Abandoned Pit Admiral Unveiled Coffin

She and my wife, and the brilliance and awesomeness and South Dakota of the court next door, all play tennis for the love of it.

But unlike them, Bremerton is an absolutely professional tennis player.

External rotation serve, one-footed step, and zero-style slice, etc., each skill can only be mastered after hard work.

Moreover, Bremerton knows how to integrate and draw inferences from one instance.

These tennis skills were also used by her on the battlefield.

Outward rotation cannonball, zigzag cannonball, serpentine cannonball, faced with all kinds of strange tricks, siren and pollution beast often die before they have time to understand what happened.

Don't look at the back and forth between South Dakota and Bremerton just now, it's all because of Bremerton's release of water.

Bremerton is already so strong, one can imagine how invincible An Lun, who led Bremerton to the road of tennis, will be.

Of course, the girls didn't know that.

The reason why Bremerton took the tennis route is because their commander thinks Bremerton looks... good enough in tennis clothes.

"commander!!!"

Seeing An Lun who was warming up, after the initial daze, Bremerton immediately rushed over in surprise and gave An Lun a big hug.

Although his body was covered with sweat, there was no sweaty smell on Bremerton's body.

"Well--"

After quietly tasting the sweat sticking to his lips, An Lun roughly understood why some gentlemen like to lick the sweat of beautiful girls.

After all, depending on the smell on the girl's body, this sweat can be drunk as scented tea!

By the way, Bremerton, it's rose tea!

"Hey, I'm really happy that the commander can come."

"It seems that my complaints these days have finally had some effect, making the commander realize that he has neglected me."

"No, no, now, it should not be called the commander, but should be called 'coach' instead."

Holding An Lun's arm, the smile on Bremerton's face seemed to dim the strong sunlight in the sky.

"Teach, coach..."

An Lun's eyebrows twitched uncontrollably.

Although the girls seem to think he is very good, only An Lun knows that there is only one kind of ball game that he is good at.

That is, the ball he just saw outside the field.

Now that Bremerton suddenly called his coach, An Lun was actually quite flustered.

But soon, An Lun forced himself to calm down and came up with a rationale.

The girls thought that An Lun was very good at tennis, but that was all in the past.

And since it's a matter of the past, it's easy to deal with.

"Bremerton."

An Lun looked at the girl in front of him with apologetic eyes, but Bremerton's pectoralis major was too exaggerated, causing An Lun's eyes to always look elsewhere.

In the end, An Lun still gritted his teeth, and finally finished the second half of the sentence: "Speaking like this may disappoint you, but I think I still have to let you know."

"Actually, since I regained my life, there is no memory of tennis in my mind."

"!!!"

Qian Hong's pupils shrank slightly, but quickly returned to their original state.

After a moment of silence, Bremerton held An Lun's arms tightly.

"It's okay, coach!"

"Although losing all the memories about tennis is indeed a disaster, and it must have caused a great blow to you, the coach, but you still mustered up the courage to come to the court to find me, didn't you?"

"It just goes to show, coach, you still want to play with me even in this bad situation, right?"

Looking at Bremerton's eyes full of expectation, An Lun had no choice but to nod:

"No, that's right!"

"Since that's the case, this time, let me teach the coach how to play!"

With an expression of 'I knew it was' all over his face, Bremerton raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and continued to encourage: "Although the memory will disappear, but coaching your body, your muscles and every cell of you must I still remember the feeling when playing. I believe that as long as you practice and coach your tennis skills, you will be able to return to the original level soon!"

"Thank you, Bremerton." If this is a novel about youth sports, An Lun should hug Bremerton tightly at this time, and then tell her passionately that he will definitely be able to do it.

But unfortunately, this is just a small broken book full of house smell and edge balls, and An Lun is not such a passionate secondary protagonist.

Although he loves sports and football, that is not something that can be said blatantly.

"Bremerton, then I'll leave it to you."

"give it to me!"

Bremerton slapped his pectoralis major, his eyes full of confidence.

At the same time, the girls from other courts also leaned over one after another, signaling that they could also help.