Male God Cultivation Manual

"The Japanese team won, 5-5."

Almost miraculously, Zhongdao and Fenghe even used their own strength and perseverance to tie the score with the king Germany team in this match.

The moment the referee reported the score, the audience was in an uproar.

Originally, the atmosphere at home of the German team kept changing from game to game, and this defection was also pushed to a climax at this moment.

Inspired by the never-give-up spirit of Tanejima and Fenghe, it is not only the teammates of the team, the unyielding persistence, even the audience can feel it.

After a while, the voices cheering for the Japanese team became louder and louder, too loud to be ignored.

Even among them, there are various languages ​​and various dialogues mixed in.

"Wait, aren't we here to see the world's number one German team? Why are you cheering for the Japanese team?" From every corner of the field, Lu Lu asked questions like this one after another.

"The German team played very well, but the two Japanese teams seem to be more exciting." The person who was still holding the German team's national flag replied.

"Can you put down the flag of the German team first before saying this?" Glancing at the German flag, I felt that such cheering was a bit unbearable to look directly at.

"What's the matter? Anyway, I don't have a Japanese flag." The person who changed his position unknowingly replied in such a big and general way.

Even, there is a more direct question, "Didn't you always like the German team? Why did you suddenly fall for the Japanese team?" Why do you want to sympathize with the German team inexplicably, obviously they are the world champions.

"Because there are many beautiful boys in the Japanese team." He replied with a smile, with a kind of righteousness.

"..." It seems that there is no way to refute it.

However, no matter what the reason is, the voices cheering for Tanejima and Fenghe are indeed louder and louder.

The enthusiasm of the audience is also reflected on the court.

Tanejima looked up at the auditorium during the game break, turned his head and said with a smile, "It's the first time I've seen the audience cheering so enthusiastically."

"Yeah." Fenghe straightened the wristbands on his hands. The weight had been taken out before the game, and he was still wearing them just to protect his wrists. "Everyone likes tennis very much." Driven and infected by the atmosphere on the court.

Tanejima looked at Fenghe. Because of the fierce competition, the blue-haired boy was already sweating profusely, and even his voice was a little hoarse, but the enthusiasm and persistence in his eyes never faded, "Do you also like tennis? ?” That’s why I tried my best on the field.

"I like it." Feng He nodded affirmatively, "But it's not just like it." Never, it's not just for this reason.

"What do you mean?" Taneshima didn't understand.

Feng He put down his hand, raised his eyes and looked directly into Zhong Dao's eyes, "Senior Zhong Dao, I will fight for myself in this game." At first, I simply wanted to complete the task and survive, and then I met many people, and what happened He did a lot of things, and he did his best for his companions and for Li Haida's victory.But from this game, no, it should be said that from the time he entered the U-17 training camp, he only fought for himself.

Human vitality is such an incredible thing.

The light that is closest to brilliance can burst out in an instant, and what he has to do is to hold on to that light tightly.

Never give up!

Taneshima, who didn't understand what Fenghe was carrying and was fighting, still didn't understand what he meant, but what did it matter.

Tanejima smiled, "I don't understand, but," he offered to stretch out his hand, "No matter what the fight is for, we will win this game."

Feng He reached out and clenched his fists without hesitation, and the two fists collided, "Come on!"

Standing on the court and getting ready, no matter who it is, both of them are fighting spirit.

In comparison, the faces of the two German teams who were chased all the way to the tie are not so good-looking.

As a member of the world's top tennis team, except in his own team, he has almost never suffered such a disadvantage, and he was forced to this point by a small tennis country that is not well-known in the world.

"Absolutely can't lose!" With a calm face, the high school students of the German team spoke in an astonishingly heavy tone.

"That's right!" The other middle school student replied without even thinking about it, "We must not lose to the Japanese team!" They are members of the German team, so how could they lose to such a small and backward tennis country.

Seeing that the momentum of their partners has not faded, the high school students of the German team were a little relieved, "What we have to do now is to calm down, and calm down first. In terms of strength and experience, they are definitely not our opponents. Only now can we catch up with the score. Ping, relying on momentum. But no matter how strong the spirit is, it is impossible to ignore the limits of the body. We are receiving the most top and strictest tennis training. No matter what aspect, we have no reason to lose to them!"

"I know," his partner nodded, "the game is not over yet, it's just a tie. As long as we stay calm, don't make mistakes, and suppress the momentum of the Japanese team, they will definitely not be able to win against us."

Seeing that he understood what he meant, the high school students of the German team nodded in satisfaction, "Then, let's go, and end this whole warm-up match with victory."

"Yes!" The inspired fighting spirit was passionate.

After a brief exchange between the two sides on the court, the situation on the court has become a prairie fire.

Whether it was Zhongdao, Fenghe, or the two members of the German team, they all knew it clearly.

This game is the key game that determines the outcome. Whoever wins this game can affect the trend of the game.

Therefore, both players showed a serious momentum of [-]% to carry out this game.

On the court, due to the efforts of both sides, the game became more and more exciting. Every shot and every return was like a contest of skill and spirit.

If you don't want to lose and want to win, then you have to work harder to win.

After the wonderful and wonderful collision, after shining, they began to fall into a strange stalemate.

"Whether it's Senior Kazukaze or the opponent's German team, they have already played their strengths to the extreme." Outside the court, Fuji has opened his eyes. is nervous.And this kind of nervousness was directly transmitted to the companions who watched the battle from the sidelines.

"In addition to football skills, there is also a mental competition." Yukimura also restrained his expression, "Sure enough, he is a member of the German team. When facing the counterattack of Senior Kazukaze and the others, he suppressed his anxiety and loss, which made him even more frustrated. Focus on the game."

"And have you noticed?" Shiraishi's observation on the court is quite keen. "So far in the game, the opponent's German team's serving speed has not slowed down."

Yukimura frowned slightly, "In other words, amazing staying power?"

"If this is the case, it will be a bit unfavorable to the wind." Fuji is also a little worried, not that his friend's physical strength is an obvious weakness, but because of the inevitable differences in physiology, the overall level of physical strength of high school students will be stronger than that of junior high school students .

"The opponent also has junior high school students." Yukimura pointedly pointed out the same problem that the German team faced.

"So from this point of view, the problems faced by both sides are the same." Baishi touched his chin, "There will be no big difference."

"The situation is deadlocked now." Yukimura put his hands on his chest, "We'll see if there is anything that can break this deadlock."

"It's difficult." Baishi sighed, "The game has progressed to this point, and both sides have tried their best."

As people outside the court discussed, the game has gone from a short stalemate to a long tug-of-war.

Both sides are not giving an inch, but it is not so easy to gain the upper hand in one go.

You can neither hope that the other party makes mistakes, nor do you get anxious yourself.

We can only play steadily, one ball at a time.

And this style of play consumes one's physical strength and willpower the most.

As time passed, no matter the two members of the German team, or Taneshima and Fenghe, they all fell into this unspeakable state.

"This..." Even the aggressive ghost couldn't help shaking his head, "This kind of tug-of-war is really tormenting."

"No way," even Irie didn't smile this time, "Whether it's strength or spirit, I've tried my best to fight here, and no one thought that I would enter a state of even power."

Tokugawa's eyes were still cold, "It depends on who shows the flaw first." In this situation, if there is a slight flaw, it will become an opportunity for the other party.

"Tanejima-kun shouldn't be good at this kind of tug-of-war, right?" Irie turned to look at Tokugawa. He has a good relationship with Taneshima, and he should know Taneshima's tennis better than they all.

Tokugawa shook his head, "I've never seen Ah Xiu play the game like this."

"That's true," Irie turned around, "Tanejima-kun is a talented player, and he is good at talented tennis. However," he waved a finger, "his uselessness is good for defense. But, so even if the game goes on like this, it won't have much impact on him. So, I'm a little worried about little brother Feng."

"Feng also has a strong desire to win." Ghost said with a sullen face, "Spiritually, he should not lose to the German team." He didn't say this casually, after staying in a training camp for so long , coupled with the fact that he has gone through overseas camp training, more or less, he has some understanding of this group of junior high school students.

"I'm only worried because I know this," Irie held his head and sighed, "I'm afraid that if the game continues like this, the obsession with wanting to win will become his weakness instead."

"Are you saying he will be impatient?" the ghost frowned as he spoke.

"It's hard to say," Irie shook his head, "I just know that in this situation, there is absolutely no rush." ​​As long as there is a little bit of impatience, it will become a flaw.It is definitely a good thing to be on the court to be victorious, but he is also worried that the excessive desire to win will become a burden in this game.

The ghost sighed, "I just hope the situation doesn't get worse." He wasn't too worried at first, but after being told by Irie, he also became a little worried.After all, it is the best opportunity for the Japanese team to play this game to this extent.If we can win another game from the German team, it will have an inestimable effect on the morale of the entire team, or on the official World Cup matches.

It's like a thing that had no hope at first, but it turned out to be unexpectedly smooth, and even the dawn of victory flashed, but if you missed the victory at the last moment, how hateful it would be.

While the other high school students were discussing, Byodoin Phoenix folded his arms and watched the game on the court in silence.

No one could read his thoughts from the expressionless face of this man who was like an overlord in the Japanese team.

However, the development of things often does not go as people wish. On the court, the two sides of the chess match make the situation further stalemate and collapse.

No matter which side did not want to lose, the game was completely dragged into the mud, and it became a protracted battle that neither side wanted to see.

Point by point, the score rose alternately, and every point seemed extremely difficult. Sometimes a ball was played for a long time, and the winner could not be determined.

Under such circumstances, the physical strength and energy of both parties are rapidly being consumed.

Under the strong sunlight in the Australian summer, Fenghe's team uniform has long been wet with sweat during strenuous running, and then dried by the scorching sun and body temperature, so repeatedly.

A fishy-sweet taste began to well up in the throat, and the sound of panting began to resound in the ears, and the sound became louder and louder.

Gradually, even the sound of cheering outside the field seemed to be gone.

"Germany won, 6-5."

"Can you still hold on?" During the break between the games, Taneshima gasped and asked. Although his condition was not very good, the way he looked at the wind was even more worrying.

Feng He sat on the stool, propping his head with his hands. He hadn't experienced this feeling of exhaustion for a long time, and now after sitting down, he didn't even think about it.

Hearing Zhongjima's question, he slowly raised his head, "It's okay." It's already reached this point, how can he give up lightly.

Seeing Fenghe's face, Tanejima wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything. He just threw a towel over, "Wipe off your sweat, be careful that sweat gets into your eyes and blocks your vision."

"Thank you." Feng He took the towel, wiped off the sweat on his forehead, brushed away the broken hair on his forehead, and frowned slightly.

It is indeed easy to block the sight with sweat on the hair, and his eyes are a little sensitive, so it is better to pay attention.

Putting down the towel, Feng He searched in the tennis bag, but did not find the usual hair tie.

Putting the tennis bag back, Fenghe turned to his companions who were on the sidelines, and called out, "Xingcun."

Yukimura, who was talking to Fuji, raised his head.

Feng He pointed to his forehead and made a gesture, he felt that Yukimura could understand what he meant.

Yukimura chuckled, took out his spare headband from the tennis bag, wrapped it around the tennis ball and threw it over.

This guy is really, he knows that his eyes are sensitive, and he doesn't like to use headbands on the field, and he only uses them every time as a last resort.

It's better now, and I don't even remember to bring it.

Feng He raised his hand and caught it steadily, "Thank you."

Yukimura nodded slightly, if he really wanted to thank him, he would win this match.

Looking at each other, Feng He nodded solemnly, he understood what Yukimura meant.

How could he lose this game!

After Fenghe finished arranging her hair band, the rest was almost over.

"Let's go, it's the last match!" Taneshima put down the water bottle and picked up the tennis racket.

Feng He also picked up the tennis racket and stood up, "Ah." It's the last one, and I must win.

"That's right." Unexpectedly, Zhong Dao's footsteps that entered the arena first stopped suddenly, "He Jun~"

Feng He felt that her adaptability was amazing. After listening to it a few times, she even got used to the call with the star symbol, "What's the matter, Senior Zhongdao?"

"I heard from Ah He that you used to have quite a lot of noise in tennis, didn't you realize it after catching the ball from Byodoin Temple?" Taneshima stuck out his tongue cutely, "There is no sound now."

Fenghe was stunned for a moment before realizing who was Ah He that Senior Tanejima was talking about, Senior Tokugawa?

Hmm, should I say that he is indeed Senior Tanejima? This title is quite unexpected.

Of course, Feng He, who had such a flash of thought at this moment, didn't know what Tokugawa called Taneshima.

"Well, yes." Even though he was thinking this way, Feng He still answered the question quite honestly, "I don't think playing tennis is about comparing the destructive power of the ball."

"It makes sense," Tanejima blinked at Fenghe, "but sometimes, you don't need to be so rigid."

Feng He was really stunned this time. Others' evaluation of his tennis has always been mysterious and unrestrained.Just like the moves he used before, it is as free as clouds in the sky, and as smooth as flowing water in a mountain stream, so it is difficult to deal with it.

Even after the Nationals, his tennis was improving again, exploring some of what he believed to be the origin of tennis.

It seems ordinary, but in fact, the low and hidden strength is a kind of mystery that people can't see through.

For such a long time, no one has ever described his tennis as rigid.

So, is he rigid?

In the resumption of the game, no matter how much Feng He concentrated his energy, it seemed that he had put all his attention on Gang Zhongdao's words.

Running, hitting, returning the ball, those actions that have been practiced thousands of times, sometimes there is no need to think about it at all, and the body that has formed a conditioned reflex can naturally reach that state.

No, no, not like that.

He has never limited his tennis to what kind of state, the external performance is just a form, as long as the essence remains the same, it will never change.

Just like flowing water, it is slow when the terrain is wide, and rushes when the terrain is narrow, but it still does not change its shape when it is wide or narrow.

Therefore, he should not and will not care about the appearance of the ball he hits, as long as it is the essence.

The essence... so!

At that moment, it was as if a new door opened in front of Feng He, and someone pushed behind him.

His movements have changed in subtle ways. Although there are still no special moves, it seems to give a new definition to the ordinary.

The ordinary on the surface cannot conceal the inner brilliance.

And this kind of brilliance will shine in the world arena.

"The Japanese team won, 6-6."

"Unexpectedly, I was completely wrong." Even the acting emperor Ru Ijiang watched Feng He's changes on the court with almost unbelievable eyes, "I originally thought that Feng's mentality of winning would become an obstacle in the game. Unexpectedly..." Feng was able to rebuild his tennis game on the field under heavy pressure, surpassing an unimaginable level.

"What did he do?" The ghost also showed surprise, "Although it looks the same, it feels completely different!"

"Essence!" After being surprised, Tokugawa has returned to his normal look, but his tone is a little more turbulent than usual, "He is exploring the essence of tennis."

"It's unbelievable," Irie shook his head, "I was already very optimistic about him, but did I still underestimate him?"

After the ghost gradually calmed down, he suddenly realized what a good opportunity this was, "Can the wind condition break the current stalemate?" Now that the situation has changed, will the situation of this game change?

Byodoin finally said, "It depends on whether that kid can make good use of this opportunity." Is it a flash of inspiration, or did he really push his tennis to another level?

While the high school students were surprised, the junior high school students were equally shocked.

"This is really..." After sighing for a while, Bu Er shook his head and laughed again, "Is it really worthy of being the wind?" far away.

Yukimura also sighed, "This guy doesn't know what to be afraid of." He played his own tennis recklessly in the world arena.

"Excellent!" Baishi clenched his fists. Everyone else has made such great progress, so what about him?Where is his breakthrough?

"Senior Feng..." Kirihara grasped the railing with both hands, his hands trembling a little, and after a while, he exerted a lot of force.No matter how strong the senior is, he will never give up. One day, he will surpass all the seniors and stand at the top!

Others outside the arena have noticed the change, and Takashima, who is partnering with Feng He on the arena, has also noticed it.

I really didn't expect that his casual sentence would make Feng such a big improvement.No, it wasn't his words, it should be said that Feng had reached this point by his own strength, and he just pushed him so that he could get there faster.

Ahhh, the current junior high school students are really amazing.

Since this is the case, let him, a senior, cooperate.

The cooperation of Zhongjima gave Fenghe the biggest and best chance. At the moment when the German team ball came, he saw the timing, stretched his body, and drew a perfect arc with the racket in his hand.

The tennis ball hits the sweet spot of the racket with a crisp sound.

Knowing for a long time that Feng He's tennis looks unattractive but difficult to pick up, the two of the German team are ready for battle.

Then, just as the two of the German team were making all the preparations, the yellow ball fell straight into the field between the two with a clearly visible trajectory.

You can see it clearly, you can see it clearly, but you can't receive it at all.

The two members of the German team looked at the tennis ball falling to the ground in disbelief, until the referee's voice rang in their ears, "The game is over, the Japanese team won, 7-6."

After hearing the announcement, the two turned their heads subconsciously. On the opposite side of the court, the blue-haired boy had a handsome face, with white hairbands dotted in his hair, which was the color of blue sky and white clouds.

He slowly put down the racket, and slightly parted his lips, "Still water runs deep."

This is his tennis, which seems calm and ordinary but feels unusual, just like the undercurrent of water, unassuming and not intense, but dazzing in different sensuality, restrained brilliance.

Outside the stadium, after a moment of silence, the strongest cheers suddenly broke out.

For the result of the competition, and also for the youthful demeanor at that moment, the audience was amazed.

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