Male God Cultivation Manual

This game has been unusual from the very beginning.

Because the tennis racket that Oni Jujiro took out was not the style that Fuhe is used to, but a special racket with only two racket strings.

"Eh?" Kirihara was startled when he saw such a distinctive racket, "Senior Feng, look at the opponent's racket."

Feng He really saw such a racket, and frowned slightly, "Is it dessert? Willow?" Although he thought of it a little bit, such an idea made him not sure.

Liu nodded, "sweetspot, the probability is 90.00% three."

"If that's the case, then his ability to control the ball is terrifying." Yagyu pushed his glasses, "Using this kind of racket, he is either overly arrogant or extremely confident."

"In other words, Taocheng is not enough for him to use his real strength, puri." Niwang added.

Facts have proved that Oni Jujiro does have absolute self-confidence.

Even with such a terribly transparent racket, it can perfectly return every incoming ball from Taocheng, even the bullet serve that Taocheng is proud of.

While playing, he shouted to educate people, "Speed ​​up, what kind of tennis is playing so slowly!"

What's even more frightening is that the game arranged by the coach is indeed very meaningful. Taocheng's best is his vertical center of gravity jumping style of play, which is based on his speed and extraordinary strength.In the final of the Kanto Tournament, Taocheng tried his best to hit the ball, so Yagyu and Nioh of Lihai University would not underestimate it.

However, this kind of technique was beaten back by the opponent with the same move in a single meeting, and the power was even more domineering, "Haha, I dare to show off with this kind of strength, this is the real vertical center of gravity hit!" Law!"

With just one blow, Taocheng's hands could no longer hold the racket.

As the racket fell to the ground, Taocheng's outstretched hands were trembling uncontrollably.

"Your wrist is completely finished after the blow just now." Oni Jujiro withdrew his racket, "The winner has been decided."

However, the moment he turned around to leave the court, Taocheng stood up again, "Senior ghost, where are you going? The game is not over yet." It doesn't matter if he can't hold the racket, he can still bite it with his mouth. Racket, clamp the racket with your elbow, as long as it doesn't reach the last moment, he won't count as a loser.

"The same vertical center-of-gravity attack is twice as powerful and powerful as Taocheng's." What Liu said just now has been fulfilled, and Li Haida's calm and rational military adviser's voice is also a bit cold, "Is it really intentional?"

"It seems that everything is designed by the coaches." Yukimura also restrained his expression, folded his hands on his chest, and scanned the ubiquitous cameras outside the training ground from the corner of his eyes.

"However, the coaches also underestimated Taocheng's perseverance." Feng He looked at the people on the court who still did not give up, "Even if it is the last goal, he will not admit defeat." It is because almost everyone here Everyone has the same spirit and perseverance, so apart from opponents, they are also companions who cherish each other.Of course, even among these middle school students here, Taocheng is the most difficult one to deal with.

Just like what Feng He said, even though he fell with bruises all over his body and could hardly hold the racket with both hands, Taocheng still fought until the last moment.

That kind of unyielding will and desire for victory will move the opponents.

Looking at the racket whose net cable was interrupted by Taocheng at the last blow, the ghost looked down at the person who was already lying on the ground, and said with a bit of seriousness, "Climb hard, Takeshi Taocheng." He admired this Perseverance, but it is because some people are there that this place can be called interesting.

The first court transposition match that junior high school students participated in ended in such a cruel way.

But this is not the end, it's just the beginning.

Early the next morning, a new coach stood in front of all the junior high school students, "Good morning everyone, I am the spiritual coach Saito." Then he continued solemnly, "Haha, I heard that you are much stronger than ordinary middle school students. If you train your spirit, you should be stronger." He waved his hand kindly as he said, "Now, please Everyone is in groups of two and can be combined freely. Ah, of course, there is no need to limit the school, other schools are also fine.”

Hearing the free combination of two people, almost everyone subconsciously thought that there would be a doubles match, so they all chose the most familiar person, or the person who wanted to play doubles together as a partner.

Only Feng He, who knew what this choice meant, completely gave up treatment, whatever, whoever he catches is fine.

So this time Feng He didn't take the initiative to find anyone, but continued to stand there expressionless after hearing what Coach Saito said, seemingly thinking about important issues, but actually in a daze.

However, most of Li Hai are good at attacking actively, and he is also super aggressive like Kirihara, so the next moment, Kirihara has already grabbed him, "Senior Feng, let's be a team."

Feng He's gaze shifted from Kirihara's hand holding his sleeve to his looking eyes, "You want to be with me?"

Kirihara was asked inexplicably, "Is there any problem?" Is there any problem with the senior?Didn't they also play doubles and often practice together?

"No, no," Feng He shook his head, "Then let's form a group."

"Okay!" Kirihara clenched his fists, showing a rather smug expression, "We will definitely win."

Suddenly, Feng He didn't know whether to sympathize with Xiao Kelp, or himself in the same group as Xiao Kelp.

At the same time, people from other schools were also in quick groups.

For example, Ice Emperor, Master Atobe also has a strong sense of responsibility for cultivating the next minister. He stopped Hiyoshi when he heard the grouping, "I said Hiyoshi, let's be in a group with my uncle, so you can see the strength of Minister Ice Emperor."

Hiyoshi complained expressionlessly, "Minister Atobe, I don't want to shout those weird words of support." Of course, the implication was that he agreed.

Kaidou on Qingxue's side looked left and right, "Minister Tezuka, can you join me?"

Tezuka nodded, "Don't be careless."

And Qian and Liu, the two data emperors, also made up a team, ready to relive the tacit cooperation before.

After all the junior high school students present were divided into groups, Coach Saito recorded all the groups, and then said in a very friendly tone, "Now, let's start the singles competition." In an instant, it continued, "That's right, I want to fight against the partner you have chosen, and the loser will be eliminated."

The junior high school students, who had already experienced the game of grabbing the ball and knew that the coaches were not joking, turned pale with fright.

Want to compete with your partner, and the loser will be eliminated?

However, this is the rule of this training camp, the guidelines that must be followed.

And so, the cruelest and most tragic but also the most dazzling partner knockout match officially began.

Because they know each other better than anyone else, the tie-break match was intense from the very beginning.

Although they were partners or partners before, standing on the opposite side of the court is an opponent.

The greatest respect for your opponent is to try your best to win.This group of arrogant teenagers, even if they lose, will not hope that the other party will make any moves to release water.

Do your best, whether you lose or win.

The match on the field was in full swing, but Feng He rarely went to watch the match. He sat on the steps by the side of the field and rewrapped the tape on the handle of the tennis racket leisurely.

"Senior Feng!" Compared to Feng He's calmness, Qieyuan was much more excited, he didn't understand why the senior was completely indifferent when he heard such news.

Feng He raised his eyes to look at him, his light-colored eyes were clear to the bottom, but also bitingly cold, "I won't show mercy in the competition."

Such a gaze, like a basin of cold water being poured on Kirihara's head, the expression on his face changed inexplicably, and finally froze on the stubborn refusal to admit defeat, "I will not lose to you, senior!" He will never lose !

After Feng He nodded noncommittally, he lowered his head again and began to focus on the work at hand again, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

That's it, Chiya.

Just at the beginning of the partner knockout round, at the gate of the U-17 training camp.

Horio of Qingxue was carrying a big bag, and walked to the gate with difficulty, "That boy Echizen is really bossy, he even asked me to help carry such a big bag!"

Looking at the gate of the training camp, Horio was also a little timid, "Is it really possible to enter casually here?" It looks like a very strict and powerful training camp.

"Eh? Isn't this from Aigaku?" A somewhat familiar voice sounded from behind Horio.

Horio turned his head and saw Dan Taichi in Yamabuki's white uniform and Urayama Shiita in Tachikai's black uniform appearing in his sight.

"It's you guys, Yamabuki and Likai." Although they didn't know their names, Horio recognized them immediately, "What are you doing here?"

"I'm Tan Taichi." The boy wearing a headband was very friendly, "I forgot to give the peace charm to Akutsu-senpai, so I sent it here for him."

Horio twitched the corners of his mouth, and gave Akutsu-san a peace charm, would that person really want such a thing?

Next it was the turn of Urayama Shiita from Rikai University. He introduced himself with a smile, "I am Urayama Shiita. I really came here because I wanted to meet the seniors." Originally, Matsumoto-senpai would also come, but the seniors left He had entrusted Lihai University Tennis Club to him before, and he couldn't leave, so he had to bring his things along.

After each introduced themselves, the number of people was emboldening, and several people looked at each other, no matter what kind of training camp it was, they sneaked into the training camp directly.

When they came to the edge of the training field, they happened to meet Fenghe and Qieyuan's match.

It was not the first time that Fenghe and Kirihara stood at both ends of the field, but this time the match was more spark-like than any previous one.

From the end of the national competition to the present, Kirihara has not only grown taller, but also made amazing progress in tennis.

Li Haida's next minister is growing recklessly with a posture that is not afraid of any wind and rain.

So from the beginning of the game, Kirihara took the initiative to launch a stormy attack. His tennis is like this, tireless, not afraid of obstacles, attack, attack, and attack again!

The winner must be him.

Compared with Kirihara's various offensive methods, Feng He's response is very calm and normal.

Tennis, which has already abandoned fancy moves, is just ordinary.

But still the same, it's overwhelming.

"The wind wins, 3-0."

"As expected of the wind, even Kirihara couldn't do anything about it." Fuji and his partner Yuta, who hadn't played yet, were watching the game from the sidelines.

"Senior Feng is indeed too powerful." Yuta clenched his hands into fists, looking very excited.

"Yuta really likes wind very much." Fuji teased his younger brother with a smile.

"Brother, what are you talking about!" Although he had grown up a bit, Yuta was still a little at a loss in the face of his black-bellied brother.

"Hehe, speaking of which, did Yuta come to see our performance of "The Tale of the Bamboo Tori" before?" Fuer was really dark enough.

"No, absolutely not!" Yuta retorted loudly without even thinking about it, he had already forgotten, absolutely don't think about it again!

"Really do not have?"

"If you say no, you don't have it!"

"It's a pity, I want Yuta to see how Kaze plays the leading role."

Yuta was hit hard, KO fell to the ground.

Different from the relaxation outside the court, on the court, Kirihara, who was dripping with cold sweat, stared at the landing tennis unwillingly. After a long while, "I made up my mind to beat you guys a long time ago and become the NO.1 player of Lihai University. "He raised his head, "To win, to win!" In an instant, Kirihara's eyes turned red, "Let me dye you red!"

The sharper and more ferocious ball went towards Feng He on the opposite side of the court.

The blue-haired boy didn't change color at all, and maintained the same rhythm as before, neither in a hurry nor in a hurry, calm and calm with absolute confidence and strong strength.

"The wind wins, 6-0."

Just when the end of Fenghe's game came, he suddenly stopped all his movements and raised his hand to signal to the referee, "Referee, I want to abstain."

In a word, everyone inside and outside the stadium was surprised.

Kirihara also widened his eyes suddenly, "Are you kidding, senior!" He couldn't help but ran to the net and grabbed the net, "Wait, what do you mean, I'm just going to start playing! "What does Senior Feng mean, look down on him?

Feng He, who had already turned around and was about to leave, stood still. He turned his head, and the morning wind in late autumn raised the broken hair on his forehead. It was the same color blue as Qingkong, "If you want to become the NO.1 of Lihai University, you must not With the goal of defeating us, stand on a higher ground, Chiya."

After all, without waiting for Kirihara to react, he went directly to the outside of the field and picked up his tennis bag, put away his racket, threw the backpack over his shoulder, and left the field without a second thought.

"Damn it, hate it!" Kirihara, who was left behind, clenched the racket in his hand and waved his hand fiercely. He wanted to drop the racket, but at the last moment, he stopped, lowered his head, and Kirihara covered his face All the expressions on the face, and what may be sweat or tears that slipped down the corners of the eyes, "I will definitely, I will stand on a higher place to show you! Senior!"

Here, when Fenghe just came down from the court, he climbed up the steps and bumped into Kanata Irie, who was watching the game. He was originally standing with Oni and Tokugawa, but when he turned down to go to the toilet, he had a meeting with Fenghe face to face.

For such a strange fate, Irijiang Zuo smiled when he saw Feng He coming over, "What a pity." I thought this little guy was very interesting before, and I was looking forward to his performance on the court, but I didn't expect to give up voluntarily. game.

"Senior Entering the River." Feng He stopped and called out because he couldn't help saying hello when he saw him.

Irie Kanata, wearing round glasses, looked very friendly no matter what, "I thought you looked a bit like Tokugawa, but now..." He made a fool of himself but didn't speak, just smiled without saying a word .

Fenghe doesn't think he looks like that really cold young man, at least he doesn't like to complain, he is a star who will die if he doesn't complain, although he has nothing to be proud of, "Senior Tokugawa you saw before?"

Irie Zuodo nodded, "That's him, he's very powerful," he sighed with a smile, "It's a pity you came a step late, otherwise you can meet another person who is equally as good as him."

Feng He was stunned for a moment, he had never heard of someone who was equal to Tokugawa, "Which senior is it?"

Irie Kanata waved his hand casually, "He has quit the U-17 training camp. Although he never said so, he has always acted like a well-behaved elite student, but I always feel that he quit because he found this training camp boring. .Ah, by the way, I haven't said anything yet," he blinked, "his name is Ye Shenyue."

After chatting with Irie Zuodo, Feng He stood next to the court with a seemingly expressionless face, but in fact he was a little out of his mind.

How could he have forgotten that this is not only a world with Prince of Tennis, but also Ranma and Slam Dunk, so it doesn't seem like a big deal to have a "Kira" in this world?

No wonder!

That is a person who claims to be a god, completely different from Yukimura, who is called the son of god because of his tennis skills, and who really holds the power of life and death.

"It looks like the game is over," said Professor Saito's voice on the radio. "The winners gather after lunch and practice with the high school students. The losers go back to the dormitory to pack their bags and prepare to go home."

The coach's gentle and cold voice brought Feng He back to his senses in an instant.

Forget it, it's useless to think too much, since Ye Shenyue has left the training camp now, there should be no intersection with him after that.What's more, although he doesn't know how to evaluate this person's three views, Kira is indeed not someone who kills innocent people indiscriminately.

This kind of person who exists for a great purpose also looks down on ordinary people like him or the group of teenagers around him.

After thinking about this point, Feng He and other people who also lost went back to the dormitory to pack their things.

In addition to Li Haida, Sanada lost to Yukimura, Nioh lost to Yagyu, and Jackal lost to Marui, plus him.

Well, it happens to be a mahjong table.

However, the few people gathered in front of the bus were not in the mood to play mahjong. Even if they lost to their companions, they still felt uncomfortable after losing. They glanced at each other and seemed to have nothing to say except wry smiles.

Ren Wang put his elbow on Feng He's shoulder, "You guy, you actually did this for Chi Ye." You actually gave up such an opportunity.

Feng He glanced at the fraud master and said nothing, can I not mention it?He seemed a little regretful, mainly because he remembered what he had thought about in the car that came, digging a hole and burying himself.

"Wind." A familiar soft voice sounded.

Feng He turned his head back, "Buer?" If it wasn't for the frozen expression on his face, he would have shown a look of surprise, why would Buer be here, carrying his luggage as if he was going home.

Understanding Fenghe's confusion, Qingxue's genius explained with a smile, "I also lost the match with Yuta just now."

"……"you're lying.

"Hehe." Seeing the distrust in Fenghe's eyes, Fuji smiled, "It's like you lost to Kirihara-kun."

It was only then that Fenghe was a little stunned. After all, this is not a manga or animation with a predetermined content, but a living reality. Everyone will have different behaviors due to changes in various reasons. Not surprisingly.

"Why didn't I see you come back to collect things in the dormitory before?"

Fu put his hands on his lips, "I just talked to Yuta for a while, and when I returned to the dormitory, you had already packed your things." I was going to call Feng to stop, but when I turned around, I didn't see anyone.

"Well, let's go back together." Let's climb the cliff and sleep in the cave together, friend.

It's true that friends walk together for a lifetime!

On the return journey, the big pullers from various tennis clubs who lost due to various reasons drove all the way to the mountains.

The people in the car had their own thoughts, and they didn't notice that this was not the same road as the one they came from. Only when they came, they kept looking at Fenghe out of the window did they realize the subtle difference.

But he didn't care about this, knowing that Feng He, who was afraid that life would be difficult in the future, thought of an important thing.

Originally, according to the regulations of the system, if he didn't use the wish card, his compatibility was locked.

That's why he rushed to use the card before the national event.And in the same way, in order to gain something in the U-17 training camp or the World Cup, he must also use the wish card before the training camp.

And when Fenghe made up his mind and made all the preparations, when he was ready to use the card of rejuvenation.

The system didn't give him this chance, because the card was upgraded again, without his knowing.

This time the reminder is more vague, only one line of words is given, please open this card after the U-17 training camp starts, please rest assured that there will be no transformations that have occurred before, and it will not affect the progress of the training camp.

Looking at the handwriting on the card, Feng He almost knelt down to the system.

Sure enough, he shouldn't have half hope for the system. He had praised the system for handling the Chinese U-17 training camp before, and now he's doing it again!

However, he had no choice but to bring the card.

So now, is it time to use this card?Otherwise, if he accidentally throws the card into some ravine, he really won't be able to cry!

When he took the card out of the bag, Feng He felt that his hands were shaking, it was all right, not afraid, as he said that there would be no transformation, and the system would not want his avatar to be finished just like that.

With the idea of ​​seeing death as home, Feng He didn't dare to pull out the whole card, and opened the card with his hand in his backpack, otherwise it would be hard to explain if Bu Er who was sitting next to him saw it.

In an instant, he only felt a tingling pain in the area of ​​his right eye.

"Hmm." Covering her eyes subconsciously, Feng He snorted softly.

"Wind?" Sensing that something was wrong, Fuji immediately turned his head, "What's wrong?"

The pain lasted only for a moment, as if being pricked by a needle and then recovered immediately. The next moment, Feng He didn't feel anything abnormal, and he put down his hand with some hesitation, "It's okay, my eyes hurt just now."

"Let me see." Fuer couldn't rest assured, so he leaned over and said with concern.

Fenghe turned his head.

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