must love tennis

In the afternoon, the sun is shining and the sky is clear. It is suitable for a date with a beautiful girl. In the open-air bar, there are coffee and black tea...

At this time, the beautiful girl said:

"I need an agent."

"..." Atobe was silent for a while.

He looked deeply at Ryoma across the table, and asked very calmly, "That's it?"

This is the first sentence I haven't seen for a long time? !

Ryoma also thought for a while, and said cautiously: "I don't know why, when I saw Atobe-senpai, I felt that I had to talk to you about some economics."

Maybe it's the personal aura.

Atobe: "...you don't have to be so reluctant."

Besides, there is no necessary connection between these two things!

Although he does talk about cases with people every day, and the value of every transaction he handles is as high as hundreds of millions or billions of dollars, it doesn't mean he has to talk about finance with a tennis fan, right?

The former Ice Emperor frowned and took a deep breath to calm himself down.Only then did he pay attention to the important point, narrowing his eyes: "You said just now that you want to find a manager?"

"I went back to Japan at Christmas and was surrounded." Ryoma slowly explained the ins and outs.

Atobe rolled his eyes: "It's no wonder it's not blocked."

He had watched Longma's match before, and in the camera, she was different from other women's tennis players, she was always acting alone.

Sometimes, reporters chase her all the way with cameras and microphones, just because this guy is a maverick, has no official spokesperson, and is almost insulated from occasions like press conferences, let alone commercial activities.

It is difficult for them to get an interview with her. As for the fans...

Atobe tapped on the desktop: "Do you know how many fans you have on Twitter and Facebook?"

"It seems quite a lot." Longma recalled the string of numbers after follow, with a very casual tone.

Atobe knew at a glance that she had no real concept of these numbers, stroked her forehead, and asked again: "That, uh, Mr. Samurai Nanjiro, didn't he give you some guidance on life and career, related experience?"

However, Ryoma's reply was: "Oh, my dad, he's more casual..."

Atobe thought about it, and it was true.

When Echizen Minamijiro announced his retirement, it was also the eve of his last game before reaching the top of the tennis world.The vigorous No. 1 men's tennis player was dazzled by the media. He retired as soon as he said he would retire, and he didn't say hello. He disappeared from the public eye.

It wasn't until more than ten years later that someone discovered that he was hiding in a temple in China as an abbot, and this image...

It was also eye-popping and disillusioning.

Having a father like that doesn't seem to help much.

Speaking of which, on the road of Ryoma's growth, the person who gave her the greatest help and guidance responsibility was probably...

Thinking of this, Atobe couldn't help but think of another person, but this was completely unwilling.He twitched the corners of his mouth, coughed dryly, took a sip of tea hastily, made a casual gesture, and asked, "Where's Tezuka?"

Ryoma bit the straw and replied vaguely: "He was arranged by the club, there is a whole team..."

In fact, Tezuka asked if he wanted to help her and contacted several professionals to take care of her, but when she heard it, not only the training menu was fixed, but also the recipes were strictly required, and even a whim of grilled fish and fried chicken was not allowed.

Too much trouble, Ryoma decisively refused.

Atobe also showed an indescribable expression, and asked after thinking for a while: "Then, haven't you thought about finding someone according to your own standards?"

"...I have contacted a few times through the club." The strange look on her face was fleeting, and she stuck out her tongue, "But it happened that my brother came. He said that he accidentally made enemies with a certain Mexican gangster and was being hunted down .And then...they got into a fight in the yard and scared people away."

"..."

Atobu's eyebrows are twitching.

He said, it's fine if your brother doesn't help, can you stop adding trouble?

Long Ma shook his head, Long Ya just didn't want her to live with other men.

Atobe was immediately convinced.

When it comes to why they met in London, it can be called a coincidence.

At the last meeting, Atobe accidentally discovered that Ryoma's new neighbor was his former team member, Shishido Ryo.

I heard that this time the British Open, he will also participate, as a young... Xiang Riyue said that he would come to watch the game, cheer him up, and called Renzu.

It is rare for former teammates to reunite in the UK.Atobe invited them to play for a few days as the host, and overheard Shinobu and Xiangri muttering, as if they were talking about dating girls.

Several bachelors who have been single for many years, no one has the confidence to look down on anyone, and exchange views frankly.

"I think so."

"I don't think so..."

Atobe couldn't listen anymore, and interrupted: "What are you talking about?"

The two turned around.Renzu pushed his glasses, with an unpredictable expression: "Yue Ren said that the success rate of striking up a conversation abroad is higher."

Atobe was noncommittal: "Why, who did you see?"

Xiang Hiyake's eyes lit up, he raised his elbow and poked his arm, pointed at the opposite figure sitting in a daze in an open-air restaurant across the court: "Atobe, what do you think?"

Atobe looked along, and the moment he saw it clearly, his eyes tightened, his pupils shrank slightly, and then returned to normal.

calm down.If it was during the competition, Echizen Ryoma would appear in such a place... It's not surprising.

The chieftain let out a long sigh of relief.

At this time, he just heard Renzu say: "But I don't think there is a big difference between Asians. They are relatively more restrained and passive, so..."

"So, which one of you wants to strike up a conversation?" Atobe interrupted them with a nonchalant smile.

The two looked at each other and pointed at each other.

Atobu raised his eyebrows: "Huh?"

"Don't frame me, of course it's Yushi!"

"Huh? Isn't that what you want to see?"

"I just think it should be your taste... Don't you like younger sisters with white skin, thin waist and long legs?"

"Who told you that you must—" Ninzuzu said halfway, seeing Atobe's increasingly strange expression, he couldn't help but stop, raised his hand to push his glasses, and asked tentatively, "Wait, I said Atobe, Could it be that you know him?"

Atobe pursed his lips and asked slowly: "You don't know each other?"

Xiang Ri looked at Renzu, and blinked in confusion: "Hey, have we met before, haven't we?"

"I don't remember." Renzu shook his head, "It stands to reason that if I've seen it before, I should have an impression."

"That's good." Atobe said meaningfully.

After finishing speaking, he snapped his fingers and signaled Huadi to pay by card, while he walked across a street to the open-air Italian restaurant diagonally opposite.

In front of Ryoma was a spaghetti sauce, which was bright red, probably mixed with tomato sauce.She absent-mindedly rolled the noodles with a fork, not focusing on eating, but looking at the stadium next door.

Atobe also took a look.

It's just an ordinary street tennis court, and the level of amateurs is there, it doesn't seem like it can easily arouse her interest.

It wasn't until a shadow was cast on the table that Ryoma came back to his senses. Turning around from the corner of his eye, he found the Ice Emperor standing in front of him.

She let out a "huh", put down the fork, raised her face, and blinked quickly: "Good afternoon, are you eating here too?"

how is this possible.

Then it was rejected by Atobe without hesitation: "This kind of pasta in a street restaurant is completely unauthentic, coupled with the inferior chef's level, how can I like it?"

"...As expected of the King of Monkey Mountain." Long Ma nodded seriously.

She wasn't that picky, she took a few sips and thought it was okay, so she pushed the untouched orange juice on the table, and he waved her hand: "No, I won't fight with you."

Atobe pulled away the chair next to him and sat down.

Ryoma picked up the orange juice, picked up the straw, and followed his signal gaze to look across the street: "Here, those two guys were discussing you just now, what a coincidence."

"Although, they don't remember you." He added, showing a subtle smile.

Long Ma calmly said, "Oh, it seems that I am really famous."

"No, I think...they may not have fully seen your appearance." Atobe said slowly.

If they had recognized earlier that this was the "Echizen player" whom the domestic media had praised so much, they would not have the same tone of talking about strange girls.

"Then again, is it okay for you to be here alone? Are you hiding from reporters or fans?"

Atobe glanced out of the corner of his eye, and saw someone secretly taking pictures with his mobile phone, and was so frightened by his gaze that he withdrew his hands and neck.

Although Ryoma saw it, he still didn't care about it: "Whatever, just pretend that you don't understand British English at a time like this, and they won't bother you anymore."

"..." Then you are really casual enough.

Ryoma was going to sign in in the afternoon, the two chatted for a while, and Atobe went back.

And Xiang Ri and Shinozu were staring at him with incomprehensible eyes.Atobe paused, very alert: "What's wrong?"

"You really know each other... That's right, the British Asian community is so big, why don't you know it?" Xiang Ri muttered, frowning worriedly, looked at Ren Zu, shook his head, and patted his old friend shoulder, "Yushi, you are no match for others, so give it up."

Shinobu: "..."

Atobe said: "I'm thinking about something, I just know it."

Renzu's eyes also lit up: "Then introduce me?"

"..."

Atobe refused coldly: "You have a beautiful idea!"

The next day, the headlines were published: Well-known female tennis players have a private meeting with a "boyfriend"? !The object was actually the heir to the business empire...

Below is an unmarked photo, after all, both of them are public figures.

The media unapologetically produced the highest-definition version.

Atobe folded the newspaper slowly, folded and folded under the silent gaze of Mukahi and Shinobu, and calmly threw it into the fireplace.

On the other hand, Tezuka still looked at him calmly.

Whether it is self-confessed or recognized, there is no doubt that Atobe has outstanding eyesight.But he also knew that Tezuka's observation skills were not inferior.

Under the gaze of the other party, everything seems to be invisible.

"Give me an explanation." Tezuka said lightly.

"...What's the explanation?" The emperor raised his chin, trying to separate the relationship with a nonchalant attitude.

But obviously, the other people present did not believe it.

Xiang Riyue thought hard for a long time, and suddenly realized, he jumped up and patted the table: "No, Atobe, you still snatch other people's girlfriends?!"

"——I even said no!"