Male god collapses daily

Just like what Yukimura said, on the court, the game has reached the match point of Feng He, and it seems that the game will end soon.

Although the victory is already in sight, Fenghe has not slackened in the slightest. With a serious and even persistent style, he will not ignore victory because of victory, nor will he be shaken by failure.

Steady and steady, step by step is not eager, but firmly marching towards victory.

It is a powerful strength that has been created through countless times of wind and rain and countless dangerous courts. Every point exudes a taste of hardship, but because of this, it is extraordinarily pure.

At the moment of leaping high, it seems to be able to block the sun's rays and heat.

"The game is over, Lihaida: Feng won, 6-1."

As the last ball hit the ground, the referee faithfully awarded the score, and cheers erupted immediately on the large field of Lihai.

"Changsheng, Lihaida, Changsheng, Lihaida!" Even the voice of support was full of excitement.

What could make these members more excited than seeing their tennis club win.

Amid such cheers, the two players on the court walked to the front of the net.

"Looks like I'm not lucky enough today," Qianshi said when he stretched out his hand towards Fenghe, but he didn't feel too frustrated. He is not someone who can't afford to lose.Besides, Qianshi also knows the distance between himself and Li Haida's wind, "I can't win the game."

"Sorry," Feng He answered seriously, "but I must win." As long as he represents Li Haida in the competition, he must win for the team, for his teammates, and for himself.

"You don't need to be so serious," Qianshi would probably feel embarrassed touching his head if it wasn't for holding Fenghe's hand. "On the court, of course we have to show our full strength." It's something that really makes people feel unlucky.

"Ah." Fenghe nodded, "Looking forward to the next match." Although Qianshi's luck is indeed not ordinary, Fenghe is still very satisfied with being able to meet various types of players on the court.

"When the game is over," Qian Shi suddenly seemed to think of something when he let go of Feng He's hand, "Can you tell me the question I asked before?" With such a cold appearance, he turned out to be a good pick-up guy?

Feng He immediately thought of the question Qian Shi chased him to ask before the game, with a cold face covered with sweat after the game, "There is nothing to say." Does he have to describe to the other party in detail how he approached the girl? ?

To be honest, it's not that he doesn't want to say it. This is his natural advantage. Compared with all the people who participated in the pickup contest, he will think differently, but there is nothing to say about it.

You can't tell Qianshi that if you want to strike up a good conversation, you should try to become a girl first, and maybe you will learn to think in another way.

Qian Shi would think he was crazy.

No, his image just collapsed.

Although the task is gone, he still wants to maintain the image he has built up with great difficulty.

Even if you let yourself go, it's not the way to let go.

"What do you mean by nothing to say?" Qianshi rubbed his chin, "Could it be a natural talent, or," he looked up at the blue-haired boy opposite him, even if he was not as tidy as usual after the game, he still had no damage to his temperament and appearance, "Look Face?"

Logically speaking, he is not bad looking, so why do he still fail to strike up a conversation occasionally.

Although most of the time, with his talent, he will succeed, but there are always some surprises.

Feng He really didn't want to answer this question, so no matter what he thought in his heart, he still put his face on his face, nodded to Qian Shi, and then turned around and left.

Then when I walked down, I heard Qianshi's voice, "Feng, let's discuss together next time." The boy's voice, even after the game, was still full of vitality and heat.

Feng He acted as if he didn't hear it, and walked on without any pause.

He felt that he really didn't want to discuss this kind of issue with Qianshi at all!

No, it should mean that he doesn't want to discuss this kind of issue with anyone.

He remembered clearly that at that time, his master and friends, including Xijiang, all fell to the ground in this strike-up contest.

After they woke up, he didn't want to think about the rice balls and drinks that were handed to him, okay?

If he reminded the two of them now, he didn't think his life was too long. You know, the refreshing drink made by Liu is definitely an upgraded version.

When he walked off the court, Yukimura had already stood up from the coaching seat, with a smile on his lips, "Thanks for your hard work, Feng."

"Ah." Feng He rarely saw Yukimura smiling so happily, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay, I just discussed the issue with Sanada," Yukimura casually brought up the joke just now, his blackness has never been pointed to the end, and he is very measured, "What were you discussing with Senshi-kun just now, and he is still chasing you Continue the discussion."

"It's nothing." Feng He paused, "Exchange of experience in the competition." The exchange of experience in the pick-up competition, although he didn't exchange much.

"Really?" Yukimura smiled beautifully, but it was a bit chilly down the spine.

"Ah." Feng He didn't want his Patriarch to remember that he tried to let him try before, but didn't succeed, so he quickly changed the subject, "This game is won, and the next game is the semi-finals of the Kanto Competition." Two games He won the doubles, and he also won the triples in the singles, so this match against Yamabuki was a big win for them.

Of course, Yukimura also heard Feng He's meaning of changing the topic, but he didn't ask any more questions. Instead, after smiling, he followed his topic and said, "Yes, according to Liu, the opponent in the next game , most likely—Qingxue."

As a traditional strong tennis school in Kanto, Qingxue basically advances to the top four in Kanto every year, whether it is middle school or high school, and also participates in national competitions.

It's just that it's impossible to predict where the national competition will go.

"Qingxue..." Feng He no longer felt shaken when he heard Qingxue before, but instead had a feeling of anticipation to fight against Qingxue.

"Well, Liu will explain in detail later." Yukimura looked at the other people who had already surrounded him, "Let's go, the game is over."

The off-site broadcast happened to reach the quarter-finals of the Kanto Tournament. The match between Li Hai Dai VS Yamabuki Junior High School ended, Li Hai Dai won, and everyone saluted.

So after Yukimura spoke, all the other people who played today stood in front of the net, and bowed politely to the Yamabuki Middle School players standing across the net.

After winning this game with Yamabuki Middle School, Li Haida's next game will be the semi-finals of the Kanto Tournament.

And the opponent, as Liu said, is a strong Kanto tennis school: Youth Academy.

Because after the semi-finals of the Kanto competition, the final of the Kanto competition will be immediately, and judging from the platooning situation, the opponent in the final is likely to be Ice Emperor.

Knowing that under the leadership of Atobe, that school would probably be Li Haida's formidable enemy, so Feng He felt that he could not delay changing the racket any longer, and just happened to be free after the game, so he simply went to change the racket first. I can still get acquainted.

After the game, Fuji went back to Tokyo, said goodbye to them with a smile, and went home to enjoy his mother's food.

And Yukimura wanted to change a new headband, so the two went to the biggest sporting goods store in Kanagawa together.

"What kind of racket do you want to change?" Yukimura asked with a smile on the way.

"I want to change to a slightly heavier and heavier one." Feng He tried to make a fist, and looked down at his palm.

After returning from the U-17 training camp and the World Cup, his body has been exercised well, and his grip strength and physical strength have improved significantly, so he wants to change to a more suitable one.

"Do you think the current racket is light?" Yukimura immediately realized the problem, "I remember you have always used a lighter racket."

Feng He looked away from the palm of his hand, nodded slightly, "Well, the previous racket was lighter," he turned his head to Yukimura, "It doesn't feel right now."

His previous tennis style was like flowing clouds and flowing water, which was unpredictable and unpredictable.So I have always used a lighter racket, which is very suitable for playing smoothly.

Now that the overall level has improved, of course changing the racket has become an inevitable choice.

"Understood," Yukimura nodded as he recalled Feng He's current tennis style, "Then it's time to change the racket."

It seems that Feng knows it well.

"Well," Feng He asked, "do you want to change the racket?"

Yukimura shook his head after thinking about it, "I only changed my racket before the national competition last year, and I don't need to change it now."

"Have you changed it?" Feng He hasn't noticed this yet, "It looks similar to the previous one."

"Well, it's a series, so the appearance is almost the same, but the data has been adjusted." Yukimura explained with a smile.

At that time, he had just completed his rehabilitation and was discharged from the hospital. In order to match his body at that time, he changed to the current racket.

It's working fine now, so there's no need to replace it for the time being.

The two chatted all the way to the sporting goods store.

Although the sporting goods store here in Kanagawa is not as big as the one that Feng He bought in Tokyo, but in a world ruled by tennis, this store also has a complete range of tennis supplies.

Fenghe buys rackets, and Yukimura buys hairbands. They both have a complete range of styles to choose from.

Since Fenghe first met Yukimura, Yukimura has been using hairbands when playing tennis. As a consumable, this replacement is quite frequent, so Yukimura can be said to be familiar with buying hairbands.

It's just that Fenghe saw that his owner had bought the same white hairband again, and inexplicably remembered the image he had seen a long time ago.

Cough cough, although the route is different, but some things seem to be quite interesting.

That's why Feng He, who would occasionally be malicious, stopped Yukimura, "I've been using white hair bands all the time, don't you want to change the color?"

"Change the color, what color?" Yukimura turned his gaze, he still didn't understand someone's "sinister intentions".

So Fenghe picked out a shiny green hairband and handed it over, "This looks good." Tsk tsk, the master's green hairband, I kind of want to see it.

"Green?" Yukimura raised his eyebrows, took the hair tie from Fenghe's hand, "You think I'm suitable?"

No, I think it's funny!

Although he thought so, Feng He, who didn't want to be hacked to death by the Son of God for the time being, kept an upright expression, "I think this color is good."

"So the wind likes this color." Yukimura smiled. When he laughed, his clear eyes looked particularly bright, as if they were pregnant with starlight. "Then don't give it to me, you can buy it yourself." He said, and handed the hair tie back with a smile.

Is this the real version of the saying that if you want to live a decent life, you have to have a little green on your head?

No, that's not right, it should be called not to die, he wanted to see the green hair band, and now he wants to wear it on his head, who can be blamed?

Thinking in the bottom of my heart, Feng He took the hair tie unconsciously, and sighed: It's really a very green color.

"Try it." Seeing Fenghe took the hairband, Yukimura smiled with the same smile just now.

Feng He picked up the green hair band and compared it, not knowing whether he was confused or helpless, "Does it look good?" Don't ask him what he is doing or what he is talking about, he doesn't know himself.

Xingmura couldn't help laughing, and burst out laughing, it was really brilliant, "Let's continue to use white." He handed Fenghe the same hair as his own.

Although he occasionally reads Feng's jokes, it is enough for him to read this kind of jokes alone.

Seeing the white hairband handed to him again, Feng He discarded the green hairband without any hesitation, and returned to his usual color scheme.

Fenghe originally had blue hair and eyes that were lighter in color than the hair, and the white hairband was dotted in it, just like the color of the blue sky and white clouds in the blue sky, very pleasing to the eye.

If you really can't think of using a green hairband... Well, I can only say that luckily Yukimura didn't give him a more strange color.

After buying the headband, Fuhe and Yukimura went to the racket shop.

"Did you use Prince's racket before?" Yukimura leaned against the counter. He is a boy who has entered high school. Although he has a slender figure who has been exercising all year round, he is not weak. Just leaning casually beside him, he looks tall and tall. , elegant posture.

"Well," Feng He nodded, "free and uninhibited, without losing individuality." This is the spirit that Prince pays attention to, and it is also very suitable for his smooth flow.

"Do you want to try this this time?" Yukimura asked, pointing to one of the rackets.

"WingHeart?" Feng He signaled the salesman to take down the racket to try swinging, "I remember you used WingHeart?" If I remember correctly, his owner used this brand.

"Yes," Yukimura nodded with a smile, "it's not bad to use." That's why he wanted to recommend it to Kaze.

Feng He tried the size of the grip, and then tried to swing the racket to feel the weight and balance of the racket.

In the end, he nodded in satisfaction, "It's really good." The size of his hand is very suitable for holding, and the weight and balance are also perfect.

"You can compare it with others." Yukimura felt that buying a racket was an important matter, and it should not be casual and sloppy.

"Well, I also want to try two more yuan." Fenghe is not in a hurry to make a decision, since he wants to change, of course he has to change to the one he thinks is the most suitable.

Afterwards, Feng He tried several beats with more suitable values, and finally chose the WingHeart recommended by Yukimura at the beginning.

He usually has two rackets in his tennis bag, and he doesn't plan to change them all. He keeps one that is more convenient, and then replaces it with this one, and it will be no problem.