The King of the Net's Trace Department Jingyan

But Jing Yan left the tennis court and walked towards the outside of the school. The driver didn't come at this point. He was bored and wandered around the street quite aimlessly.

"Join the tennis club, heh..." Jing Yan sighed, a little helpless: "Forget it, play tennis, go and buy a tennis racket!" Maybe there are scenes from the former Atobu, but Jing Yan doesn't like it Use someone else's stuff.Jing Yan looked at the shops on the street, many of them were selling sporting goods, so he chose a shop specializing in tennis products and walked in.

Jing Yan has no experience in playing tennis, and the memory in his mind does not tell him about tennis-related Dingxi. It seems that his memory is only related to people, and the information on people is very complete, but there is nothing else. No, he didn't know how to choose a tennis racket, so he asked the boss to recommend it as soon as he entered: "Boss, I want to buy a tennis racket, please introduce it."

"Okay, it seems that you are a beginner. This blue racket is very suitable for you. The weight is very good. @#%..." The owner is a woman in her twenties. She picked up a Jingyan racket. The introduction of Barabara, a tennis racket that feels similar to other tennis rackets except for the color.

Jing Yan frowned, took the tennis racket and looked at it, feeling a little weak. "Forget it, let's do it this way." Jing Yan thought, but when he was about to pay the bill, he didn't expect a person to appear in front of him and took the racket from him.Jing Yan didn't stop him, he just found it strange, and the boss was even more embarrassed to stop him seeing that Jing Yan didn't move, she thought it was someone Jing Yan knew.

Jing Yan looked at the action of the man in front of him playing with the tennis strings, which seemed quite professional... Thinking of this, he stopped paying attention to the tennis racket, and began to look at the man in front of him. This man had short brown hair and Wearing glasses with gold rims, his expression was serious and cold.If he didn't see that he was wearing a school uniform, he would definitely think that this person was a high school student, too old, but also very handsome.But he didn't know the man in front of him, he was sure.

"This is not suitable for you." The man finally said: "You should be a technical type." The man picked up a dark purple racket on the shelf next to him, tested the weight, elasticity and so on, and handed it to the racket. Jing Yan: "This is more suitable for you."

Jing Yan took the racket with some doubts: "Thank you, but who are you?"

"Youth Academy Tennis Club, Tezuka Kunimitsu!" The man looked like no one should enter.

"Ice Emperor, Atobe Keiyan." The two shook hands.

"Then I'll go first." Tezuka let go of his hand and turned to leave, but when he was about to walk out of the store, he suddenly added: "Don't be careless!" Then he turned right and disappeared.

During the whole process, Jing Yan had a puzzled expression on his face. He didn't remember this person, and he didn't know him.Then why did he help me, Jing Yan has lived for 17 years, this is the first time he feels so dumbfounded.

"Then please help me get two more like this one." Jing Yan withdrew his thoughts.Then I bought some wristbands and stuff, and left too.

Then let's take a look at someone who is exuding infinite air-conditioning.

Tezuka was very embarrassed now, he even walked a lot faster, he didn't know what was wrong with him, he would do such a disrespectful thing.Thinking about what happened just now, his face darkened, he was too careless.

Today is the day when Tezuka went to the hospital for reexamination. His hand was finally healed. Although his expression didn't change much, even the doctor could see the joy in his heart.When he finished his review and was about to go home, he was suddenly attracted by the figure of a tennis shop by the side of the road.

The sudden curiosity made Tezuka stop irresistibly and walked in.The man was slender and fair-skinned, and he was listening to the owner's introduction seriously. His eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, his waist-length purple-gray long hair swayed with the man's movements, and his rosy lips were tightly pursed. The feminine movements on this man's face looked very normal, a little enchanting but with a heroic spirit that cannot be ignored.

As if bewitched, he took the tennis racket, and when his fingers touched the racket, he suddenly realized, but he could only try the elasticity of the tennis racket awkwardly.When he finally calmed down, he began to seriously tell the tennis racket suitable for that person.

"Ice Emperor, Atobe Jingyan." When Tezuka finished introducing himself and then heard Jingyan speak, he felt a burst of uncontrollable joy in his heart. He didn't understand this sudden feeling mixed with confusion. This flustered, he had no choice but to leave hastily.

"Ice Emperor, Atobe Keiyan."

After Tezuka walked out of that shop, the pleasant voice kept ringing in his head.His face seemed to be a little hot, and it was the first time Tezuka felt so restless.

"It's really careless!" Tezuka saw Jing Yan for the first time, and ended up running away in despair.

And Jing Yan, who lamented the prevalence of tennis in this world, bought a racket and returned home after calling the driver, and returned home not long after returning home.

As soon as Atobu came home, he immediately went to the study room. Sure enough, Jing Yan was inside: "Jing Yan, come with me." Since his younger brother came back, he has become very fond of reading. As long as he is at home, Jing Yan usually stays in the study room. .

After Jing Yan responded, he silently followed Atobe, a little absent-minded.

"Here, here you are." A black tennis bag appeared in front of him.

"Um... I've already bought it." Jing Yan looked helplessly at the tennis bag that was stuffed in his hand.

"Buy it?" Atobe's temple twitched: "I have to use my uncle's if I buy it!" Only at this time would he address my family members as my uncle, which shows how embarrassing he is now.

"Oh, okay, thank you." Jing Yan thanked, picked up the tennis bag and was about to leave.

"Wait!" Atobu regained his composure and called out to Jing Yan who turned around: "Let's fight with me!"

"Okay" Jing Yan wasn't going to refuse, since he accepted other people's things, he still needed to cooperate, he took out a racket from the tennis bag, looked at it, it seemed quite expensive.

Seeing that he agreed, Atobe smiled with satisfaction and walked towards the courtyard tennis court.

courtyard tennis court

"Jing Yan, serve first!" Atobe raised his eyebrows and smiled recklessly.

Jing Yan on the opposite side nodded, picked up a tennis ball, threw it vigorously, and then swung the racket...

Bang... bang... bang... The sound of the tennis ball falling on the court gradually became calm... The ball fell, but the racket did not touch the ball... Atobe looked at Jing Yan with a stiff face , his eyes were full of doubts, while Jing Yan shook his arms calmly, then took out another tennis ball from his trouser bag, and again, threw the ball and swung the racket.

This time the ball was finally hit, but unfortunately it didn't go over the net.

"0-15" Atobe looked at his younger brother speechlessly: "Jing Yan, haven't you continued to learn tennis in the past two years?"

"No!" Jing Yan ignored Atobe's expression and calmly threw the ball again, swinging his racket.

Over the net, out of bounds.

Atobe touched the tear mole, sighed, made a pause gesture, and walked towards Jingyan.

"Let me teach you!" Atobe picked up the tennis ball and made a serve without waiting for him to say anything.

Toss, swing, perfect serve!

"You try again."

Jing Yan didn't say anything, he silently picked up the tennis ball and prepared to throw it.

"Wait, the movement is wrong!" Atobe interrupted Jing Yan's serve.

Atobu kicked Jing Yan's feet with his feet, and made his feet close slightly before saying: "The feet are too wide."

Then he lowered Jing Yan's arm a bit: "The arm is raised too high."

So he let go of Jing Yan in satisfaction, stroked his chin, and finally came to a conclusion: "The body is too stiff!"

And Jing Yan's whole body was stiff when Atobu touched him for the first time, and there seemed to be a desire and some excitement deep in his body.Jing Yan knew that this was probably the feeling left by the former owner of this body, the deep love left behind even if the soul dissipated, and the natural reaction of the body.

"Okay, try again, pay attention." Atobe walked aside.

"En." Gathering his mind, Jing Yan finally slowed down from the excited trembling of his body.He swung again, and this time he finally sent the ball well in-bounds.

Atobe nodded, and snapped his fingers: "Very good, you can practice first." After speaking, he walked towards the awning, ready to rest, and the maid beside him quickly brought champagne up.

"En." Jing Yan replied calmly, and then began to repeat the serve over and over again.

For Jing Yan, tennis and so on are just a little bit of fun in the boring.Since coming to this world, his personality has changed a bit, he is more calm and composed, but he lacks interest in everything.

"Jing Yan, do you hate me?" Atobe who was lying there resting suddenly made a sound.

"No." The hand didn't stop moving, and the experience didn't care much about Atobe's sudden question.

"You haven't had a good time in the past two years." Atobe had already seen a series of changes in his younger brother in these two days.Those changes made him feel distressed, when his younger brother was so far away from him: "I have no ability to let you stay"

"Isn't that what you thought? Let me stay away from you." Jing Yan successfully threw another ball, and finally changed his expression. He twitched the corners of his mouth, but said words that surprised Atobu.

"I thought?" Atobe frowned, he didn't understand the meaning of his brother's words.

"En." After Jing Yan said this word, his momentum suddenly changed. A fierce serve pressed the line and fell at a high speed, but the ball did not bounce, but slowly slid out along the line: "Sliding wing."

Sliding serve...

Atobe looked at his younger brother's serve in surprise, and muttered in surprise, "Why do I think?"

"Stay away because I hate it." Jing Yan replied lightly, stopped practicing, walked to the chair next to Atobe and sat down.

And Atobe was still thinking about Jing Yan's words in a daze, staying away because of disgust?disgust? : "Why do I hate you?"

Jing Yan glanced at the trace department indifferently, then picked up a wet towel beside him and covered his eyes, and lay lazily on the chair: "Have you lost your memory?"

Atobe squinted his eyes, looked at Jing Yan's expression seriously, and endured it: "Are you blaming me for not being able to stop you from leaving here?"

"You want me to leave." The atmosphere seemed tense.

"When did I want you to leave!" Atobe was a little annoyed facing his younger brother.

"Because I'm pestering Zhengxuan, isn't it?" Answering the wrong question, Jing Yan spoke with a hint of anger, obviously the person in front of him forced Jing Yi to leave, but now he is pretending to be innocent!

"Haha..." Atobe was stunned for a moment and then laughed out loud. He pulled off the towel covering Jing Yan's eyes, and asked seriously, "You think so?"

"Isn't it?" He looked at the person in front of him without even half-dodging.

"Because you think I hate you, that's why you're so unfamiliar with me?" There was a touch of pain in Atobe's eyes.

Jing Yan looked at Atobe's expression, and suddenly began to doubt the content of the letter and his own memory. Could there be some misunderstanding?But he didn't plan to say anything else: "Yes"

"Jing Yan, did you ever see me stop you or reprimand you when you were pestering Yushi and the others?"

Hearing Atobe's words, some memories suddenly came to Jing Yan's mind.Those memories of Jing Yi, his time in the tennis club, his every move seems to be true... Atobe just seems to be smiling dotingly from the sidelines, as if... Jing Yi forgot to observe him expression, he misinterpreted those meanings.

Sure enough, it was clear to the bystanders, Jing Yan, the bystander, finally saw clearly.

He shook his head, dispelled the memory in his head, sighed slowly, and opened his mouth with some difficulty: "No."

"So, I don't care. I only care about your younger brother, you know?" Atobe breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he still remembered that it was such a small reason that the two brothers had so much estrangement.

"I'm sorry." Jing Yan was a little helpless and embarrassed, this Jing Yi is really an idiot.

After hearing this, Jibu turned over excitedly and hugged his younger brother: "Xiaoyan, I'm sorry for making you misunderstand for so long."

Then Jing Yan's body stiffened unconsciously again, and the corners of his mouth twitched, this brother changed his face too quickly, and he hadn't recovered yet.

"By the way, Xiaoyan, have you really not learned tennis in the past two years?" Atobe is really curious now. He could catch the serve just now, but he had to hit it at least once before he could crack it. How could his younger brother be like this? Awesome, obviously just learned to serve the ball over the net without going out of bounds.

"No." Even if he knew the truth and knew that this brother was very kind to him, Jing Yan couldn't warm up to him immediately, and always felt a little alienated, but Atobe naturally had no time to take care of this now.

"Haha, as expected, my uncle's younger brother is as gorgeous as this uncle!" Touching his tears and moles, he hugged his younger brother arrogantly, without any appearance of unfamiliarity, as if the previous alienation had never happened before.He was also proud of his wise move to ask Jing Yan for inquiries.

Atobe's brother control factor seems to be slowly recovering.

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