"That's a little too unmotivated, isn't it?" Compared with the win-seeking combination of Fan Ju and Zeng Shaodi, today's opponent on the opposite side looked very listless.

Needless to say, the giant Karlovich just lost the game in the morning, not to mention, his body was still completely exhausted, and he could see that he wanted to increase the speed of the ball when serving, but this poor first-serve goal rate, and the slower and slower speed, did not show the ability of the originally called ball machine.

Not to mention his partner Brown, who was eliminated in the first round of singles, and has only been studying with the prince in doubles until now, and when Karlovich was in a slump, he had no desire to win.

The problem of temporary combinations is undoubtedly manifested in the body, when there is a chance to win, both sides are still fighting for a breath, once faced with a loss, but the disaster is coming, everyone wants to save some body for the next game, singles can still be a fight but doubles......

Not every player on the court can afford to win, many may have taken this path simply because of talent or money, and laziness and lack of performance have caused them to burn off the last vestiges of enthusiasm on the court.

The desire to play cools down much faster and faster than the passion that has been built up from youth.

"Don't dazzle, pay attention to the left side, and then let's end the game." It didn't make sense, the first set was broken before even the start of the game, and the opponent was weak enough to rely on Karlovich's serve to Zeng Shaodigo and only saved two, and the rest were easily overturned by the Fan Ju combination.

The second set wasn't much better. It was almost a remake of the previous set, and Fan Ju also felt that it was very boring to play, which was almost the easiest match he had ever played since he participated in the doubles. It's also the most boring game.

"I would have known that I wouldn't have exhausted Kalovich's body......" Fan Ju was a little depressed, but he couldn't go back to the morning to change the ending, maybe even if he did, the attitude of the other player would not change.

Fan Ju could see that the opponent was basically playing a perfunctory game, and there was no desire to compete for victory in his eyes.

"It's finally over...... didn't consume anything, and even the double speed of the nap recovery at the risk of being pushed backwards didn't use it much. It was as if the opponent had conceded defeat automatically, with no trace of struggle in sight, except for the occasional few intimidating serves.

I haven't gone far since I got out of the game. Fan Ju saw the group of suits and leather shoes not far away, and the officials who were almost waving colorful flags, it was hard to say in singles, but they had already entered the finals. Even if it's bad, you can bring home a runner-up trophy. This is the runner-up of the tour, even if it is a tournament held on your doorstep.

As for winning the championship, the Tennis Association really didn't expect the top two seeded players, but they and Tokyo, Japan, jointly invited the façade, even if Fan Ju is good, it is difficult for them to take the fledgling Zeng Shaodizzy. Win against two of the world's top doubles players.

Of course, even Fan Ju didn't have any desire for this, and pretended to shake hands with these people to say hello. Listening to the nonsense that I hope to achieve better results the day after tomorrow, even if I know that it is a scene, I accept it one by one with a smile on my face.

"Less dizzy, they are so fake every time? Are you tired? Finally getting rid of these people, Fan Ju accosted his partner who was still immersed in the joy of victory.

"Uh...... Which, not every time, it's usually us who laugh and they say perfunctory, and only you are like this to them. Zeng Shaodigo also knew that Fan Ju was not in the system, and he didn't care about the attitude of those uncles at all, so he was stunned at first, but after reacting, he said his psychological words.

yes, who wants to be a grandchild all day? But when you don't treat your grandson, you have to be excluded, show your face, and don't even let you play, if you don't have a grandson, it means working against the whole system.

Only a few grandsons can survive until they turn over and become a grandfather, Fan Ju has this ability, but he has no interest, after the master is born, he is the master, why should he run back to be a grandson?

Fan Juzheng is thinking about the doubles break tomorrow, and the singles should be able to fight with all his strength, and then the off-season before the singles final, the doubles can also be played happily.

The doubles and singles schedules will be difficult in the first few rounds, and after getting through these schedules, there is less need to think about the need to reserve body for other matches in the final stage.

Fan Ju...... Fan Ju...... Fan! There were a few non-standard shouts floating not far away, Fan Ju felt a little familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had heard them.

Just when he thought that it was a certain "fan" of his own calling himself, he suddenly saw a black figure jumping in the crowd, very dark, and jumping very high, and the memory in his mind suddenly matched the voice with black!

"Matata? Isn't he supposed to be in Kenya? Fan Ju was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly asked the driver to stop the car, this is an interesting old friend, and it is also a partner who really accompanied him to participate in the first professional game.

Seeing Fan Ju get out of the car, Matata didn't stop jumping, as if he was afraid that if he stopped, Fan Ju wouldn't be able to see himself.

"Alright, don't jump, you're scaring everyone else." Fan Ju clicked at the dumbfounded audience and the vigilant security guards on the side, no one knew what the number of this old black who was jumping around with Fan Ju's name was.

"Haha, my friend, I'm so glad to see you, I'm Matata, remember me?" Not very authentic Chinese, with an accent that I don't know how to describe, but I can understand it.

Of course, Fan Ju patted Matata's shoulder and beckoned him to get into the car with him, but Matata shook his head, left a number, and pointed to a group of black companions behind him who were singing and dancing, obviously it was not convenient to leave alone with Fan Ju.

"Call me later, I'll treat you to dinner, hairy crab and roast duck, I still remember." Fan Ju smiled and waved his hand, and returned to the car, in a good mood, today is his hometown and he knows it.

The car made by Fan Ju is a specially rented 7-seater business car, in addition to him and Zeng Shaoda, but there are also Laschet and Rembrandt, as well as Yan Ximu and others who came to the arena to watch the game.

"Your friend?" No one asked, but the same doubts were revealed in the building's eyes, and Fan Ju had nothing to hide, and there was probably only Yan Ximu in the crowd, who had heard the story of this black guy at the beginning.

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When night fell, a table of good dishes was set up in the hotel, Fan Ju looked at Matata, who had nothing to do with the crabs, smiled directly, and asked the waiter to be at the table and use tools to help him remove the crab meat on the spot.

As for the roast duck, there is nothing special, after all, this is not the north, and the food is not so authentic, there is no 108 pieces of artistic knife work and exquisite ingredients, and entertaining friends is just to have a good time.

"How did you come to China?" Fan Ju asked curiously as he touched a glass of sugar-free fruit juice with Matata.

Matata was still watching curiously just now, how to use tools to dismantle the meat of the crab until there was nothing left, and finally the crab shell could still be assembled completely.

Hearing Fan Ju's question, he immediately turned around, and the skill he developed when he was a tour guide didn't see him fall at all.

"A few months ago, your country provided assistance in our country, and some of it was for studying abroad, and I taught myself part of Chinese, and then stuffed some red envelopes and got a place." Matata said with a smile, obviously not caring at all about stuffing red envelopes and getting places.

Fan Ju is also a big sweat when he hears it, this one is still so cold, but this African young man is cute, his straightforwardness, some careful thinking, but not complicated, he will treat you sincerely to those who are sincere to him.

Mattata had a lot to say, and it was obviously a conversation that lasted a long time, but in fact, when Matata first arrived in China in February, he and his classmates asked about professional tennis players.

But he was depressed to find that none of his classmates knew about Fan Ju's existence, but he still didn't give up and always found his friend again.

The hard work paid off, when Fan Ju became more and more famous in China, Matatta finally waited for the information he wanted, but at that time Fan Ju was far away in Europe, and even if Matata knew about Fan Ju, there was no way to contact him.

"They don't believe I'm your friend, they all say I'm bragging, and each of them owes me a meal when they go back this time, and I'll invite you to eat with me when the time comes." Matata was happy and willing to share his winnings with Fan Ju.

Fan Ju smiled and refused, even if he invited a guest, he could only take two bites, the nutritionist was still waiting for himself to go back to ingest the index, if he overdosed, it was still himself who was unlucky, if he ate the bets of Matata's group of friends, it was estimated that Fan Ju would have to go back and toss for a month.

"I'm going to Japan next week, and then I'm going to continue training, you have my contact information now, and when I go back to China, we'll get together again."

The party was very pleasant, Matata also said a lot, he is very grateful to Fan Ju, because Fan Ju, let Matata come to China, learn Chinese by himself, get the qualification of subsidized study abroad, and let him know a lot of Kenyan second generations.

Matata left happily and Fan Ju returned home with a smile, the Kenyan game had always been a regret for him, not because of the loss, but because of the immature and arrogant game he played at the time.

And now seeing Matata, Fan Ju feels that most of the regrets in his heart are less, at least he helped a young man in Africa find his future, and that failure also made him realize the path he wants to take in the future. (To be continued......)