[net king] light as fleeting

Atobe leaned on the edge of the chair with one hand and looked at Fujiwara Ri's deep thought, and secretly compared the peaceful sleeping face he saw in the morning in his mind.I still remember that when he had lunch in the grass for the first time, the first thing he heard was a female voice saying something that interested him.

If you don't want to lose, then work hard to win back, the audience will always only remember the winner.

He only remembered the winner, and thought that the girl who said this would be a girl with short hair and bright, but he had no idea that she was actually a stupid and stupid woman.

He ran into the music room where he was in without authorization, and after hearing his name's incomprehensible reaction, he also frankly admitted that his grades were indeed not good.

Atobe suddenly laughed out loud, drawing puzzled looks from the maids standing not far away.

"Hey, Atobe."

"Hmm," Atobe's face turned cold instantly, and the maid not far away was greatly moved by the speed at which his face changed.

Fujiwara Riton returned what he was going to say, hesitated for a few seconds before tentatively changing to the name of the trace department: "King Wu..."

"What's the matter." Hearing that Fujiwara Ri changed her address, Atobe calmed down with a gloomy expression, and tapped rhythmically with his right hand resting on the chair.

"If I focus on predicting the ball path, do you think the chances of success are high?"

Fujiwara asked very cautiously. After all, from the data she summed up from the previous two battles against the battle trace department, she failed even once.

"What do you think?"

"I think it's theoretically possible...but in practice...I don't know."

Atobe was silent for a while before asking: "Do you still remember the last ball you hit the night before?"

Fujiwara Ri cooperated and recalled the scene at that time. From the beginning to the end, she was always suppressed by Atobe. What happened to the last ball?

Glancing at Atobe on the opposite side, he found that the other party was also looking at her, but he didn't show any hint to her.So Fujiwara Ri had no choice but to wrinkle a small face, trying hard to recall the end of the game that day.

She remembered that she seemed to be on the verge of exhaustion at that time... and then Atobe's shot seemed to be slightly slow for a few seconds at the last moment.

Then... Fujiwara Ri raised her hand and patted her forehead. At that time, she seemed to have hit the ball back...

Afterwards, she fell to the ground and didn't even pay attention to whether the ball landed or not, and was hit back.

"I don't remember..." Fujiwara Ri admitted honestly: "At that time, I was exhausted, so I didn't pay attention."

"Atobe's last ball, did you intentionally release water?"

When Fujiwara Ri was struggling, Atobe knew that she must not have noticed.In the last shot, he did mix a little water, but at that time he could clearly see that his racket had just hit the ball.Fujiwara Ri quickly ran to the place where the ball would land, and made a counterattack posture.

At that time, he was stunned for a few seconds, resulting in a slow start, and missed the opportunity to catch the ball, and the ball rolled to his feet.

Atobe saw that Fujiwara Ri still looked ignorant, so he knew that it should be just an accident at that time.

But since it happened once, it means that the method proposed by Fujiwara Ri is still feasible.The next step is to train her for the identity of body and consciousness.

After ensuring the predicted outcome, the body responds quickly and cooperatively.

After thinking about the method, Atobe stood up and took the racket from the maid next to him: "10 minutes have passed, continue training."

"Ji..." Only one word was said, and after receiving Atobe's stare, Fujiwara Ri obediently changed her address: "King Wu."

"Hmm, come here with a good racket." Atobe tried to swing the racket in the air a few times, and looked at Ri Fujiwara who was still standing aside: "What's wrong?"

"I want to ask you, what does the last ball I hit mean?"

"It's nothing, it's just that you're stupid." Atobe decided to let Fujiwara Ri comprehend it by himself, so he gave up the idea of ​​telling her the truth at the beginning: "Come here quickly, and I will go home directly while standing here."

"Oh." Fujiwara Ri still had some doubts about Atobe's answer, but when he thought of what happened at Atobe's house in the morning.Immediately, the answer to Atobe became full confidence.

Is it fun to tease her?Is she really that stupid?

Seeing Fujiwara Ri's slower and slower reaction ability, Atobe couldn't help frowning.At this time, her movements were a whole beat slower than when she guessed his fake moves and predicted the fake ball path.

Even if the ball is occasionally hit back, the power is weak.Often because it is too low, it hits the net in the middle of the court.

Atobe watched Fujiwara Ri raise his hand for the third time to wipe off the sweat from his forehead, his brows furrowed more and more.Even though she seems to be weak in movements, does it make her feel tired?

Lack of stamina is also a problem, which is extremely unfavorable for protracted battles.Atobe secretly decided that tomorrow he would drag this stupid woman up for a run together.

Due to her high concentration of spirit and wrong judgment every time, Fujiwara kept running back and forth on half of the court.I began to feel that my vision became blurred and there were some double images.

Unaccustomed to closing his eyes, he shook his head.Atobe's ball has been hit, and there is a dull sound of the racket hitting the tennis ball vigorously.Fujiwara Ri, who didn't have time to open her eyes, subconsciously followed the movement, bent her knees, raised her hand and waved.

'boom--'

"Pa——" The sound of the tennis racket falling heavily to the ground, Fujiwara Riri, who was completely exhausted, half-kneeled on the ground, gasping for breath.

Did she get the ball just now?eyes closed?

Fujiwara Ri stared at the tennis ball rolling down at Atobe's feet in disbelief with her eyes wide open, and the last scene of the night before yesterday flashed through her mind.

She also seemed to be at the last moment, making a quick and accurate prediction and then waiting for the ball where the prediction landed, posing to return the tennis ball.

That's what Atobe said about the last ball...

Fujiwara Li seriously recalled the situation just now, while fantasizing and simulating the movements made spontaneously by her body in her mind.The first is the sound, yes, the dull sound of the racket hitting the tennis ball at the moment when she closed her eyes.

Then her body moved accordingly, before she could react.She had already stopped at the position where she guessed, subconsciously raised her hand and waved her clap.

She couldn't figure it out, it seemed like her body was making the decisions just now, and she didn't even have time to think of a countermeasure.

Fujiwara Ri raised her hand and tapped her forehead, with a bit of annoyance in her eyes.If only she had concentrated more on writing just now, and didn't relax as soon as she hit the ball.She should be able to see the trajectory of the ball just now.

"It's even more stupid to knock again. I don't want a stupid woman." Atobe knew that Fujiwara Rika was anxious to think about the reason for the ball just now, and reached out to hold her hand that knocked her head: "Some Things can’t be rushed, let me relax your stupid brain first.”

Fujiwara Ri lowered her head a little bit disappointed, knowing that Atobe was trying to comfort her not to worry too much.But there is more than a week left in the competition, if she doesn't master this skill, she will only lose.

Squeeze your palms tightly and let your nails dig into the tender palms.She will not admit defeat.Fujiwara Ri withdrew her right hand held by Atobe, and raised her face firmly: "Let's continue."

"If you want to talk in your sleep, wait until you fall asleep tonight." Atobe reached out and flicked Fujiwara Ri's forehead, pulling her to stand up.

"It's not a dream, let's continue training!"

"Pa" This time it was the sound of heavy palms hitting the head, and Fujiwara Riko rubbed her painful head aggrievedly.What did she say wrong again? Didn't she say that if you take too many pictures, you will become stupid? Didn't Atobe say that you don't want stupid women...

"Let's go." Atobe urged, putting the tennis racket on the rest table and carrying back his schoolbag.

"I'm going to keep training."

"Do you want to be photographed?"

"……don't want."

"Let's go then." Atobe took out the mobile phone he had just put in from his pocket, opened the cover of the mobile phone and glanced at the time.It's already past nine forty.

Somewhat surprised, they actually fought for nearly two hours tonight.Atobe glanced at Ri Fujiwara who was following him, looking a little reluctant.

The last sparring lasted almost an hour and a half, with a 10-minute break in the middle.The woman only took a 10-minute break today.After comparison, Atobe realized that the shortcoming of Fujiwara Rishi's lack of physical strength that he guessed at the beginning, in fact, did not exist at all.

But running is still necessary.Atobe secretly made a decision in his heart, especially it was necessary for him to personally supervise Fujiwara Ri's running. Who knew if she would be lazy secretly and ignore his orders.

In fact, if someone knows the decision in Atobe's heart at the moment, in one sentence: the excuse is really good, isn't it because he wants to keep people at home.

Even if this is the case, the uncle will never admit it.

The matter was decided by Atobe. Before the women's tennis competition in Tokyo, Fujiwara Rito needs to live in Atobe's house, so that Atobe can supervise her tennis practice progress anytime and anywhere.

Regarding Atobe's tough decision, Fujiwara Ri was dragged into the pick-up car by Atobe without even a moment of hesitation, and took her directly home.

In Atobe's eyes, Fujiwara Ri's trembling reaction was indeed extremely cute. It is rare for a person who usually has a flat expression to show such sneaky, aiming around.

After a little teasing, he informed Atobe Shinichi and Atobe Eya that they were not at home.

Fujiwara Ri was very fortunate to know that Atobe Shinichi and Atobe Eya had something to go out.Fujiwara Li breathed a sigh of relief, she was really afraid of Atobe Eya.

I was afraid that she would catch me and ask questions as soon as I entered the hall...

"What? Do you also know what fear is?"

"It's not that I'm afraid..."

"Is it difficult to ask and answer without being afraid?" Atobe watched Fujiwara Ri slowly cut the steak on the plate, and directly replaced the one she cut with the one he cut. past.

Fujiwara Ri didn't stop, and happily accepted Atobe's exchange of plates: "But, the questions asked by Auntie are all..."

"Everything is firmly on the point." Atobe continued the next sentence lightly.

"And why did you say that in the morning?" Fujiwara Ri remembered Atobe's misleading words in the morning, and she hadn't asked her opponent why she was talking nonsense.

"Explanation? Is it wrong to not cover up the facts?"

"No..." Fujiwara Ri paused before saying, "But it shouldn't be used to answer Auntie's question."

"Oh? Why." Atobe stopped cutting the steak and put the knife and fork on the table.She leaned over, touched Fujiwara Ri's ear, and said in a low voice, "Didn't you sleep with me last night?"

"... Yes. But Auntie asked, the question... seems to be." Fujiwara Ri hesitated, and what Eya Atobe asked meant that she and Atobe slept in the same room, right?As for what she did... She secretly kissed Atobe, that's all.

Atobe slowly raised his lips, and the smile on his lips reached his eyes: "What does it seem like? Didn't you sneak a kiss..."

"It was you who pretended to be asleep." Ritsu Fujiwara stood up abruptly, put his hands on the table, and said loudly, "Obviously you pretended to be asleep on purpose."

"Yes." Atobe admitted bluntly, "But I didn't do anything while you were asleep."

"...I won't tell you." Knowing that Atobe couldn't justify, Fujiwara Ri sat back on the chair discouraged.Silently picked up the knife and fork again, silently nibbled on the steak.

"Besides, when you were washing your face, more than one person reported to my parents that we slept together." Atobe added maliciously, raised his hand and pinched Fujiwara Ri's flushed face, pulling himself back to his original position .

"Trace, Department!"

"Hmm." Atobe suddenly lowered his voice.

"Jingwu..." Fujiwara Ri's tone suddenly softened.

"kindness."

At this point in the simple conversation, the atmosphere in the dining room became quiet again.Fujiwara Ri suffocated from eating, but after taking a bath, the excessive anger could not overcome the sleepiness caused by excessive practice and overloading of the body.

Walking out of the bathroom in a daze, he lifted the quilt casually, got under the quilt, and fell asleep.

Waking up the next day, Ri Fujiwara stayed in bed decisively.Let Atobe sit by the bed and call her, but he refused to answer a word.Rolled up the quilt and curled up beside the bed, not moving at all.

Atobe bowed his head, pressed Fujiwara Ri's ear, and blew a soft breath.With a sound of swiping, Fujiwara Ri sat up directly, and his forehead hit heavily on Atobe's forehead that he hadn't had time to push away.

"Stupid woman, come downstairs on time in 10 minutes!" Atobe rubbed his flushed forehead in pain, just finished speaking, wondering why there was no response.As soon as she moved her arms away, Fujiwara Ri lay back on the bed again, this time covering her head together.

In the end, Fujiwara Ri was dragged out of the bed by Atobe.After washing my face, the drowsiness dissipated a little. After a night of sleep, I exercised too much yesterday, causing my arm to hurt so much that I couldn't even hold the tableware stably.

then……

A scene appeared in the dining room of the Atobe family.

"Oh, I really didn't realize that Xiaojing in our family loves his wife so much. She even feeds her with her own hands, even in front of her parents. Really, young people nowadays don't know how to avoid suspicion."

Eya Atobe covered her face pretendingly while talking, as if she saw something she shouldn't see.

Fujiwara Ri had a bitter face, seeing the spoon that Atobe approached, he had to open his mouth to swallow the hot porridge on the spoon under Eiya Atobe's suave manner.

Next time... No, in the future, she will definitely do what she can.

……

After breakfast, the sore arm was forced by Atobe to apply the ointment. When Fujiwara Riko arrived at the school, the first thing he did when he entered the classroom was to take out the notes from his schoolbag and try to draw the data guessed in his mind last night. down.

Fujiwara Ri simulated the rationality of movements and angles in her mind while writing and drawing in her notebook.

Then use small characters to annotate the theoretical knowledge she has planned on one side of the picture. When predicting other people's actions, you first need to judge whether the other party's actions are used to confuse the line of sight.

Then there is the responsiveness of the body synchronization after the judgment.This requires a high degree of mental concentration and the agility of a fast start...

"Write what?"

The sudden words made Fujiwara Ri's hands tremble in fright.The black signature pen directly draws a long mark on the notebook.

The author has something to say: I was supposed to update it last night...but the scumbag network has a convulsion, and when I log in, it keeps showing 'Please wait...'

I really want to smash the computer directly! ! !From yesterday noon to last night, and then to early morning...

It's all 'please wait...'

I want to change my computer, I don’t want this broken computer TT