shy, lazy grin caught on his lips and he slips over to slip his arm around your waist to pull you closer, nuzzle into your cheek if only to make you laugh. “hey! what’s so funny?” he asks, a pout already pressed between his lips, his eyes drawn large and puppy-like, but you smile and shake your head, tell him that it’s nothing, kiss the tip of his nose just to see him blush before he dives on top of you, pinning you beneath him with a bright laugh, “ah, so that’s how you wanna play?” he says, his honeycomb hair falling to frame his face and you — you stare up at him, breathless. he has the decency to blush again before collapsing at your side and tugging you closer, “mm… it’s too early for that, isn’t it?” he asks, looping his arm around your middle and pulling you close, “let’s sleep in for just a bit longer, hm?”

vyn.

you wake up to find him watching you, his cheek propped up on the heel of his hand, his eyes like twin stars, bright and burning and inquisitive, “ah… good morning, my sleeping beauty,” he says, smiling as you bury your face in your pillow to stifle a yawn, feeling you cheeks heat at the thought of him watching you sleep for god knows how long and — were you drooling? he laughs as you peer up at him over the top of your pillow, your hair a birds nest sitting atop your head — he reaches out to muss it up even more, a fond smile gracing his lips as he leans in. he kisses both your eyelids before pulling back, “good dreams, i hope? you were smiling a lot so…” he cocks his head to watch you, ever the scientist as you are ever the butterfly, pinned to the cushion beneath him. “s-something like that…” you say, averting your eyes as you try not to recall the details of your less-than-kosher dream of him, but he only leans in, his smile widening slightly as he pulls you closer, “mm… tell me about it… and maybe… we’ll be able to make some of those dreams come true, hm?”

marius.

you wake up to find him asleep — or so you think, but the grin on his lips tells you otherwise, and when you try to pull away, a pair of arms reaches out to tug you back against his warm chest, his hold on you tight and steady as you feel him nosing into the back of your neck, “ah… jiejie… how mean — trying to leave me before i wake up…” you laugh to yourself before flipping over to meet his dazzling, gemstone gaze, pursing your lips as you take him in, “if you were asleep, how’d you know i was trying to leave?” you ask, but he only crinkles his nose and leans in to bury his face in the crook of your neck, whining even as you feel him smirk against your skin — “so mean, jiejie… bullying me on a weekend morning… after everything that happened last night…” you feel yourself go hot at his words, thinking back to last night — to the heat and friction, to the give and take. you swallow as he chuckles, pulling back to pin you with those saturday night eyes of his — “don’t you think you owe me just a little, hm?” he asks, pulling you beneath him and pinning you there, “didn’t you promise you’d make me feel good too?” and you can barely nod before he’s grazing his lips along the bare skin of your shoulder, letting out a soft, wanton moan, “so… how about we start… right now?”

tot MARIUS reqs are officially open u__u

[lazykatie]

Game, Set, Love: A Yu Qing Romance - Chapter 11

Qi Lin rocked her feet back and forth as she waited for the nurse to call her name. The rhythmic motion was calming, a small way to remove the boredom from waiting. The sterile scent of antiseptic filled the air, mingling with the quiet hum of the hospital.

As she continued to rock her feet, she found herself recalling the day where her 'everything' ended.

FLASHBACK~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The finals of the women's 18 and under tennis tournament were tense. The score was tied at 2-2, with the current set in her favor 5-4, Ad-40. Each swing sent jolts of pain through Qi Lin's wrist, but she pushed through, determined to end the rally that seemed to stretch on forever.

Due to the fact that her wrist is already in a rather poor condition to begin with, she planned to end everything fast. However, fate had other plans for her and drove Qi Lin down to the road of impatience and desperation.

Despite the searing pain in her wrist with each swing, Qi Lin resolved to use her latest technique—a risky move she had yet to fully master. Desperation fueled her determination, pushing her to take the chance. Setting her racket in a low position, she took a deep breath, focusing her attention on the ball.

She swung her racket from low to high position, the ball brushing underneath her racket. The ball flew just barely above the net but it was not the only thing that flew—her racket did too. Her racket landed near the net while the ball landed on her opponent's side before bouncing back towards her court without being hit by her opponent.

Qi Lin fell on her knees, sobbing crying her heart out, not being able to believe that she did it! The whole arena cheered as she stood up to pick her racket. She grabbed it but her joy was replaced with pain as she screeched and—

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"Miss Qi Lin," the nurse called her the nth time.

Startled out of her reverie, Qi Lin blinked rapidly, readjusting to the present moment. She straightened up in her seat, momentarily disoriented before realizing where she was. Pushing aside the memories of that intense match, she turned towards the nurse with a faint smile.

"Yes, that's me," Qi Lin replied, her voice soft yet composed despite the lingering emotions from her recollection.

The nurse gestured for her to follow and led her into Dr. Wang's office.

"Ah, Qi Lin, come in," Dr. Wang greeted her with a warm smile. He was a middle-aged man with kind eyes and a reassuring demeanor. "How have you been?"

"I've been alright, Dr. Wang. My wrist is still stiff, but it's manageable," Qi Lin replied, taking a seat and rubbing her wrist absently.

"Good to hear," Dr. Wang said, nodding. "Let's take a look."

He examined her wrist carefully, testing its range of motion and strength. Qi Lin winced slightly as he pressed on a tender spot, but overall, the examination was more comfortable than it had been in months.

"Your wrist is healing well," Dr. Wang said finally, removing his gloves. "The stiffness is normal, and it should continue to improve with therapy. How's your daily routine been? Have you started training for tennis again?"

Qi Lin shakes her head no. "I haven't. I try to avoid putting too much pressure on it."

"That's good, but you can already start it small with your tennis training. Remember, gradual strengthening is key. I'd like for you to continue with your physical therapy exercises, and we'll add a few new ones to help with the stiffness," Dr. Wang advised, showing her the new exercises on a pamphlet.

After the appointment, Qi Lin left Dr. Wang's office, feeling relieved yet pensive about her recovery. As she walked down the corridor, lost in thought while reading the pamphlet, she turned a corner and collided with someone.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" Qi Lin exclaimed, instinctively reaching out to steady herself and the person she had bumped into.

The familiar voice brought Qi Lin back to the present. "Qi Lin? What are you doing here?" Siyang asked, his concern evident as he steadied her.

"Captain?" She called out.

"I'm sorry. I didn't see you there," Qi Lin said, feeling a mix of embarrassment and surprise as she straightened herself.

"It's alright, no harm done," Siyang replied, his face remaining neutral yet sounding reassuring. "Are you okay?"

Qi Lin nodded quickly. "Yes, I'm fine. Just a bit lost in thought," she admitted.

Siyang's eyes wandered to Qi Lin's hand—specifically the pamphlet. Why does she have that—

"You've had an injury?" He asked, looking directly into her eyes while Qi Lin avoided it.

"Uhm..." She fidgets and slightly crumples the pamphlet.

"Can we take this to somewhere more secluded?"

Siyang nodded. "Where should we go?"

Qi Lin scratched her head in embarrassment as she said, "I was hoping you would know some place."

"I know some places but it's almost lunch time. Have you eaten?"

Qi Lin's stomach grumbled as if it was answering for her. "As you've heard from my stomach, I haven't."

The edges of Siyang's lips pulled slightly upwards like he was smiling, but with the Captain's stoic face, it was hard to tell.

"I have pre-ordered some peking duck before going here. We just need to pick it before going." He said, walking towards the elevator with Qi Lin at the back following him.

"Mind telling what place you have in mind?" Qi Lin asked but Siyang just kept his mouth locked.

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"Wow!"

There wasn't much to be mesmerized by—the bridge where Siyang usually fished offered a simple, serene view. But Qi Lin's amazement was all about the food.

"This is really good, Siyang," she said, savoring the last bite. "Thanks for the meal!"

"No problem."

Qi Lin leaned back against the bridge support, savoring the lingering taste of the meal and the tranquility of the setting. The gentle rustle of leaves and the distant sound of water added to the peaceful ambiance. She glanced at Siyang, who was already watching her with a thoughtful expression.

Siyang cleared his throat before asking, "So, about the pamphlet..."

Qi Lin took a deep breath, exhaling slowly before saying, "I guess, I can't avoid it any longer."

She turned her eyes away from Siyang, straightening her posture as if preparing herself to drop the bomb on him.

Alright, Qi Lin. It's already in the past. YOU CAN DO THIS!

"You don't need to talk about it if you're not comfortable."

"No, I can do this." Qi Lin reassured Siyang but it was mostly to reassure herself.

"I had a wrist injury about seven months ago," Qi Lin began, her voice wavering slightly. She took a deep breath, her eyes fixed on the distant horizon as she gathered her thoughts. Siyang remained silent, his attentive gaze encouraging her to continue.

"I got it when I was playing tennis. It was an important match for me. I eventually won the match but as you can see," she gestured to her left wrist, "It came with a price." She said, trying to put on a smile but failed.

"After the match, my injury—the pain—got in the way of my everyday life. The doctors suggested that I should go with the surgery to lessen the pain and at least bring it back to normal."

She paused, staring into the sky saying, "But I know that it'll never be the same."

Siyang instinctively reached out his hand towards her when Qi Lin suddenly turned to him with a tear in her eye. He retracted his hand and shuffled, finding his handkerchief.

"It's fine, Captain. I'm alright." She smiled as the tears fell down.

All Siyang could do was give her the handkerchief so she could wipe her tears.

He waited for her to regain her composure before uttering a word. "You did well, Qi Lin."

"Thanks," She said with a sniff.

The two sat in silence when Qi Lin had a realization.

"How about you, Captain? What were you doing at the hospital?"

Without hesitation, Siyang answered, "I also have an injury."

"Oh" Qi Lin reacted. "May I ask what happened?"

"It was 2 years ago. A senior hit my elbow with a racket. It's not that painful but the doctor said it was not stable." He said, looking at his left elbow.

Qi Lin stared at his elbow before looking at her wrist. An unexpected chuckle escaped her lips, surprising even herself. Siyang's head tilted in curiosity, his serious demeanor momentarily softened.

Qi Lin realized her actions as she turned red. "I'm ... I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to ... I didn't mean to laugh at you," she said, covering her face with her hands.

She breathed in and out as she let herself cool down before continuing, "I just thought that we are so alike."

"It seems like we're living parallel lives," Qi Lin remarked, her voice tinged with a mixture of irony and sadness. Siyang's gaze lingered on her, understanding and empathy reflected in his eyes.

----- To be continued -----

Previous: Chapter 10

Up Next: Chapter 12

cross-posted from wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/story/359772976-game-set-love-a-yu-qing-romance

[daily-linkclick]

daily link click: 6/15/23

behind the scenes in episode 2 (happy pride)

[actualbird]

i know we all always say that the nxx boys need therapy, i often say this too, but i frankly think all of them would be TERRIBLE (at least at first) in therapy for different reasons

luke: fully aware he's Messed Up but 1) constantly lies in therapy because he's a Liar who diminishes his own hardships and 2) is uncooperative in general because he thinks he Doesn't Deserve To Get Better

artem: ashamed about needing to be there. overcompensates and views the ordeal as Required Homework to be Loved. wants to get a Good Grade in therapy (not how it works)

vyn: HA! vyn?? be VULNERABLE to a stranger??? he must laugh. he'll try to posit that he is actually Perfectly Fine and Unbothered By Any Traumas. might try to mindgame the therapist.

marius: this man becomes a stand-up comedian at his intake session. similar allergic-to-vulnerability problem as vyn but copes by deflecting like CRAZY with jokes and charm and personality. "haha arent i hilarious (please dont ask about my childhood)"