[Jiren] Sea Salt and Roses

Standing in the dark hallway watching Atobe practice on the brightly lit indoor tennis court was strange no matter how you think about it.

But his original intention was obviously just to try to see if he could add another name to the list of "Phantom".

Although it is difficult to be a phantom right-hander, it is not enough because Atobe's height, weight and even strength are the same as his own, so it won't be particularly difficult to cosplay, right?

When Nioh came out of the bathroom, his face was flushed.

Wearing a basic shirt and jeans, he rolled up his sleeves and walked to the mirror with wet hair to dry it.

The public hair dryer is the style used in barbershops. The hot air blows through his rather long hair, and the ends of the hair are swept at the position of the shoulder blades.

It took a few minutes for Atobe to come over and pull the hair dryer out of his hand.

He lowered his head slightly and kissed the back of Prince Ni's neck.

On the skin that still has the temperature of hot water is the fragrance of shower gel, mixed with a very shallow smell of the sea.

Atobe turned off the hair dryer in his hand, and raised his head to look at Nioh's eyes in the mirror: "You are almost in heat."

"Pfft." Nioh raised his hand and brushed his hair aside, "It would be nice to be able to end the estrus before the competition starts."

"There's still a week left for the game."

"I don't know that estrus will come in a few days."

"Security stickers?"

"You are here, why should I wear a safety sticker." Niwang said with a smile, probably a little provocative.

Tracebe laughed lowly.

He turned on the hair dryer again, and brushed Nio's slightly wet hair with his fingers: "Why does my uncle compare himself with safety stickers? It's not gorgeous."

On the way back to their room, they passed by Byodoin Temple, which was holding a racket.

Seeing them, the serious-looking man froze for a moment, showing an expression that he didn't know whether it was teasing or sarcastic: "What? Going to the tennis court at night to talk about love?"

"It's better than having no chance at all," Atobe responded.

Byodoin snorted coldly, looking repressed.

But it seemed that he was worried about Niwang's presence, so he just snorted.

"The ghost guy suggested that you teach those little devils how to play doubles." He crossed his arms and glanced impatiently at Atobe, "Speaking of which, you won't be free to come to Australia and you can follow the tennis team all day long, right? .”

"There's still time for a game." Atobe snorted and said, "I don't have any objections. It's okay to teach singles together."

"Ha, if those brats are so weak, they might as well not come here to compete, just declare abstention. It also saves airfare."

This probably meant that they agreed to do doubles training.

Niwang stood aside and pinched the end of his hair thoughtfully.

He went back to the room calmly (after the verbal confrontation between Atobe and Byodoin Temple), and when Atobe opened the champagne and the record player, he unpacked the incense candles that he hesitated for a while when packing the luggage.

Atobe was leaning against the window with a wine glass in his hand, and raised his hand at him: "Sleep aid? Is it useful?"

"It's useless." King Ren said directly.

"Want to try drinking?"

Nioh looked up at the wine glass in Jibu's hand: "No, I don't think champagne can help you sleep."

Adding to the fun is more or less the same.

When he got up early the next day and went to the training ground with his tennis bag on his back, he came up with a new way to play.

"I remember someone said before that they want to play doubles with me? How about trying? The opponent is Atobe-kun and...Anyone who wants to try doubles with Atobe-kun?"

"But coach, we don't know the technical characteristics of Mr. Atobe when he plays."

"Haven't seen the video? That's right, it's been too long, maybe the pixels of the video are blurred to the point where you can't see the face clearly. After all, it was the era when video tapes were used, Piyo~" Nioh said old-fashioned.

His tone made many people couldn't help laughing.

Ghost thought about this proposal: "In this way, will it help the improvement of doubles?"

"I can partner with anyone anyway." Nioh spread his hands, "And the World Cup also needs this kind of skill, doesn't it?"

"...You are right."

Back then, the order of playing in the World Cup was submitted based on the paper information (for example, the combination of Tono and Kirihara, which is too biased), not to mention the rule that repeated appearances cannot be made in the knockout rounds.

"Does anyone really want to play doubles with the Atobe team?" He asked the last question.

The background sound is Atobe's "Ah, it's impossible for my uncle's aesthetics to be appreciated by no one."

King Ren coughed twice, tilted his head slightly, and turned his gaze: "Puff, isn't Shishido here?"

Shishido:? ?Who did I provoke? ?I have been teammates for several years, and I don't want to play doubles with the Atobe team, okay?It's been a long time since Chotaro and I played doubles together!

There are indeed many people in the selection team who want to play doubles with Nioh.

Half of it is because of Nioh's famous name.

Half of it was because he once challenged Nioh and lost outright.

"I'm mainly a doubles player. If I can't even beat me, don't talk nonsense in the training camp." Nioh used this kind of rhetoric to deal with every middle school student who spoke badly, usually wearing a casual suit that can't even be called sportswear. Holding the racket, he removed the braided hair rope with one hand and tidied up his hair, while nodding to the other coaches who were standing beside the court to score points, "Call Senior Ghost and ask him to bring another sleeping bag out of the warehouse."

Gui once sighed in the year-end summary that the person they respected and dissatisfied most back then was the Sanchuan coach in the deep mountains.

He took over the job of Mifune's coach and stationed in the deep mountains, but he didn't expect that one or two of the middle school students who came would remember Nioh who was in the training camp headquarters.

"Could it be that I'm too intimidating?"

Nioh lazily leaned against the table: "Pfft, I'm impressed with Coach Saito."

Saito, who participated in the party, smiled gently: "I see, are you inheriting my mantle?"

"...No, I'm not as cruel as coaching you."

"You are much more indifferent than Coach Saito." Shishido couldn't help complaining, "You can't remember the middle school students you defeated, right?"

"For me to remember, at least I have to have impressive characteristics. The training camp selects more than 100 people every year. Do I have to remember every one of them?"

Nioh who said such words at least remembered what the students in the selection group were good at and what kind of tricks they had.

Walking out of the selection team was one of the rare OMEGA players who asked not to be late and arrive on time when he was doing psychological counseling yesterday.

He entered the training camp from junior high school. Although he did not enter the junior high school representative team in junior high school, he was stable in the top 10 of the selection team when he entered high school, but he did not differentiate in the competition last year.

Probably because of the gap after the split, he expressed his extreme thoughts to King Ren the day before.

Nioh glanced at the safety sticker on the back of his neck: "Okay?"

The boy nodded silently.

When preparing for the event, he asked Nioh in a low voice: "Coach, did you just... call Mr. Atobe 'Atobe-kun'?"

"What's the matter?" King Ni didn't understand what he meant at first, and after a few seconds he couldn't laugh or cry, "What do you think I should call him? Dear? DearHoney? Ana?"

"No...but..."

"Of course I don't use honorifics in private." Nioh straightened his body after speaking, and gave him a subtle look. "What are middle school students thinking now."

After all, Atobe did not become a partner with Shishido, which made Shishido heave a sigh of relief.

He glanced at the hesitant selection team members, showing some pity.

In the end, this weird "doubles guidance" was still a performance by Atobe and Nioh.

Once Nioh's mental power is released, the middle school students have no power to parry at all-including his own teammates.

Mental power is a mysterious thing to say, but it can be used in competitions, and it often becomes an overwhelming force.

Back then, Atobe was already the best among junior high school students, but he still lost his rhythm under the direct mental attack of Ochi Moonlight.

And now?

The gap between Nioh's mental power and the mental power of the middle school students present here is much larger than the gap between Ochi and Atobe's spiritual power back then.

"OMEGA's advantage on the court, let's experience it for yourself." After saying this, he directly connected to the same tune.

The condescending homology is completely the relationship between controlling and being controlled.

It seems that all the thinking in the brain is controlled, so the body does not listen to control, like a puppet.

But at least he can think for himself.

What about the person who was directly attacked?

Halfway through the fight, the middle school student on the opposite side was covered in sweat, and the racket slipped from his hand.

He knelt on the ground panting.

The ghost blew the whistle, originally to signal the end of the round to switch venues, but after waiting for a while to see that the player hadn't moved, he walked over.

He checked and turned around: "Pause, lost consciousness."

Atobe crossed his arms, with a bit of contemplation and impatience in his expression: "Ah, it's really not gorgeous."

Nioh withdrew his mental power, and the Shiji Department seemed to hear the sighs of relief from all the middle school students in the audience.

ALPHA's five senses are too sharp for him to ignore this.

He glanced at the nonchalant person on the opposite side with a funny look, and went to the sidelines to get water, thinking that it was really simple and straightforward for that guy to do "psychological counseling" in this way.

The training during the day seemed silent and heavy after this game.

Nioh didn't say much, just snapped his fingers at the "temporary partner" who was still in a daze, and said wake up, do you feel it now?

...Ah, oh, um, thanks coach.

Probably scared the boy quite a bit.

In the evening, Atobe joked that Nioh taught too much and too profoundly, and some things would not be empathetic without personal experience.

Then how do I know they think so much at this grade?Don't think about tennis tactics, think about something all day long.

Your tone now is really like the dean.And Nioh, did you think less then?

During the first passionate period of differentiation, he hardly slept. He analyzed all the advantages and disadvantages of OMEGA, and even thought about the consequences of being "forced" to be marked if he was unlucky and what he could do afterwards: " ... Puff."

After he was speechless for a few seconds, he simply lay down.

He hugged the quilt and looked at Atobe who was sitting on the bay window drinking champagne: "Isn't my personal experience proof that it's useless to think about it?"

"Huh?"

"You've never been on my mate list."

"Ah, that's the same for me."

After Atobe finished speaking, he waited for a while, but did not get a response.

"Don't you want to ask something? For example, why did my uncle propose to marry you?"

"I wanted to ask before." King Ni said.

"now what?"

"Not now."

He shrank back and buried the lower half of his face in the quilt, "No matter what answer you hear, the combination application has already been submitted, so what's the difference if you know the reason or not?"

"Before you mark it, you have a chance to repent."

"You put the decision-making power in my hands?" King Ni laughed, "Don't go too far, Atobe, I will get angry."

"Don't say that, your temper has never been better."

Atobe took a drink from his glass.

He put down his glass and turned off the record player.

He kept looking Nioh in the eye as he walked to the bed.

"It's fine if you don't ask." He said, "I haven't thought of a fancy enough rhetoric to describe it clearly."

Is Nioh's transparency and self-willedness that hasn't changed for so many years attracted him, or is it the fetters that happened when he was young and the vague attention of more than ten years that have become misses?

"It's because of pheromones," Nioh said.

When Atobe lifted the quilt, he raised his hand to cover Nio's eyes.

He stretched out his other hand and turned off the light.

"Don't say such things, I will be angry."

"Pfft."

The author has something to say: think about it, almost two-thirds of it is written!

Then the estrus period, marriage, and daily life after marriage are over!

victory is in sight!

I still hope to finish writing this article before the Chinese New Year!