[Net King] Under Thirty

Chapter 12

30 years in Hedong and 30 years in Hexi.

In middle school, Nioh basically had no chance to fight against Atobe, because according to the level, Atobe is usually the opponent of Sanada or Yukimura.But now, the result of the match between the 29-year-old president of the Atobe Foundation and the 29-year-old recently retired professional tennis player...

"That's why I said, Master Atobe, it's time for you to exercise your strength." At the end of the game, Nioh swung his racket and the tennis ball landed.Nioh, who landed lightly on the ground, didn't have any trouble breathing, his body was slightly hot and he didn't even sweat.The amount of exercise in winter is roughly equivalent to his warm-up.

On the contrary, Atobe on the opposite side was much more embarrassed.

30 years in Hedong and 30 years in Hexi.

Common sayings are often linked with truth.

Therefore, Minister Bingdi, who was famous for his endurance 15 years ago, faced Li Haida's fraudster, who had obvious physical shortcomings 15 years ago, and his situation was completely reversed.

Nioh actually didn't understand why Atobe asked to play a game.

But he still wanted to try standing on both ends of the net with Atobe.

Looking back, he really didn't have a serious recorded match with Atobe.

He played mostly doubles in middle school, and even in U17, he was never arranged for a transposition match with Atobu.

As for some sparring training during daily training... Obviously not counting.And even for sparring training, he and Atobe couldn't go together.

The intersection in middle school was more of a follow-up communication derived from the doubles game proposed by Atobe.

From this point of view, Nioh felt that he was not familiar with Atobe...and he was right.

Just make up for regrets, Nioh thought so.

At the age of 29 (it can be counted as [-] years old), Atobe plays tennis as dazzlingly as in the past.

The difference is probably that it has been standing still or even going backwards...well, five-dimensional.

Things like mental strength will not regress, and technology probably won't either, but physical strength and speed...

Nioh recalled a certain experience with Atobe last time, and felt that the muscles on Atobe's body were probably trained in the gym, and indeed they were more ornamental.

At least look good?

That's right.

he thought with relief.

If there is no such gap, then he has been a professional player for more than six hours a day for more than six hours of daily training and the extreme training period before the competition that makes life worse than death... Isn't it for nothing?

Atobe was obviously not surprised by this result.

He's played occasionally over the years, but not at a level he can maintain.It took him a lot of energy to manage the Atobe consortium, and it was difficult to guarantee sleep time, let alone pick up a racket to play.

And when he has some aftertaste and can arrange his own life, even if he finds professional players from his clubs, he usually can't stop playing.

Players will not offend the big boss, and Atobe also feels that the way of playing without going all out is very boring.

Professional players usually treat Atobe with the attitude of outsiders, which is the reason for Atobe's lack of enthusiasm.

So why did I suddenly find Nioh to play?

The intersection between him and Nioh must have been related to tennis from the beginning to the end.

What reason is there?

When putting down the racket to get water, Atobe complained half-truthfully: "Don't call me 'Master Atobe'."

"What do you call you? Sir? Boss? President?" Nioh laughed.

Atobe glanced at him very puzzled why this man had to speak in such an annoying way.

With a soft snort, Atobe sat on the recliner: "Can't you just call my name?"

"Atobe?" Nioh approached with a smile, and stopped beside his chair.After a pause for a few seconds, the silver-haired man bowed slightly: "Or, Jingwu?"

Atobu breathed suddenly.

Someone deliberately lowered his voice very badly, and the originally hoarse voice forcibly made the phrase "Jingwu" resonate and reverberate.

And this tone, usually...

It has nothing to do with daily greetings.

Atobe suddenly remembered that during that night in Moscow, Nioh remained silent from the beginning to the end.

Surrounding that dim room, there were only suppressed rapid panting, and one or two uncontrollable nasal sounds.

This guy must have done it on purpose.

Atobe gritted his teeth thinking.

The author has something to say: Hey hey, it’s really fun to bully Atobe in tennis~

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