Male God Cultivation Manual

"It's so beautiful." Waking up early in the morning, Feng He had been looking at the mirror for at least 10 minutes.

It's really not that he wanted the face of a nymphomaniac, but the body that was given to complete the mission did have a handsomeness that could not be lost to any prince.

Probably, the so-called Soviet bombing of the audience must include the face anyway.

So now the boy reflected in the mirror has very light blue hair, like the water color effect caused by the extreme cold, and the eyes are lighter than the hair color, so light that it is almost transparent, just like the first summer morning, reflecting The color of the sky.

Reaching out to pinch her own face, Feng He muttered to herself again, "It would be great if I could be a narcissus."

I can’t watch it anymore, and I’m late because I’m late because I’m looking at my face and being absorbed in it, it’s a complete shame for the task!

After taking a couple of deep breaths, Feng He adjusted his expression. Seeing that the person in the mirror returned to his expressionless iceberg appearance, he was satisfied with putting on the tie of Lihai University's school uniform and putting on a black coat. In terms of fit, he doesn't need to wear only a white shirt, which is so cute and cold.

Class C of the second year, the class Fuhe was assigned to, is in the same class as Yukimura Seiichi.

Standing on the podium, after the teacher wrote down his name on the blackboard and introduced it to everyone, Feng He felt like he had really returned to school.

Speaking of which, he is only in the second year of junior high school, so he can't be any younger, okay?

Just earn it!

With what happened yesterday, when the teacher asked the students to take good care of the new transfer student, Yukimura raised his hand very kindly, "Teacher, Feng-kun and I are in a club, you can let him sit next to me."

The minister of Lihai University is simply a super nice person, this kind of gentle beauty is completely irresistible! Repeat a hundred times.

After sitting next to Yukimura and getting a kind smile from the Son of God.

Feng He is very realistic and completely throws away the idea that he once wanted to get into Qingxue. He doesn't like Minister Bingshan at all.

It's still Yukimura who is as good as he is, he is beautiful and gentle.

Moreover, he also wanted to see what a powerful and domineering son of God looked like on the court.

It was Fenghe's first experience of studying in a Japanese school. Common subjects were no problem for him. He had good grades in the past, let alone a junior high school level.

Here, many students are used to carrying bento. Fenghe now has parents in name because of the completion of the task, but he will not see them, so he has no one to make bento, and he himself is not used to eating cold food.

Fortunately, Lihai University still has a student canteen, and the food tastes pretty good.

Thinking about it this way, it is better to be in Japan than in Europe and the United States. He also likes to eat steak, hamburger and salad, but he will definitely not be able to bear it every day. Rice is better.

Just a little bit.

During the break, Feng He stopped at the door of the toilet and checked again.

"Feng Jun, what are you doing standing here?" A classmate happened to come to the toilet, and patted Feng He on the shoulder.

"It's okay." I can't say that I am sure that I really did not enter the wrong toilet.

It's time for him to go to the men's room, okay, yes, let's go.

Don't squint, don't squint...

Straight into the compartment.

What a tough journey!

Different from China, Japanese schools leave school very early in the afternoon, and after that there are various club activities, which are counted as credits, and no matter whether it is high school or university, they are very happy to admit students with excellent club performance, so every student will participate in at least one community.

This is the first time that Fenghe has entered the tennis club of Lihai University during the normal club activity time. When he arrived, the locker room was already full of people.

After experiencing the violent attack in the toilet, the locker room is just a place to change clothes, why is there still a pair of pants hanging on her body, Feng He has entered the swimming pool.

He walked through those white bodies with a blank face throughout the whole process, and changed into the uniform of the Lihai University Tennis Club in an orderly manner.

If this continues, the spirit will probably be sublimated soon.

The training of the tennis department is still the same as yesterday, the first is the basic training, and then there is the school qualifying match.

After yesterday, Yukimura was not the only one who got acquainted with Feng He, and Matsumoto was the same.

Seeing Fenghe Songmen, he ran over with a bright smile, "Senior Feng."

Because it was a character design of an indifferent boy, Feng He nodded towards Matsumoto.

Matsumoto also knew that he had such a character, so he continued without any grievances, "Senior Feng, have you seen your opponent in today's qualifying match?"

"Not yet." Could it be said that he completely forgot about it?

Matsumoto immediately said a name, "It's a senior who participated in the national competition last year."

I don't know him, but I can't disappoint Matsumoto's kindness, "I know."

"Yeah," Matsumoto was full of confidence in Feng He, "If you are senior Feng, you will definitely win."

Ah, what a cute boy.

To be praised so passionately by others, no matter how indifferent they are, would still be somewhat happy, not to mention the setting of a gentle heart.

So Fenghe wanted to smile subconsciously, and just raised the corners of her mouth, but felt that she couldn't smile much, so a very subtle effect appeared.

"Senior Feng, are you okay?" Matsumoto asked cautiously, why did Senior Feng have such an expression? Is he really okay?

"It's okay." Can't the corners of the mouth twitch?

It seems that the so-called indifferent and gentle smile of a beautiful boy is not so easy to achieve. Go back and practice a hundred times in front of the mirror at night.

Well, he is such a hard-working girl, cross it out, man, it's not because she wants to see her face more.

Thanks to Xiao Haitao, after the game with him, Fenghe has begun to match his physical instincts, so today's qualifying match, if you play seriously, you will have no suspense to win.

After qualifying, a familiar stranger came to the door.

The boy with short red hair looks cheerful and lively. He introduced himself while blowing bubbles, and he articulated clearly, "I'm Bunta Marui, and he's Kuwahara the Jackal. Let's fight?" He pointed his thumb at the sky out of the pitch.

"You fight together?" Feng He was stunned for a moment, and the cells called Erhuo in his body instantly took effect, "I can't beat you two."

Marui didn't expect Fenghe's answer to be like this. The next moment, he hugged his belly and laughed loudly, "No, I didn't expect that you looked very indifferent, but it turned out to be unexpectedly interesting."

Even the jackal laughed too.

Hey, you guys are affecting my mission, okay?

Resisting the urge to roll his eyes, Feng He faced his expressionless face after being laughed at, "Should I still hit him or not?" Anyway, as long as he didn't change his face, he would treat himself as if he hadn't committed a crime!

"Hit." Marui replied quite naturally.

The friendship between teenagers probably started from a ball game.

After playing the ball, Marui and Jackal are no longer strangers to Feng He.

"Would you like to eat ramen with us?" Marui thought Fuhe was nice, "Kuwabara treats you."

"It's me again." Jackal murmured in a low voice, but this is how he and Marui got along with each other. In fact, they were quite familiar with each other and had a good relationship.

But what they met this time was Fenghe, how could someone who was learning how to be a Super Su boy invite others to treat him.

Although he himself didn't know whether there was any need to contact Su, but Feng He still smiled and said, "Let me invite you." He really liked these two new friends.

A generous boy, even if he is not Su, is more likely to gain the favor of a boy of the same age and the same gender. After eating a meal of ramen, he gets along very happily.

So after the second day's work, Marui and Jackal asked Feng He to eat ramen again. This time, they also called Akaya Kirihara.

"Why is it you?" Qieyuan pointed at Fenghe and called out.

"It's too rude, I have to call you senior." Marui didn't care so much, and just slapped Kirihara on the head.

"It hurts, senior." Don't look at Xiao Kelp's arrogance outside, but he is very restrained towards the senior who has a good relationship. After being educated by Marui, besides complaining, he obediently called Senior Fenghe.

In fact, such a small kelp is also very cute.

Before Fenghe's sigh was over, Qieyuan returned to his arrogant look after calling senior, "Senior, next time, I will definitely beat you."

Can you roll your eyes at him?

Well, no, he is a tolerant, gentle and good boy now, "If you play practice games, you can come to me anytime."

In one sentence, I actually won the favor of the simple little kelp, "Senior, I didn't expect you to look so attractive before, but you are actually not bad."

Of course, for the sake of your knowledge, I don't care if you say I dragged you.

Feng He was silently proud of herself for half a second in her heart.

Being pulled to eat ramen together and play games together, Feng He and the three of them quickly became familiar.

Although he looks like he will not give an inch on the court, in fact, in private, he is a very simple and friendly boy, who can say whatever he wants, generous and straightforward.

And...sometimes it's a bit of a crime.

To Feng He's inexplicable, there is such a feeling of congeniality.

Lihai University's intramural qualifying competition is still going on. After winning four games, Fenghe has actually become one of the next main candidates for the Lihai University Tennis Club.

But here is the king Lihai University, everything is based on strength, so the school's qualifying match will be played until the last match.

The final winner must be the one standing at the apex of Lihai.

And Fenghe didn't know whether it was good luck or bad luck, the opponent in the last match: Yukimura Seichi, the son of god.

Standing in front of the billboard, Fenghe still maintained a calm and indifferent look, as if the opponent in the last match had no effect on him, but in fact he had already formed the shape of ORT in his mind.

Why did he have to confront the Son of God when he came here? He really wanted to see Yukimura on the court, but he didn't want to try his hand at it.

Mom, the earth is terrible, I want to go back to Mars.

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Spoiler alert, the next chapter will be very different, haha, please look forward to it~

Thanks to Ke Kemi, Ming and Qing mines!