Unlike other bars, this bar is very quiet.

The purple soft lights are neither light nor dim, and there are soothing jazz tunes flowing in the air. Although almost every table is full of people, no one makes a loud noise, and even when calling the bartender, they speak softly, which makes them extremely polite.

Unlike other bars, most of the bars are men.

From a teenager in his sixteens and seventeen years old to an uncle in his forties, there are even a few foreigners with high noses and white skin. Without exception, most of them look very handsome and dress very tastefully. They are surprisingly gentle and kind to each other.

Some of them hugged each other on the dance floor, grinding their ears; some sat down together and stared at each other; some took a sip of wine and laughed a few words... The air was filled with sweet smell.

Sitting on the leather sofa in the corner of the bar, Ahan shook his hand and threw three tints onto a plate on the table.

Points out, two, three, small.

He shrugged at the two friends opposite him, Ahan picked up a small cup on the table and drank the wine inside.

A handsome uncle next to him picked up three tints, closed his hands, made into a cage shape, and began to shake.

But Ahan's eyes did not stop at his movements, but stood up and looked around.

He sat in a very good position, with a very wide view, enough to see most of the entire bar.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up and stopped in one direction.

Seeing that he didn't move, the handsome middle-aged uncle who had just thrown his spoiled sex expressed his confusion: "What's wrong? Xiao Han?"

Ahan didn't feel embarrassed and asked directly: "Where is the man with a black T-shirt on the bar coming from? I haven't seen it before."

The handsome middle-aged uncle turned around and looked at the bar.

There were people sitting around the bar, and the two bartenders were busy serving them.

Among the people in this circle, a macho man wearing a black T-shirt on the upper body and jeans on the lower body was very conspicuous.

He couldn't help but be inconspicuous. He was at least 1.9 meters tall, nearly two meters tall, with a mentally buzzing head. His figure was so strong that he had a knotty muscles and bulging. The black T-shirt collapsed tightly on him, as if he could burst out the whole piece of clothing with just a little force.

Such a big man sat among a group of people, as if he stood out from the crowd, very conspicuous.

Next to him was an equally strong man, wearing a white T-shirt, muscular, but half a head shorter than a black T-shirt, not as obvious as him.

The two looked at each other, all with gentle smiles on their faces. They said a few words from time to time, clinked glasses and drank two sips.

"He?" The handsome middle-aged man turned around and laughed: "What? Xiaohan, do you like him? But he has a companion. And he is afraid that he is..."

The handsome middle-aged man didn't finish his words, but his eyes were always on Ahan, who was petite and handsome, and was wandering unsteadily.

Ah Han didn't look at him, but his eyes were still looking straight at the bar and asked, "Who do you know?"

"I know." A handsome young man of seventeen or eighteen years old sitting opposite him spoke: "Brother Han, I know that his name is Guan Datong, and he is the fitness coach of the Dihao Fitness Club! It seems... it seems like he is a tennis teacher. I saw it when I went to exercise last time!"

"Fitness coach..." Ah Han seemed to murmur, bit his lower lip, then stretched out his tongue and licked it, his eyes circling.

At this time, Guan Datong, who was in the black T-shirt, stood up, said something to his companion opposite him, and then put down his wine glass and walked in one direction.

That's the direction of the bathroom!

Seeing his direction, Ahan stood up all of a sudden.

"You, this..." The handsome middle-aged man on his right hand said in surprise: "No way..."

"Get out of the way." Ah Han didn't say much, and pushed him away and headed towards the bathroom.

Seeing Ah Han walking to the corner and missing, the handsome middle-aged man sighed, his face full of bitterness: "Hey, I'm having fun again now."

The handsome boy opposite him also had the same expression: "Brother Han is good at everything, but he is too passionate. He always loves one person, so he keeps going..."

"Forget it, he has the same temperament, let him go." The handsome middle-aged man waved his hand: "At worst, I'll wipe his butt if something happens!"

After a while, the man in the black T-shirt and Ahan walked out one after another. The man returned to the bar, and Ahan also returned to his seat with a smile on his face.

"Brother Han, what's the situation?" the young man from Junxiu asked hurriedly.

Ahan looked in a good mood, and he picked up the wine glass at his hand and sipped in a big mouthful.

"What's the situation?" The young man from Junxiu asked again.

Ahan didn't say anything, but just stroked the mouth of the wine glass with his index fingertips.

"So exaggerated?" The young man of Junxiu opened his mouth wide and looked surprised: "How can he bear this? This is too..."

"Anyway, I'm going to make a decision!" Ah Han held his chin and looked straight at the bar, his eyes so charming that water could drip out.

After watching for a while, it was not until the man in the black T-shirt and his companions left the bar together that Ahan withdrew his gaze.

He turned his head and looked at the handsome boy: "Where is the Emperor's Fitness Club you mentioned?"

"Oh, right there on Wenyuan Road, opposite the gymnasium." The young man in the jersey quickly introduced.

"Why do I go with you tomorrow?" the handsome middle-aged man on the other side suggested.

"No need." Ah Han waved his hand and smiled: "Believe me, there is no man in this world that I can't take!"

...

It's still the same bar, the old position, and the three people.

Ahan's face was as deep as water: "Okay, I admit, things are not going well, and he is indeed a little different from what I thought."

"Do you need help?" said the handsome middle-aged uncle gently: "I have been in Jinling these days and are available on call."

"If you help..." After thinking about it, Ahan asked, "Then do you know any other excellent tennis coaches? I want to learn some tennis skills."

"Tennis..." The handsome middle-aged uncle frowned: "If I talk about golf, I can find someone. I am not very familiar with tennis. Why don't I ask your friends for you?"

As he said that, he took out his cell phone.

At this time, the handsome young man on the other side raised his hand to stop him and turned around and asked, "Brother Han, do you want to learn tennis so close to Guan Datong? Isn't he the tennis coach? Why don't you just ask him to learn it?"

"I've learned it with him." Ah Han explained: "But I want to make progress faster, do you understand?"

"Oh, I understand." Junxiu Shaonian said quickly: "This is easy to deal with. Do you still remember the good dream helmet we bought together last time?"

"Remember, but I don't use it very much." Ah Han said."

"You know, there is a virtual reality world inside it." Junxiu boy explained: "There were a few days ago that they released a new game called "Virtual Sports Field". It has all kinds of sports events, and there are free coaches to guide you in practice, and there are also tennis."
Chapter completed!