Crown Master

As Gudazi and the others saw from the outside, this grand villa is full of European-style elegance. The huge arch design and high-ceilinged foyer allow the designer to add countless chic and romantic details from the inside to the outside.

It is like a gentleman who has returned from overseas. His own oriental blood has been covered by a strong western style. No one swallows anyone, but a proper combination of bone and skin.As shown in this building, the simple and clear lines are perfectly integrated with the luxurious and solemn charm. The large-scale rose field is the proof that the owner of the villa is not inferior to the noble taste of the French.

At least, that's what Atobe Keigo, a handsome and wealthy young man, thinks.

Every time he feels good about himself and sells his rosy youth to the people around him, he always gets hit without thinking.

He hates the indifferent gaze, and often cannot dispel Keigo Atobe's unremitting persistence, which often causes headaches for the other party.

Mori Wuren narrowed his ice-like cold eyes hard to hide his displeasure, and every word he spit out exuded an indescribable chill.

"Keigo Atobe, how long are you going to persist? No matter what kind of agreement you made with her, you shouldn't implicate me!"

Occasionally, a hint of impersonality exuded from this man successfully silenced the people in the Ice Emperor Tennis Club, who panickedly looked at their own head who still had a calm expression on his face.

I don't know what kind of conversation they had to make the atmosphere so bad.

In fact, Atobe Keigo's expression is not too good, but he also has his own persistence.

The trustworthy Atobe family men, regardless of their age, must abide by the promises they make.

Even if it was a task entrusted to her by the aunt of the Maoli family relying on her status as an elder, the Ice Emperor, who pursued perfection, did not intend to deal with it casually.

What's more, he thought from the bottom of his heart that the "brother" of the Maori family looked unhealthy after returning from the snow-capped mountains, which was worrying.

"I think as a mature man, he should pay attention to the importance of exercise." He glanced at Mao Li Wuren's thin and thin body without any trace, which was completely different from the appearance when he ran to climb the snow mountain in anger.

Atobe Keigo said solemnly: "Try it, tennis is not as boring as you imagined, and you also need to exercise well, you don't want Aunt Maori to worry, do you?"

Maori Wuren pursed his lips tightly, his expression full of deep resistance.

But Keigo Atobe moved out a mountain, logically speaking, it was just borrowing a human body, and the evil king who should not take the relatives of the body seriously no matter how he thought, was strangely helpless with that gentle mother. So Dashan became an existence that he could not resist.

Perhaps it was because in his past, he had experienced the law of the jungle where the weak preyed on the strong, and had seen brutal and monstrous cold-blooded killers. All the creatures around him reminded him how incompatible the immortal monsters were with the surroundings.

Bloody hands can kill the weak at will, but only the "weapon" of tenderness has never been pointed at him.

Now, until now, hundreds of years later, when he loses his immortal body and curls up in the flesh/body of the weak, he is fortunate enough to experience the taste of being pinched by this "sharp blade".

To be honest, the mood is complicated.

Every day of fighting wits and courage with that mother, Wuren Maoli had to defeat a bunch of enemies in his mind, slandering himself as a big monster, how could he bow his knees to a human being like an ant?Then after getting rid of all thoughts, he will still obediently bow down at the feet of his mother.

Alas, I still lost.

Very unhappy!

Otherwise, I wouldn't be constantly conflicted, unable to tell what I'm nostalgic for, is this tenderness?No, this is not enough to stop his determination to get back his original body.

but……

Mori Wuren stood outside the tennis court in a tangled state, with the eloquence of a human being Keigo Atobe echoing in his ears, and his persuasive words were instilled into Mori Wuren's heart without reservation. The important thing was several times mentioned that name.

"I'm going to change clothes." He said coldly, and the man in kimono turned around, leaving behind a tall and slender figure among the crowd.

After Mori Kirihito left, the tennis club who seemed to be training seriously moved closer to Keigo Atobe.

Ninja Yuuji put his arms around his chest, making a surprised appearance.

"Atobe, thank you for being able to convince him, that person is not ordinary stubborn."

Atobe Keigo smiled, and stroked the mole at the corner of his eye meaningfully.

"The psychological shadow should have been eliminated through treatment a long time ago. It is not good for the Maori family to continue to let him stand alone outside the social circle."

After all, there is only such a legitimate heir in the Maori family.

Hearing this, Yushi Ninzu raised his eyebrows high. He was born in a medical family, and he had heard of the accident that happened to the son of the Mori family. The Maoli Wuren who was found in the avalanche was still sent to the subordinate hospital named Ninzu for treatment. Regarding the changes that happened to him, Yushi Ninzu couldn't be said to be the one who knew the most, but he definitely had more people than other people who looked at him curiously.

"Atobe, Yushi, what are you talking about?" Xiang Hiyake was lying on the net, the tennis racket in his hand was shaking, his big eyes were full of curiosity.

As his partner, Ninzu Yushi raised his chin reservedly and said with a smile: "The thing about that noble son just now."

Xiang Riyue straightened up and complained in an exaggerated tone: "I was scared to death just now. That guy's aura made me worry if he would freeze the tennis court!"

"It's impossible to know this kind of thing." Ryo Anato said speechlessly. He pulled the hat on his head. With a gloomy and stubborn personality, he obviously understood the breath lingering on Mori Wuren from time to time. He was very worried and such Atobe, who is often in contact with people, "Is it okay? Does he seem to dislike you?"

Atobe Keigo narrowed his eyes, but did not respond.

Ninja Yuuji couldn't help waving his hands to smooth things over.

"It doesn't matter, Atobe is not a child, not to mention that he is the son of the Mori family, a famous ikebana family, and there is no reason to have a bad relationship with a new nobleman like Atobe who started business."

"Young master from a famous family!" Feng Changtaro exclaimed.

"Hey, when he comes out, whoever will accompany him to play casually, let him get interested in tennis first." Seeing that the discussion on Mori Wuren became more and more irrelevant, Keigo Atobe reminded, as if Feeling in the direction of the stadium gate to look.

Taking off the traditional comfortable and bulky kimono and putting on a sports short suit suitable for sports, Mori Kirito showed deep discomfort from his expression.

It was the first time for everyone present to see someone who could have such a strong hatred for clothes, and it was shocking.

Xiang Riyue secretly said to his partner: "Wow, it's scary!"

Ninja Yuuji was keenly aware of Mori Kirito's eyes, and quickly coughed.

"Be careful not to be heard!"

Xiang Riyue was shocked and said: "So far? What kind of ears?"

The stadium they are using is tens of meters away from the gate, and Yue Ren didn't raise his volume on purpose, on the contrary, he deliberately lowered his voice to be a mutter, but the other party was able to catch him saying at such a long distance. What, this is no longer enough to describe excellent hearing.

When Jingwu Atobe heard this, his heart skipped a beat.

"Maori." He yelled to Maoli Wuren who was walking slowly: "You pick up the racket and go to that field to try it out, bear with it, and you go play with him."

"Me?" Yushi Ninzu pointed to himself, and the young man who was deeply observant immediately read the unquestionable meaning from Keigo Atobe's eyes, "Okay."

I didn't intend to refuse at first, and the main thing is that among the people present, I seem to be the only one who is the most suitable, such as Anato, Hiyoshi, who are easy to get ahead, if it is because Mr. Maori is not serious, it will be more serious. Things will be easy gets tricky.

Uh... Atobe seems to have guessed it.

Sure enough, as soon as he played, Ninzu killed the opponent for a round.

A big 1-0 appeared on the board, and no one could remain indifferent.

This is not because of the superb strength of Ninjazu. To be precise, there is a reminder from the Ministry of Traces. Ninjazu is "playing" by lowering one's own strength, but even if it is a ball that ordinary people can catch with their feet, they just don't even move.

Fortunately, it wasn't Anato and the others who played.

When seeing this scene, Yuji Ninzu had a premonition that this would definitely not be a pleasant match.

Seeing the yellow sphere passing by the bottom line again and again, Atobe Keigo's expression did not change at all, but there were various voices beside him.

Ryo Anato frowned after looking at it for a while, and walked to the side with an unhappy look to continue the previous exercise.

Hijiruo was expressionless, and his eyes gradually became disinterested after Mori Wuren started to take the ball.

Only Yushi Ninzu's partner frowned at Hiyake and said, "Is this guy fighting?"

"As you can see, he has no intention of fighting at all."

Ryo Anado, who was doing sit-ups, heard the words, and said coldly, "Atobe, you don't have to force others."

This strong man's difficulty is said with a bit of an accent.

However, Atobe, who has always been very serious about the sport of tennis, did not say anything this time.

"He's not like us."

After leaving this sentence, Atobe called a stop.

Seeing Atobe's hand gesture, Shinobu Yushi rarely showed a relieved expression.

In fact, no matter how he fought, the opponent always had an expressionless and indifferent attitude that didn't even bother to move, which put him under a lot of pressure.

Renzu even suspected that if there was not a rule of "the opponent serves", he might just stand like this until he finished all the rounds.

"Atobe." Atobe, who rushed towards Yushi Shinobu, shook his head, signaling that he had no choice.

Atobe Keigo walked past him, stood in front of the non-violent and non-cooperative Mori Wuren, and said proudly, "Change me to be your opponent."

Sure enough, Mao Li Wuren raised his head slowly, and his expression became somewhat reluctant.

Keigo Atobe snorted, and swung the racket down sharply like the wind.

"Hmph, don't be intimidated by my grandpa's gorgeous skills!"

Maori Wuren: "..."

He began to regret that because of the unhealthy work and rest at home all day, his mother sold himself to Keigo Atobe because of worry.

In fact, I don't need Atobe to say that I can guess what she said.

It’s almost just worrying about my body, and I hope that the energetic young master of the Atobe family will take his children out for a walk. It would be even better if he can exercise a little bit. I heard that Hyotei has a tennis club with the support of the Atobe family. Even though the older one is Mori Wuren, seeing the friendship between the two families, I believe Atobe can take good care of him.

In fact, the conversation that took place was exactly the same as Mori Wuren thought.

Otherwise, why did Keigo Atobe have to drag Mori Wuren to the tennis court?

Of course, at first Atobe just wanted to take him to exercise, but just now, he discovered that Mori Kirito also had extraordinary talents. Minister's hobby.

"Get serious!" Taking off the sportswear top draped over his shoulders, Atobe Keigo snapped his fingers, "The winner is—"

"The Department of Traces!"

It seems that there are unknown cheers resounding over the tennis court through the barrier of time and space. This kind of huge momentum built up over time must not be ignored.

It is undeniable that although it is different from the ferocious aura of those robbers and bandits during the Warring States Period, the calm and confident aura of Atobe is also worthy of comment.

"Whoosh-"

The tennis ball pierced through the air on Mori Wuren's shoulders in a brief moment of stupefaction, and hammered hard to the bottom line.

A perfect start with a goal, showing the kingly demeanor of the ice emperor.

Keigo Atobe raised his head proudly.

Maori Wuren: "..."

……

At the same time, Gudazi and others who were in contact with the housekeeper also successfully passed through the open gate, passing by the green pastures, and the overwhelming roses formed a uniquely shaped field like a work of art, and the air was everywhere. The unique fragrance of roses.

"A place where rich people live!"

The poor make a poor voice through Yato who lives in the poor god's house.

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