Male God Cultivation Manual

Time passed like flowing water, smooth and fast, so fast that people couldn't grasp it.

In the semi-finals of the U-17 World Cup for the Japanese representative team, Fenghe didn't have his turn to play, and it was rare for him to sit on the bench.Finally, not only the entire representative team, but also Feng He ushered in the final day.

Tomorrow is the final of the entire World Cup, and it is also the decisive battle for the success of the Fenghe mission.

Not only is it a matter of success or failure, but it is also a matter of life and death. Even if the nerves have been trained to be as strong as the wind, it is inevitable that there will be tension.

In order to keep energetic, Feng He went to bed early in the morning, but he didn't actually fall asleep, turned over on the bed, and simply sat up.

His roommate hasn't come back yet, and he doesn't know where he went to practice. It shouldn't be too late, anyway, he doesn't feel sleepy anymore, so it's better to have a rare indulgence and go for a night swim.

On the last night, I just fell asleep like this, and I always felt... a little pity.

As for where to go?

Feng He thought about this important question while changing clothes.

You can't go to the rooftop, it's Yukimura's territory, he doesn't want to run into his owner by chance today, and he doesn't want to go to the stadium, maybe someone is practicing, and he doesn't want to fight with others.

After thinking about it, Fenghe simply changed his shoes and went downstairs directly, and walked out through the hotel gate.Since I can't go anywhere, I might as well press the road.It seems that most people in the representative team don't have the hobby of hanging out on the side of the road.

Since coming to this world, Feng He felt that he rarely had such leisurely time.You must know that in his previous life, he was also a family who liked to go shopping.Thinking about it now, it seems like a long time ago.

He has long been used to everything being Fenghe, practicing, studying, and having fun with his friends, responding to various inexplicable requests from the system from time to time, and testing the tenacity of his heart and the solidification of his face by the way.

I feel that every day is busy and fulfilling, so it seems that there are very few times when I can walk around leisurely and do nothing.

Australia has a maritime climate, the wind is very strong at night, and the temperature has dropped a lot.

Just as Feng He came out of the hotel, a cool breeze passed by, and he felt that the pores of his whole body were comfortably opened.

"It's such a comfortable evening breeze." Feng He brushed his hand through the hair that was blown by the wind, and murmured, "It's really right to come out."

Blowing such a refreshing wind, it seems that the mood is also refreshing and clear.

Sure enough, is he really a boy named after the wind? He really likes the wind.

The roadside at night is very quiet, very suitable for a quiet walk alone, think about it, and settle down your thoughts.

With his hands in his trouser pockets casually, Feng He's footsteps were unhurried and leisurely.

He has made all the preparations, and he has paid for all the efforts.

He came to this world, stayed in this world, tried his best, and got the greatest return.

No matter what the result is tomorrow, he will not regret it.

In this way, it seems that it should be satisfied?

Feng He stopped and looked up at the sky.

In the night sky, the stars and the moon are shining together, it seems unimaginably far away, but also seems close enough to be touched.

For thousands of years, tens of thousands of years, and hundreds of millions of years, these galaxies have witnessed everything, mysterious and brilliant, warm and cold.

Night Breeze lifted the broken hair on the young man's forehead, his eyes reflected the starry sky, but it was more gorgeous than the starry sky.

By the way, he remembered why he felt dissatisfied.

He still doesn't want to die, but wants to live a good life. Only those who have died once can realize the preciousness of life, and for this preciousness, he is willing to use all his strength to seize that elusive moment.

Although, the system had already reminded Fenghe that he would never go back to the previous world.

A person is dead when he dies, and no matter how omnipotent the system is in this world, it cannot bring him back to life in that world.

But, so what, even if he can only live in other worlds, as long as he exists, then the world is real.

What's more, there are many warmth in this world that people can't let go, those people, those things, and those possibilities that he hasn't had time to explore.

He wants to stay in this world, and wants to go to tomorrow with them.And the basis of this is the unimaginable but necessary task.

So, tomorrow, he will definitely win.

For myself, and for all the people who love him and his loved ones!

In the early morning of the next day, after a good night's sleep, Fenghe woke up refreshed.

Pushing open the window of the hotel, the morning breeze blowing towards our face seemed to be dancing with cheerful melody. The sun was shining brightly and the sky was clear, which was a good weather for tennis games.

"Feng, let's go." Atobe shouted back as he put his tennis bag on his back.

"Here we come." Feng He closed the window, collected all his thoughts, and now only focused on one thing - to win the game and survive.

After repeated hard work, the U-17 World Cup finally ushered in the final.

This game is more important than all the games that Fenghe and the others have experienced, and it is also more exciting than all the games they have experienced.

The audience outside had already started to enter the arena. There were bursts of cheers. Some people in the audience were shouting the names of the two teams in unison. The people in Japan who supported them.

Such an atmosphere made everyone nervous or excited, consciously or unconsciously. Even Byodoin Phoenix had an expression like ice and snow on his face, but his eyes were burning.

Only coach Sanfuan, who was still so sloppy, drank the wine in the wine gourd in a leisurely manner, and announced the order of appearance loudly.

When Feng He heard his name, his heart skipped a beat, which was surprisingly familiar.Although the place where his name appeared didn't really surprise him, it really looked like a complete circle, starting with three singles and ending with singles three.

Since he has started everything in this world with singles three, it is perfect to end it with singles.And his strength is now worthy of this arrangement.

"Are you all ready?" Coach Sanchuan put down the wine gourd in his hand and asked loudly.

He was greeted by passionate shouts from everyone on the team.

"Live, or die." Coach Sanchuan pointed to the direction of entry, "Go."

To live, or to die?

Almost invisible, Feng He raised the corners of his lips, it wasn't a smile, it was better than a smile.

He really liked that statement.

The World Cup finals still started with two doubles matches. The second doubles match was won, but the first doubles match was extremely difficult. Seeing that the match was coming to an end and it was almost his turn to play, Feng He took out a tennis racket from his tennis bag, Start tidying up the network cables leisurely.

Among a group of cheering or nervous teenagers, his movements are particularly eye-catching, calm, calm and elegant.

It was as if even time couldn't help but want to treat this young man kindly, and it passed by him very slowly.

Yukimura, who was standing beside Feng He, originally turned his head to say something to He Feng He, but when he saw his appearance, he didn't speak, but slowly frowned.

The sight of the Son of God is not something people can turn a blind eye to. Sensing someone's gaze, Feng He raised his head and was a little puzzled when he saw Yukimura's appearance, "What's wrong?" Why is Yukimura looking at him like that.

The blue-haired boy's eyes were clear and cold. When he looked at people seriously, it seemed that people were reflected in the sky.

Yukimura shook his head, "It's okay, are you ready to play?" Today's wind is a bit unusual, but Yukimura didn't ask too much, he can also see that although it is different from usual, the wind is in good condition. Now that he is about to play, everything else can wait until after the game is over.

Anyway, he wanted to have a good talk with Feng a long time ago. After the game, everyone is free, isn't it?

Feng He nodded slightly, "It's ready." No matter what kind of preparations, he was ready.

Unexpectedly, Yukimura asked back, "What are you ready for?"

Feng He was startled, then looked down at his hand holding the racket tightly, thinking... holding all the future.

This is his future!Write your own destiny!

Feng He's eyes changed in an instant, he raised his head, looked directly into Yukimura's eyes, his aura was surging like a storm in a moment, and he said, "Go and win!"

"Okay," Yukimura said with a satisfied smile, "Go." Go and win the game.

After hearing the announcement on the radio that the game was about to start, Feng He got up and took the racket and walked onto the court to start his first and last singles game after entering the U-17 World Cup finals.

In fact, before the start, Feng He always thought that no matter what happened to him, he would be more or less nervous, but he didn't expect that until this moment, he found that his mood was calmer than he imagined.

He has done all the hard work, and he has tried his best to make up for all the regrets, whether he is satisfied or not, but for all the results, he must use the greatest courage to accept them.

So in the end, when I come here, I only have to bring everything I have learned in the past two years, the love for tennis, the bond with my peers, and even those people I know or non-human beings who are far away from home. expectations and goodwill.

Only these warm things accompany him, and he will give it a go in this world's arena.

Tennis is not for hurting people, let alone killing, nor is it something so heavy that he can't afford it.Tennis, in their eyes and in their hearts, should never be something that is tainted with haze.

When you are a teenager, even if you cry, you still have to face the sun.

This is the tennis he pursues, which cannot be shaken and will not change.

"It turned out to be a junior high school student." The high school student on the opposite side of the net, although not arrogant, was not pleasant either.He never expected that in this crucial game, there would be a junior high school student playing as a single.

Feng He didn't have the slightest emotional fluctuation, and his cold expression remained the same as before, "Let's save this sentence until after you win."

After finishing speaking, Feng He didn't say much, and stood directly on the serving line, like so many times in the past, tossed the yellow ball high, and the game began.

This match was more difficult than any match he had ever played, and the strength of the opponent was beyond all imagination.

But it is like step by step, no matter what the opponent is, he is always neither arrogant nor impatient, neither fast nor slow, he will not want to follow the opponent's rhythm, on this court, now, no matter who the opponent is, he has to follow him to the rhythm.

At this moment, he is the king on the field!

The author has something to say:

Seeing a lot of little angels saying they want to watch high school life, it seems that everyone likes Xiaofeng very much, very happy author~

Thank you Huaijin for throwing a rocket launcher, Mu Chuqing for throwing a grenade, Hongming for throwing a mine, Mu Chuqing for throwing a mine, Fanxing for throwing a mine, Fanxing for throwing a mine, Yu Yu The water threw a mine.