The morning in Africa was very noisy, the birds were calling, the monkeys and baboons were also calling, the sound of the waves crashing, the whistle of the ship setting sail, when Fan Ju opened his eyes, he did not get up immediately, but silently felt the world, listening to the change from quiet to noisy around him.

"Who says that the regenerate can see their own path ahead? Anyway, I've never seen anything, future, fate, life and death? If you can see through these, you are not a reborn person, and you will become an immortal directly, right? Fan Ju sat up straight from the bed and muttered.

The head is still uncomfortable, and the ability is still not used, but human beings are a kind of magical animals, and no matter how big the problem is, it can always relieve a lot of people in the past, and the people who can sleep are all optimists, maybe they are not without troubles, but use sleep again and again, let themselves forget those troubles.

There is a free breakfast buffet in the lobby of the hotel, and of course the meals are all included in the price of the suite, and Fan Ju has to spend hundreds of dollars a day to stay in a room with only a small infrastructure, which is a high cost for the locals compared to a month's income.

Money can't make Fan Ju confused, when Fan Ju returned to the room and subconsciously sorted out the racket, he still couldn't put down the racket in his hand......

Although there is no professional tennis court in the hotel, there are some walls where you can practice alone, Fan Ju swings the racket against the wall, and every time the ball is returned with a strong force, the sound of impact agitates the eardrums, and the inexplicable rhythm makes people's mood can't help but follow the jump.

Listening to his favorite voice, Fan Ju gradually let go of his psychological baggage, compared to the players who have struggled in the tennis world for 1o years and 2o years, he is just a rookie, look at his own shots, he has no strength at all, he can't even penetrate a wall, and there are still a lot of things to practice! If you can break through the wall and still lose the game when you can break through the wall that day, it's not too late to choose to give up, right?

Fan Ju laughed at his behavior, but he didn't feel naïve, he always had to find some difficult goals in life, right? Wouldn't it be so boring if it was so easy to make money with yourself?

"It seems that the mentality of those local tyrants is not that they can't understand it, but it's not easy to understand, how can they understand the loneliness of that world if they don't reach that realm!" Drinking water and wiping his sweat, Fan Ju felt that his life realm had improved again, if there was a Forbes life pretend to be on the list, should he be ranked on the same level as Bill Gates or Jobs?

Fan Ju returned to his room, took a shower, picked up the phone, and dialed a number familiarly, which he had to call once a day since he came to Kenya, and each time was the longest time to say.

"Hello? Who is it? Early in the morning, you still don't let people sleep? If you take the initiative to explain what bad things you have done, otherwise you will have to be punished for kneeling on the washboard when you come back! "The rude lady is very unhappy, and when she sees the caller ID that is not displayed, she guesses that the caller must be in another time zone.

Fan Ju is not afraid of kneeling on the washboard, or he has made a lot of mistakes, that is, he has never knelt on that thing, others say that he is afraid of the inside, in fact, he really loves his wife, as for the things that are shown to others on the outside, Fan Ju doesn't care, and he doesn't have to care at all.

"Don't make a fuss, I'm going to lose tomorrow's game, and now I'm confused and begging for comfort." Fan Ju pretended to be pitiful and said, he was indeed confused, but the answer was already there, and he was calling now to share and get the sentence he wanted to hear.

Lost? Asking for comfort? Even if Yan Ximu was still confused, he knew what Fan Ju was thinking as soon as he heard it, if he really wanted to comfort him by himself, how could there be such a ** on the other end of the phone, he must be crying and crying, just like the pitiful little girl who broke his knee and pulled his skirt when he was a child.

Yan Ximu couldn't help but want to laugh when he remembered Fan Ju's cute appearance when he was a child, but now that he has grown up, how did he become so **? Wouldn't it be nice if it was always so cute? If I had a child in the future, would I be so cute? Why don't you give birth to one and try it?

The confused little girl's spirit also drifted around, and she almost forgot that the ** on the other end of the phone who begged for comfort was still waiting for a response.

"Hello? Is it still there? You can't be asleep, right? Fan Ju listened to the other end and there was no reply, so he waited anxiously and shouted a few more words.

"Hmm...... Why do you want to lose? Isn't it a good fight? Yan Ximu was finally pulled back to reality, remembered Fan Ju's question and asked rhetorically.

Fan Ju is very honest this time, and he has told everything about his problems, and he is not afraid of someone eavesdropping, is it difficult to make it because he said that he would make trouble for himself if he wanted to count the game, right? As for the matter of rebirth, he is not stupid, and he will not reveal it on the phone if he kills Fan Ju.

"What, how can I lose, why can't I understand? You say you might not be able to win the game in the future? If you can't win, you can't win, you don't have to win, and besides, you've only been practicing tennis for a few months? If you can't win, you can continue to practice and then go to the game, and if you lack something, you can just make up for it with other things. Yan Ximu doesn't have any concept of exercise, as if he will become stronger as long as he keeps exercising.

Fan Ju could only sigh on the other end of the phone, and said in his heart that he was worthy of being a female scholar, he had been troubled for so long, and people broke it casually, and he used other abilities to make up for it if he had no ability, in fact, it was as simple as that, but he was troubled and confused, in the end, when facing the game that was about to lose, he couldn't see through it when it was about himself.

Yan Ximu hung up the phone and continued to catch up on sleep, while Fan Ju happily called Matata out and asked to take him out to see the prairie, he wanted to take advantage of this rare day to relax himself, and after returning to China, he realized that in addition to playing games, he had not even seen the lions and elephants in the prairie, which was equivalent to a trip to Africa for nothing.

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Life is so interesting, Fan Ju is having fun, but that Richard is not comfortable, people who know British cuisine know that it is called a darkness, if you don't have a good appetite you must not try those British traditional "food", except for the English afternoon tea full of exotic desserts, even if it is a national-level fish and chips, that is, the level of roadside stalls, it is just convenient to eat and with the unique heat of fried food, the taste is quite standard, as for other things, look at the foreign restaurants everywhere in the UK to know how miserable.

The British guy went to the hospital yesterday and came back from the face of Fan Ju's unreasonable heart is also uncomfortable, this is not in the hospital for a long time to wait for the stomach is also hungry, did not wait to return to the hotel, on the side of the road to see a small stall selling fried fish, remembered the hometown "food", so I convulsions and bought a cushion stomach.

Can this Kenyan fried fish be the same as the fried fish in England? Of course, in terms of taste, Mombasa may be better with fresh seafood, but in terms of hygiene, the reaction of the British showed that they had broken away from primitive civilization, and the country was not convenient on the streets for too long, so when he returned to the hotel, Richard began to have a stomach.

Fortunately, Mombasa is a harbor area, and the hospital is facing seafarers and passengers from all over the world, so in general, it is okay, and I hung a salt water that night, and then took a few fast antidiarrheal drugs similar to berberine, and finally it was not too strict, but the rest of the next day was also in the soup, and I was forced to lie down for a day in the hotel, which was really miserable.

Compared with the example of letting go of the burden and chasing the gazelle bison on the prairie for a day, Richard really achieved the principle of fair play, I will have diarrhea if you faint, in short, no one is better than anyone, so that after hearing the news, Fan Ju picked up the thumb brother, and said that he must have misunderstood the guy, and even he was moved to see this fairness.

The question was thrown aside after Fan Ju's heart shook for a while, and his current state didn't have to be much better than the opponent, the headache was still uncomfortable, and he endured it in normal times, but it was a big trouble in the game, as for how well he could get better tomorrow? He couldn't even think about him if he could use his ability or something, he already vaguely felt that his ability was not gone, otherwise it wouldn't be particularly stinging every time he wanted to try, and it seemed that it was just that his brain needed a period of repair for a while to use over-conduction.

You must have cut a finger for more than a day or two to grow better, right? What's more, it's such a delicate brain, and now Fan Ju hopes that his brain can scar quickly, and the wound can slowly recover, but it seems to be like a migraine all day long, and no one can stand it!;

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