Doomsday Madman: The Prince of Tennis

Scarborough, UK.

Atobe was holding a glass of non-alcoholic champagne and half leaning on the terrace of the small building. The golden liquid left a gorgeous arc across the glass wall.

For three days, the man picked up by the maids became more and more vigorous, but he never regained consciousness.

He took the opportunity of a school trip to Scarborough to visit his grandmother who was recuperating here. The classmates who came with him on the school trip have all returned to China, and his extra few days of vacation have expired.

He was considering whether it would be easier to call the police or just throw him back into the sea if he didn't wake up again.

The champagne left a slightly intoxicating fragrance across the tip of his tongue, and the shadow cast by the moment Atobu turned around almost caused him to throw the goblet in his hand.

Under the light, a man with a very oppressive height walked towards him step by step, his steps were obviously slow but with a sense of condescending oppression, as if wrapped in endless frost, his aggressive facial features were like blades made of cold iron, Looking at it one more time can make people tremble in the heart.

Atobe licked his lips involuntarily, and there was a hint of sweetness on his lips.

From the room to the terrace, a few steps away, the two of them had reached an extremely close distance in the blink of an eye.

When he met the man's eyes, he didn't know if it was an illusion. He felt a frost-like coldness spread over him, and even small particles appeared on his skin because of the coldness. Atobu subconsciously turned his head to avoid the seemingly real General gaze.

The neckline of the dark purple silk shirt was slightly opened, and with his movements, a section of snow-white neck was exposed, which contrasted with the dark neckline, showing an extremely slender and beautiful arc.

The sight that was like a cold iron blade slid across from head to toe, and the man's unique voice that sounded like a metal mechanical sound sounded in his ears.

"A leisurely courtyard but a temple, Japanese."

Atobe's Adam's apple slipped, and then he said in a calmer voice: "Atobe Keigo."

"I know."

Atobe was taken aback for a moment, feeling that his ears seemed to be hallucinating, and the cold metallic voice had the illusion of a smile.

Also, he just said "I know"?what do you know?

"Naruo Inaba, my younger brother."

Atobe opened his mouth. Although he had long felt that Kanin Kageji had a very special sense of familiarity, he was still surprised when he heard that he and Naruo Inaba were brothers. The difference between the two was too great. Not a real brother!

But since it is an acquaintance who wakes up again, there is no need to worry about whether to call the police or just throw it back into the sea, right?

Atobe thought right, he didn't have to worry about it when he woke up, because Kanin Kageji followed him back to Japan without saying a word.

In the early morning, Atobu, who had finally reversed his jet lag, walked out of the bedroom with his bare feet in his nightgown. The soft and comfortable touch of the cashmere carpet under his feet seemed to be stepping on clouds, giving people an illusion of bliss.

In the living room, Xianyuan Jingsi sat on the sofa with his back straight, and the aura exuded by the whole person seemed to be studying an important academic report. However, when Atobe followed his line of sight and set his eyes on the TV, I couldn't help but twitch my forehead.

The most bloody and rudimentary romance drama nowadays, even the name is so white that people can't bear to look directly at it.

Atobe yawned by covering his fingers, but it was mainly because he was afraid of revealing the smile on his lips.Then he tried his best to ask calmly.

Xianyuan Jingji turned his eyes away from the TV series to Atobe, his eyes fixed on his slender white fingers, and said in a metallic voice: "Morning."

Atobe raised his eyebrows slightly, after a few days of getting along, he has begun to get used to the extraordinary sense of oppression on a man.Feeling the man's gaze at this moment, he raised his eyebrows and looked back: "What kind of gaze is that? Are you overwhelmed by my uncle's beauty? Huh?"

Speaking of beauty, Atobe's eyes flicked to look at Kanin Kyoji's face.If you look at the facial features without the glaring white skin and too sharp aura, it will definitely give people a sense of shock.

Atobe considers himself a person who is extremely harsh on his appearance, and he can't find a single imperfection.It's a pity that no one dared to appreciate such a face openly.

Maybe the only person in this world who dares to appreciate the facial features of Kanin Temple so unscrupulously is Keigo Atobe, except for the two Mingo brothers.

Unexpectedly, Xianyuan Jingsi didn't even move his eyebrows in the face of this almost wanton gaze.It's just that the silver-gray pupils became extremely deep, like a frozen lake stained with ink.

The four eyes met, and the subtle mist like a heat wave rose in the air, with a warm and intoxicating feeling of intoxication.

Atobe stretched out his finger to caress the tear mole on the corner of his eye, and covered the slightly reddish ear root with his white arm.

For Atobe, beauty has nothing to do with gender. He has never shy away from talking about his outstanding appearance, nor shy away from others' appreciation of his appearance.However, regardless of men and women, no one's gaze has ever made him feel at a loss for a moment.

Fortunately, when Xianyuan Jingsi quickly refocused his attention on Gouxue's eight o'clock stall, he actually breathed a sigh of relief.

This morning, which was a little different from usual, kept Atobe in a good mood until the school knew what had happened during this period.

Yukimura was hospitalized with Guillain-Barre Syndrome and will never be able to return to the court for a short time or without surgery.

At this critical moment, Naruo Inaba, who was the nominal manager of the Rikkai University Tennis Club and actually served as the coach, seemed to have evaporated from the world.Although the school's study certificate stated that it was a leave due to illness, but those who are familiar with it probably know that things are not that simple.

Atobe sat on the seat, resting his chin on one hand, lost in thought.

Reminiscent of what happened on Bigang Island and the Xianyuan Jingsi that he picked up after being seriously injured, he suddenly realized that things might be more complicated than he imagined.

And what happened at the Atobe mansion after school just proved this point.

The story begins when Atobe returns home and finds that Xianyuan Jingji has an unimaginable TV addiction.

Since Xianyuan Jingsi woke up, apart from occasionally reading emails, watching TV seemed to be his only way of killing time.

The content I watch, regardless of domestic or overseas, is without exception idol dramas, dating shows, programs that adjust conflicts between men and women...the blood is so bloody that people can't bear to look directly at it.But the people who watched it looked like ice sculptures with a blank expression no matter what the content was.

In the end, I couldn't bear it anymore.

"Don't you have nothing else to do besides watching TV every day? You can even play tennis with me. If this continues, your joints will be stiff! Ahhh!"

Xianyuan Jingji shifted his gaze from the TV screen to Atobe's face, and his cold metallic voice did not show any ups and downs: "Tennis brings fun to people in a single way, while TV is diverse, and there will always be fun." New elements emerge in an endless stream to refresh your cognition."

It was hard for Atobe to control his urge to roll his eyes, Xin Dao is more than refreshing his cognition!Some TV dramas can literally shatter your three views, so you suspect that the outlook on life that you have adhered to for more than ten years is just talking about it.

But no matter what, he really couldn't stand Xianyuan Jingsi watching such a TV program with an expression of researching academic reports.So he turned off the TV mercilessly.

"Even if the fun tennis brings you is single, at least it will make your joints less stiff." Atobe pushed open the glass door of the living room, and the courtyard outside was silent.

The breeze blew gently, and there were a few shallow waves on the blue water surface of the swimming pool, and it quickly returned to calm.

If it is a large Atobe mansion, the family members are rarely there, except for Atobe, who are servants.The entire backyard is Atobe's tennis court and swimming pool, and few people come here without orders.

At this moment, such an emptiness gives people a feeling of uneasiness.

Atobe keenly felt a trace of strangeness flowing in the air.Touching his chest, he felt his heart beating fast, but he couldn't tell whether it was because of nervousness or excitement.

The cool air suddenly became hot, and Atobe thought it was his own illusion, but soon, the scorching feeling intensified, and a stream of air seemed to sweep over with flames, and the temperature was high at that moment. It was like falling into lava.

But it was only for a moment, and soon a cool feeling spread over.

In just a few hours from cool to cold, a thin layer of white frost condensed on the lawn in the courtyard.The water in the swimming pool freezes into ice at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The sudden drop in temperature made him shiver involuntarily, but he didn't even feel too much surprised by the supernatural scene in front of him.

The collision of ice and fire made the air viscous and oppressive, as if being strangled by someone's neck and unable to breathe, his brain became dizzy, and Atobe pressed his head with his hands, feeling that even his vision began to blur.

Several black figures swayed in front of his eyes.

The moment the pain in his head intensified, his gaze suddenly turned upside down, and he felt as if his body had fallen into a icy lake, his body strength was constantly being sucked away, and there was a breath of ice at the end of his nose. Refreshing cold fragrance.

Although it was cold, it made him feel faintly relieved.

Immediately afterwards, he felt that the force that was constantly dragging him suddenly eased, and his vision began to regain clarity.

As far as the eye can see, a gorgeous scarlet bursts from the crystal clear ice.Not far away, there are also several humanoid objects that have been frozen into ice sculptures.

Atobe's first reaction was: Let the housekeeper fill up the swimming pool tomorrow.Second reaction: My uncle's courtyard seems to have become a murder scene.

It took several turns in his mind before he realized that he had neglected the most important question.

Xianyuan Jingji naturally lowered the traces, and the silver-gray pupils reflected the warm yellow light, adding a touch of warmth to those eyes that seemed to have no breath of life.

"What's going on here? Who are they?" Atobe looked at Xianyuan Jingsi, and after asking, he felt a little embarrassed to have nothing to say, and said quickly: "It doesn't matter if you don't want to talk, anyway, I I don't want to know either."

Xianyuan Jingsi glanced at the back of Jibu who turned and left, then looked at the somewhat messy courtyard, and took out the phone from his pocket expressionlessly.

Therefore, after Ming Yang took over Xianyuan Jingsi to take charge of Jikong, he was finally fortunate enough to experience the sadness of helping others.

In the middle of the night, Atobe suddenly woke up from his sleep, the bedroom window was half open, and the light-colored curtains were gently blown by the breeze.

The next moment he suddenly sat up from the bed.Because he never sleeps with the windows open.

A force struck him in the darkness, too fast to dodge, he was knocked down on the bed, a warm breath sprayed on his neck.Atobe was startled, and was about to reach out and push away when he heard a chuckle from a familiar voice.

Atobe turned on the chandelier in the room with a "snap", and the bright light dispelled the darkness at once.

Atobe silently pushed away Naruto's face that was close at hand, and snorted coldly: "I thought you evaporated from the world!"

Naruo turned over and lay down next to Atobe, the little monster poked its head out from the zipper of his coat, saw Atobe and got out of Naruo's arms, climbed onto Atobe's legs, and rubbed its head against Atobe's Arm, so flattering that I can't bear to look directly at it.

"Oh, since it likes you so much, why don't you adopt it!"

Atobe stretched out his fingers to pinch Naruto's cheek: "Don't change the subject for me."

Ming Yang blinked regretfully: "It's a pity that you saw it through."

Atobe simply turned around and ignored Naruo, twisted the back of the little monster's neck and teased it with his fingers.Naruto rested his head with his arms closed and his eyes closed, he was not at all worried that Atobe would really ignore him.

Atobe cast a glance at him, and said in a cool voice, "I saw Sanada today."

Naruto opened his eyes, a bright light and shadow reflected in the black pupils.

Even though his expression didn't change much, Atobe glanced at him but felt that there was something ironic about him, so he couldn't say it at all.