[Net King] Please play tennis with the professional me

The matter of catching the Zhou ceremony was later found out by my uncle who was in the entertainment industry in the United States, and I heard his unrestrained laughter through the phone: "Hahahahaha no way, old lady, how old is the bell? At the age of enlightenment. Isn't it too irresponsible for a one-year-old baby to choose his own future? Is she just more interested in things that have colors and move?"

"Caught all the things my parents mentioned? It's a coincidence. According to my mother's personality, I can't drag things in front of the bell desperately?"

The annoyed grandma snatched the phone and hung up.

There was a commotion over there, and my father took the opportunity to sneak over, spread my hand, and put the tennis ball on it.I still can't grasp such a big tennis ball, so I can only hold it in my hands, and then look at my father's expression.

"Sports are very interesting." My father poked my face, "It's the same color as this tennis ball, very lively."

They are also in the sports circle, one is the father of a sports star who needs to be respected, and the other escapes every day in a mess... "Dad."

Always be different.

In the next second, my body flew into the air, and that foolish father hugged me, and shouted in the surprise volume of an interview with a top sports star: "The bell called me daddy! The first time our bell baby called was daddy!"

...Sorry, I actually called my mother the first time.

Living in such a frivolous family, it may be that the so-called happy time is always short.Four years passed before I knew it.

When I was five years old, my father came back home with a guilty and flustered expression. It seemed that because he reported the retirement interview of a well-known tennis player, he was swept away by sports fans again.

There were endless shouts and curses from across the courtyard, as well as unidentified objects thrown in.

In desperation, our family decided to relocate to the United States to avoid the limelight.It just so happens that there is a vacant house under my uncle's name.

With a thousand and one sighs of "It's nice to be rich", I officially bid farewell to my grandparents.

Grandpa, the stinky chess basket, hugged the Go board and tried to keep me: "Isn't it better to leave the bell at our house? You run away from you."

"Hey old man, just admit it, our family has no talent in Go, don't drag the bell, she will probably be at the same level as you after 50 years of practice."

Before grandma could say a word, my father picked me up and held me under his arm: "Ling has no talent in flower arrangement, her aesthetics are too bad, when you come back with all the cactus next time, I will bring her back to learn flower arrangement. "

"..." There is no need to expose your daughter's faults so sincerely.

The farewell was hasty, and our family of three got on the plane smoothly. After we landed, it was my very busy uncle who I rarely saw to pick us up.

Sure enough, it was as expected...it stood out from the crowd.The unshaven, baby-faced young man was wearing flip-flopping slippers and a Hawaiian-style beach suit, making him look like a middle-aged decadent uncle.

The uncle who has been in the United States is a well-known producer, the kind who only knows who he is, because his degree of blackness and redness is even higher than that of my father. He spat out an Atlantic Ocean.

However, it is estimated that not many people are willing to spit after seeing the real face, after all, he has inherited that beauty very well.

"Ling! It's so cute, my Angel Bell!" I used to be picked up and circling around, "Do you like the Barbie doll that uncle gave you?"

The ones whose hair I plucked?

Because I wanted to learn to draw on a whim, I plucked my hair and took off my clothes as a mannequin.It can also be said to be glowing and hot.

In the end, in the hint of my mother's twitching eyes, I returned a positive "like" to my kind uncle.

After coming to the United States, the life of my parents was like a fish in water, and the new environment brought them a lot of inspiration.

I was often left at home like this, and my uncle, who slept until the afternoon, came out of the room, and every time he got my attention.

No way, as a five-year-old child, I have too few daily entertainment activities. I can't take out the bald Barbie doll and sketch it in front of my uncle.

"Ah... Ling, what are you looking at?" Yawning and coming out of the kitchen with a sandwich in his mouth, my uncle sat down next to me, scratching his belly and looking bored.

I handed him the coffee on the table, "The 21st time of SpongeBob SquarePants."

"Puff...cough cough cough..." The uncle who spit out a sip of coffee probably finally realized his dereliction of duty, "Isn't it boring...?"

"As you think."

Before I came here, I swore that someone who, as my uncle, would take me around the beautiful scenery of Los Angeles rushed into the house, changed into a sexy sequin suit, and said, "Okay, let's take you out to play today!"

"SpongeBob, let's catch jellyfish!"

"..." I pointed to the tennis bag in the corner, "go play tennis."

"Ling... can I cooperate with uncle once in a while?"

"Oh, definitely next time."

Street tennis in the United States is very lively, perhaps because of the weekdays. There are very few adults, but the volume of a group of teenagers is enough to heat up the entire court.

I walked through every court behind my uncle, and I couldn't help but be attracted by the sweaty smiles of other people.

Maybe it's because I'm too young, holding a racket that is almost as big as me, a child like me also attracts a lot of attention.

A beautiful girl in a sports suit came over, and the uncle put his waist on his face with a proud face: "Our Xiaoling has been holding a tennis ball since she was one year old."

"Wow! It's great! Kids must like tennis very much! Do you want to play a game with your sister?"

How could a five-year-old body be able to fight, I shook my head, "Sister, go fight with your friends."

"Oh, be good, be good. Do you want to be a referee for my sister?"

At this time, the uncle who is the parent has already drifted to the basketball court next door. I glanced at the lonely uncle and agreed to the girl's invitation.

When my uncle turned around again, I had already sat in the auditorium on the side with the help of the girl.

The girl turned around and started the battle with her friend. I waved to my uncle: "Uncle, go play basketball. I'll watch my sisters play tennis here."

So my uncle flaunted his sequined body and rushed into the basketball court, which looked like a super-large reflective lens from a distance.

After confirming that he was an uncle on the surface, someone who could be my younger brother in actual age smoothly integrated into it, I looked away and began to pay attention to the game in front of me.

Like most female tennis players, a girl's physical strength is a fatal flaw.Not long after the game started, she began to gasp for breath, and crystal drops of sweat slid down her youthful face.

"It's not enough anymore?" Her friend provoked loudly, she raised her hand to wipe off the sweat indifferently, and responded with a smile: "This is just the beginning!"

This feeling is really good, like seeing the self who played at the beginning.

Feeling my youthful years, it's dusk when I don't pay attention.The girl and her friends had already left the tennis court, and the match in front of me had changed several groups of players.

Until the last round, two pairs of doubles players came over and asked me: "My little friend, it's almost dark, why don't you go home?"

I belatedly noticed that the oversized reflective lens on the basketball court next door was missing.

"..."

Adhering to the strategy of keeping the same and responding to all changes, I said to the two pairs of doubles players: "Dad will come to pick me up soon."

When the doubles entered the tiebreaker, the father of the late daughter who controlled the game ran over panting, "I will open your uncle's head sooner or later! See what's inside!"

"It's okay," I plunged into his warm embrace, dispelling the chill of the night, "I know Dad will come to pick me up."

"Well, our bell is really an angel!"

The sweet father and daughter had just started their way home, when the lights of the stadium swept across my dad's face, which is more famous than a sports star, and a voice came from somewhere: "Moon sees the mountain!! Don't run!!"

The editor-in-chief of the International Sports Daily, who was holding his daughter, ran away without hesitation.

After years of running and training, my father's physical strength is actually very good. He just worked for a day, and after work, he ran to find me who had been forgotten by my uncle, and even hugged me to escape.

When passing by a house, he suddenly noticed something and hid me in the shadows.

While shouting loudly behind him, he panted as if the old air conditioner was working, "Hide here and don't move. Dad knows this family, and he will ask the uncle inside to come out to pick you up later. Do you hear me?"

I only had time to nod my head, and the next second he sped away like a dog chasing him.

In the wind, he yelled in a broken voice: "What I wrote is a true report! You bastards who are so angry! If you have the ability, catch up!"

"Damn it, you're quite arrogant!" A group of people chased after me.

The dust brought by their running hit my face, and I covered my mouth tightly, fearing that if I sneezed out, all previous efforts would be wasted.

After they left, I coughed loudly, and physical tears washed away the dust that had squeezed into my eyes.

I don't know how long I waited.

The last bit of heat from my body was taken away by the wind. I was so cold that my fingers were stiff, and I couldn't help but bury my head in my arms, hugging into a ball to absorb the warmth.

When I close my eyes, there is boundless darkness and silence. I remember that there is a street light not far away.

I suddenly opened my eyes and looked up, and the surrounding area was still empty.No one is around me.But there was still a street lamp working.

I stared at the light of the street lamp and saw many black flying insects. I only felt that they would be extinguished in the next second.

I heard the sound of the night cat overturning the trash can, and then it jumped past me with strange green eyes.

"..."

It was as if someone was talking.

I lowered my head again, closed my eyes tightly, and tried to plug my ears.

"Knee accumulation of water... less running... rest for a few years?"

"Qian Xiangbai from the entertainment industry just... doesn't look sick at all."

"You hurt your shoulder too much with this style of play... If you don't want to be a cripple, just accept treatment."

"As a fan, I really would rather she die on the tennis court than watch her act."

"Still playing tennis? Do you want to die?..."

"...This person still dares to act? Do you want to die?"

Are the street lights talking?The bugs kept "buzzing" against it, it was too loud.

I picked up the tennis ball and racket, and ended the life of the noisy street lamp: "Stick—"

The harsh sound was followed by pale sparks—like spotlights.

"Don't shoot anymore!"

Why is there a spotlight in such a dark place.

"Don't ask any more..."

Why do people still question my existence in such a far away place.

I obviously, obviously have started all over again.

I still couldn't help crying, I don't know if the crying will attract more terrible things in such a dark night.I just want to cry.

"Hello, why are you squatting at my door?"

"..."

This question is different.

The author has something to say:

I'm really the type with a lot of changes in writing style.I was really flattered by so many comments in the last chapter (a lot of comments for Xiaotransparency), I felt your attention, happy but also a little bit stressed.

Because of the natal dragon horse, so I dare not touch it.Now it's all open anyway, I'll smash the can (x)

Speaking of pressure just now, on the one hand, I am really afraid of OOC, and I can't write the dragon horse in my mind and in your mind, or even the real one.Because there are a thousand Hamlets in the eyes of a thousand people.I can't guarantee that the Ryoma I wrote matches what you think in your heart.On the other hand, I am also afraid that if I can't write well, I will disappoint you.

I said that my writing style has changed a lot, and the heroine will have many aspects.It can be said that I think everyone's multifaceted nature. Lingmei doesn't have much to say in this chapter, but she shows her maturity and her own unique sense of liveliness.A person who loves anime and is desperate to learn tennis just because she has a glimpse of the ten thousand-year-old Ryoma, she is actually immature in nature, but because of perennial pressure, she is forced to be silent and mature.

The warmth of Yue Jianshan's family and the environment can change a person.

Finally, I am also very afraid that the dark night alone can draw out the deepest fear in people's hearts.

To sum up, I actually want to say that Lingmei is afraid of ghosts (x)