[Net King] The Redemption of the Night

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"No time." Chitose Yin was a little serious, "There are some unusual things around the hospital, and I can't leave for the time being." If he could leave, he wouldn't mind going directly to Hanako's house in Penglai City to dig out the child's body.

"Well, then you should be careful." Fei Yong nodded, "Xingcun's illness can't be delayed any longer, things will be counterproductive, temporarily stop the medicine I prepared for him, and you are responsible for injecting some neurotrophic drugs for him. He's getting ready for surgery."

"Yes." Chitose Yin agreed, turned and went back to the ward, and Fei Yong also went downstairs to go home.

On Sunday, I was inevitably harassed by a call from Atobe until I woke up, and then I received a call from Tezuka's mother, wanting to go shopping with Fei Yong, Fei Yong finally explained that he really didn't have time today, and then rushed all the way To the tennis court.

Atobe was lying on the VIP sofa watching the match between Yueren and Ninzuzu, when Fei Yong arrived, he gave him a sharp look.

"You female cat, you are so not gorgeously dressed on a date with this uncle!"

"Pfft..." Fei Yong, who was drinking the drink brought by the waiter, spit out all the water, "A date?"

Renzu walked over with the racket in hand, and handed Fei Yong a towel: "He came running?"

Fei Yong wiped his mouth, a little helpless: "It's not forced by Mr. Atobe, the traffic jam on the road, so I can only run here."

The other gossip-looking people quietly paid attention to the movement here, and Yue Ren poked at Fei Yong's cute spot: "It turns out that Atobu came to the tennis court to practice today because he is going on a date with you?"

"..." Fei Yong's face darkened for a moment, "You think too much, I was forced."

"That is to say, the minister is chasing you?" Rijiruo leaned on the sofa fearlessly, his eyes darting back and forth on Fei Yong and Atobe, "If the minister does this again, I will beat you down."

"Huh? Yueren, Hiyoshi, practice serving and receiving 200 times, and you are not allowed to stop without my uncle's permission!" Atobe stroked the tear mole at the corner of his eye with a smile on his face, staring at Fei Yong, "play a game with me. "

"...May I take a break?" Fei Yong smiled and flattered Atobe, "My injury is not healed yet, you won't be so cruel to me, will you?"

"It just so happens that you don't need to warm up—as for your injury, you didn't talk about it when you played with Tezuka, did you? Ahhh? I will stop it as soon as possible, so that you won't let your old injury relapse." Atobe He sat up, took a sip of champagne and said, "The tennis court has been taken over by me. After playing, you can enjoy it as you like."

Fei Yong put down his backpack helplessly, and disagreed with Atobe's statement—this is a tennis court, what can we enjoy?Playing games while sleeping?What else can I do besides exercise.

"Rinzu, can you lend me a tennis racket?"

Renzu handed his racket to Fei Yong: "I didn't expect you to play tennis, let's try it first, are you not used to it?"

"It doesn't matter, I don't have any requirements for the racket." Wearing a black sportswear, Fei Yong said to Atobe helplessly, "I also said that I am not dressed gorgeously, if I really come here in a skirt, you can still find me playing ball?"

Atobe walked to the other side of the tennis court, carried the racket and said, "I guessed that you would appear like this, my uncle asked Shinozu to prepare clothes for you."

Fei Yong was silent for a while, walked to the opposite side of Atobu and gritted his teeth: "I don't know how to wear it." The ghost knows what strange clothes he prepared, so she wouldn't wear those messy aristocratic costumes.

The two were just exchanging ideas casually, so no referee was required.

Fei Yong stands upright with the palm of his right hand facing sideways. The thumb and index finger hold the sides of the ball, the middle finger rests on the bottom of the ball, and the arm is raised upwards. The moment the ball is thrown, the wrist is straightened up.

The tennis ball was thrown high behind him. When the ball reached its highest point and was almost at a standstill, Fei Yong controlled the angle of the racket face in his left hand to a delicate level, and swung the first shot vigorously.

After the tennis ball hit the center line after passing the net, Atobe's raised racket stopped instantly.

"It didn't bounce?" Renzu frowned slightly, according to Fei Yong's posture and strength just now, it should bounce, right?

Atobe smiled, a little excited: "It's a gorgeous goal, continue."

Fei Yong also chuckled a bit, and it was the same action as before, sending out another ball without any change.

Atobe ran to the line, and paused again in his posture about catching the ball.

The tennis ball hit behind the line this time and bounced.

"..." The people watching the battle gasped, looked at each other tacitly, and remained silent.

"Do you want to continue?" Fei Yong raised his eyebrows and chuckled, "The next shot is very dangerous~"

Atobe also laughed: "Huh? Of course we must continue! Right, Huadi?" He wanted to see how many surprises Fei Yong could give him.

"Wushi!" Huadi nodded seriously.

The third ball, the tennis ball was intercepted by Atobe before it hit the ground, but the high-speed spinning ball flew towards Atobe's face instantly after touching the racket, Atobe narrowly avoided sideways, with a shocked expression on his face.

The fourth ball, which seemed to be a slow serve, suddenly dropped sharply when it was close to the track, and circled his body for a half circle without bouncing.

"Fei Yong Qianye won, the number of rounds is 1-0!" Fei Yong stood up straight and spoke with a happy smile on his face.

"... Didn't get any points in the trace department?"

"The minister is in trouble."

"Hey~ Not bad~"

"It turns out that Qingxue's manager is so strong."

Atobu didn't care about the comments of his own members, just waved his racket, and looked at Fei Yong with interest: "You female cat can also be gorgeous, ah, Huadi?"

"Wushi!"

Fei Yong brushed his too long bangs behind his ears carelessly, smiled and said, "My practice opponent has always been Tezuka, if it's too bad, how can I be his training partner?"

Atobe's eyes froze for a moment, as if there was a hint of chill: "The following is my uncle's serve."

Fei Yong put himself in a good posture and got ready: "Let's start."

Atobe's serve is very precise and fast, but Fei Yong can accurately predict the point where the ball will land, and use the opponent's ball to spin and hit the ball back with strength.

After breaking Atobe's serve so lightly, the Hyotei and the others finally lost their composure.

Atobe's return was a bit low and had some spin, and Fei Yong subconsciously returned a lob with strong topspin.

Atobe smiled slightly, quickly ran to the net and took off, staring at the handle of Fei Yong's racket and hit the ball over.

With a sound of "Boom--", the ball hit the handle of Fei Yong's racket, and the racket was sent flying. Fei Yong's wrist went numb for a while, and the tennis ball was bounced back to Atobe's field again, and Atobe took off and hit it again. come over.

"The Waltz of Destruction." The trace fell to the ground, and the left hand slowly stroked the tear mole at the corner of the eye.

Fei Yong frowned and stroked his wrist, the feeling of numbness was still there, Atobu's jump kill was very powerful.

"Huh? Are you injured?" Atobe saw that Fei Yong had not moved, and his face became serious.

"It's okay." Fei Yong shook his head, looked at Atobe, and suddenly smiled, "The ball just now is so gorgeous, it really fits Atobe's style."

"Of course!" There was a gleam of joy in Atobe's eyes. After all, this is the first time he has scored, and it is also the first time that Fei Yong has praised his skills. "Let's indulge in my magnificent skills! Fei Yong Qianye!" The exquisite facial features were raised high, the graceful neck line was slightly tilted back, and the smile on the corners of Atobu's lips was flamboyant and wicked.

The gorgeous Atobe-sama

The two started the match again, Atobe's eyes instantly became sharp, the ball in his hand was thrown high, and the moment the racket was swung, the tennis ball flew towards Fei Yong at a very fast speed.

"Boom-"

The tennis ball hit the bottom line, Fei Yong didn't move.

"Fei Yong." Atobu's face turned cold, and Fei Yong didn't even catch his ball.

"Sorry, I didn't enter the state just now." Fei Yong smiled and apologized to Atobe with an apologetic face.

Atobe looked at Fei Yong for a while, then served the ball again, but Fei Yong still didn't move.

Everyone was a little puzzled and didn't understand what Fei Yong wanted to do.

Until the fourth ball hit, Fei Yong finally moved.

Running towards the predicted drop point, Fei Yong took a step back, and hit a lob back when the ball was slow to return.

"She lobbed the ball on purpose?" Feng was a little puzzled.

The others couldn't figure it out either, so they could only watch quietly.Yueren and Hiyoshi didn't continue to practice anymore, and they were huddling together with everyone to watch the match between Fei Yong and Atobe seriously.

Not surprisingly, Atobe scored again with "Waltz of Destruction".Fei Yong felt that the force of hitting the handle of the racket had dropped a lot this time, knowing that the rotation he added just now had played a role, so he couldn't help but smile slightly, picked up the racket and put it in a good position again.

Atobe looked at Fei Yong in surprise: "It's your turn to serve."

"Huh?" Fei Yong was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that the round was over and Atobe had already scored, "Okay, I'll serve."

Taking out a small ball, Fei Yong tossed the ball high with his right hand, and served an unremarkable slow ball.

"Huh? Why don't you play the same ball as before?" Atobe asked Fei Yong while returning the ball.

Fei Yong just smiled and didn't answer, and then hit a lob again to Atobe.

Several times in a row, in the fourth round, Fei Yong suddenly took two steps back, and when the jumping ball hit the handle of the racket, his hand slipped, and the place of grip moved up two inches, and then hit the handle of the racket. After hitting the racket, he flipped the racket and drove the tennis ball around in a counterclockwise direction, and hit the ball back to Atobe's court with his forehand.

After the sound of the tennis ball hitting the ground was heard for a long time, there was still a deathly silence all around.

Fei Yong looked at Atobe with a happy face, his eyebrows and eyes curved: