Male God Cultivation Manual

Feeling wrong, Fenghe stopped for a while, "The place you aimed at is my body?" Just to let out that breath?

Kobayakawa smiled arrogantly, "I finally found out, as long as I can win, who cares where I fight." Such a rookie should be taught a lesson.

Feng He frowned slightly, trying to reason with the other party, "It's wrong for you to do this, even if you want to win, you shouldn't attack the other party's body."

"Whispering!" Kobayakawa was impatient for a long time, and the opponent continued to reason. He hit the opponent's head with another ball, and this time, for some reason, the ball landed It was extremely precise.

Feng He looked at the oncoming tennis ball, facing his face. As a person who just got started with tennis, he had not yet established the consciousness of using a racket, so he subconsciously dodged to the side, and the tennis ball rubbed his cheek. However, the wind even stirred up a few strands of hair before they slowly fell down.

"Kobayakawa won, 4-3."

Since it is so!

Just let the other party see what the boy who exploded the audience is!

Feng He picked up the tennis ball on the ground, and the next game will be his serve.

Holding the ball and standing on the bottom line, the boy's indifferent expression was still calm, and his face did not change half of his face because of the opponent's attack, "I thought you would always realize that this is wrong, until you feel the same Time will stop." Throwing the tennis ball high, Feng He's eyes changed, "But, I seem to be wrong." He hit the ball back fiercely into the opponent's court.

"Game over, Wind wins, 6-4."

Feng He put down his racket and waited for a long while, but he didn't hear the system prompt that the task completion was improved.

ORT, with such a pose in his mind, he has already plagiarized even the words of Bu Er, isn't it enough Su?

In other words, this kind of opportunistic method will not work even if it is Su, or is it not good for the characters related to the plot?

It seems that the task is not so easy to complete.

Sighing in the bottom of my heart, Feng He walked off the stage with a blank expression, and Matsumoto, who had been cheering Feng He on the sidelines, immediately greeted him, "Senior Feng is so amazing!"

It was really amazing, although it was not obvious in the first half, but when it got serious in the second half, Kobayakawa-senpai had no power to fight back at all.

Feng He nodded, quite pretending, "It's nothing special, the other party lost to me."

"Senior, what are you talking about?" Matsumoto felt that he didn't understand.

"It's nothing." Don't ask him, he doesn't know what he's talking about, if he can easily become the boy who exploded the audience, he won't have to work so hard, "You are the next game, come on."

"Okay, thank you senior, I will work hard." Matsumoto clenched his fists and walked onto the court with the racket.

Unfortunately, it didn't take long for him to lose out in despondency.

Matsumoto's opponent in the competition is Chiya Kirihara, a first-year student.

"Don't cry." Feng He looked at the young boy in front of him, feeling very headache. He had a good impression of the warm and friendly Matsumoto. Now he watched this 13-year-old boy wipe away his tears, but he didn't know why. It's good to do it.

It's nerve-wracking, he has no experience in coaxing people like this.

"But, it's too embarrassing. I can't even catch a single ball." Matsumoto didn't want to cry. He also knew that Kirihara Akashi was also very good, but he started learning tennis since elementary school, and for this reason, he deliberately entered the national No. 6 tennis court. Li Hai was studying at University, but couldn't catch a single ball, and was directly drawn to 0-[-], which was really embarrassing.

But it's useless to cry if you can't catch the ball, Feng He suppressed the remark that almost blurted out, no, he is a gentle boy now, so he can't say that.

then what should we do?

After thinking about it, Feng He sighed slightly, "I'll teach you to hit back." Xiao Haitao's serve is very sharp, but with his current dynamic eyesight, he can see clearly, so it should be possible to simulate it.

"Eh?" Matsumoto suddenly raised his head, "Senior Feng..."

After saying it, Fenghe felt that it should be so. He nodded affirmatively, and walked into the field with the racket first, "Come on."

Matsumoto hurriedly followed.

Today's intramural qualifying matches are all over, and the court is empty, just in time for use.

Feng He picked up a few balls and put them in the trouser pocket of his team uniform, then stood outside the serving line, "Serve first." He recalled Chiya Kirihara's serve, and then threw the tennis ball. Kamigirihara landed on Matsumoto's court at almost the same speed.

Matsumoto was stunned.

Feng He took out another ball, "Don't be in a daze, focus on it, it's impossible to catch it without the ball, his ball is very fast, and he has added spin, but if you pay attention, every serve has a trace Find." The current little kelp has not yet evolved to the extent that it can despise most people on the battlefield.

"Okay, okay." Matsumoto came back to his senses, held the racket and made a good posture. Feng Xuechang is such a good person, he can't let his senior down, he must work hard.

Seeing Matsumoto's hard work, Feng He raised the corners of his lips almost invisible, and threw the yellow ball again.

In this way, one of the two people taught seriously, and the other studied hard. Although Matsumoto still couldn't catch the ball every time, occasionally, he could run in the right direction.

"Senior Feng, I caught it!" The young boy shouted happily on the court.

Yes, you caught it, but the ball flew to an unknown distance.

Fenghe looked at the direction of the tennis ball, felt the urge to touch his forehead, resisted it, and turned to look at Matsumoto, "Shall we come again?"

"Okay!" After gaining the confidence that he could catch the ball, Matsumoto's eyes sparkled, and he seemed eager to try.

At this moment, a voice that was still childish but more arrogant than Kobayakawa rang out, "That transfer student who just came today, are you imitating my serve? Do you think my serve is very good?"

Feng He turned his head following the sound, and Kirihara Chi, who was only one year old, was also carrying a racket. His kelp-like hair was standing upright, standing there without making a sound, he could interpret two words - provocation.

But you are too confident.

Feng He pressed the complaints to the bottom of her heart, and on the surface she remained calm and indifferent, "Yes."

Kirihara Chi also took a few steps with his racket on his shoulders, "Since you like my serve so much, although I'm not interested in your slow and uncharacteristic tennis, I can also play with you." field."

Whoever plays slowly and has no characteristics, you know that the boy said this kind of thing that hinders me from doing the task!

Although she was rolling her eyes from the bottom of her heart, Feng He still maintained a normal expression of indifference on the surface, "You want to fight me?"

"How, are you afraid?"

"No," Feng He shook his head very sincerely, still with the same expression, "You can't beat me now." He also watched Qiehara's match just now, although Xiao Haidai didn't show his full strength, But neither did he, he was still using his left hand.As a person whose mission is to explode the audience, how could he lose here.

Feng He's tone was very light, so light that it was almost impossible to hear any emotion, on the contrary, it made Kirihara seem to be making trouble with a child. Under Matsumoto's adoring eyes, Kirihara Chi was also angry. He was not a very calm personality in the first place. people.

Pointing at the racket, Kirihara stared fiercely at Feng He, "I want to crush you!" Then he rushed into the field and pushed Matsumoto away, "Get out of the way."

"Senior Feng." Matsumoto looked at Fenghe worriedly. He knew that the senior was very good, but Kirihara was the one who challenged the seniors of the previous term in the Tennis Club of Lihai University and won. Can Senior Feng really win?

"It's okay." Feng He shook his head at Matsumoto reassuringly, "Look carefully." See how he responded.

Matsumoto was stunned for a moment, and then a warm current surged in his heart. He was a kind and good boy, and he could feel the kindness of others.

Senior Feng looked very indifferent, but he felt really gentle, and he still didn't forget to tell him this at such a time.

The more he could sense the intentions of his seniors, the more worried Matsumoto was standing on the sidelines of the court.

Just as Matsumoto was worried, the match between Fuhe and Akaya Kirihara began.

"You serve first." Feng He nodded to the young boy standing across the net.

Akari Kirihara is not polite, whoever just opposite is imitating his serve, let him see his real serve.

Thinking of this, Kirihara tossed the tennis ball and headed towards Feng He with a faster and more powerful serve than when he was playing against Matsumoto just now.

Feng He had already become familiar with his body's instincts in the match against Kobayakawa just now, even if Kirihara's serve was good, he would quickly run to the point where the ball landed and deal with it calmly.

"It's not as vulnerable as it looks." Kirihara's words are not compliments, "But the more this is the case, the more interesting it will be when I defeat you!"

Feng He ignored him, with his ability to complain (?), if he really opened his mouth, it would be out of control.

He smashed fiercely and aimed at Kirihara's bottom line. He is now more serious than Kobayakawa.

Of course, Qieyuan Chi is also the type who gets stronger when he meets the strong. Feng He is serious, and he doesn't give up. When he misses a ball again, Xiao Haitao's eyes start to turn red, and the devil Chi also begins to show signs.

At this time, Feng He also gradually felt the pressure, and the demonized Kirihara, both in speed and strength, had improved to a higher level.

"Wait." Feng He paused the game.

"Why, are you going to admit defeat?" Kirihara didn't intend to stop the game, since he chose to start, let him completely defeat him.It's just that if you don't fight like this, it's really contemptuous.Kirihara's gaze was full of contempt.

"No." Following Feng He's words, the racket in his left hand drew a perfect arc in the air and fell into his right hand, "Let's start."

So, am I Su enough?

no response.

Well, it seems that's not enough.

"It turns out that you are holding the racket with your right hand, but no matter which hand you have, it will defeat you!" The demon Kirihara licked his lips.

The restarted game attracted the attention of Yukimura, Sanada and Yanagi who had already changed their clothes and were about to leave.

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