Korean comic: Reborn chaebol, you don’t understand my life

Jin Zhihuan's knowledge of this sport is limited to watching it. He has never played it.

"will not".

"It doesn't matter if you don't know, we can teach you."

Laura walked to the other side of the net and snatched the small volleyball from a male compatriot.

She ignored the helpless expressions of the male compatriots behind her and walked back to Jin Zhihuan.

"Come on, did you bring your beach suit?".

After Laura finished speaking, she lowered her head and looked at Jin Zhihuan’s dress.

He was dressed in casual clothes, obviously he hadn't had time to change yet.

Song Qiaohui on one side handed the bag in her hand to Jin Zhihuan.

"Hey, here's a pair of board shorts."

Song Qiaohui pouted and said.

Jin Zhihuan took the bag and glanced down at a pair of 'flowery pants'.

'Um? '.

Although he didn't like the color, he still took it out, walked to the tent on the side and got in.

One minute later, Kim Ji-hwan returned to the net.

Although Kim Ji-hwan's figure before awakening her powers was not exactly muscular, it was still muscular.

Now because of his superpowers and the reward of getting the Hydra tattoo.

His current figure is not comparable to that of a bodybuilder, but his muscles are also quite large.

The women around me stared straight-eyed.

Laura stepped forward and slapped him on the bicep.

'Not bad, not as tight and hard as those specially trained muscles'.

More than a dozen women immediately gathered around and asked to join.

Just like this, a movement of blood flowing again began.

The scenery after the women started exercising made Kim Ji-hwan's blood surge.

Just like this, an exciting beach volleyball game ended with the male compatriots still unfinished.

It's not a pity for anyone, because more than a dozen women are at the level of goddesses, and this is not a grand event that can be watched casually.

After the small activities, everyone returned to the hotel.

Sitting in the lobby of the lounge, everyone sat on the floor.

Jin Zhihuan felt it. This layer of blankets specially laid for guests to sit and rest was very soft and comfortable.

I didn't feel cold at all in the air-conditioned hall.

At this time, sitting around Jin Jihuan is the entire structure of the WNBA Los Angeles Lakers.

There are more than 100 people in the team.

Players, managers, coaches, team doctors, team reporters, mascots, staff, and assistants are all here.

From Park Mi-sun’s chat, I learned that this team has been brilliant in the past, winning 7 consecutive championships.

But since then, it has been like being under a curse. No matter how powerful players the team introduces, it just cannot achieve the optimal results.

It's always just a little bit away from the championship.

Everyone on the team knows what it means to win this championship.

The spell is broken.

The next step is to prepare for next year's preseason.

Everyone was chatting happily, but most of them were talking about Jin Zhihuan.

After several hours, everyone was still tired.

In the end, Kim Ji-hwan just couldn't stand so many 'ducks'.

I had no choice but to go back first, and Song Qiaohui and Park Meixuan also followed.

Just after the three of them left, Laura and others felt bored and all returned to their respective rooms.

Park Mi-sun originally wanted to follow Jin Zhihuan back to the room, but because her aunt came, she refused Jin Zhihuan's invitation.

After a small hug, they each returned to their rooms.

He had just sat down and was about to take a shower when a 'dong-dong' sound came from outside the door.

"Nugu Saiyo (who is it)?".

Jin Zhihuan said Hanyu unconsciously.

"I'm Natasha, the team's doctor. Open the door and I have a question for you."