[Xingren] Chase and escape

That would be difficult, the German diet..."

Nioh's eyes lit up: "Sausage, pig's feet, beer?"

"...can you eat?"

"Why not. Anyway, Kawasaki is not here." Nioh said.

Yukimura folded his arms and nodded with satisfaction: "Well, that's it. But unfortunately, I can't eat these things."

An athlete's recipe is no better than an actor's.

Nioh instantly looked disappointed.

Yukimura smiled and stretched out his hand to brush Nio's hair. The end of the silver-white hair showed a slightly warm light beige color due to fading.

He said: "Just kidding, it doesn't matter if you eat it once in a while."

After saying that, Yukimura showed a curious expression: "I have a question."

"……what?"

"Why is your hair still white? Don't you need to dye it back?" Yukimura was really curious about this question, "You had black hair in the last TV series."

"You don't need to grow your hair long when you're acting in a historical drama, for a reason." Nioh said, "Wear a wig."

"...I think it's more believable that your current hair is a wig." Yukimura said.

King Ren shrugged: "You know, many people think I'm a young boy."

"?"

"Isn't the middle school video still available on the Internet? I have always had this color of hair, so everyone thought it was my natural hair color. Then some people said that no one is born with white hair, and it's not Nordic blood, must be juvenile white. Juvenile white is very serious and all dyed white. This is almost becoming an official setting." Nioh said, "The image has been passed down for too long, and the company also thinks it would be better for me to keep silver hair. "

"But you're right, the last drama did dye your hair black. That's why Wen Tai and the others said they couldn't watch that TV drama at all. Every time I turned to the channel and saw it, I got goosebumps from embarrassment." King Ni disapproved. She curled her lips, "How can it be so serious?"

Yukimura blinked: "Frequent hair dyeing is not good for your health."

"It's okay, regular maintenance, the company pays." Niwang licked his lips after speaking, "There is also a one-time hair dye."

Yukimura took Nio to a restaurant he frequented.

It's not big, it's near the club, and it's much lighter than the German dishes that are famous on the Internet.

Professional players have a fixed recipe, and they don't have to strictly abide by it. They can be relaxed during non-competition periods.This restaurant is right next to the club, and its consumers are positioned as professional players, so the food it makes meets the standard from a nutritional point of view.

Nioh reluctantly ate the meat, feeling that it was quite different from the greasy one he had imagined.

He looked at Yukimura who was sitting across from him, smiling and eating gracefully with a knife and fork, and felt that it was really not easy for everyone.

Is this any different than his need to control his diet?

Appetite doesn't have much impact on Nioh.

After sleeping for more than ten hours on the plane, he was quite energetic at noon.

Yukimura took him for a walk in Hamburg.

Under the gloomy sky, there were not many people on the street.With both hands in the pockets of his coat, Nioh walked side by side with Yukimura.

At this point in time, not even many shops are open.

For the Germans who are very strict with working hours, the time to rest is to rest.

King Ni was not disappointed either.He felt the seriousness of Germany, which was very different from that of Tokyo, and the reserved slow pace, and he thought to himself that it was reasonable for so many Japanese to like to travel to Europe.

After walking for a while, Yukimura said, "I'll ask you another question."

"...Pfft?" King Ni turned his head to the side.

"Would you mind telling me your current height?" Yukimura said.

Nioh quickly realized what Yukimura meant.He hooked the corner of his lips: "Official information 183."

"actual?"

"It's the same as the third year of high school, you know, right? I haven't grown any taller." King Ni narrowed his eyes slightly, "How about you, Minister?"

Yukimura, who has been receiving the most scientific training as a professional player: "180.5, 0.5 centimeters taller than you."

"However, there is something called height-enhancing insoles in the world." Nioh said.

Yukimura frowned slightly, he looked down at Nioh's shoes, then looked up at Nioh's face: "You also wear height-enhancing shoes when you go on vacation?"

"This is dedication." King Ni laughed and said, "Since the official information is 183, I have to maintain the status of 183."

"...What do you do when you want to take off your shoes?"

"I haven't participated in a variety show where I need to take off my shoes, Yukimura." Nioh teased, "So, if the two of us are idly pressing the road and are photographed by a reporter, I will be taller than you in the photo. happy?"

Yukimura had a complicated expression: "I would like to know how it feels for you to walk for so long in height-increasing shoes."

Yukimura had a routine training in the afternoon. He asked Nioh if he wanted to go back by himself, and Nioh said that I would watch your training.

They go back to the club.When Yukimura went to the dressing room to change clothes, Nio followed him in. He rummaged through the dressing room and found a blank sketchbook and pencil.

When he raised his head, he just saw Yukimura Fuka's slender and muscular waist when he undressed with Fuka's long arms.Licking his lips, King Ni boasted, "You have a good figure."

"It's not like you haven't seen it."

"I didn't look carefully." King Ni laughed, "I'm familiar with the way you looked in the locker room of Lihai University a few years ago, Minister."

Yukimura put on his tracksuit.

He turned his head back, with a smile on his lips: "You can carefully study the difference between my present and the past, I don't mind. Let you touch enough at night?"

King Ni choked.

He turned his head to cover up the unnaturalness of the flash, and then turned his head again: "No need, poof."

10

Nioh held his sketchbook and sat by the tennis court to watch Yukimura practice.

The tennis court is nothing special, just an ordinary outdoor tennis court.The training I do is nothing special, just daily skill training.The projects are also not unlike those Nioh has done before.

The daily training to maintain the level is so boring.

The sky was gloomy and there was no sunshine.However, Nioh felt that Yukimura, who was running with his racket, was shining.

It's been a long time since I watched tennis up close.It seems that work is not very busy, but I can't find free time to go to watch the live game.

Every time Nioh turns on the TV to watch the rebroadcast or rebroadcast, he is not envious when he finds that Tanejima "again" appears in the audience.

He gave up tennis for a longer distance, but it doesn't mean he gave up tennis completely.

He still likes tennis very much and wants to share the joy of victory with his former partners.

It would be nice to be there so you can have fun with your guys on the pitch.Nioh thinks this way every time, but every time he can't make it.

But now, he just sat on the side of the court, watching Yukimura swing, swing, swing.There are no brilliant ball skills, nor any subtle use of mental power.It's just basic practice.

Swipe, side spin, backhand swipe, volley, slice...

That's all, he suddenly wanted to, wanted to take the racket and stand on the court.

No way, Nioh Masaharu, don't disturb other people's training.

Thinking of this, Nioh simply opened the sketchbook, took the pencil he found, and began to draw Yukimura on the drawing paper.

Yes, draw Yukimura.

In terms of basic skills, Yukimura is impeccable.Lihai University did not have a coach for a time, and they were responsible for the training of the non-candidates.This allowed them, the regular candidates, to have a certain understanding of tennis theory even though they were only junior high school students.Among them, as the minister, Yukimura spent a lot of effort on their training list.

People from the outside may think that Lihai University's training list mainly relies on Liu, a data expert, but this is actually wrong.

In the beginning, it was Yukimura who studied the basic training sheet left by the tennis club and tried to find potential players among the club members.

It is the minister of this first grade.

Liu was convinced by Yukimura during this process, and he was also convinced by Yukimura, thus becoming one of the "Big Three", giving full play to his characteristics as a data madman, and helping Yukimura do this job.

After Nioh himself transferred to Lihai University in the second semester of his first year of junior high school, he was caught by Yukimura from the crowd and lost a special training sheet.Or he didn't even know he could play tennis like that.

After all, he had just practiced tennis not long ago.

So when he threw Yagyu, who was still a beginner, in front of Yukimura, he didn't feel anything wrong when he said, "Minister, I'll leave this guy to you~ he's my chosen partner."

Thinking about it now, Yukimura must have been very upset at the time.

Niwang laughed out loud.

He is drawing Yukimura.He felt that even in basic training, Yukimura's gestures were still so perfect.

Textbook of tennis.

The Shiraishi at Shitenpoji Temple is known as the perfect bible, but in the eyes of King Ni, Yukimura's tennis is even more perfect than Shiraishi's.

It's God's tennis ball.

While painting and painting, Nioh came to inspiration.

He has never studied painting and has no artistic talent.As far as the level of painting is concerned, at least it is better than music, and you can still see what the painting is about.But as soon as Nioh's thinking became active, the people on the drawing paper became grotesque.

Nioh's desire to create was at an all-time high.

After drawing one, he turned the page, stared at Yukimura for a while and drew the second one, and he drew several in a short while.

Yukimura didn't know about this.When he entered the training state, he had no other thoughts, and he was habitually ignored even if he was stared at by any kind of eyes.

Atobe, who came to see Tezuka, looked this way as he walked by the tennis court