Male God Cultivation Manual

In the quarter-finals, the Japanese team defeated the French team, which was ranked first in the previous world rankings, and advanced to the semi-finals.

Of course, this game has also become one of the biggest upsets of this U-17 World Cup.

Seeing the uncontrollable joy of other people on the edge of the court, Feng He calmed down again after being happy.

There are at most two games left in the semi-finals and finals, and the World Cup. He doesn't know how things will go, but after the announcement just now, he has a strange feeling in the dark.

No matter how far the Japanese team can go, what awaits him in the end is only the last game, which is also the most critical game for his mission.

So the previous excitement gradually settled down, and the waiting process was the process of the flames under the ice gradually burning.

It can't be so hot that there are only ashes left in the end, and it can't be so cold that there is no spark.

All you need is to sink down slowly, quietly look forward to it, and wait for the last day.

Melbourne at night is completely different from the hustle and bustle of Tokyo, not even as lively as Kanagawa. After nightfall, the city is quiet except for the dots of lights, and there is even a feeling of silence.

Under the night sky with clear stars and moons, Fenghe deliberately found a corner with no one to practice against the wall. Although this kind of practice is the most boring, listening to the sound of tennis balls can calm people down and make them feel better. He can think.

Only when you have seen it on the field of the world, you will know the vastness of the world, and the road of exploring tennis will never end.

Feng He's movements are not intense, he only faithfully returns the incoming ball one by one, but if you look carefully, you will find that each of his balls hits the same point, with imprecise ball control ability and steady spirit can't do it.

Controlling the rhythm of breathing and running, even if one person does the most boring exercises, in the eyes of others outside the court, there is a strange and unique sense of rhythm and beauty.

At some point, a spectator stood outside the court, quietly watching the blue-haired boy on the court.

After a long time, Fenghe finally stopped and reached out to catch the tennis ball bouncing off the wall, ready to rest for a while before continuing.

"Let's play a game." From behind, a familiar voice sounded out of unfamiliarity.

Feng He turned around in surprise, under the not-so-bright street lights, the black-haired, black-eyed boy smiled brightly, and when he saw Feng He turning his head back, he blinked narrowly at him.

Is it Gu Chi?when did he come

The doubts in his heart flashed away, Feng He moved his eyes to the racket that Gu Chi was holding, and then nodded, "Okay."

Although the appearance of this person who claimed to be his childhood sweetheart made him feel hard to explain, but he was still very curious about what kind of tennis Gu Chi could play.

He has a feeling that Gu Chi's tennis is definitely not bad.

A practice match doesn't last long.

After it was over, Gu Chi had put on a quite sad expression, "Xiao He, this is too much, I haven't seen you for so long, and you are showing no mercy."

Feng He ignored him, and went straight to the side of the court to wipe his sweat and drink water. Gu Chi was ashamed to say that he didn't show mercy, and he didn't show any mercy when he fought himself. Know who wins this game.

Seeing that Feng He didn't answer him, Gu Chi didn't care, and walked over as soon as he clipped the racket, and said cheekily, "I didn't bring a water glass."

Feng He wanted to pretend that he hadn't heard of it, but no matter what, he was a rare Chinese who met in a foreign country, and they only played tennis together.So Feng He still rolled his eyes from the bottom of his heart, poured a glass of water and handed it to Gu Chi.

Gu Chi took the water glass and laughed, the inexplicable laughter made Feng He look sideways, what's wrong?There is still something new waiting to be staged.

Unexpectedly, after drinking the water, Gu Chi asked a shocking question, "Xiao He, you still don't remember who I am?"

Feng He looked over suddenly, but Gu Chi didn't look at him, but played with the cup in his hand, "Actually, I already knew it, and I haven't had any contact for such a long time. After meeting, I looked at me completely as a stranger The appearance of a person." But he just couldn't help it, and treated him with the most intimate attitude.

Under the dim light, the black-haired boy with no exaggerated expression lowered his head slightly, looking a little lonely.

Feng He frowned slightly, and said subconsciously, "I'm sorry." Although, it wasn't his fault, he still did it subconsciously.If, as Gu Chi said, they grew up together, how lonely the forgotten person would be.

Gu Chi raised his head in surprise, and after meeting Shang Fenghe's gaze, his expression was a bit weird, as if he wanted to hold back a smile but couldn't help it anyway.In the end, Xi Jing Gu no longer planned to embarrass himself, and laughed out loud with his stomach in his hands, "Haha, you don't forget about your own amnesia, do you? And how did you lose your memory? Oh oh, yes , you have lost your memory, so how can you remember?" Xiao He is still Xiao He, even if she has no memory, she is still the same as before, nothing has changed.

Feng He also knew that the way he looked at Gu Chi was unusual, and then his face darkened, "What's going on?"

Seeing Feng He's appearance, Gu Chi finally stopped laughing, and then flicked his eyes from side to side but didn't dare to look at Feng He, "That's right, that...isn't that the case..."

Feng He rolled her eyes greatly in her heart, what is going on, you should tell me.

Xi Jing Gu was a bit twitchy at this time, but under the baptism of Feng He's cold gaze, he spoke as if pouring beans from a bamboo tube.

According to Gu Chi, this actually happened before Feng He came to Japan. He was accidentally hit by Gu Chi's ball and fainted.

After waking up, although there was nothing wrong with the person, he lost part of his memory.

But at that time, there was a rush, and no one carefully investigated what Feng He had forgotten, so it was fine if it didn't affect ordinary people.

But when Gu Chi went to visit, he found that Feng He didn't know him anymore. He knew that it was absolutely impossible for Feng He to be angry because of this kind of thing, so he really forgot.

This guy felt guilty and flustered and didn't have time to explain anything. When he figured it out before going, Feng He had already gone to Japan.

It was very simple to say, but Gu Chi talked about it for a long time, and there were various apologetic psychological activities mixed in it.

"That's it," Gu Chi lowered his head and pointed at his fingers, "I really didn't mean it, I'm sorry." He didn't mean to explain at the time, he was really flustered and guilty, and after meeting Xiao He's cold gaze, Subconsciously, I can't say anything.

Of course, he would never admit that he was cowardly at that moment.

Seeing this guy pretending to be pitiful, Feng He wanted to twitch the corners of his mouth, but just as Gu Chi was narrating, he also just learned the truth from the system, so he replied calmly, "I I know." On the court, accidents are unavoidable, and he was not someone who would care about such things.What's more, this incident couldn't be completely blamed on Gu Chi, it was a setting modified by the system to rationalize his existence.

Just like he would receive letters from the U-17 training camp in China before, as Feng He becomes more and more real, his past will gradually surface.

There is a past, a present, and a future, and this is a complete person.

But in the past two years, he seemed to be cut off from the past, which is why he had this bloody amnesia plot, connecting it all together.

Feng He has no doubt that if he really completes the task and becomes a real and actual person, then he will definitely remember everything before the age of 14.

If it’s not finished, well, why would you want to think about it so much when everyone is hiccupping.

Hearing Feng He's answer, Gu Chi raised his head suddenly, and hung it on Feng He with extremely skillful movements, "Xiao He, have you forgive me?" He blinked his eyes like a puppy.

Feng He picked up the collar of the man and tore him off, "It's not your fault, you don't need to forgive." This is the fault of the system, but he is still not used to someone hanging on him at every turn, even though King Ni would occasionally This habit, but the degree of familiarity is still not the same.

After being torn apart, Gu Chi persevered and rushed over again, but was stared coldly by Feng He.

Knowing that Feng He is actually not used to being so close to strangers, but now that he is also included in the ranks of strangers, it makes Gu Chi feel unhappy.

If the baby is wronged, the baby will not say it, because it is the baby's fault.

Gu Chi stopped his movements pitifully, "Okay then," and then stared aggrievedly, "I'm going back to China with the representative team. Will you go back to China after the World Cup?" He was happy again as he said that Get up, "It should be the graduation season in Japan, there should be time."

Feng He shook his head, "I don't know yet, let's talk about it after the World Cup."

"That's it," Gu Chi didn't feel frustrated, but rummaged through his tennis bag, found a piece of crumpled paper, wrote a lot of things on it, and stuffed it into Feng He's hand , "This is my contact information, add it all, add it all, don't lose it."

The moment Feng He looked down, Gu Chi jumped up suddenly, "Oops, it's time for bedtime roll call, if you are found not in the dormitory..." He said his face changed, grabbed the tennis bag and He ran, and shouted loudly while running, "Xiao He, come back to China quickly, my child and I will wait for you!"

Feng He almost couldn't hold back and rolled his eyes to the sky, what a stroke of genius, student Gu Chi, you are such a good showman, does the person you like know?

But roll call at bedtime or something, really has Chinese characteristics.I also want to know, after all, they are still middle school students, so of course they should be stricter.

It's just a little bit of a little bit of luck that I'm not in the Chinese team, isn't it too inappropriate?

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