Male God Cultivation Manual

The seniors of the third grade are about to graduate, and if there are no accidents, the main candidates selected now will be a guarantee for the Lihai University Tennis Club to win consecutively in the next year.

So whether it is Yukimura, Sanada or Yanagi, they all attach great importance to the qualifying competition in the school.

The qualifying match after Liu's group was very scientific, but Fenghe never expected that the first opponent he met was the first person he met in the tennis club, the friendly and good-tempered Matsumoto.

When he saw the person, Feng He frowned slightly, "Matsumoto?" Although the school's qualifying match was not a knockout match, but a group round-robin match, but with Liu's scheduled battle table, he was the main candidate of the last Lihai University and participated in the competition. In the national competition, you should not meet Matsumoto in the first game.

Seeing Fenghe's doubts, Matsumoto smiled at Fenghe, with a bright smile in the sun, "Senior, I asked Senior Liu to ask me, I always wanted to have a good competition with senior, I want to know the difference between myself and senior. How far is the distance between you and me?" Matsumoto looked at Feng He fixedly, with clear eyes and bright eyes, full of yearning enthusiasm, "I regard my senior as my goal." I want to catch up without hesitation, even... Want to surpass Senior Feng.

Although he also knew that it was impossible with his current tennis level, but at least he had to know how far the distance between him and Senior Feng was.

Even across a chasm like a chasm, he will chase after him without flinching.

So, senior, please!

Feng He admired Matsumoto's persistence from the bottom of his heart, no matter he knew or didn't know about these young tennis players.

Everyone's love for tennis, dedication to victory, and persistence in hard work move him all the time.

In order to repay this simple but hot feeling, then, he will go all out.

Stretching out his hand to untie the weight that has never been untied on the field since the National Competition, Feng He looked seriously, "I will not show mercy."

You know, even in the club in Tokyo before, when he played doubles with Fuji, he just untied the wristband of his left hand and lent it to Fuji.

But Matsumoto's dream deserves all respect.

"Game over, Wind wins, 6-0."

The second match of the school's qualifying match was against the seniors of the third grade. After winning, Fenghe's next opponent was Marui.

It's not that Fenghe and Marui have never played before. After he played against Kirihara, the red-haired boy took the initiative to come to him, but now Marui is no longer what he used to be.

After Li Haida's rigorous training, coupled with his own hard work and talent, he has made great progress.

A very creative tightrope walker, the ball rolled along the net for a while, and then fell into the windy field with great ease.

"How about it, Feng, you are very talented and creative, right?" The red-haired boy looked a little smug, looking cute and energetic, and he also brought his own unique style on the court.

Feng He nodded, looking cold, but speaking sincerely, "It's a genius."

Satisfied, Marui decided to let the jackal come on next time he treats guests, and he will let the adults have a lot of trouble.

"So, what are you going to do?" Marui is a real volley master. After another successful shot, he blew a bubble, and the beat in his hand turned into a flower.

Feng He tossed the tennis ball high, "I'll win you." There was no slight ups and downs in his voice, but he was just stating a fact. In the face of a volley master, all you need to do is suppress the ball to the bottom line. The reason why Marui cooperates with the Jackal , because he is more suitable for offense, and his physical strength is better for the frontcourt.

But now Fenghe's ability to control the ball, even the demanding Sanada would nod in praise.

"Game over, Wind wins, 6-3."

Although he was not reconciled to losing the ball, Marui had expected such a result before the game. Although he would not admit defeat first, he would still give it a go, but if he really lost, he would also admit defeat. Just work on it.

So after the game, Marui still habitually took Feng He's shoulders, "You are getting better and better." It seems so easy to win even a genius like him, "Today you have ramen as a treat." He decided Spare the jackal for now.

Feng He agreed, "Ah," paused, "Two copies."

"Haha, I forgive you." Marui smiled brightly again.

Two more games were played, and the last opponent in Fenghe's school qualifying match was Liu Lianer.

Among Li Haida's Big Three, Fenghe only played against Yukimura in official matches, neither Sanada nor Yanagi had any official matches.

So he is also looking forward to this game, and he also wants to see how far his tennis has improved.

No matter who the opponent is, he has begun to have the confidence and determination to stand on the court without hesitation.

And such a tough heart will support him in all future games, allowing him to shine on the field like the brightest star in the sky.

"One round decides the outcome, Liu Duifeng."

Feng He holds the racket well and prepares well. He knows how powerful and accurate Liu's data tennis is. If he is a little negligent, he can find the weakness, and then calculate the best attack method to win.

Like Feng He, Liu also made preparations from the very beginning. As the staff of the Lihai University Tennis Club, he has all the data in his hands and the training plan is also made by him.Not only Yukimura Sanada knows how much Feng has improved since he joined the Lihai University Tennis Club, but Liu knows even more from the statistics.

In addition to extraordinary talent, Feng himself is also a very hard-working and serious character, which is why he was able to shine in the previous national competitions.

It's just that Liu also made a lot of preparations for Hefeng's game. At least he knew all the weaknesses that Feng had shown on the court before, and he made countermeasures accordingly.

"Yoo wins, 2-1, swap venues."

"Yu's data tennis is really extraordinary," Marui blew a bubble outside the court, "It is really amazing for us to be able to analyze and find out the opponent's weaknesses so quickly."

"Even Feng was suppressed." The Jackal frowned and looked at the situation on the field. "Liu knows all his statistics, which is too bad for him."

"Yes," Marui shook his head, "I don't want to face Kamiyagi." It feels terrible to feel that all the data is under control.

"Then how did you feel about Shangfeng before?" Jackal turned his head and asked.

"This..." It seems to be quite uncomfortable. Feng's greatest style is that, Marui suddenly realized, "Wait, I suddenly remembered, Feng's tennis should not only be like this."

"Yes, look, the wind is starting to fight back."

If Liu’s data tennis is to collect a large amount of data, classify and process, calculate accurately, analyze and formulate restraint measures.

Since the match against Atobe, the tennis style that Fenghe has shown is...

On the field, with the progress of the game, Fenghe's movements changed. If the previous ones were just perfect attacking skills and counterattacking skills, now they are combined.

Like the flowing clouds in the sky, like the flowing water in the mountain stream, the clouds have no constant momentum, and the water has no permanent shape.

Not constrained by appearance, not bound by situation, casual and free and easy, as chic as a breeze that cannot be grasped by fingertips.

Windy Tennis: Flowing Clouds and Flowing Water.

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

The author has something to say:

Sure enough, there is no tennis king, 2333.

Thanks to Ke Kemi, Hongxiedao's landmines, ok!