Net King Returns to the First Generation

The resignation of the third grade was not unexpected.

Such things as changing the dynasty, the degree of injury is far deeper than the degree on the surface.The frenzied lineup of the five first-year Ice Empress is due to the loss caused by the seniors quitting the club.

The gains and losses in strength are difficult for outsiders to weigh, and only the people in the headquarters can know.

Li Haida's change of dynasty was peaceful beyond other people's imagination, but this does not mean that no one really objected to Yukimura's ministerial position.

There are more than a dozen three-year-olds. At the beginning of the school year, it is not uncommon for Yukimura to choose to leave.

If Morikawa hadn't taken a step back so naturally and stood behind Yukimura, Li Haida's championship this year would not have been so smooth.

Success is never a matter of one person, two people, or three people.

It is the result of everyone working together.

Morikawa and Aso, who gave up the positions of ministers and deputy ministers, and Aiba, who suppressed his temper and cooperated with the first-year students, the reason why they can do this is trust.

National Championship.

They have a share of the names written in the history of the Lihai University Tennis Club.

King Ni thought that he was mentally prepared and would not be too sad about such a parting.

However, when he heard Senior Aso's deep voice that was no different from usual, his eyes turned red instantly.

It seems to be back to the boyhood, and even the tear glands have become as developed as the real ten-generation boy.

The sour taste runs through the bridge of the nose, and the slightly bitter taste oozes out from the back of the tongue.

Aiba followed Aso to the front desk and stood beside Morikawa.He looked around, smiled and said, "Don't all of you have such expressions. Don't tell me, you didn't even think about our resignation?"

Mao Li blinked hard: "Senior, don't make sarcastic remarks. Even if you know about this kind of thing in advance, you will be very sad."

"Yo, I didn't expect Jusaburo to be so sentimental." Aiba raised his eyebrows, "Even Xiao Nio, you have this expression?"

"What do you mean even I have this expression?" Nioh leaned his chin on the table and turned his head, "Of course I will be sad if senior wants to quit the company."

"Look at Sanada who has no expression." Aiba pointed to Sanada who just pursed his lips.

After three seconds of silence, Liu sighed first: "Senior, Genichiro is born with underdeveloped facial nerves."

Morikawa laughed out loud.

He rubbed his sweaty palms and crossed his hands on his chest: "Okay, there will be a day. Our third-year students will not participate in the training after school starts. There is no need for a formal farewell ceremony, and It’s almost enough if you just say it.”

"Then everyone, goodbye."

Nioh later learned from Maori that the seniors did not intend to continue their studies in tennis.

No wonder, the U17 in his memory, whether it is the first army or the second army, does not have their faces.

As a junior, all he can do is to bless the seniors to pursue what they like and get satisfactory results.

After that, the tennis club's training was temporarily suspended.

The respective trainings are arranged by themselves.

Nioh thought about it seriously, he really likes tennis, but once again, he still didn't want to regard tennis as his lifelong career.

Former Seguk II visited the university's School of Architecture, and at that time it was just a vague longing.

When I took the college entrance examination, I filled out the application for the Department of Architecture, but I was very confused when I first entered the university.

I have worked in this industry for nearly ten years, drawing design drawings, visiting construction sites, and socializing with various people after establishing a company.

Does he like this life?

Does he not like this life?

"When I was playing with me, my mind was distracted. It seems that you underestimated me very much." Yagyu's voice that became deep after the voice change period came from the opposite side.

King Ren came back to his senses and said with a smile, "Are you angry?"

"Why am I mad at you." Liu Sheng rolled his eyes behind his glasses, "With this skill, I might as well hit two more balls."

Niwang smiled.

He straightened up and wiped his sweat casually: "Take a break, it's been two hours, be careful your body won't get used to it."

With one month left in the holiday, Nioh thought about the possibility of partnering with Yagyu in advance, and finally couldn't resist the temptation to go to Yagyu's house, euphemistically calling it "guiding training".

Fortunately, Yagyu didn't expect this guy to be a serious guide. The two of them completed the training separately and discussed and discussed intermittently.

Yagyu's house happened to be next to the club where he handled membership business, so it was very convenient for training.

Two water bottles are placed on the bench next to the venue.Nioh walked over to pick it up, and without sitting down, he leaned against the backrest to relax the muscles in his legs.He watched Liu Sheng bent down to pick up the water bottle, and stood upright.

"Willow." He called out.

Liu Sheng turned to look at him.

"Have you ever thought about what you will do in the future?" King Ren asked in a natural and casual tone, as if he was just asking casually.

What are you going to do next?

Liu Sheng swallowed the warm water and nodded slightly: "Of course."

"doing what?"

"doctor."

"Why?"

"There's no reason for that." Liu Sheng gave Nioh a strange look, "There doesn't have to be a reason for such a thing as a goal. The family business can be considered one of the reasons."

"Why do you ask that?"

Nioh put down his water glass.

He puffed up his cheeks: "I think I will be an architect in the future. However, playing tennis for a lifetime seems not bad?"

He tapped his toes on the ground: "Forget it, it's better not to be too greedy."

Besides, playing tennis for a lifetime does not mean choosing tennis as a career.

Giving up tennis in my previous life... I just got tired of it.

Who knows that at that point in time, I won't get bored this time?

Nioh has a clear understanding of himself, so he can't be sure.

He showed a smiling face, stood up straight and changed the racket to his right hand: "Okay, enough rest! Continue training!"

Liu Sheng looked at his back, speechless.

——Where is the logic of what he said... Is this guy so difficult to understand?

After nightfall, King Ni wrote the same question on the letter paper again.

He stared blankly at the blank letter paper for a while.

The light from the desk lamp shone brightly on the paper, creating blurred shadows.

What is Xia Shu doing now?Are you writing an article?Are you still reading?

Nioh didn't know.

He suddenly missed Xia Shu very much.

In his memory, his Xia Shu never had any troubles in this regard.

It seems that from the age of 12, when she first published a text, she has unscrupulously swayed her talent in literature.

The major she studied, the results of the junior college, the recommendation of the tutor-in the end, she put all these aside, and did what she liked with peace of mind.

It is firm and shiny.

In my memory, the figure of a woman sitting at a desk and writing, and carrying a camera to find inspiration, walking and stopping at will, taking pictures, writing and drawing, all at ease.

His favorite look.

If Natsuki was reborn, wouldn't there be such troubles?

In other words, the body has returned to the age of 12, and even the mind has returned to the confused period of youth. Do you still have a clear understanding of the future?

Nioh put away the half-written letter in a complicated mood, and glanced at the professional books on architecture borrowed from the county library.

He stood up, put away the tennis bag leaning on the desk, set the alarm clock for the next morning, and turned off the desk lamp.

Lying on the bed, he glanced at this familiar yet unfamiliar room for the last time with the peripheral light from the street lamp outside the window.

Then he closed his eyes.

Maybe it was because he thought of Xia Shu before going to bed, Nioh didn't sleep well that night.

Physical exhaustion made him fall asleep quickly, but the dream came too soon.

What unfolded in front of him in the dream, in his memory, he could see the high-rise buildings at the junction of mountains and seas far away, and the busy city that could be glimpsed through the gray fog of the city.

In the morning and evening, at the most beautiful moment of the sun, the pure sky light seems to extend in front of you.

The sun is shining outside the window, it is the bright white color of noon.The sun shines on half of the bed through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

The windows were closed, and the curtains fell silently in the corner.

The air conditioner was turned on just right, and the whole body was neither cold nor hot.

The children seemed to be asleep, leaning against each other on the children's bed, snoring lightly.

Clearly visible faces were his four-year-old son Qingma and one-year-old daughter Aoi, their heads leaning against each other in the light-colored quilt.

This is……?

This is in his home 20 years from now?

Are the kids... napping?

So, Natsuki is there too?

Thinking not to disturb the children, he closed the door of the children's room in a daze, and walked towards the bedroom.It seemed that after just one step, he had already reached the door.

And his Natsuki was sitting in front of the window with a laptop in front of him.

Wearing the spotted shirt she wears most, her long hair is casually tied up and tied behind her head, revealing her fair nape.

The keyboard rattled lightly.

"...Xia Shu?" He seemed to shout, but he didn't hear his own voice.

But the woman turned her head slowly and looked at him with a puzzled expression.

He had never liked sunshine so much.

The light shone on Xia Shu's delicate face, outlining familiar lines and plausible lines.

"Xia Shu, I miss you so much." That's what he should have said.

And the woman showed a "can't do anything with you" expression: "I miss you too."

Niwang couldn't hear the sound.

Even though it was a room away, Xia Shu's lip movements could be seen clearly.

But he couldn't hear the sound.

Not a sound...nothing.

He didn't even have the ability to move his feet, only the calm face of the woman when she turned her head.

Gradually faded away from sight, but persistently wanted to keep it.

He clearly knew that after returning to the past, after receiving many gifts, he could not avoid losing something.

But Nioh suddenly realized something.

Natsuki, so I love you so much.