[net king] light as fleeting

The driver expressed his grievance, especially after Atobe and the others got out of the car, he also received a meaningful look from his young master when he turned his head.The driver expressed that he was even more aggrieved, he just kindly reminded him, can his young master stop looking at him like this.

"Why did you come here?" Fujiwara Ri followed closely beside Atobe, but her curious eyes peeked everywhere.

When they entered the training hall, the maid standing aside immediately saluted Atobe respectfully, "Master."

Atobe responded flatly, and led Fujiwara Riri to the usual tennis training ground without looking sideways, "Are the tennis rackets ready?"

"Master Hui is ready."

"Well, you don't have to follow."

"Yes." Hearing the disappointment implied in this voice, Fujiwara Ri could not help but turn to look at the maid who had been following them.She was not a few years older than her, and the smile on her face was also restrained. Why did she feel a little weird?

"What are you thinking?" Atobe didn't know when he let go of the hand they were holding, and handed the schoolbag and bag to the servant beside him.They picked a women's tennis racket with a red and black border.

Atobe, who didn't wait for an answer, looked back strangely.Just in time, I ran into the scene of Fujiwara Rika in a daze, raised her hand and knocked on the back of her head, and replayed it: "What are you thinking?"

He had been watching Fujiwara Ri being knocked on the head by Sakurai Azusa before, but he tried it and found that knocking people felt really good, especially knocking a fool.

Fujiwara Ri raised her hand in pain and rubbed the back of her head, then turned around: "She seems a little strange."

"Strange? That's my uncle's charm." Atobe looked at Fujiwara Ri's movements, and couldn't help lowering his head to kiss her on the lips: "It's just that a fool like you doesn't know."

Fujiwara Ri blushed, and retorted tremblingly: "I, I know!"

"Oh? Then tell me, what do you know." Atobe was no longer flustered like before, and still had a calm expression on the surface.Picking up Fujiwara Ri's hair hanging from her ears, she deliberately moved closer: "Huh?"

"In the future, I won't let others rob my department, it can only be mine."

The tone was obviously serious, and the words seemed to be swearing, but they provoked deep laughter.Fujiwara Ri became more and more at a loss, she simply pulled back her hair, and took a few steps back.

"Don't laugh..." Fujiwara Ri was laughed so hard that she didn't even have the confidence to speak out.

"Okay." Atobe stopped teasing Fujiwara Ri, stepped forward and handed her the tennis racket in his hand: "Since the last time you were in the suburbs until today, you haven't played tennis again, have you?"

"En." Fujiwara Ri clenched Pai's right hand, admitting with some unease.

"In this way, you dare to agree to other people's provocation?" Atobe raised his eyebrows, looking at Fujiwara Ri's head buried deeper and deeper, with a smile that couldn't dissipate on the corner of his lips.

"I will win, no matter what." Fujiwara Ri lowered her head and said, a little dull, but with firmness that cannot be refuted: "I hate being entangled by others, Atobe can only be mine, so , I will win."

Not feeling that Fujiwara Ri's words were naive and ridiculous at all, Atobe raised his hand and pressed her on the top of her head, without encouraging or laughing, just said lightly: "I will watch you win."

The two stood on both sides of the tennis court. Fujiwara Ri half-bent his knees and held the racket tightly with both hands.His eyes were fixed on every movement of Atobe.

Toss the ball, jump in place, and then swing the racket.Fujiwara Ri moved quickly, followed the trajectory of the ball, and swung back vigorously at the right time.

"Not bad." Atobe commented without hesitation, and swung the racket again to hit the ball back.

Fujiwara Ri spotted the strength of Atobe's swing and took two steps back.The tennis ball unexpectedly slowed down as it approached the middle net.

With a moment of disbelief, Fujiwara Ri quickly ran forward and blocked the ball.Atobe on the opposite side seemed to have spotted this opportunity, approached the tennis ball, and jumped high.

Fujiwara Ri looked at the tennis racket in her hand in astonishment, and then glanced at the tennis ball falling on the court behind her. Just now...

"The reaction is too slow, and sometimes what you see may be an illusion. All you have to do is to carefully observe whether the other party's actions are real or fake actions used to deceive."

"Also, any changes on the court are unpredictable. Just when you want to catch the ball, the start is a few seconds slower. In the game, this is the most deadly."

Fujiwara watched as Atobe took another tennis ball and stood back at the back of the court.Clenching the racket tightly, Fujiwara Ri walked back to her original position.Bending his knees again, he watched Atobe's movements carefully.

Unpredictable...and shouldn't be too surprised by the changes on the field.

Atobe easily saw the change in Fujiwara Ri's eyes, but in fact, this woman is not too stupid.

Fujiwara Ri gasped for breath, and the movement of swinging and starting in real time tended to slow down gradually.But she still didn't stop, the match was doomed from the beginning to Fujiwara Ri's disastrous defeat, but knowing this, she still concentrated on observing every movement of Atobe, making predictions and conclusions in her mind.

"boom--"

As the ball hit the ground, Ri Fujiwara finally fell down on the court unbearably.Atobe looked thoughtfully at the tennis ball parked at his feet, with undisguised admiration in his eyes.

Signaling the servant next to him to take the racket, Atobe approached Ri Fujiwara, who was still panting in the field, raised his hand and rubbed the top of her head: "Good job."

Fujiwara Ri stretched out her hand and pulled down the palm that Atobu was pressing on top of her head, and clasped back with fingers crossed, silently expressing her emotions.

"Are you hungry?" No need to think too much, Atobe didn't know when he started.Basically, from the movements and expressions of Fujiwara Ri, one can understand what she wants to express.

Since when did he start to pay attention to this stupid woman.

Hearing Atobe's question, Fujiwara Ri calmed down and took a breath.Only then did I realize that my stomach was empty, and I felt a bit of hunger: "I'm hungry."

In the next second, Ri Fujiwara was picked up and walked out of the court.The two maids behind Atobe quietly followed Atobe with their schoolbags and bags.

A man in his 50s was standing beside a black car, and when he saw Atobe appearing, he bent down respectfully: "Master."

"En." To this man, Atobe's attitude was very respectful.

The car door was opened, and Atobe put Fujiwara Ri in his arms into the car, took the schoolbag and bag from the maid, and followed into the car.The man who was originally standing on the side also sat in the passenger seat.

Fujiwara Ri straightened her body and leaned on the seat stiffly.From Atobe's attitude towards the man in the passenger seat, Fujiwara Ri felt a little scared.The left hand secretly reached out to the right side of Atobe, and tugged on his sleeve, seeking comfort.

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