Male God Cultivation Manual

"Who will serve first?" Guan Yue asked confidently.

"You serve first." Feng He has no obsession with the right to serve, it doesn't matter whoever serves first.

"Then I won't be polite." Guanyue said as she tossed up the small ball, and then hit it hard with her racket the moment the ball fell.As Shiraishi mentioned before, this is a completely different momentum from the tennis court. The speed of the ball is very fast and the angle is unimaginably tricky.

Feng He looked at the ball on the ground and raised his eyebrows. If Guan Yue had the same momentum on the tennis court, he might be an extremely difficult opponent.

"Hmm, huh, huh." With a racket in her hand, Guanyue couldn't make the habitual movement of twisting her hair, but her smug laughter was the same as usual, "I don't mind saying it again, I am very confident in table tennis of."

"Good serve." Feng He also praised, Guanyue's table tennis is really good, at least among the Japanese he has played against, it is definitely one of the best, no wonder he said confidently that he would compete It's ping pong.

"Sure enough, as Shiraishi said, it's very different from the tennis court." Although Fuji said so, he squinted his eyes with a smile, and looked not worried. Since Yukimura said that he would leave it to Feng, he didn't have to worry. Then there is nothing to worry about.

However, since Guanyue is so good at table tennis, Buer is also a little curious, "How did he lose that table tennis match before?" Baishi said that Guanyue lost for other reasons, so what are the other reasons? What?

"It's Ninzu-kun's pet," Shiraishi spread his hands helplessly, "it crawled on Guanyue-kun's head."

"Iguana?" Fuji suddenly felt a little sympathetic to Guanyue, but thinking about what he did to Yuta before, it seemed that there was nothing worthy of sympathy.

"Yes." Yukimura felt a little funny when he thought of the scene at that time, "This probably belongs to the type of really bad luck."

At this time, other junior high school students saw someone competing and gathered around to join in the fun. Seeing the two people standing in front of the table tennis table, some people immediately started cheering for different objects.

"Senior Feng, come on." After training together on the cliff, Taocheng stood on Fenghe's side without even thinking about it, looking very excited and excited.

Kirihara, who had just surrounded him, immediately glared at Taocheng, not to be outdone, and shouted even louder, "Senior Feng, come on!" They are obviously from Lihai, so why are the seniors from Qingxue shouting so cheerfully.Make no mistake, it's his!senior!

"Feng's chance of winning this game is..." Gan was still calculating, but Liu had already answered for him, "[-]%."

"Huh?" Gan Wenyan looked over, "It seems that Feng is very good at table tennis." Otherwise, Lian Er would not say that the chance of winning is [-]%.

Liu nodded lightly, with absolute confidence, confidence in his companions.

On the field, the match started again, just like what Liu said, Feng He no longer held back his hands, and every beat was faster than one beat.

Different from the plain looking tennis he is playing now, Fenghe's ping-pong balls are played fast and fiercely, and the small white balls draw arcs on the table, so fast that there are almost only afterimages left.

Not showing off skills, not showing off moves, just fast, lightning-fast attack rhythm.However, Guan Yue, who played directly and confidently, was overwhelmed and chased the ball in a hurry, but he couldn't catch the small ball that he was usually able to handle freely.

This is Fenghe's attack method, it is extremely fast, it is not a show of skill, it is better than a show of skill.

"What a fierce style of play." Only then did Shiraishi realize why Yukimura said there was no need to worry. "As expected, it is the wind. Even in table tennis, it has the same momentum as on the tennis court."

Yukimura smiled as soon as the corner of his mouth was raised, and the minister's smile was a bit proud and proud, "Since Feng transferred to Lihai University, the table tennis club of Lihai University has always wanted to poach Feng to be the main force." It is said Minister Tanaka still hasn't given up yet, "If Feng had gone to the table tennis club at that time, he would probably be the one who led the Lihai Table Tennis Club to compete across the country this year."

"Hehe," Bu Er also smiled happily, "No wonder you said that as long as Feng plays, you don't have to worry." Sure enough, the outcome has been decided.

"That's right," Yukimura nodded with a smile, "so no one in the Likai Tennis Club will compete with the wind in table tennis, and neither will Sanada." No one will compete in a game that is bound to lose.

Fuji slightly turned his head to look at Yukimura, "So Guanyue happened to bump into it?"

Yukimura's smile was as gentle as Fuji's, "As I said just now, this probably belongs to the type of really bad luck."

Obviously the two roommates in the same dormitory look at each other and smile is a rare beauty, but Shiraishi rubbed his arms subconsciously, the compatibility between the two people, sometimes there is really an inexplicable feeling of compatibility.

And at this time, for some reason, he inexplicably wanted to sympathize with One Second Feng.After all, one is his friend and the other is his minister.

"Humph," Atobe, who was standing on the sidelines watching the game, snorted, "It seems that there is nothing to play in this game." He looked at the blue-haired boy with a meticulous face playing by the table tennis table, and praised him rarely. Sentence, "It's pretty gorgeous."

Shinobu next to him pushed his glasses, and complained, "Which side are you on, Atobe?" Aren't you in the same group as Guanyue, why are you praising your opponent?

Atobe glanced at him, "I can stand on whatever side I like. Do you have any objections? Huh?"

"No, no." Shinozu said that he had nothing to say, as long as Atobe was happy.

"Game over, Wind wins, 11-1."

Faced with such a result, Guan Yue stared at the scoreboard in disbelief, "This, this is impossible." How could he lose, and it was not because of other unknown reasons, "I was selected for the national team as a substitute Yes!"

Feng He put away his racket, "I'm Chinese." Who told Guan Yue to compare himself with anything, he must compete in table tennis, and he felt that he wanted to sympathize with Guan Yue month.

Guan Yue stared at Feng He with wide eyes, "Why didn't you say it before?"

Instead, Feng He was accused inexplicably, "Don't you know?" He never concealed this fact, everyone here should know it, let alone Guan Yue who likes to collect information.

"I..." Of course Guanyue knew that Fenghe was Chinese, and it was clearly written on the information he collected. The second year of junior high school was transferred from China to the High School Affiliated to Lihai University.

Although he knew it, he knew it, but when he proposed to use table tennis to decide the outcome, he was too confident and proud to forget this point.

Looking at the moon, you can tell that he knows it. Feng He puts down the racket and saves it for the next game. "That's enough." If you want to fight, then fight. challenge.

"Damn it!" After a moment of depression that was about to fall into the abyss, Guanyue revived with the indomitable spirit, "Next time, I will definitely beat you."

Feng He nodded calmly, and her light tone showed her demeanor, "I'm looking forward to it."

Coming down from the field, Fenghe and Buer and Baishi of the same team clapped their hands twice.

"Good job." Baishi did not hesitate to praise himself, "Now we have won one game first, as long as we win another game, we will win."

"Well," Feng He was also in a good mood, "Who will go first in the next game?"

"I'll go." Rare Buer took the initiative to mention playing.

"Huh? Bu Er is so active?" Bai Shi also asked with a smile.

"Hehe." Fuji smiled and didn't answer.

Feng He knew it well, if he said this, then most likely the opponent's side would be...Yuta.

"It's another brother duel." Baishi looked at the two brothers standing on the court and sighed, "The two of them played together in the knockout match before."

"Fuji likes his younger brother very much." Yukimura smiled gently, because of a certain common affinity, he quite understood Fuji's feelings for his younger brother.

"Does Yukimura have brothers and sisters?" Shiraishi asked curiously after hearing the words.

"I have a younger sister." Yukimura talked about his family with a softer smile.

"Hey, what a coincidence, I also have a younger sister." Baishi smiled, "Where is Feng? Does Feng have brothers and sisters?"

Feng He shook his head, "I am the only one in my family."

"That's such a pity." Baishi felt a little regretful. Although his younger sister would hit him occasionally, she was usually very cute.

"Although Kazun has no brothers and sisters," Yukimura's beautiful blue-purple eyes looked over, with a somewhat inconspicuous twinkle, "but these brothers and sisters like it very much."

"Is there?" Baishi opened his eyes wide, the wind looked indifferent, would these brothers and sisters like it?

"Well," Yukimura pointed to Yuta in front of the ping-pong table, "Didn't you notice, Shiraishi? Fuji's younger brother likes wind very much." Turned it over, "And my sister has been talking about him for a long time after seeing Feng once." I always remember the good-looking brother who gave her beautiful candies.

Wait, Yukimura, if you say that, Shiraishi will be misunderstood.

As soon as Feng He's words turned around in his head, Bai Shi immediately looked at him vigilantly, "I will not introduce my sister to you." That is his sister!Of course you have to like him the most!

Fenghe was almost powerless, he never thought of asking Baishi to introduce his sister to him.

He's not the kind of person who would stretch out the devil's hand to other brothers and sisters...

Is he really?

Rather helplessly sighed in his heart, Fenghe couldn't say that he didn't want to know Sister Shiraishi, as if he disliked the little girl, so he could only say euphemistically, "I'm in Kanagawa, you're in Osaka, it's okay Chance to meet your sister."

Baishi felt relieved when he heard the words, "That's right." He patted his chest in relief, "Fortunately, it's not from the same place."

I said, what kind of image do I have in your mind!You look so pleased!

It was all caused by the words of his master.

Fuhe's light blue eyes glanced at Yukimura, and he was somewhat defeated after seeing the pretty smile of the Son of God.Forget it, anyway, he won't covet Baishi's younger sister anyway, so it doesn't matter.

Moreover, if you really want to say it, what Yukimura said is the truth, he seems to be very attractive to his younger brothers and sisters.

Should he be proud of that?

Just as the few people were talking, at the ping-pong table here, the situation of the competition was about to explode.

"Brother," Yuta held the racket cautiously, "I will not lose to you."

"Hehe," Buer's smile was like a spring breeze, "Then I'll just wait and see."

After two simple sentences, the game officially started.

From serving, Yuta showed [-]% seriousness. As an athletic boy, he also played table tennis very well.The ultra-short volley in tennis, when used on the table tennis table, can often show unexpected attack methods.

What is even more amazing is Budu, no matter how well Yuta hits the ball, he can hit back with ease and calmly.

The game between the two became more and more exciting after they gradually mastered the completely different ball feel from tennis.Yuta's unyielding energy is fully reflected in the game, and his talent also gives him an excellent sense of the ball to hit wonderful shots from time to time.

It's just a pity that what he met was his elder brother. In the previous partner knockout match, Bu Er, who made the same choice as Feng He, didn't keep his hand this time. He knew that Yu Tai couldn't want him to keep everything again.So the genius who opened his eyes, stared at the direction of the ball, and played every ball seriously and sharply.

"I must win today!" Holding the racket, Yuta played the ball with extraordinary momentum.

"Sure enough, he has grown a lot during this time." Fuji slightly raised the corners of his lips, and he did not make a mistake in his decision.

"I'll let you see it!" Yuta stared at the ball, he had waited for a long time, in order to surpass his brother's day.

A sharp light flashed in Buer's eyes, "But," he quickly returned the ball and hit it where Yuta was hard to catch, "I'm still far from winning."

"The game is over, Fuji won, 11-3."

"Next time, I will never lose again." Although Yuta was a little unwilling, but more of a raging fighting spirit, "on the tennis court, I will win back." He will definitely win back.

Fuji has narrowed his eyes, and smiled happily when he heard the words, "Ah, I'm waiting for that day." He is also looking forward to Yuta's growth.

"Then what are you waiting for, let's go to the tennis court now?" Yuta immediately became excited, even if he lost in table tennis, he could still win back in tennis.

"Hehe, let's go." Looking at Yuta who was rarely interested, Fuji would definitely not refuse such a request.

The two of them didn't care about the rest of the table tennis match, they put down their rackets and walked towards the tennis court.

"Speaking of which, even if my brother is facing Shiraishi-san now, can he still win?" Yuta began to think differently, feeling that his brother had changed a lot since he came back from the cliff.

Bu Er smiled, "Maybe..."

"Maybe he can become the strongest person in Seigaku." Yuta continued to work hard, "Now he can beat Tezuka-san, right?"

Bu Er smiled, "Maybe..."

Yuta clenched his fist, "Then even Senior Feng can win?"

It is rare for Bu Er to feel that it is not easy to maintain a smile, "...Maybe..."

Looking at the backs of the two brothers leaving while chatting, Feng He shook his head, "Are you really worthy of being the best brother?" Sometimes natural black is difficult to deal with.

"But Fuji is really getting more and more confident." When it comes to winning or losing in tennis, even Shiraishi is not as sweet as usual.

"Don't worry about coaxing my younger brother." Yukimura explained to Fuji very gently.

"...Why does it feel like you haven't been comforted at all?" Baishi said with a bitter face.

Fenghe patted him on the shoulder very loyally. He had already concluded that he must have a tolerant and tolerant heart when dealing with black belly. See how determined he is now, and believe that as a roommate in the same dormitory, Xilai Joy will be felt soon.

Two wins in three table tennis matches, Feng He and the others won the game.

Although I said before that I can make a request, but in a world ruled by tennis, and the two brothers have already gone to the tennis court, the rest of the people will naturally solve this problem by playing tennis.

Shiraishi didn't play table tennis, but went to the tennis court. Even if it was a practice match, he had a good time.

There has always been an unresolved match between Fuhe and Atobe. After entering the U-17 training camp, they conducted completely different trainings respectively. Both of them wanted to know how far the other side had progressed, and it happened that the two were not around at ordinary times. A court practice, now is a good opportunity.So after the two stood on the court, they almost quickly entered the state.

The tennis court, which is always a little quiet at night in the training camp, is also extremely lively because of the influx of these teenagers.

As Feng He said, no matter how cold the weather is, as long as you move, you will be warmed up quickly.

And warm, where is it just the body?

The daily shuffling battle is still going on, and more than half of the ten days have passed before you know it, and it will soon be time for the overseas expedition team on the No. [-] court to return.

And at this moment, Sanada received a special message.

"Coach Mifune told you to make the most of this opportunity." The high school student who came to bring the letter was an old acquaintance of the junior high school students in the failure group.

"Make the most of this opportunity?" Sanada frowned, what did Coach Mifune mean by this.

Obviously, coach Sanchuan didn't explain the meaning of the message, so the message would stop there.

The meaning of the coach here is to decide who will challenge the first army according to the rankings of the qualifying matches these days. If you look at the winning percentage of the qualifying matches these days, it is obvious that the middle school students have the advantage. Logically speaking, it should be from the middle school. One who chooses challenger in life.

But coach Sanfuan told them to make good use of this opportunity. I still remember what coach Sanchuan said before they came back.

They came back for the revolution.

Sanada, who was thinking about these issues, paused as he returned to the dormitory. That is to say, it is very likely that their middle school students will not be selected to challenge the first army.

Then, let them seize this opportunity by themselves!

Be the first to act first, the revolution is about to begin!

Having made up his mind, Sanada quickened his pace a lot. The top [-] people in this training camp are obviously not easy to deal with, so the candidates to play must be carefully considered.

As long as you play, you can only win, never lose!

Just as Sanada was mentally screening out the candidates for the black-clothed revolutionary army, he was a little distracted when he was hit in the face by a pillow that fell out of the blue.

After the pillow fell, Sanada looked at the shocked and almost panicked face of Kami Konbu, "Deputy Minister, thank you for your hard work..."

"What are you doing?" Sanada's patience was not a sign of calming down, but a prelude to an explosion.

"That, that," Kirihara hurriedly explained, "I'm not the only one..." He turned his head to look, and the corridor that was bustling just now was already empty, and Kirihara had already blocked it The moment Sanada saw him, he closed the door, slipped away, and escaped without a trace, waiting for him to catch him.

"Hey!" Kirihara looked at the empty corridor with only pillows on the floor, and was shocked. There were people there just now, but they ran so fast? !

Sanada roared unbearably, "You bastard, you are too slack!"

The little kelp that was carried to the corner and knelt down curled up into a ball, and the voice of Sanada Education echoed throughout the corridor, "I will never let you go today, what place do you think this is, and what is this training camp for?" Yes. Have you forgotten why the wind kept you here? You are in the winning group, but you get carried away every day..."

So a pillow fight ended, and the only person who was punished was the really unlucky Kirihara.

"Huh?" Feng He, who had just taken a shower in the bathroom, heard Sanada's scolding voice as soon as she stepped out the door, "Is it Sanada?"

"Yeah, hehe." Yukimura looked up from the book he was reading, "I can hear it from a long distance."

Lord, you still speak the truth.

Fenghe sighed from the bottom of his heart, and was also a little curious, "What did Chi do?" which caused Sanada to be so furious.

"I don't know," Yukimura smiled, "There are too many things that Akiya can trigger Sanada's anger."

Feng He thought for a while, "It is true."

While the two were talking, there was a familiar knocking sound on the window. Feng He looked up and saw the little tengu banging on the window. He stepped forward to open the window, and the tail red flew in and landed on the table "Young master, I'm back. Ah, Master Yukimura is here too." Although he knew that Yukimura must not know what he was talking about, he still saluted both of them at the table before handing over a letter, "Sir Lord, this is Natsume-sama's reply."

"Thank you for your hard work." After He Weihong thanked, Feng He took the letter.

"The young master is always so polite," Wei Hong saluted again, "I'll go first, if you need anything, please call my name."

"Okay." Feng He nodded.

"Natsume-kun's letter again?" Yukimura asked with a smile as it was not the first time he saw such a scene.

"Ah." Feng He took the letter and sat down beside the bed.

"Are you making a pen pal?" Yukimura smiled and sighed with a bit of a joke, "Obviously you can send a message if you have a phone number."

This... Can he say that he really forgot to exchange phone numbers with Natsume?

He communicated with Natsume before because there was no phone signal on the cliff and the phone could not be charged. Later, even when he returned to the training camp, he subconsciously maintained this habit, completely forgetting that there was another possibility.

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Thanks to the little angel Ke Kemi for the grenade, thanks to Zhuqing, Yun Sijun, Keren, and the little hooligan rabbit for the mines~