Atobe Keigo took the racket, walked directly to the rest chair where Otowa was sitting, and sat down directly. Due to the large amount of exercise, his forehead was covered with a layer of crystal beads of sweat, which kept dripping.
"Little maid, towel." He stretched out his hand and lowered his head. A drop of water fell from his forehead to the ground and disappeared quickly.
At this time, the sun was shining mercilessly, and the air was windless, cloudless and very dry.
Otoyu took out a towel from the cardboard box next to him and handed it to him. He reached out and took it, then wiped the sweat on his face, panted slightly and leaned his back on the chair, raised his head and closed his eyes, calming down.
breathing
The other team members also looked tired whether sitting or standing.
Coach Huacun’s training method is really tiring.
Otowa jotted down a few more items in his notebook, put the notes on the rest chair, stood up, walked behind Atobe Keigo, and put his hands on his shoulders. His muscles were very stiff. It seemed that he was very serious.
He practiced very seriously, and he really refused to admit defeat if he could not lose to the seriousness of others. He was obviously so exhausted.
"Here, relax," she said while rubbing his somewhat stiff shoulders. The movements of her fingers were sometimes slow, sometimes light, and sometimes heavy. Atobe Keigo slowly relaxed the muscles on his shoulders, and his shoulders became more and more relaxed.
, it seems that the soreness just now has disappeared. His little maid, this really surprised him. He opened his eyes and looked at the other people looking at them, with the corners of their lips raised openly. This kind of enjoyment can only be achieved by
Only Atobe Keigo was able to get it. Let alone the others, the little maid is his only one.
Renzu, who was in the same room as Atobe Keigo, drank water from the cup, leaned in front of the net, and shook his head lightly. These two people were really enviable. He could tell by looking at the strange looks in the eyes of the people next to him.
, because they Ice Emperor people have long been accustomed to it, but others may not be able to believe it.
A low-key model from Long Yuandu and a high-ranking emperor. The two people have very similar personalities, but they get along with each other in an unexpected fusion.
However, maybe not everyone was surprised. There was another person. He looked at Sanada, the tall and tall man called the emperor. He probably didn't even blink. Sure enough, he was not an ordinary opponent. He was calm.
Terrible
"Keigo, I'm very tired!" Seeing him relax, Otoyu asked, and the movements of his fingers also slowed down.
"Tired?" Atobe raised his eyebrows. What's the point of being tired? I don't take this little training seriously. His arrogant tone didn't change at all.
Otoyu just shook his head. This person has never known what it means to show weakness and strength. It makes people feel a little scary. He is awkward and cute at the same time. He is really a contradictory person.
Putting down her hands, Otoyu sat back on the chair, picked up the notebook on the chair, and started writing the report again. The sun shone on the brim of her hat, and her face cast a light cyan shadow. The small face that was blocked was hidden in the
In the dark, the indescribable soft color
Another burst of clapping sounded. Teacher Huacun looked at the watch on his wrist. It was exactly ten minutes.