Male God Cultivation Manual

After tidying up the house a little, Feng He went out.

During the final of the national competition, he always felt that his hair was wet with sweat and blocked his eyes. He thought that he would cut it off after the game when he had time. However, there was a celebration banquet and a fireworks display afterwards, so he never had time to go. Cut.

Now I'm free, so I'll cut my hair first, and then I'll go to the sporting goods store to get a new racket.

Although the previous racket was very good, it was customized according to his previous data. Now almost half a year has passed. As a teenager, he has been growing. He also knows that many of his statistics have changed, and it is not particularly suitable to use the previous racket.

Moreover, it is said that the sporting goods store in Tokyo is bigger and more complete than the one in Kanagawa. He also wants to go and see if he can find a new racket he likes.

After cutting her hair short, she really felt much refreshed, and Feng He strolled into the sporting goods store in a rather happy mood all the way.

I don't know if it's because this is a world dominated by tennis, or a world ruled by sports. The sporting goods stores in Tokyo are indeed much larger than those in Kanagawa, and the items are also very complete.

Not only did Fenghe successfully pick out his favorite new racket, but he also bought new tape, sportswear, wristbands... and finally went home with big bags on his back.

Once again, I feel that he is an athletic boy and has a lot of strength, but when he returned to Kanagawa, some old things probably had to be packed and sent back, otherwise he really couldn't send so much luggage home.

A good night's sleep.

In addition to playing in Tokyo, finding a new tennis club is also a top priority.

Even during the summer vacation, Feng He would not and would not dare to relax a bit. Apart from his own tasks, he also did not want to be punished by Vice Minister Sanada after returning to school.

Really, the deputy minister has become more and more tyrant recently. Although he hasn't developed the habit of being slapped frequently, it will probably be inevitable after Yukimura gets sick.

In order to protect his current face, he dare not relax in the slightest.

If you are beaten black and blue, you will not be sued at all.

He still has to do the task, isn't he pretty with a bruise on his face?

Huh?But maybe it's another kind of Su with some scars?

Stop and stop, don't let your thoughts slip into the abyss.

The new tennis club was not too far from youth, and it was the best tennis club in the neighborhood.

Of course, this decision was not made because of the future director of Qingxue. Although Tezuka is very good-looking, Feng He prefers Fuji.

Although with his current position and status, it might not be easy to find any opportunity to strike up a conversation with the Zhengxuan of Qingxue, but if he can meet by chance, he might know him.

People have to live with dreams!

Tennis clubs in Tokyo are not much different from those in Kanagawa. Practicing against the wall alone can get boring very quickly.

Tennis, of course, is only fun if you play it. Fenghe is now completely led by the group of people who decide the outcome of each game in Lihai University, and soon registered at the club to start the game.

There are a lot of people playing tennis in this world, and there are quite a few of them at a high level.

But it's just an ordinary club, and many people haven't received professional training. Of course, it's not as good as Feng He, who was born in the strictest army in the country like Lihai University.

It's just that it's not an official game now, and Fenghe doesn't have Sanada's obsession to win cleanly when he goes on the court. He is serious but doesn't force his opponent, so he can easily win the opponent's favor.

So soon after chatting with Feng He, someone said that in their tennis club, there is another boy who also plays tennis very well, who looks about the same age as Feng He.It's just that the boy always came to the club in the morning, and Feng He only came in the afternoon, so he never ran into him.

A boy who is about my own age and also plays tennis very well. In Tokyo, he is either Seigaku or Hyotei's main choice.

Although I don't know who it is, Feng He is still very interested in watching it. After all, I'm used to seeing people of different ages in the club during this time, and it's rare to hear someone who is close in age.

So the next day Fenghe deliberately changed the time and came to the tennis club in the morning.

Probably because he is rarely diligent?Or for some other reason, this approach brought Feng He a huge surprise.

Feng He leaned against the door with his arms folded, calmly looking at the honey-haired boy who was doing exercises against the wall.

The boy in the second year of junior high school is still a little childish compared to the third year of junior high school. He has a beautiful appearance, so he is even more cute. The appearance of practicing against the wall seriously makes people's hearts soften.

It turned out to be the same?It turned out to be the best!

So should he buy a lottery ticket today to see if he can win?

Even if he has concentrated his energy in practice, his sense of genius is still keen. Being stared at so intently by someone, he still feels different.

After catching the ball bouncing off the wall, Fuji turned around and met a pair of light blue eyes.

Buer's own eyes are a very beautiful blue color, like the color of the deep sea, and the color of these eyes is lighter than his, so light that it even feels almost transparent.When looking at people so straightly, it is easy to think of adjectives such as sky.

Fuji was slightly taken aback, not because of anything else, but because he knew this person. In the Kanto competition, he was Lihai University's singles second.

"Big Lihai, Lord Feng?" Fuji asked, the young man's voice was soft, but not completely soft and kind.

Although it was only on the playing field, Li Haida was indeed Qingxue's opponent.

The blue-haired boy leaning against the wall moved. The indifferent man spoke very politely, "Did I disturb Fuji-kun?"

Bu Er is not a stingy person, since the other party is so polite, the little bit of hostility naturally dissipated without a trace, and the arc of the corners of his lips softened a lot, "No, Feng Jun is very quiet." It's just Watching quietly, without feeling disturbed at all.

Feng He nodded, "Your practice just now is very interesting, if it's convenient," he said lightly the strike-up that is applicable to all teenagers playing tennis, no, invite, "Let's play a game?"

Buer suddenly opened his eyes, and the blue like crushed ice flowed out, and the warm aura like a spring breeze transformed in an instant.

Two pairs of blue eyes of different shades faced each other, and after a while, Bu Er bent back his eyes again, "Okay."

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