Male god collapses daily

"One game determines the outcome, the wind is against Fujiwara." With the words of serving as a referee, the game officially began.

In fact, not only this one, but several other ones also kicked off at the same time.However, in order not to affect each other, they are not arranged in adjacent courts.

As for Fenghe and the others, it was the one with the most noise.

Now that these first-year freshmen have defeated all other high school seniors, only their ministers have the hope of turning defeat into victory.

Although everyone knew that in the Tennis Club of Lihai University, speaking with strength was a matter of course, but losing to these first-year brats like this, how could these seniors be reconciled.

So almost from the moment Fujiwara Yuya stood on the court, there was a roar of cheers outside the court like a tsunami.

"Minister Fujiwara, come on, show these first-year freshmen some color." Not only the second-year seniors, but also the third-year were waving their arms vigorously to cheer.

"Come on, Minister, come on!" There were still people who put their hands around their mouths and shouted vigorously.

"Absolutely don't lose to the kid in the first grade!" Even more righteous indignation.

Of course, there are also three or five people who think that one person's voice is not enough, and shouted together, "Come on, Minister Fujiwara."

Such an almost one-sided cheering sound shocked the other freshmen who entered the Tennis Club of Lihai University High School in the same year as Fenghe and the others.

"Should we also cheer for Lord Feng?" People who were promoted from the junior high school tennis club all know Feng He and his group.

"That's right, let's cheer for Lord Feng, so that he won't lose to the seniors!" Someone opened his mouth, and others echoed.

However, although they tried their best, how could they compare to the number of seniors in the upper grades.The small sound of cheering was drowned in the huge sound of cheering, and not even a wave was turned over.

On the court, Fuhe and Fujiwara Yu also stood across the net. The gentle-looking Minister Fujiwara pushed his glasses, with a smile on his mouth, "Will you be nervous? Fengjun?"

Although the sound of cheering does not seem to affect anything, in this one-sided situation, it is a test of the psychological quality of the athletes on the field.

In addition, it was originally the same tennis club, but it turned out to be like an away game.

"It's okay." Feng He replied calmly with his expressionless face. He really didn't think it was a big deal. At least Minister Fujiwara didn't order these staff to shout in unison, and he didn't throw away his coat.

(In the senior department of Tokyo Hyotei Gakuen, the King of Hyotei, who had won the position of tennis minister in the first grade, sneezed suddenly. I don’t know which defeated player is talking about it again I'm going to beat him, huh.)

"It's good not to be nervous," Minister Fujiwara looked at it for a long time but couldn't see anything from Feng He's seemingly indifferent face, "I thought Feng Jun was too nervous to laugh."

He doesn't usually laugh, no, no, he usually has the same expression, but he can laugh!

Fenghe, who insisted on this point, corrected a sentence in his mind, and responded to the ridicule of the senior with the same, "Minister Fujiwara was joking," paused, "Shall we start?"

This is his long-term experience in dealing with black belly, a little joke, he won't even fluctuate his eyes.

"Of course." Minister Fujiwara smiled gently, but there was a sharp light in the depths of his eyes.Let him take a look at what is wrong with these first-year freshmen.

Although he looks polite on the surface, Fujiwara Yuya is also a young man who will be proud of his skills, especially his poor health all the year round, which has created his unparalleled self-esteem.

The more such a person is, the more difficult it is to deal with, so Fenghe's match has not yet started, and he is in great danger.

He still doesn't know anything about all this, of course, even if he knows, it won't hinder his progress.

That kind of appearance of striding forward without fear of hardships and dangers is the most dazzling part of a boy of this age.

Compared with the match between Fenghe and Fujiwara, there are very few people watching the match in other venues.

Following the enthusiastic cheers from the field over there, Yukimura, who had just stood on the field, also subconsciously glanced over there.

All of them are voices cheering for Minister Fujiwara.

"Are you worried about Fengjiang?" The chestnut-haired boy who stood across the net from him put his fingers on his lips and chuckled.

Yukimura turned his head, glanced at Fuji's crooked smile, "Aren't you worried?" Even want to read his jokes?He didn't think that Fuji would not be worried at all.

If it was normal, Yukimura probably wouldn't be too worried, he has always had great confidence in Feng.It's just different this time, that guy didn't know how he could be so careless and hurt his foot before the game.

As for the sound of cheering, Li Haida's Son of God didn't take it seriously.

"One thing," Bu Er admitted quickly, and then changed his voice, "Feng Jiang is so worrying, after the game, we should have a good talk with him."

Due to the compatibility with Fuji, Yukimura understood his meaning in an instant, "It makes sense."

So the two quickly exchanged glances, the tacit understanding of the big devil kings, they can only pray for Fenghe.

"But before that," Fuji suddenly opened his eyes, "is this our first competition?"

Yukimura also restrained his expression in an instant, "Let's try our best to compete, Fuji."

Just at this moment, the aura of the two of them changed suddenly, making the referee tremble almost involuntarily, always, always felt, it seemed very scary.

On the other side, the match between Fuhe and Fujiwara Yuya has already begun.

The two people who have no experience in fighting, but have only heard of each other, have played very carefully from the very beginning. You come and I look fierce, but they are actually testing.

"I heard that when you were in junior high school, you were known as the most mysterious and elusive person in Lihai University." Minister Fujiwara did not escape from the Prince of Tennis Stadium nagging and cursing association, and was proud of being a member.

"Ah." Feng He replied indifferently. When he used "flowing clouds and flowing water" before, he did have such a saying, but when the other party asked him this way, could he still praise himself?

Although I have a little thought...

"Then let me see your mysterious style of play." Minister Fujiwara said, and the posture of swinging the racket changed suddenly. It was a look that Fenghe had never seen before. Speed ​​straight to the bottom line.

"15-0." The score reported by the referee triggered cheers from the senior students present.

Feng He looked at the tennis ball that had landed, and then at the senior minister on the other side of the net, "Okay."

In just one word, there is a raging fighting spirit underneath. A strong opponent can ignite all the enthusiasm of a young man.

game begins!