Male god collapses daily

The first day of high school is bound to be a very busy day.

After going through class placement, school opening ceremony, and various rules and regulations, after the new teacher got used to it, the day of school was almost over.

According to the usual practice, the beginning of school is the day when various clubs recruit new students.Compared with junior high school clubs, which will count the scores of clubs into the total score, because many universities will consider students with outstanding club scores when enrolling students, so Lihai University's high school attaches more and more importance to various clubs .

After school that day, the campus was also extremely lively because of the various recruiting activities of various clubs.

Originally, Fuhe and Yukimura were going to the tennis club together after school, but unexpectedly and as expected, Yukimura was kept by the supervisor teacher of the art club after school.

After all, in addition to being the head of the Tennis Club of the Middle School, Yukimura also participated in several art competitions and won awards when he was still in middle school, so the supervisor also hopes to dig such a good seedling.

Joining a sports tennis club doesn't conflict with joining a non-sports art club.

So Fenghe went to the tennis club alone, and was stuffed with various leaflets along the way.

The recruiting posters and leaflets of these associations were done very seriously, and many of them were creative, so Feng He also thought it was a bit interesting. He read the flyers while walking, and only raised his head when he was approaching the tennis club.

Seeing Lihai University High School Tennis Club clearly, Feng He raised his eyebrows slightly.

Is it true that tennis rules the world?The tennis courts in the high school area are larger than those in the middle school area.

Looking around the tennis court for a while, Feng He stuffed the leaflets into his bag, ready to go in and submit his application for membership.I don't know who is the head of the Tennis Department of Lihai University High School.Of course, there may also be people you don't know at all.

Fenghe's footsteps were very casual, he just came to participate in the department work, and he didn't think there would be any problems.

But he didn't expect that he would be stopped at the gate of the tennis club's training ground.

Feng He looked at the two people blocking his way inexplicably, they seemed to be seniors from the tennis club.Well, just looking at the two of them with such mature faces, they must be seniors, so Feng He nodded politely, "Seniors, what's the matter?" No matter how he looked at blocking him, he felt that he had bad intentions.

Two tall men with tennis rackets showed condescending smiles on their faces, "Boy, you are here to join the tennis club."

Isn't it obvious that he came to the tennis club with a tennis bag on his back?

Even though he thought so, Feng He has always had nothing to do with his mental activities and appearance, "Yes."

"If you want to join the tennis club," one of them picked up the racket, "you have to pass our level first."

Feng He looked at people calmly, his light-colored eyes were unusually clear, "Is it the entrance examination?"

"Haha, that's right!" The other laughed wildly, "Boy, don't think that we are too proud because we have won before. We have undergone training that you can't imagine, and our strength has long been different from what it used to be!"

"Yes!" Another person also added, "If you can't beat us, don't even think about joining the tennis club today."

Feng He was stunned, "Have we played a game?" When did he play a game with the seniors from the Tennis Club of Lihai University?Why does the other party seem to be prepared long ago, and come up with the feeling of revenge and resentment?

Feng He thought he was asking a very sincere question, but that kind of indifferent question was still provocative no matter how it fell into the other party's eyes.

"Boy, are you pretending not to know us, are you looking down on us?" The one with the racket took a step forward, reaching out and grabbing Feng He's collar.

"No." Even in this state, Feng He still looks cold, but he speaks (he thinks) very honest and gentle, even if the other party grabs his collar, he doesn't get angry, "I don't even know How could you look down on you?"

Um?I always feel that this sentence seems a little familiar. Did he say it?

Unexpectedly, a single sentence would provoke the other party to expose, "Damn, hate!" He stared fiercely at Feng He's appearance, and almost punched him with his fist.

It was another person who had a little bit of patience. Although he was pissed off enough, he still had some reason left. He grabbed the person who caught Fenghe, "Stop talking nonsense with this kid here, as long as we win him That's fine, let's see if he still has the face to speak big."

"Hmph." Hearing his companion's advice, the man threw Fenghe away, "Enter the field, and the game will determine the outcome!"

That person's strength is not small, if Feng He hadn't been prepared, he might be thrown staggeringly.

Now being treated like this, although Feng He is not easily angry, he is not a person without air, "Okay."

He won't be afraid of anyone when he decides the outcome with tennis.

When Marui Jackal and the others arrived at the tennis court, Feng He was already standing across the net from the ageless senior who was carrying the racket.

"Eh? What happened?" Marui was a little puzzled, "Is Kaze and that senior going to play a practice match?"

"It seems that something happened." Jackal frowned when he saw that the other party was pointing at Feng He and saying something angrily even though he was standing on the field.

Marui looked around, "What should we do now, we haven't joined the club yet." As a person who has been in the tennis club of Lihai Daikoku Middle School for three years, he is not without a familiar senior in the high school tennis club, so he went to the club with the cheek Asking can tell the whole story, but they haven't even handed in the application to join the club, and they are not considered members of the tennis club at all.

"Just wait and see, Yukimura and the others should be here in a while." The jackal was calmer.

"Okay," Marui didn't object, and the red-haired boy put his hands behind his head, "What are you guys doing, Kaze is not a troublemaker." When Yukimura was hospitalized, Kaze was recognized as a The most conscientious and least worrying person in the tennis club, he has done very well in both competitions and practice, but he is not as troublesome as Akaya.

"Let's get down on the horse." Jackal guessed, "Perhaps the seniors know Feng."

"That's possible," Marui blew a bubble, still speaking clearly, "Anyone who has represented Japan in the U-17 World Cup will not be unknown even in the high school tennis world." "However, if he knows Feng's ability and still competes with him, this senior really has confidence in himself."

The Jackal also nodded. Neither he nor Marui could say they had any ill feeling towards the seniors of the high school tennis club. They were just friends who had been with him for so long, so of course they trusted their teammates more.

"What happened?" During the discussion on Marui and the jackal, Nioh also slipped over from nowhere, and raised his eyebrows when he saw the scene inside through the guardrail outside the tennis court, "What is the wind doing?"

"It's King Ni," Marui looked back, and then spread his hands, "We don't know, it was like this when we first arrived."

"That person on the opposite side..." King Ren looked at the person who was Feng He's opponent, and felt a little familiar no matter what.

"Do you know him?" Marui became interested.

"I seem to have seen it somewhere." King Ren didn't remember it for a while.

"Then think about it again," Marui said, pointing to the court, "Look, it's started."