[Net King] Under Thirty

Goodbye Atobe, in a bar in Moscow.

Traveling to Russia in winter cannot be said to be Nioh’s whim. He has long planned to travel around the world with a backpack. After retiring, he has time and spare money. It would be a waste not to fulfill his previous wish.

He had just spent several days wandering around Lake Baikal before stepping into the bar, impressed by the snow and vodka.

Probably because he was born in winter, Nioh is not very afraid of the cold.It is also very touching to buy a glass of wine when you are so cold that your fingertips tremble.

It doesn’t matter if you don’t understand Russian, it doesn’t matter if you can’t communicate in English, you don’t need to hide your presumptuousness among strangers, and the loneliness of walking alone in the cold is really fascinating.

In such a scene, you can enjoy loneliness without any scruples.

And the style of Moscow is different from that of Lake Baikal.

Compared with the natural landscape, here is more of a heavy sense of history.

The subway station is like a giant maze, and the dizzying snow in Red Square has a different taste from the snow on the shore of Lake Baikal.Some pedestrians coming and going are indifferent, but the real contact is more friendly than it looks.

There is also a bar.

In the first 29 years of Nioh's life, he had almost no relationship with alcohol. Once the ban is lifted, he will naturally choose to try more.

After all, he is a professional athlete, not to mention alcohol, he can only go to fast food restaurants once in a while, and most of the time when preparing for competitions, there are special meals. Taste... Nioh doesn't really want to comment.

It's not that it's not delicious, it's just that he is picky about his food.

Of course, bars are also part of the tour.

Especially in a wine-loving nation like Russia.

Nioh goes to the bar with a bit of an element of sightseeing.He ordered a bottle of vodka, ready to compare the differences in taste between wines in various regions.

Then he saw Atobe holding the wine bottle.

The blond man was wearing a Russian shirt and trousers that shouldn't appear in winter, and walked in with a long black trench coat on his outside. His footsteps were windy and awe-inspiring, which surprised King Ni for a moment.

Such a coincidence?

He simply stood where he was, watched Atobe frowning slightly and said something to the young bartender at the bar, then raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows.Nioh was surprised by this tired look.

To be honest, he didn't think this bar was of the level that Atobe would come to, nor did he think that he would meet Atobe in a place like Moscow one day.He thinks Atobe is more suitable for Western Europe, Britain or France, and it is a beautiful picture just imagined.

Probably because his eyes watching the excitement were too obvious, Atobe turned his head suddenly, his eyes were piercing at that moment.

King Ni raised his eyebrows, lazily raised the hand that was not holding the wine and waved it casually as a greeting.

Apparently Atobe didn't expect to meet Nioh here.

The emotion that flashed across that handsome face was probably hesitation (Nioh said his eyesight was very good), and after a pause for a few seconds, Atobe walked over from the bar.

When they looked at each other, a tacit understanding was reached.

Nioh didn't intend to ask Atobe why he came here.

He casually put the unopened wine on the empty table.

He looked at Atobe who was walking in front of him, and said with a smile, "Another place?"

Atobe was silent for a while, his eyes changed from calm to playful.

"Okay." He finally spoke.