Male god collapses daily

"Xiao He, can you really do it yourself?" Rolling down the car window, Feng He's mother asked her son worriedly.

"Don't worry, mom, I can do it." Holding the schoolbag helplessly, Feng He once again assured her mother.He just sprained one foot, not the whole person can't move.Besides, it's not the first time (?) that he sprained his foot. No matter how he persevered last time, he can do the same this time.

"Okay," Fenghe's mother saw that it was almost time to go to work, so she stopped repeating those instructions, "If you can't go home by yourself in the afternoon, call me and I will pick you up after get off work."

Hey, I don't know how her son, who is an all-rounder, twisted his foot while running in the morning. Fortunately, it was not serious.

"Well, if it's inconvenient for me, I'll call." But Feng He thinks it's not a big problem, doesn't he still have friends and companions, no matter what, he won't be unable to go home.

"Then take care of yourself." Fenghe's mother finally left the senior department of the High School Affiliated to Lihai University after a few words of concern.

Feng He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, although his parents' concern would make people feel very warm, but he really didn't want to think about why he sprained his foot again and again.

It's miserable, isn't it?

But no matter how bad it is, you have to keep going.

Feng He looked at the campus that seemed a bit empty because the club's morning exercise was still early, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and dialed a number, "Good morning... well, it's me, have you arrived at school... you're fine now If so, come pick me up... No, it's not a big deal, I sprained my foot... Okay, I'll wait for you at the school gate."

After hanging up the phone, Feng He wanted to look up at the sky.

How on earth should he explain to the big devil that he sprained his foot?

However, there is not much time left for Fenghe to think, and Yukimura came quickly when he heard what happened.

Some blue-purple-haired teenagers who hurried over couldn't hide their worry. When they saw Fenghe, they asked worriedly, "What's the matter? Is it serious?" Sprains can be big or small, for them For those who play tennis, physical damage cannot be ignored.Especially Yukimura, who has experienced the pain of illness, pays more attention to physical health.

"It's not serious." Feng He had no intention of avoiding medical treatment at all. He went to see a doctor that day, and brought a fox who was terribly worried, "The doctor said that it would be better to rest for a few days."

Only then did Yukimura heave a sigh of relief, and reached out to help the person, "How did you get hurt?"

"While running in the morning," Feng He said sincerely... blurring the process in the middle, "accidentally twisted."

Yukimura also frowned when he heard the words, "Why are you so careless." With a bit of condemnation, what was hidden underneath was full of concern.

"..." Feng He said that he also wanted to know about this issue. He didn't think about it that much at the time, so he just kicked it and sprained his foot. Fortunately, it was not serious.

After a while without hearing Feng He's answer, Yukimura turned his head slightly, "Feng?"

The two of them were about the same height, and when they turned their heads, their eyes met. Under the morning light, Yukimura's blue-purple eyes looked particularly clear.

"I'll pay attention next time." Not knowing how to answer Yukimura's last question, Fenghe could only seriously promise.

"Yeah." Hearing Fenghe's assurance, Yukimura nodded in satisfaction, but, "But if your foot is injured, what about the qualifying match that will be held this week?"

"I will participate." You can't abstain directly, that would be equivalent to handing over the position of the main election to someone else, no matter how you think about it, you don't feel reconciled.What's more, his physical fitness is not bad now. Maybe when it's his turn to play in qualifying, his feet will be almost in good condition.

Yukimura thought for a while, "Let's ask Liu May's match list later." The previous qualifying match was a round-robin match within the group, and this second half of the main selection qualifying match, I don't know what will happen. in such a form.

As Yukimura said, the corner of his mouth suddenly raised as if remembering something, "However, Sanada attaches great importance to this qualifying match, and has always said that he wants to win all battles."

Feng He turned back and glanced at Yukimura, he must have been threatened, must he have been threatened.His master is really not angry at him for hurting himself, and he doesn't want to black him at all, right?

Looking at Feng He's expression, Yukimura smiled. Although the blue-haired boy had no expression, but the master of Li Haida can say responsibly that he definitely saw the full love in those light blue eyes. Wronged.

"Random draw?" During the morning practice, everyone gathered together to listen to the qualifying match of Liu Kepu High School.

Of course, Feng He was sitting on the sidelines of the court as an injured person, and the others just stood around at will.

"Yes, the lottery," Liu had already collected all the information, "After the lottery, there will be a group match, and the winners will continue to fight against each other until the final winner appears. The head of the Tennis Department of Haida High School. This schedule is consistent with the Kanto Tournament and the National Tournament." Hearing what Liu said, everyone nodded in understanding.

"And the losers in the first round didn't just finish the game. The losers continued to compete with other losers. In the end, the losers were the positive substitutes." So the previous qualifying round decided Yes, it is called quasi-positive election.

"Then, it depends on the order in which the lottery is drawn today." Yukimura said.

"Let's see the arrangement of the battle." When Sanada said this, he didn't forget to give someone who was injured a hard look, even if he had already educated someone verbally before.

Although everyone was worried about the order of the battle to varying degrees, but after the draw and the announcement of the battle table, everyone didn't know what kind of expression to show for a moment.

"Luck King." Although Niwang can't borrow Fenghe's shoulders now, but standing beside him, he still summed up Fenghe's luck in the lottery with one sentence, "puri."

Buer also shook his head, "It's really a match for Dashi."

Almost everyone who has participated in the U-17 World Cup here knows what the so-called luck of Oishi is, but seeing such a match list, it is really hard to refute it.

"Well, come on?" Marui looked at Feng He sympathetically.

"Come on." Jackal patted Feng He on the shoulder directly.

"..." Your gazes make me feel like I'm going to the execution ground, it's just a match, as for the opponent...

Fenghe raised his head slightly, and glanced at the list on the battle table: Fenghe VS Fujiwara Yuya.

It's really the ultimate good luck, and it's signed.