Male god collapses daily

"Win." Marui's words felt natural, and it wasn't that the opponent's seniors were not good at the game, but they had more confidence in Kaze, and Kaze did not live up to this trust.

"Go in." Sanada was more or less satisfied, no matter what the cause of the match was, as long as he could win, it would be a good thing.

The others had no objection and followed Sanada's pace.

Sato and Noguchi were the only guards at the entrance of the tennis court. Sato was still kneeling on the court panting, and Noguchi also looked shocked outside the court. Naturally, there was no one to stop him.So this group of main candidates for the Tennis Club of Lihai Daguo Middle School, um, maybe we should also add the main candidates before Qingxue, and they just filed in through the door.

Although there are quite a few members in the Tennis Club of Lihai University High School, and some first-year recruits are recruited every year, but Sanada and the others have a large number of people, and they look like newcomers without wearing team uniforms. Especially eye-catching.

There are also seniors who came directly from the Tennis Club of Lihai Dakoku High School. They actually know Sanada and the others. When they saw this, they motioned to the friends next to them to look, "Look, it's Sanada and the others who are here."

"It feels like us seniors are running out of places to stand." His friend turned his head to look at the imposing Sanada, and didn't know whether to sigh or sigh.

"I can't help it, the junior high school tennis club won the national championship three times in a row," started the conversation with a snort, "Look, after the qualifying round, the high school tennis club will be dominated by these first-year rookies."

"Looking at Sato's high momentum, I thought they could really do something." The person who answered wanted to shake his head.

"If you lose, you lose. This is Lihai University." The person who spoke changed his face, and said it with a bit of meaning, "It doesn't matter if it's middle school or high school." The man at the top.

While the other members were discussing, Fenghe didn't care, he had already seen Sanada and the others coming in, and now he was going to join them.However, according to the etiquette on the court, he has to shake hands with his opponent before he can leave. It would be very rude to turn around and leave.

So even though the opponent was still kneeling on the court and seemed to have no intention of getting up, Feng He was still politely waiting in front of the net.

The waiting time was a bit long, and Sato raised his head after a long while. He stared at the blue-haired boy in front of the net, his eyes were not kind at all, "You won."

This is the truth, so Feng He nodded, "Ah." He did win.

"Don't be complacent, next time, I will definitely win it back." Sato got up from the ground, without shaking hands with Feng He, turned around and left, of course, there was no such thing as a handshake.

Feng He frowned slightly, but didn't say anything after all.

Wanting to win is the nature of every athlete on the court, but how to behave after losing is demeanor.

Of course, not everyone can maintain their demeanor when they lose, and this is also a normal phenomenon.

So Fenghe just got off the court with the racket and gave up.

Walking in front of Sanada and the others, Feng He nodded, "You guys are here."

"What happened just now?" Sanada asked very directly, and he always spoke directly to the center of gravity.

"When I came to apply for the club just now, that senior Sato and another senior blocked the door, saying that you must win against them before you can join the tennis club." Feng He's voice was calm, and the ins and outs were explained clearly in a few sentences. .

"There is such a rule in the high school tennis club?" Marui asked in surprise.

"As far as I know," the omnipotent data emperor Liu knows everything, "there is no such regulation."

"That's the rule set by the seniors in private." Liu Sheng's tone was as elegant as ever, but he was not completely indifferent.

"So do we have to abide by this rule?" The Jackal looked at the other members of the tennis club, "Who is our opponent?"

"Don't be too arrogant!" Noguchi finally recovered from the previous blow, pointed at the group of first-year students and shouted, "It's just a group of first-year students..." Halfway through his words, he was put on The hand on his shoulder stopped the next words, "What in the first grade? Noguchi-kun?"

So Mr. Noguchi, who was still aggressive just now, seemed to be strangled by the neck, "Department, Minister..."

Wearing glasses, the gentle boy smiled, "It seems that I came a little late today, and something interesting happened."

Following the young man's words, a group of first-year people looked over, and at this time other members of the department also reacted, one after another, someone began to say hello, "Hello, Minister."

"Is this the head of the tennis club?" Fuji tilted his head slightly, and closed his eyes again after opening his eyes for a moment, smiling with crooked eyebrows.

"It should be." Feng He stood next to Bu Er, and looked at the high school tennis department head who had arrived belatedly.

It was a senior with short orange hair. Against the background of the glasses, he looked very elegant, and he smiled kindly, without any deterrent force.

Because he came in a hurry, he came in directly before he had time to change into his team uniform, which made him even more handsome.

But seeing Noguchi's violent reaction, he also knew that this man might not be as easy to get along with as he seemed.

While the group of first graders was sizing up each other, Yu Fujiwara, head of the Tennis Department of Lihai University, was also sizing up this group of people.

It is the same school, although there are differences between the middle school and the high school, but the middle school is well-known for the national three consecutive champions, and of course he knows it well.

Even from the moment when the former minister took over the position of minister, Fujiwara was ready to deal with this group of junior high school tennis club candidates who were about to enter the high school.

So now at a glance, almost all faces are familiar, except for the squinting boy.

Fujiwara only had a moment to think about it in his heart, and the next moment, he walked up to the group of first graders and smiled, "Everyone is a new student applying to join the club. I am Fujiwara, the head of the tennis department. Welcome!" Everyone join the tennis club." Although he didn't know what Noguchi and the others did, but it was not a day or two to be in the same club as them, and Minister Fujiwara guessed that they must have done nothing good.As the head of the tennis department, of course, he must eliminate the bad influence brought by the members, especially in front of this group of juniors with unlimited potential.

To put it bluntly, Fujiwara is just wiping Sato and Noguchi's ass now, as for after wiping, he can't do it for nothing, can he?

The so-called reaching out and not hitting smiling people, let alone the head of the tennis club, so these teenagers relaxed their expressions more or less because of the enthusiasm of the other party's smile, and saluted and said hello like normal new recruits.

Seeing them like this, the smile on Fujiwara's face became even happier, "Just leave your application for joining the club to me, and then go change your clothes and join the training." This is the new member of the club, and it's time to leave program.

So Feng He and his group took out the written application for joining the ministry and handed it to Minister Fujiwara.

After Fujiwara accepted everything, he beckoned another senior and said with a smile, "This is Inoka-kun from the second grade. Let him take you to get your clothes."

Inoshita was a polite-looking senior. After agreeing to Minister Fujiwara, he took Fuhe and the others to collect the clothes of ordinary members, and then pointed them to the locker room before returning to the court.