Male God Cultivation Manual

Fenghe cleaned the court very quickly. By the time the other members of the tennis club had changed their clothes and were ready, he had already cleaned the court.

The sleepover training is the same as the usual training, it is still the basic training first, and then the practice match.

The morning time is spent in repeated basic training, and the afternoon starts with a more formal practice match that is different from usual.

Sanada and Yanagi were the first to play.

No matter how many times I watch it, Feng He still feels that Liu's data tennis is not clear, and the calculation methods of those diagonals and angles, I feel that it really takes a computing power comparable to that of an optical brain, in order to achieve such a short period of time. Come to that conclusion.

You can usually tell from the way Liu speaks, what is the percentage, Feng He often feels that he doesn't understand, but it doesn't prevent him and Liu from getting along well.

But compared to Liu who calculated the landing point to attack and counterattack, Sanada on the opposite side was even more terrible.

Furinkazan.

The ultimate mystery of Sanada's tennis skills.

As fast as the wind, as slow as the forest, as aggressive as fire, as immovable as a mountain.

As long as you stand on the court, the sense of deterrence and oppression is really in line with Sanada's style and image of winning in a head-to-head confrontation.

"Sanada's game skills have improved again." Yukimura put on his coat, folded his hands on his chest, turned his head to look at the expressionless blue-haired boy standing beside him, and smiled, "It seems that during the practice match with you, he There is also a new understanding.”

Promote each other and grow.

"Ah." Fenghe agreed, and now Sanada looks a bit like the emperor on the court in the third year of the country.

Yukimura asked gently, "What about you?" I still remember, when I just joined the tennis club, this boy said in that flat tone, I'm not good at anything.

"Me?" Fenghe didn't understand what Yukimura meant.

"Yes, how about you, have you found what you want here?"

Feng He was silent for a moment, "I'm not sure, but," although he complained in his heart every day that they probably coveted his ants for a long time, just chatting for self-entertainment, "It's very good here." His tone is very light, but with all the sincerity that cannot be doubted.

He never said it, but in fact, he really felt that the Tennis Club of Lihai University was very good, and it was very good to know them.

Just like Sanada, like Yukimura, like Yanagi, those practice matches, those training plans, those strict requirements.

He knew exactly what it was for.

Yukimura smiled, a child blessed by God, when he smiled sincerely, it was a different kind of amazement.

Feng, looks indifferent and unapproachable, it seems that nothing can move him, and his face never changes, but if you look at it with your heart, you will find that he has a heart that is contrary to his appearance, and he always treats the kindness of others. Feel it acutely and be grateful for it.

"It's our turn." Seeing that the game on the court was over, Feng He picked up the tennis racket that was leaning next to him.

"Let's go." Yukimura also picked up the racket. He also wanted to know how far Kaze has improved after the last qualifying match and the battle with Atobe.

"One round decides the outcome, Yukimura faces the wind."

Fenghe felt that standing on both sides of the net with Yukimura again was different from the feeling of qualifying before.

At that time, he relied more on his body's intuition, but now those skills and movements have been engraved in his heart in the day-to-day training. On the court, he relies entirely on his own judgment to play.

So the terrible feeling when playing with Yukimura almost all acts on his own spirit.

Fenghe has always known that when Yukimura stands on the court, his strength and domineering look is completely different from usual.

And standing on the opposite side of the court with the real Yukimura, I realized how strong this feeling is.

"After the Kanto Tournament, your tennis has also improved a lot." Yukimura's style of play is fierce and merciless.

I usually don't feel that much when I play practice games, but when I really get to the arena, both Sanada and Feng have indeed made obvious progress.

Just like what he thought just now, when Sanada dragged the wind to play the practice match, he didn't let anyone improve unilaterally.

"Yeah." Feng He didn't hold back at all, if he didn't make progress, wouldn't he have failed the match against Atobe, your expectations, and his efforts during this time.

Yukimura returned a ball, "Well, let me see what you learned when you played against Atobe." That kind of casual, free tennis.

Without any hesitation, Feng He turned the racket slightly, "Counterattack technique, Xingyun."

As Feng He's tennis gradually improved, Yukimura's eyes also changed. Li Haida's son of God, as the king Li Haida's strongest existence, started his real tennis.

Slowly, a ubiquitous and ever-present sense of fear enveloped Feng He.

No matter what tricks are used against Yukimura, no matter where you hit the ball, it will be hit back.

There are no weaknesses, no dead ends, and there is no chance of extra luck.

Then, Feng He's five senses began to disappear.

The first thing to disappear is the vision, the feeling of playing in the dark, there is a sense of panic from the bottom of my heart, I accidentally fell to the ground, and my elbows are heavily supported on the ground, but there is no pain, and the pain disappears up.

Then there is the sense of hearing, where you can hear the wind blowing the ball, and finally, the sense of touch, the feeling of holding the racket.

All of a sudden, everything is plunged into darkness, you can't see, hear, or feel, and time and space lose all meaning.

Feng He didn't even know where he was, the thick, imperceptible darkness surrounded him heavily.

It wasn't until this moment that he understood what the so-called Son of God was all about.

Not only the child he thought was favored by the gods, but also the kind who can control everything on the court.

Depriving people of the ability to feel, isn't it, God descended on the court.

That kind of feeling is absolutely unimaginable to those who have never experienced it.

If it wasn't for the disappearance of all the feelings, Feng He almost wanted to sigh. It was so naive to casually talk about how good Li Haida's minister was before.

To understand Yukimura Seiichi, there is nothing like playing a game of tennis with him.

The gentleness on the surface is just a sweet coat wrapped around it. It is absolutely impossible for a gentle person to play this kind of tennis.Uncovering those sweet, beautiful appearances, at this moment on the court, the real Yukimura Seiichi is closer to reality than ever.

That feeling of staring into the abyss.

"The game is over, Yukimura won, 6-3."

After the practice session in the afternoon, it is time for rest and free activities in the evening.

After a day of training, everyone comes alive at mealtimes.

This year's main election of Lihai University, except Feng He and the others, are all seniors in the third grade. Naturally, the four always get together intentionally or unintentionally.

Liu was sitting next to Fenghe, "This B&B has an open-air bath. After dinner, you can go to the hot spring."

spa?spa!

He thought about it, and repeated important things three times.

However, the locker room and the like don't matter. If you go to the hot springs, the Japanese seem to have to strip completely.

This... he might as well forget it.

Feng He felt that her girlish heart might still exist!

Really, he really thinks so!

Sighing countless times with regret in my heart, Feng He shook his head, "I won't go," this is a homestay built in the mountains and forests, "Can the mountains behind be climbed?" On summer nights, there is nothing like It is more comfortable to blow the mountain breeze.

"Yes, there are no wild animals in this mountain forest, but don't climb too far, too far without lights, it is more dangerous." Liu replied.

"Then I'll have dinner and go for a walk later."

Besides Fenghe, Yukimura was not particularly interested in hot springs, so he continued, "I'll go with you."

"it is good."

Because it is between the mountains and forests, after the sun sets, the temperature will naturally drop, and the wind from the mountain stream brings a sense of coolness.

In summer, the vegetation is dense, and various unknown wild flowers are dotted between the mountain roads. The evening breeze blows, and the fragrance of vegetation and flowers makes people feel refreshed.

It was just a walk after dinner, so Yukimura and Feng He were not in a hurry.

Occasionally a few conversations are nothing more than about the flowers and trees in the mountains and forests.

When he climbed halfway up the mountain and stopped to rest, Yukimura glanced at Feng He's arm, "Is your elbow okay?"

"It's okay." At that time, because he was deprived of the pain sensation, he didn't feel much pain. After the match, Fenghe realized that the fall was worse than expected, but it was just a scratch. After taking medicine to stop the bleeding, there was no serious problem.

Since he started playing tennis, he has been getting used to some minor injuries more or less during sports.

"This is the game this afternoon..." Frowning slightly, Feng He couldn't find a good adjective to describe it.

"What happened to the game?" Yukimura asked.

"Unexpected." Feng He thought for a while, "Before I played against you, I didn't expect it to be like this." Knowing and feeling it are two different things.

"Are you afraid?" Yukimura raised the corners of his lips, still smiling gently, but if you look carefully, you will find that there is a kind of ice and snow in the smile, "After playing with me, you can still discuss it in such a calm manner Not many people." Really, not many.

"A little bit." It is absolutely false to say that he is not afraid at all. He is just an ordinary person and has never experienced the feeling of being deprived of all five senses. "But compared to being afraid, there is one more thing that I almost forgot to tell you."

"What do you want to say?" Yukimura was also a little surprised.

Feng He stretched out his hand towards the head of the tennis department, his icy blue eyes were focused, and at sunset, reflecting the afterglow of the setting sun, there was a sense of radiance, "Nice to meet you, Yukimura Seichi." I'm glad I got to know you through such a game, instead of just following others' advice.

The coldness of Yukimura's smile melted into the summer night wind in an instant, and he held Feng He's outstretched hand back, the smile of the Son of God was gentler than ever, so gentle that it was almost gentle, "Me too. "

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Nice to meet you.

The Japanese also use this phrase to express themselves.

Haha, I'm just kidding.

Thank you Kokomi Little Angel for mine!