Male God Cultivation Manual

The turmoil of Valentine's Day is finally over. Under the pressure of the approaching final exams, no amount of enthusiasm has been extinguished. Although Lihai University is a prestigious private school for direct admission, those with poor grades will also be eliminated Yes, it is not completely safe after entering the school.

So the final exam is very important to everyone, not to mention for those whose goal is not to go directly to the school, there are more favorite schools waiting for them outside, so the basis is the grades, whether it is club grades, or take an exam.

After finally finishing the final exam, the last small tennis match before the spring break. Before the start, all the participating players were gathered. Deputy Minister Sanada didn’t say much, but the words were sonorous and forceful. “Although it is not a big game, we will immediately Haida will never allow any slack. Winning is the rule of our Lihai University Tennis Club.

"Yes!" With the high-spirited answer, the game officially started.

Without any suspense, the Lihai University Tennis Club won the final victory. Although Sanada said it was a matter of course, there was nothing to celebrate, but the main candidates of the Tennis Club unanimously decided to visit their minister in the hospital. And conveyed the good news to him, so Fenghe, who was busy with final exams and tennis club competitions, finally had time to bring the chocolates to Yukimura. Fortunately, it was winter again in a few days, otherwise he would have to worry about it breaking .

In a clean ward that smells like the hospital's special disinfectant, a boy with blue-purple hair is looking at a book spread out on his knees. Compared to his previous radiance, after being admitted to the hospital, Yukimura looks a lot paler, but he is still in good spirits. , looking at the book now, is also somewhat soft, looking more and more gentle.Of course, it was also because what he was reading was his favorite poetry anthology.

"Yukimura-kun." The lady nurse politely knocked on the door of the room, which was only partially concealed, "A friend is here to visit you."

Yukimura raised his head, a polite smile naturally hung on the corner of his mouth, "Thank you, Ms. Fujiwara."

"I don't need to thank you for such a small matter." The smile on the corner of the nurse's mouth was quite real. She actually liked Yukimura's group of friends, all of them were outstanding young men and polite.

The nurse smiled and pushed the door slightly open. Immediately, a lively boy with red hair poked his head out from behind the door and raised the cake in his hand, "Minister, we are here to visit you."

Seeing the young men filing in, Yukimura's smile gradually became less alienated and more gentle, "You guys are here."

After everyone came in, the small single ward was full of teenagers carrying tennis bags. Yukimura glanced at everyone, "Today's game is over?" The son naturally restrained his gentle breath, "Did everyone win?" What he asked was never the result, but whether he won, just like what Sanada said, as long as you participate in the competition, you will win, this is Li Hai Big rules.

"Win." Marui put down the cake and blew a bubble. The optimism and confidence in the stadium and life have always been mutually infective, and this is the case for Marui.

Nioh holds a tennis ball in his hand, appearing and disappearing for a while. This kind of trick is very handy for fraudsters. Occasionally, he will show it to his companions, or show it to the minister who is sick and hospitalized, "Win, puri."

"Of course I won." Kirihara's arrogance was taken for granted. When he was outside, Xiao Haitao became more and more like a court devil. Every time he went on the court, he shot fast and hard. Deterring the opponent from the beginning is often vulnerable, so Kirihara's winning speed is getting faster and faster, "Those people are too bad." He curled his lips in disgust, his expression was very vivid.

"Well, well done." Since he won, Yukimura did not hesitate to praise, "Who played in the last game."

"It's me." Fenghe didn't lean against Yukimura's bed like Marui and the others, but leaned against the wall beside him. The boy with a cold expression, but his movements were a little casual. In this game, he played as a single player Take the lead.

Yukimura didn't even have a problem winning or not, he just raised his eyebrows, he believed in Kaze, just like he believed in Sanada.

"I won." Understanding Yukimura's meaning, Fuhe replied lightly.

Yukimura raised the corners of his lips in satisfaction, "Very good." Sure enough, the wind will not let him down, or rather, the wind has never let him down.

After talking about the competition, Fenghe finally had time to hand over the large bag of chocolates he was carrying to Yukimura, "This, someone asked me to bring it." There were too many others, so he explained them one by one. Anyway, because he was collecting it on behalf of him, he kept the card in it.

"What is this? Who asked you to bring it?" Yukimura looked at the big bag with some puzzlement.

"Valentine's chocolate."

Seeing Fenghe's serious and indifferent talk about the pink chocolate, more than one person in the Lihai Tennis Club snickered.Well, no, they were not snickering, they were laughing openly, anyway, there were many people laughing, and the wind couldn't find who it was.

There were indeed quite a few people who laughed, Yukimura also laughed, and the master Li Haida smiled warmly, "Thank you."

"No need." Feng He put away the big bag of chocolates, and finally felt a sense of relief to fulfill someone else's entrustment.

A group of people chatted and laughed around Yukimura, and they didn't say goodbye until it was getting late.

As soon as he walked downstairs, Fenghe suddenly stopped, he only remembered chocolate, and seemed to have forgotten another important thing.

"Wind?" Liu, who had just walked beside Feng He, turned around in doubt, what's wrong with Feng He?

"You guys go first, I forgot to take the course selection list for next semester to Yukimura." The teacher had asked him to bring it to Yukimura before, but just after talking about the competition and talking about chocolate, he forgot.

"Okay." Liu is not a long-winded person, he just nodded and followed the others.

"Where's the wind?" Seeing Liu following up alone, King Ren asked a little strangely.

"He went to get the course selection list for Yukimura." Liu explained, and the others heard it, so they left without mentioning it.

Feng He turned back upstairs, he had been here many times, he was very familiar with the hospital, and he didn't need the guidance of the nurse, he went straight to the door of Xingcun's ward.

The door of the ward was not closed, so standing at the door could clearly see the scene inside.

The blue-purple-haired boy was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking out the window, and restrained his gentle expression when facing the rest of the tennis team. In the afterglow of the setting sun, Yukimura's expression had the feeling that Feng He once felt when he was playing against him. Too cold, the feeling of staring into the abyss.

Without all the part as the tennis minister, Yukimura Seiichi is actually just a 14-year-old boy, who is suffering alone from the inhuman torment of illness, giving up his love of tennis, while others are struggling on the court , when he was working hard for his dream, he could only lie powerlessly on the hospital bed, day after day, with no end in sight.

Indeed, staring into the abyss.

Feng He was stunned suddenly, he might be able to imagine a part of how painful it would be for Yukimura to lose tennis.But since that admission, Yukimura has never shown this side in front of them, either the gentleness of his companions, or the strength of the minister, making people trust and even depend on.

Although there is no trace of fragility or pain in the expression now, but just that kind of coldness hits the softest part of Feng He's heart unpreparedly, and instantly, even he seems to feel uncomfortable.

I said that tennis is my own person, but a part of me was forcibly stripped away.

Fenghe stopped at the door, but Yukimura came back to his senses. Seeing someone familiar, he was surprised for a moment, and then smiled again, "Why are you back again? Did you forget something?" It's really rare , the wind will be so careless sometimes.

Temporarily clearing up his mood, Feng He stepped into the ward, "I forgot to give you the course selection list for next semester." He took out the course selection list from his bag and handed it over, "You can choose slowly, I will come in a few days take."

"Okay." Yukimura is also very familiar with the courses. He took the course selection list and looked at it roughly. He's dead, but seeing Feng carrying such a big bag of chocolates, it's funny anyway, he can't be so indifferent when collecting chocolates, well, it's not possible, it must be, It's hard for those girls too.

Feng He shook his head, did not say goodbye again, but sat down again, for such Yukimura, he could not do much for him, after all, this is a battle that must be fought alone, but he wants to do for him Something, even if it's just a little companionship.

Seeing Feng He sat down again, Yukimura was a little surprised at his actions, didn't he say goodbye just now, "Is there anything else?"

"No, no, I'll sit for a while." Feng He didn't know what to say, so he could only answer like this.

He didn't say anything, but with Yukimura's cleverness, he guessed a bit of a young man's mind at the moment when Fenghe behaved strangely. Fenghe is not the type who is good at long-winded comforting people. Show it in actions, not words.It was like this when I was in China, I didn’t make a sound, I didn’t ask too many questions, but it was just the right kind of gentleness, just like the warm sun in winter and the cool breeze in summer, people couldn’t help but want to cherish it.

So, seeing him sick and hospitalized now, do you want to spend more time with him?

Yukimura raised the corners of his lips slightly, and couldn't stop smiling, "Are you trying to comfort me?" He felt this kind of intention, and would be moved by it.

Feng He felt that answering yes was wrong, and no was wrong, so he could only remain silent.In fact, he didn't feel that Yukimura's strength needed comfort from him.

Seeing Fenghe's appearance, Yukimura's smile became even happier, "Spring break is coming soon, you should be fine, right?"

Fenghe nodded, he would indeed be more free during the spring break, especially after the activities of the tennis club were also suspended, he only had to study. For him, it was not difficult, so he still planned to go A trip to Tokyo, the house over there is still empty.

"Then," the Son of God paused intentionally and non-intentionally, and after attracting the other party's attention, he announced the answer with a bit of mystery, "Let's go on a date."

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Thank you for the landmines of my little angel of returning home, there will be games!But don't rush~