Chapter 5 Relationships

The matter about Tan Zheng's sister has almost been discussed, and Ren Zhaoyuan was planning to make an excuse to keep the two busy, and didn't want Tan Zheng to speak first.

"Can Teacher Ren play tennis?"

"Yes, but I haven't played for a long time." He was the president of the tennis club when he was in college. After graduation, he played less and less, and he hardly ever touched it in recent years.

Tan Zheng looked like nothing had happened just now, and his expression was the same as usual: "Me too, but my hands are a little itchy. Would Teacher Ren play a few rounds with me?"

Ren Zhaoyuan smiled: "Okay."

The tennis court was far away from here. The two of them took a car and chatted a few words about the architectural design of the manor and the surrounding land prices while looking at the scenery on the road. When he got off the car, Ren Zhaoyuan had already given up the idea of ​​venting his emotions.

I just feel that the stadium has been gone for a long time, and want to relive the unbridled vitality of the past and have a good game.

Ren Zhaoyuan chose a white ball uniform, ordinary sleeveless shirt and shorts, and white sneakers with mid-tube socks. Looking in the mirror, he looked a little young.

When he came out, Tan Zheng was already equipped, dressed in black, and was hitting the ground with a racket.

Ren Zhaoyuan walked halfway, and Tan Zheng turned his head and glanced at it. The inertia of his hand patted again, but he missed the hit. The tennis ball bounced on the ground several times and rolled out of the distance.

He was almost dumbfounded.

Time favors Ren Zhaoyuan, not smearing years on his appearance, but giving him more graceful charm and more and more powerful stillness and gentleness.

"The ball ran." Ren Zhaoyuan said with a smile.

After a brief warm-up, the two played a few back and forth. Ren Zhaoyuan gradually regained his state while swinging and running. All his attention was focused on the bouncing ball. It was like returning to the arena in college, and every hit was exhausted. All out.

The muffled sound of the tennis ball hitting the ground in the empty room resonated with the pounding heartbeat in the chest. Every time the muscles tightened, they filled with explosive power. Except for the ball, everything was unimportant.

Sweaty and happy.

When the ball reached Tan Zheng's side, Tan Zheng raised his hand and made a gesture, Ren Zhaoyuan raised his head and walked to the sidelines, took the staff's towel to wipe his sweat, and raised his head to spit.

A few drops of transparent water slid along the lips to the mandible and mixed into the sweat along the neck, submerged into the damp collar, and disappeared.

The dry and hot throat was moistened comfortably. Ren Zhaoyuan spread his fingers apart and swept back the hair hanging on his forehead at will, and asked Tan Zheng in a loud voice, "Are you coming back?"

Tan Zheng bounced the ball in his hand on the ground and caught it, and also raised his voice and said, "Come on!"

The two men let go of the ball and played with a violent aesthetic, with stretched muscles and blue veins, full of explosive power and aggression, sweating profusely, panting loudly, and the ball's non-stop "bang bang".

The air is full of surging hormones.

At the end, he glanced at the clock on the wall and realized that they had been playing for a full two hours.

Tan Zheng is a good opponent.

Except for the first ten minutes of practice, after that you came and I kept hitting the ball, and it was very enjoyable to play.

Ren Zhaoyuan supported his thighs to adjust his breathing, and when he straightened up, he saw Tan Zheng, who was approaching, lift up the hem of his shirt and lift the fabric stuck to his body with sweat, revealing his well-defined abdominal muscles.

I noticed it when was just playing, but didn't think about it. Only now did sigh that Tan Zheng's figure is really good, not to mention his height and leg length, and even his muscles are particularly eye-catching.

Ren Zhaoyuan was rarely in the mood for comparison. Thinking about his own abdominal muscles, he had to admit that there was a gap.

"It's not good to take a shower just after exercising," Tan Zheng pointed to the seat on the sidelines, "Ten minutes of rest?"

"it is good."

Tan Zheng asked for two bottles of energy drinks and put one in front of Ren Zhaoyuan, saying that he didn't expect Ren Zhaoyuan to play so well.

Ren Zhaoyuan thanked him, opened the drink and took a sip, and suddenly chuckled and thought, now is not the time to hide in a hurry because of the smell of sweat on his body.

"I don't have many friends who play tennis. Can I still invite a teacher to play tennis in the future?"

Ren Zhaoyuan laughed again, and there was still sporadic gasps in his laughter. After watching Tan Zheng for a few seconds, he said, "It's okay to ask for a ball, just don't feed me the ball like this."

"No," Tan Zheng's ear was a little hot, and the sweat that was about to disappear has a tendency to come back again, "You played really well, I didn't let you do it on purpose, I just thought it was a joke, it's important to be happy, and it's not about winning or losing. ."

"Then who will win or lose next time?"

The word "next time" is attractive enough by itself, and Tan Zheng agreed.

Sometimes when two people get acquainted, they only need one thing, a game.

Tan Zheng clearly felt that the sense of distance between them had disappeared a lot. When a staff member brought the things just asked, Tan Zheng signaled that it would be fine to put them on the table.

Ren Zhaoyuan saw something like iodine and asked Tan Zheng, "Are you injured?"

"No, your hand is cracked."

The hole in his hand that was cut by the granule package last night was just on the side of his index finger. When he played the ball with great force, his finger was bent all the time, and the newly formed scab was cracked.

This small wound, Ren Zhaoyuan himself did not notice.

"Need not……"

Tan Zheng has opened the cleaning solution.

"It's better to deal with it. After all, it is broken, and there is a risk of infection for small injuries."

Ren Zhaoyuan blinked and compromised: "Okay, I'll do it myself."

At the last step, when the waterproof Band-Aid was pasted, his left hand was not firmly attached. After removing it, Tan Zheng took it apart and helped him carefully stick it.

From the beginning to the end, only the fingertips occasionally brushed Ren Zhaoyuan's finger side.

Tan Zheng didn't dare to overstep the rules, and even his breathing was deliberately relaxed.

After taking a shower, changing clothes and walking out, the other side slanted a ball towards Ren Zhaoyuan, and the two reached out to catch it at the same time. Ren Zhaoyuan put it on the back of his hand.

Tan Zheng let go abruptly: "I'm sorry."

Ren Zhaoyuan raised his hand and threw the ball back and asked, "Did you take a cold shower?"

It was warm in the stadium, but Tan Zheng's palm was so cold that he could feel the coolness on his body when he just got close.

"Ah? Ah, yes," Tan Zheng paused for two seconds, then cleared his throat and added, "It's too hot to play."

"Still young."

Tan Zheng laughed dryly and didn't answer.

When we went to eat Su cuisine together, I watched Ren Zhaoyuan move his shoulders. Tan Zheng asked him if his arms were sore, and said that when he could go for a massage in the afternoon, Ren Zhaoyuan teased that he was old, and Tan Zheng finally had a chance to say what he didn't have time to answer when he was on the court.

"Mr. Ren is very young. Really, if you wear sportswear and go back to the school gatekeeper, you will definitely think you are a student."

It sounds like Ren Zhaoyuan can't take it seriously, "I'm in my thirties, it's still possible for you to be considered a student at your age."

Tan Zheng took a chopstick and was praised by Ren Zhaoyuan as delicious squirrel mandarin fish: "It's not a few years old, people who don't know might think that you are younger than me."

"How is that possible," Ren Zhaoyuan laughed, "you are only as old as my brother."

"Teacher Ren has a younger brother?"

"Well, the same age as you, but not as stable as you."

Tan Zheng climbed on the pole and said with a smile, "Then I should call you brother as well."

Ren Zhaoyuan looked up at him and smiled: "Okay, let's call."

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Tongzhou's opening banquet lasted for three days, most of them were busy, and they basically returned after a day or two of play, and only a few stayed for three nights.

Tan Zheng did not delay until the last day.

He didn't ask for speed, but for stability. He made an appointment with Ren Zhaoyuan to play ball later, and also said that he would wait for the opportunity to taste the squirrel mandarin fish he made himself, which was good enough and far exceeded his expectations when he came.

What's more, the company recently had to evaluate several startup companies that were preparing to invest. He was busy. He didn't care to come to the manor. Even if he worked at night until the early morning, he left a lot of things waiting to be dealt with.

Ren Zhaoyuan didn't leave. After Tan Zheng left, he changed his residence and asked Tongzhou to tell the public that he had left. He nestled in the room and drew a stack of paper manuscripts in front of two ginkgo leaf butterflies.

Later, Tongzhou said that a friend had already arrived, and dragged him out of the door with the key.

They have a small circle of close friends, five or six people, with different temperaments and industries, but they all get along well.

When gatherings, people are rarely complete, and they are not busy with their own affairs in the same city, but they have never been divided.

This time, it's rare to come here, Tongzhou told him one month in advance that he wanted to save face, and he really wanted to get together. The time is set for tomorrow, and two of them have come early.

"Boss Tong, let's have three drinks before we talk!"

"Don't block Xing Yi, block one and make up for three!"

Xing Yi was dragged in by Tong Zhou after establishing a relationship with Tong Zhou. He is not very sociable, and he is always invisible in the group. He doesn't speak much except for Tong Zhou's drinking during gatherings.

He knew that Tong Zhou would definitely get drunk tonight, so he simply let himself drink less to take care of others, so he promised, "Well, I won't stop him."

Tong Zhou exaggeratedly widened his eyes: "baby, don't you hurt me?"

They were flirting and flirting with each other, and Ren Zhaoyuan, a loner who had just been singled out, would inevitably be the center of the topic.

"Why haven't you moved yet, Xiu Xian," Yao Qiming was the most anxious, and threw himself on Ren Zhaoyuan's side, "Divorce has been spread all over the world, I don't know how many people are tempted, don't you say it's been more than a year Did it break before, still haven't found it?"

Ren Zhaoyuan didn't specifically announce the divorce, but after all, he didn't hide it. In addition, there was a high degree of personal discussion during the award-winning period, so it is not an exaggeration to say that it was spread all over the world.

Yao Qiming turned on his mobile phone and said while flipping through the photos: "Yu Meng, do you remember? It's the model who is tall and thin and hates others to call Mengmeng. She wore a necklace designed by you before, and there is a small red mole on the corner of her eye, which is very beautiful. .Hey, I found it, look. People can't help but ask me here, and they want to add you as a friend again."

Ren Zhaoyuan has an impression of this person, as a small number of male models who can wear pearl jewelry to the effect.

They exchanged contact information when they worked together earlier, and later an event ended when Meng Meng entered his room ahead of schedule for some reason, and taunted him with explicit words while taking advantage of alcohol. Ren Zhaoyuan broke free without a word, turned his head and left. After that, his contact information was blocked and no further contact was made.

"No," Ren Zhaoyuan pushed away the phone in front of him. "If you don't want to look for it, don't talk to me."

Yao Qiming was unhappy: "Tsk, you are just a year old now, and my brother is afraid that something will happen to you."

Zheng He next to him laughed out loud, waved his hand and said, "It's too much to worry about, you think Zhaoyuan is you."

Yao Qiming was about to beat people up. He spent many years in the black boxing arena when he was young, and he was even seen by a boss at the time. Even if he is now in his 40s, he has been in the ranks of civilized people for nearly 20 years, and he can't erase the bandit spirit in the rivers and lakes.

Rolling up his sleeves, his face sank, even knowing that he was pretending was really bluffing.

Zheng He's skinny money that can't be carried on his shoulders never suffers from immediate losses, so he hurriedly brought the topic to Tongzhou: "Zhou Er, didn't you promise to complete the task? Why do we have to worry about Brother Yao, we are ignorant!"

"I found it, they are all elites..."

Ren Zhaoyuan couldn't get over this topic for a while, got up and went to the bar to ask the bartender to make him a new glass of wine.

The few here were not affected at all, and Ren Zhaoyuan went far away without delaying their chatting.

Tongzhou: "There are photos of the party, this, this and..."

Yao Qiming: "Kang You is an incredible character, is there really drama?"

Tongzhou: "Luohua has feelings. From what I have observed, Liushui doesn't seem to be particularly intentional."

Zheng He: "He only had dinner with that twenty-five one-man game?"

Yao Qiming: "Twenty-five won't work, Mao has just grown."

Zheng He: "Don't judge others by your age, Zhaoyuan is only in his early thirties."

Yao Qiming: "Yes, you go back and check this twenty-five."

Zheng He's professional private detectives have at least one company, and they are best at this: "It's easy to say."

"It's up to me," Tong Zhou proudly shook the ice in the glass, "Anyway, Zhaoyuan's new love has eyes."

Ren Zhaoyuan, who came back with the wine, raised his eyebrows.

I haven't been here for a few minutes, and the new lovers have come out?

Co-authoring his new love has eyes and eyes, and he doesn't know it yet?

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