Male God Cultivation Manual
Chapter 31
Fenghe had a great time in Tokyo, playing tennis every day, doing homework, and visiting attractions around Tokyo when she was free.
After getting to know Fuji, if he has time, he will take him to some interesting places in Tokyo. Fuji grew up in Tokyo and is very familiar with this place.He is a very gentle boy himself, and he has a wide range of interests, so it is quite enjoyable to play with him.
On such a day, Fenghe really has nothing to be picky about.
It's just that the doubles of Fenghe and Buer are probably too eye-catching in the club. Maybe because they have won too many combinations, especially when they are both young teenagers, it is easy to cause some people's dissatisfaction.
This day, the two had just entered the club when they were stopped by several high school students, "Are you two middle school students who have been very aggressive in the club recently?"
Feng He pretended not to hear, he felt that he was not arrogant at all, but kept a low profile, very... low profile.
Seeing Feng He bypassing the person who stopped him expressionlessly, with no reaction at all, Buer's smile, who was one step behind Feng He, suddenly deepened, and he was sure that Feng must have heard it, so he could keep his face unchanged It's really interesting when you don't hear it.
A racket was slammed against the wall, blocking Fenghe's path, "You are deaf, didn't you hear me?"
Feng He finally stopped, glanced at the few people lightly, "I heard it."
There was no ups and downs in the flat voice, and the ears of those who heard the provocation were condescending contempt, coupled with those eyes that looked like frost.
So the high school student who was blocking the way with a racket was so angry that he withdrew his racket and pointed at Feng He, "Little devil, don't be too arrogant!"
The racket stopped in front of Feng He, and he frowned slightly. He was still shocked, but subconsciously protected Buer behind him, "What are you going to do?"
The man weighed the racket in his hand, raised his chin high, "Let's play a game, and the winner will be determined in one game. The loser, get out of this club."
Bu Er would not be the person hiding behind him, he stepped forward and stood side by side with Feng He, the genius of Qingxue is very gentle, the aura around him is like a warm spring breeze, full of warmth, he is rarely angry, but not It means that he will not be angry, especially when it involves his relatives and friends, the smile on the corner of his mouth is restrained, "You are not from this club, are you?"
Feng He gave Bu Er a thumbs up in his heart, he really deserves to be a genius with excellent memory, unlike him who is not very good at memorizing faces, Bu Er pointed out that these people are not members of the club, then these people How can such a big face make people get out of the club.
Well, but the faces of these people are indeed quite big, which is not very good-looking.
Feng He didn't think there was any problem with looking at other people's faces with the aesthetics he was used to seeing the faces of these teenagers playing tennis.
The visitor was choked by Bu Er, and then shouted in a rather bravado, "Don't you dare to compare? If you don't, get out of the club now."
Feng He raised his eyebrows slightly, "Who are you?" It's really interesting, are you so sure that you can win against the combination of him and Fuji?
Bu Er smiled, but it was not as friendly as before, "Before asking others if they want to compete, at least you should report your name first, it wouldn't be rude."
The one in the lead hadn't spoken yet, and the other person he led smiled smugly, "Who are they? They are Nakamura and Ishikawa who entered the national competition last year."
Feng He was very sincere, and replied very calmly, "I haven't heard of it." He really hadn't heard of it.
The high school students surrounding the two were almost overwhelmed by Feng He's honesty, "Damn it, let's compete!" Let these two arrogant little devils understand that tennis is not for playing.
Fenghe and Buer looked at each other, then nodded, "Okay, one game will determine the outcome."
Because of the doubles performance of Fenghe and Buer in the club recently, this game attracted the attention of many people who happened to be in the club.
After this period of time, the two have cooperated very tacitly. After confirming that his side started serving, Feng He picked up the tennis ball and walked towards the serving line.
As Liu said, Fenghe is not the type to chase after people on the court, but these people are different from those in the same department or opponents on the court, it is really difficult to show mercy, so from the end At the beginning, Fenghe's serve couldn't be said to be sharp.
But such a serve was easily returned by the opponent.
The national-level doubles didn't seem to be a bluff. The two opponents cooperated very well. It could be seen that it was the result of long-term training together.Moreover, the high-speed ball of the man named Zhongchuan is a bit tricky.
"Nakamura, Ishikawa win. 1-0."
The progress of the competition seems to be verifying the complacency of the previous high school students.
"Haha, you two brats, admit defeat quickly, don't cry when you lose." The other party laughed mercilessly.
Compared with the bad intentions of the opponents on the court, many people in the off-court club played tennis with Feng He and the others, but they have a good impression of these two good-looking teenagers.
"The two of them, they won't just lose like this, right?" This was a little worried about Feng He and the others.
"No way, these two teenagers play tennis very well." Of course, there are some who are more confident.
"But the opponent is a doubles player who has entered the national competition, and they seem to cooperate very well. These two teenagers are just a temporary doubles combination in the club." There is also a little understanding, "Besides, they are still senior high school students who are older than them. ."
With the sound of discussion, the combination of Nakamura and Ishikawa scored another point.
This time, there were even more worried or other meaningful gazes from the sidelines.
Unaware of other people's comments, Feng He raised his head slightly, the young man's light-colored hair moved with the wind, "No two, the wind is blowing."
The smile on Bu Er's lips was still calm and elegant. Of course, he understood what his partner meant, "Yes, the wind is blowing." Let's have a ball.
At the moment when the ball came, Fuji hit a white whale, and the moment the ball fell into the opponent's court, it bounced back to Fuji.
Holding a small tennis ball and controlling the wind, the young man is amazing and incredible.
After a moment of silence outside the arena, there was a sudden commotion.
"Did you see it? Did you see it? That boy played tennis." It was just amazing.
"I see, I've never seen this style of play before."
The corners of Feng He's mouth twitched almost invisibly, "No, the wind hasn't stopped yet."
Bu Er's smile remained the same, "The wind hasn't stopped yet, let's play another ball."
As Budu's triple counterattack surfaced one by one, the situation on the court began to change.
"Feng and Fuji win, 3-2, exchange venues."
During the interval of the game, the two high school students from the other side got together and muttered.
"Among the two of them, the score is all due to that squinting brat."
"That's right, the one with the expressionless face, the game looks mediocre, as long as the squinting eyes can't score."
The two looked at each other with clear expressions. It was not the first time they had done such a thing.
In the restarted game, the two lured Fuji into the net. Then, Nakamura's high-speed ball aimed at Fuji's hand holding the racket, and with a heavy blow, the racket in Fuji's second hand fell in response.
"No two." Feng He was taken aback, and ran over a few steps, "Are you okay?"
"It's okay." Fuji smiled lightly, as if it was just an insignificant matter, and picked up the racket with his body, "Let's continue."
While the two were talking, they didn't pay attention, and the other high school student exchanged a smug look.
Although Bu Er said it was fine, how could Feng He not care at all? He practiced with Fuji during this period of time. On the beat, but directly hitting the wrist, its strength can be imagined.
After playing tennis for a long time, Feng He knows that some people just like to attack people's bodies and play violent tennis.
So Fenghe simply stretched out his hand, and took Buer's hand. On the young man's fair skin, the red and swollen areas were particularly eye-catching.
In an instant, the look in Fenghe's eyes changed, he looked down at Buer's wrist, and exuded a real cold breath from his whole body.
Sensing the change of Fenghe, Buer turned his head slightly, and his honey-colored hair fell down, "Wind?"
Without saying a word, Feng Hemo took out the weight from the weight-bearing wristband selected by Lihai Taisho that he had been wearing and threw it on the sidelines, then took off the wristband and put it on for Fuji. His movements were not rude, and even a little gentle It's completely different from the delicate and frosty expression.
Bu Er opened his eyes wide in surprise, and immediately, all the surprise turned into a gentle smile that flowed naturally from the corner of his mouth, "Thank you."
Feng He shook his head, "No, I'm not a super-aggressive player," he is an all-court player with both offense and defense, "However, I can trust you." It's not a question, Feng He is stating a fact.
Bu Er understood Feng He's words, and he nodded solemnly, "Leave your back to me."
The two clapped each other's hands and changed their formation again. The Australian formation has Fenghe at the front and Budu at the back.
Standing on the court with the racket in hand, Feng He's eyes, with a three-point concentration in the seven-point focus, are like a sharp knife drawn out of its sheath, unstoppable, "Offensive skills, flowing water."
He is not a master of volleying at the net, but when it comes to volleying at the net, he is also confident that he will not necessarily lose to Marui.
So, he will win!
"The game is over, Feng and Fuji won, 6-2."
Congratulations, the character fit is 50.00%, and you get a wish card.
After getting to know Fuji, if he has time, he will take him to some interesting places in Tokyo. Fuji grew up in Tokyo and is very familiar with this place.He is a very gentle boy himself, and he has a wide range of interests, so it is quite enjoyable to play with him.
On such a day, Fenghe really has nothing to be picky about.
It's just that the doubles of Fenghe and Buer are probably too eye-catching in the club. Maybe because they have won too many combinations, especially when they are both young teenagers, it is easy to cause some people's dissatisfaction.
This day, the two had just entered the club when they were stopped by several high school students, "Are you two middle school students who have been very aggressive in the club recently?"
Feng He pretended not to hear, he felt that he was not arrogant at all, but kept a low profile, very... low profile.
Seeing Feng He bypassing the person who stopped him expressionlessly, with no reaction at all, Buer's smile, who was one step behind Feng He, suddenly deepened, and he was sure that Feng must have heard it, so he could keep his face unchanged It's really interesting when you don't hear it.
A racket was slammed against the wall, blocking Fenghe's path, "You are deaf, didn't you hear me?"
Feng He finally stopped, glanced at the few people lightly, "I heard it."
There was no ups and downs in the flat voice, and the ears of those who heard the provocation were condescending contempt, coupled with those eyes that looked like frost.
So the high school student who was blocking the way with a racket was so angry that he withdrew his racket and pointed at Feng He, "Little devil, don't be too arrogant!"
The racket stopped in front of Feng He, and he frowned slightly. He was still shocked, but subconsciously protected Buer behind him, "What are you going to do?"
The man weighed the racket in his hand, raised his chin high, "Let's play a game, and the winner will be determined in one game. The loser, get out of this club."
Bu Er would not be the person hiding behind him, he stepped forward and stood side by side with Feng He, the genius of Qingxue is very gentle, the aura around him is like a warm spring breeze, full of warmth, he is rarely angry, but not It means that he will not be angry, especially when it involves his relatives and friends, the smile on the corner of his mouth is restrained, "You are not from this club, are you?"
Feng He gave Bu Er a thumbs up in his heart, he really deserves to be a genius with excellent memory, unlike him who is not very good at memorizing faces, Bu Er pointed out that these people are not members of the club, then these people How can such a big face make people get out of the club.
Well, but the faces of these people are indeed quite big, which is not very good-looking.
Feng He didn't think there was any problem with looking at other people's faces with the aesthetics he was used to seeing the faces of these teenagers playing tennis.
The visitor was choked by Bu Er, and then shouted in a rather bravado, "Don't you dare to compare? If you don't, get out of the club now."
Feng He raised his eyebrows slightly, "Who are you?" It's really interesting, are you so sure that you can win against the combination of him and Fuji?
Bu Er smiled, but it was not as friendly as before, "Before asking others if they want to compete, at least you should report your name first, it wouldn't be rude."
The one in the lead hadn't spoken yet, and the other person he led smiled smugly, "Who are they? They are Nakamura and Ishikawa who entered the national competition last year."
Feng He was very sincere, and replied very calmly, "I haven't heard of it." He really hadn't heard of it.
The high school students surrounding the two were almost overwhelmed by Feng He's honesty, "Damn it, let's compete!" Let these two arrogant little devils understand that tennis is not for playing.
Fenghe and Buer looked at each other, then nodded, "Okay, one game will determine the outcome."
Because of the doubles performance of Fenghe and Buer in the club recently, this game attracted the attention of many people who happened to be in the club.
After this period of time, the two have cooperated very tacitly. After confirming that his side started serving, Feng He picked up the tennis ball and walked towards the serving line.
As Liu said, Fenghe is not the type to chase after people on the court, but these people are different from those in the same department or opponents on the court, it is really difficult to show mercy, so from the end At the beginning, Fenghe's serve couldn't be said to be sharp.
But such a serve was easily returned by the opponent.
The national-level doubles didn't seem to be a bluff. The two opponents cooperated very well. It could be seen that it was the result of long-term training together.Moreover, the high-speed ball of the man named Zhongchuan is a bit tricky.
"Nakamura, Ishikawa win. 1-0."
The progress of the competition seems to be verifying the complacency of the previous high school students.
"Haha, you two brats, admit defeat quickly, don't cry when you lose." The other party laughed mercilessly.
Compared with the bad intentions of the opponents on the court, many people in the off-court club played tennis with Feng He and the others, but they have a good impression of these two good-looking teenagers.
"The two of them, they won't just lose like this, right?" This was a little worried about Feng He and the others.
"No way, these two teenagers play tennis very well." Of course, there are some who are more confident.
"But the opponent is a doubles player who has entered the national competition, and they seem to cooperate very well. These two teenagers are just a temporary doubles combination in the club." There is also a little understanding, "Besides, they are still senior high school students who are older than them. ."
With the sound of discussion, the combination of Nakamura and Ishikawa scored another point.
This time, there were even more worried or other meaningful gazes from the sidelines.
Unaware of other people's comments, Feng He raised his head slightly, the young man's light-colored hair moved with the wind, "No two, the wind is blowing."
The smile on Bu Er's lips was still calm and elegant. Of course, he understood what his partner meant, "Yes, the wind is blowing." Let's have a ball.
At the moment when the ball came, Fuji hit a white whale, and the moment the ball fell into the opponent's court, it bounced back to Fuji.
Holding a small tennis ball and controlling the wind, the young man is amazing and incredible.
After a moment of silence outside the arena, there was a sudden commotion.
"Did you see it? Did you see it? That boy played tennis." It was just amazing.
"I see, I've never seen this style of play before."
The corners of Feng He's mouth twitched almost invisibly, "No, the wind hasn't stopped yet."
Bu Er's smile remained the same, "The wind hasn't stopped yet, let's play another ball."
As Budu's triple counterattack surfaced one by one, the situation on the court began to change.
"Feng and Fuji win, 3-2, exchange venues."
During the interval of the game, the two high school students from the other side got together and muttered.
"Among the two of them, the score is all due to that squinting brat."
"That's right, the one with the expressionless face, the game looks mediocre, as long as the squinting eyes can't score."
The two looked at each other with clear expressions. It was not the first time they had done such a thing.
In the restarted game, the two lured Fuji into the net. Then, Nakamura's high-speed ball aimed at Fuji's hand holding the racket, and with a heavy blow, the racket in Fuji's second hand fell in response.
"No two." Feng He was taken aback, and ran over a few steps, "Are you okay?"
"It's okay." Fuji smiled lightly, as if it was just an insignificant matter, and picked up the racket with his body, "Let's continue."
While the two were talking, they didn't pay attention, and the other high school student exchanged a smug look.
Although Bu Er said it was fine, how could Feng He not care at all? He practiced with Fuji during this period of time. On the beat, but directly hitting the wrist, its strength can be imagined.
After playing tennis for a long time, Feng He knows that some people just like to attack people's bodies and play violent tennis.
So Fenghe simply stretched out his hand, and took Buer's hand. On the young man's fair skin, the red and swollen areas were particularly eye-catching.
In an instant, the look in Fenghe's eyes changed, he looked down at Buer's wrist, and exuded a real cold breath from his whole body.
Sensing the change of Fenghe, Buer turned his head slightly, and his honey-colored hair fell down, "Wind?"
Without saying a word, Feng Hemo took out the weight from the weight-bearing wristband selected by Lihai Taisho that he had been wearing and threw it on the sidelines, then took off the wristband and put it on for Fuji. His movements were not rude, and even a little gentle It's completely different from the delicate and frosty expression.
Bu Er opened his eyes wide in surprise, and immediately, all the surprise turned into a gentle smile that flowed naturally from the corner of his mouth, "Thank you."
Feng He shook his head, "No, I'm not a super-aggressive player," he is an all-court player with both offense and defense, "However, I can trust you." It's not a question, Feng He is stating a fact.
Bu Er understood Feng He's words, and he nodded solemnly, "Leave your back to me."
The two clapped each other's hands and changed their formation again. The Australian formation has Fenghe at the front and Budu at the back.
Standing on the court with the racket in hand, Feng He's eyes, with a three-point concentration in the seven-point focus, are like a sharp knife drawn out of its sheath, unstoppable, "Offensive skills, flowing water."
He is not a master of volleying at the net, but when it comes to volleying at the net, he is also confident that he will not necessarily lose to Marui.
So, he will win!
"The game is over, Feng and Fuji won, 6-2."
Congratulations, the character fit is 50.00%, and you get a wish card.
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