The mornings in Africa are very noisy, the birds are calling, monkeys are also calling, the sound of the waves, the whistle of the ship set sail, when Fan Ju opened his eyes, he did not get up immediately, but silently felt the world, listening to everything around him from quiet to noisy.

"Who said that the reborn person can see the future path clearly? Anyway, I have never seen through anything, future, destiny, life and death? If I can see through these, I am not the reborn person, I will become a god directly?" Fan Ju sat up straight from the bed and murmured.

The brain is still not comfortable, and the superpowers are still unusable. However, humans are magical animals. No matter how big the problem is, they can always let go of a lot of people. Everyone who can sleep is the optimist. Perhaps they are not without worries, but they use their sleep time and time to make themselves forget those worries.

There is a free buffet breakfast in the hotel lobby, and of course the meals are all included in the suite room. In order to live in that room with only a small infrastructure area, Fan Ju has to spend hundreds of dollars every day for this. For locals, it is a high fee for a month's income.

Money cannot make Fan Ju confused. When Fan Ju returned to the room and subconsciously sorted out the racket, he found that he still couldn't put the racket in his hand...

Although there is no professional tennis court in the hotel, there are some walls where you can practice ball alone. Fan Ju waved the racket against the wall, and every time he returned the ball, he had a strong force. The sound of the impact stimulated his eardrums. The inexplicable rhythm made people's mood jumped.

Listening to his favorite voice, Fan Ju gradually let go of his psychological burden. Compared to the player who has been working in the tennis world for 10 and 20 years, he is just a rookie. Look at his own hitting, he has no strength at all. He can't even punch a wall. There are still many things to practice! If he can punch the wall that day and still lose, it's not too late to choose to give up, right?

Fan Ju smiled at his behavior, but he didn't feel naive. He had to find some difficult goals in life, right? If it was so easy to make money with him, wouldn't it be too boring?

"It seems that the mentality of those rich people is not that they can't understand, but that it is not easy to understand. If they don't understand the loneliness of that world!" Drinking water and wiping their sweat, Fan Ju felt that his life realm had improved again. If there was a Forbes life pretentious ranking list, should he rank at the same level as Bill Gates or Jobs?

Back in the room, Fan Ju took a shower, picked up the phone and dialed a number familiarly. He called this number once a day after he came to Kenya, and each time was the longest time to say.

"Hey? Who? Is it still not possible to sleep early in the morning? If Fan Ju takes the initiative to explain what bad things you did, otherwise you will have to be punished to kneel down to the toilet when you come back!" The naughty lady was very upset. When she saw the undisplayed caller ID, she guessed that the person who called must be Fan Ju in another time zone.

Fan Ju is not afraid of kneeling on the washboard, or he made a lot of mistakes, but he has never kneeled down. Others say he is afraid of his inner self. In fact, he really loves his wife. As for what he shows to others on the outside, Fan Ju doesn't care, and he doesn't have to care at all.

"Stop making trouble. I'm going to lose tomorrow's game. I'm very confused now and I'm asking for comfort." Fan Ju said as if he was pitiful. He was indeed confused, but the answer was already there. He called now and wanted to share and get the words he wanted to hear.

Lost? Ask for comfort? Even though Yan Ximu was still confused, he knew what Fan Ju was thinking at first. If he really wanted to comfort him, there would be no such thing on the other end of the phone. He must be crying, just like the pitiful look when he was a child who broke his knee and pulled his skirt with his pity.

Yan Ximu couldn't help laughing when she remembered Fan Ju's cute appearance when she was a child, but why did she become so ugly now when she grew up? How great would it be if she was always so cute? Will she be so cute if she gave birth to a child in the future? Should she give birth to someone quickly?

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

"Hey? Are you still here? You can't you fall asleep, right?" Fan Ju shouted again as he heard that there was no reply on the other end and was anxious and waited.

"Well... here, why do you think you want to lose? Isn't it a good fight?" Yan Ximu was finally pulled back to reality, thinking of Fan Ju's question and asked back.

Fan Ju was very honest this time and told everything he had problems. He was not afraid of someone eavesdropping. Could it be that he would cause trouble for himself because he said he wanted to count the game? As for the rebirth, he was not stupid, and he would not disclose it on the phone even if he beat Fan Ju to death.

"What? Why do you lose? Why can't I understand? You may not win the game in the future? If you can't win, you can't win. You have to win. Besides, you have only been practicing tennis for a few months? If you can't win, you will continue to practice and then go to the game. If you lack something, just use other things to make up for it." Yan Ximu had no concept of sports. It seemed that as long as you keep exercising, you will become stronger.

Fan Ju could only sigh on the other end of the phone, saying that he was worthy of being a female student. He had been worried about so long, but he broke it with a casual word. He had no superpowers and used other things to make up for it. In fact, it was that simple, but he was worried and confused. After all, when facing the game that was about to lose, it was not easy to see through.

Yan Ximu hung up the phone and continued to take a break, while Fan Ju happily called Matata out and asked to take him out to see the prairie. He wanted to use this rare day to relax himself. After returning to China, he realized that he had never seen the lions and elephants in the prairie before he had seen the prairie lions and elephants in the prairie before he returned to China. This was like a vain trip to Africa.

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Life is so interesting. Fan Ju was having fun, but Richard was not feeling well. Anyone who knows British cuisine knows that it is so dark. If you don’t have a good appetite, don’t try the traditional British “food”. In addition to the British afternoon tea full of exotic desserts, even the national-level fish and chips, which is the level of roadside stalls, it is just easy to taste and has the unique heat of fries. The taste is still standard. As for other things, look at the foreign restaurants everywhere in the UK to know how miserable it is.

When the British guy came back from the hospital yesterday, he felt uncomfortable when he was disobedient to Fan Ju. He was hungry after waiting in the hospital for a long time. Before he could return to the hotel, he saw a small stall selling fried fish on the side of the road. When he remembered the "delicious food" in his hometown, he bought a cushion to his stomach.

Can this Kenyan fried fish be the same as the English fried fish? Of course, in terms of taste, maybe Mombasa is better with fresh seafood, but in terms of hygiene, the British's reaction showed that they had been separated from primitive civilization. It was too long since the country was not convenient on the streets. Then Richard started to tummy when he returned to the hotel.

Fortunately, Mombasa is a harbor area, and the hospital faces seamen and passengers all over the world, so overall it is quite developed. I hung a salt water at night and took a few quick antidiarrhea drugs similar to berberine. It was not too serious. However, I was also in a rest the next day and was forced to lie in the hotel for a day. It was so miserable that it would be as miserable as possible.

Compared to Fan Ju, who put down his burden and chased the gazelle and bison on the prairie for a day, Richard has truly achieved the principle of fair competition. If you faint, I will have diarrhea. In short, no one is better than anyone else. After hearing the news, Fan Ju gave me a thumbs up and thought to himself that he must have misunderstood the young man. Seeing this fairness even moved himself.

The opponent is unwell, will he have a chance to win? This problem happened to Fan Ju, and he was thrown aside after a moment of shaking his heart. He didn't have to be much better in his current state. He still felt uncomfortable in the headache. He endured it in normal times. He was in trouble in the game. As for how to get better tomorrow? Fan Ju, who can use superpowers, didn't even think about him. He had vaguely felt that his superpowers had not disappeared, otherwise he wouldn't have been particularly painful every time he wanted to try. It seems that it was just that he used it too much that his brain would need some time to repair it.

You must have been cutting your finger and growing it for more than a day or two, right? What's more, it's such a precise brain. Now Fan Ju hopes that his brain can get scars quickly and the wound can slowly recover, but it's like a migraine all day long that no one can stand it!;
Chapter completed!