Male God Cultivation Manual

As one of the most famous private schools in Kanagawa County, Lihai University Affiliated High School has a very comprehensive curriculum and attaches great importance to students' morality, intelligence and physical education.

In addition to the large tennis court, there are other well-built sports venues, such as basketball courts.

When Fenghe came to the basketball court for the first time, he almost had the illusion that he had actually entered the world of slam dunks.However, what surprised him the most was that he actually heard the name of Xiangbei High School from a classmate once, although he didn't mention it in a very admiring tone.

Although he is also very curious, but recently even after the club activities are over, he is busy making himself more familiar with tennis, finding a club for training, and has no time to satisfy his curiosity.

Or maybe there happens to be such a school with the same name in this world, so let's go and have a look when he is free.

Even though he thought so, it didn't prevent Fenghe from easily making a three-pointer in a standard posture during physical education class.

Then it caused cheers from many girls in the basketball hall.

Sure enough, the so-called Su didn't just refer to this kind of showy behavior, although it felt quite cool this way.

After confirming that there was still no progress in the task, Fenghe sighed in his heart, and just as he left the stage, he saw Yukimura Seichi approaching him.

After joining the same club and sitting next to each other, the two have gradually become acquainted.

"Fung-kun also plays basketball very well." Yukimura smiled at the boy with aqua hair.

"Kun Yukimura also played well." Feng He reciprocated, but he didn't expect that the young man who looked slender and elegant could also play basketball well.

But thinking about his excellence on the tennis court, it is understandable.

There will always be something figured out in sports.

"I'm only at an ordinary level, Feng Jun looks like he has been trained," Yukimura was also a little curious, "Have you ever joined a basketball club before?"

"No, no, there is no such organization in China." I am not, I rely on the system.

"Sure enough, he is very good at sports." In physical education class, Yukimura had never seen Fenghe's poor performance.

"Ordinary ones are okay." In fact, Fenghe didn't know what was wrong with him, so he changed the subject here, "I saw that the opponent in today's qualifying match is Yukimura-kun."

"Yes, that's right." Yukimura nodded, his tone was still very gentle, with a slight smile on his lips, "I'm looking forward to it." The qualifying has been going on until now, and he has never seen Fenghe go all out look.

He also wanted to see what Fenghe's tennis game was like.

Yukimura spoke quite sincerely, and Feng He could tell that he was really looking forward to this game.

Such a beautiful smile was almost involuntary, and Feng He also raised the corners of his lips slightly, "I am also looking forward to it." Perhaps, he also has some expectations and curiosity about how far he can go.

And the match with Yukimura Seiichi came at the right time.

The usually indifferent young man softened the lines of his face when he smiled, which gave people a kind of gentle surprise.

Probably, people who don't laugh often will make people feel different when they laugh.

So Yukimura was stunned, and then raised his eyebrows, "I thought Feng Jun didn't like to smile, but I didn't expect that he looked pretty when he smiled." Li Haida's lord, flirted with his members, and said that No violation.

After finishing speaking, he waved his hands and walked away without leaving a leaf on his body.

It was the first time for Fenghe to see Yukimura's skill. Fortunately, after these days of training, the expression on his face already had a real sense of calm and indifference, otherwise he would collapse with just one blow. His personality as an indifferent young man was perfect.

Scared him to death, okay?

Bingshan can also flirt so smoothly, well, he is still a fake Bingshan, and he has to try not to explain.

But if Yukimura is, probably even Emperor Sanada can molested at will, and his current level is still far away.

The physical education class was the last class in the morning. Although the teacher didn't designate him to pack up the basketballs for class, when Feng He was called to help, he still didn't refuse.

It's just that he can help, not to mention that he is a gentle boy at the moment.

No one expected that because of Fenghe's big show in physical education class, many girls cheered and cheered, which aroused the jealousy of the boys in the same class.

Boys at that age were easily overwhelmed with passion, so when they combined together, they tricked Feng He into the sports storage room, and locked him in the sports storage room by deliberately throwing a basketball for him to help pick it up.

There are two sports storage rooms in Lihai University, and the signs under maintenance are hung here, and they will be removed after school.

In this afternoon, let that new arrogant transfer student learn his lesson well.

During class in the afternoon, the teacher immediately noticed Feng He's absence, "Mr. Feng, where did Mr. Feng go?"

The students whispered to each other for a while, and they all expressed that they were not clear. Feng He had just transferred to another school, and apart from being a little familiar with Yukimura at the next table, he didn't have any particularly good friends in the class.

"Does Yukimura-kun know where Feng-kun is?" The teacher looked at Fenghe's next table.

"Teacher, I don't know either." Yukimura thought for a while, it seemed that he didn't see anyone after the physical education class.According to Feng's usual habits, he probably had lunch in the cafeteria, so Yukimura felt normal when he didn't see anyone, but he didn't expect that he still didn't see anyone during class time.

"That's it." The teacher muttered in his heart, did he skip class?It doesn't look like it.

Until the end of get out of class, Yukimura did not see Fenghe back.

Strange, logically, he doesn't seem like the kind of person who would skip classes at will.

Taking out the phone, Yukimura found Feng He's number, and after dialing it, the displayed status was off.

Where did people go?

Yukimura hung up the phone, frowning slightly.

Today is the last day of the intramural qualifying match of Lihai University Tennis Club, and there is only the last match between Feng He and Yukimura Seiichi.

After the basic training was over, the others voluntarily gave up the field, but by this time, they still hadn't seen that familiar figure.

"Where did the wind go?" Sanada crossed his arms and frowned fiercely. On the last day of qualifying, where did this guy go? He was so slack!

"I don't know what happened," Yukimura was much calmer than Sanada, who looked a little anxious, but he was a little worried in his heart, "I haven't seen anyone this afternoon, and the phone is turned off."

Liu was next to him holding a notebook to write and draw, "He's not the kind of person who would run away."

"Yes, he is not." Yukimura was naturally more sure of what Liu knew, "He will come."

"Where did Senior Feng go?" Kirihara was in a hurry, after getting along these days, the simple boy has completely accepted Feng He, "He usually arrives on time, but today's match with the minister was gone. .”

"I don't know, and I can't get through the phone." Marui blew a bubble, and then blew another bubble, "It's really worrying."

"Don't worry," the Jackal himself frowned, but seeing the two people getting angry, he could only comfort him, "Feng will definitely come here."

Just as he was talking, the door of the tennis court was pushed open from the outside, and as everyone turned their attention, the boy with aqua-colored hair remained expressionless, "Sorry, I'm late."

"This guy!" The bubble in Marui's mouth popped, and he grinned, "I must punch him later." It was really worrying.

Yukimura turned his head when he heard the sound, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth naturally, "It's not too late."

Feng He was wearing the sportswear of the physical education class in the morning, and he didn't know where he had rolled over. He looked dirty, but he walked in half-heartedly, took out the racket from the tennis bag, and then put the bag on the sidelines casually. Throwing it away, "Then, let's start." Even with such a somewhat embarrassed image, the boy's gaze was unexpectedly bright.

"Okay." Feng He said simply, and Yukimura didn't hesitate, picked up the beat and followed to the stage.

"One round decides the outcome, Yukimura faces the wind."

Holding the beat tightly, standing on the court, Feng He looked at the Son of God standing across the net across the court.

Standing on the court, Yukimura restrained his usual gentleness and naturally exuded a different aura than before.

At this moment, Feng He suddenly felt that it was really a blessing to be able to come to this world and play a game with Yukimura face to face.

No tennis, no net king.

Different from all the matches that Feng He had played before, this time against Yukimura Seiichi, from the very beginning, he devoted [-]% of his energy to deal with it.

Even so, Feng He can still feel the pressure of the Son of God on the court. No matter where you hit the ball, no matter what skills you use, it is useless to him. He is like a mountain that cannot be climbed , you can't see the top of the mountain, and you don't know how to get over it.

"Yukimura wins, 1-0."

"Yukimura is still so good." Marui watched the game on the court and sighed.

"I will definitely defeat them." Kirihara clenched his fists tightly, his eyes full of unwillingness to admit defeat. One day, he will become the No. 1 of this king Li Haida.

"Have you noticed that there seems to be something wrong with the wind." Jackal stared at the running boy in the field. Although he tried his best to conceal it, there was always such a momentary delay when he needed to speed up or jump up.

"I also found out, is it his right foot?" Marui murmured, "Could it be that his right foot was injured?" Like the Jackal looking at each other, both of them couldn't stop worrying.

"Yukimura wins, 2-0."

The people on the sidelines not only noticed Fenghe's inappropriateness, but also Sanada and Liu.

"See, Genichiro." Liu calmly compared the data of Fenghe he had obtained before, "the probability of his ankle injury is more than 90.00%."

"Yeah." Sanada stood up with his chest folded, and he could tell, "Too careless." With this kind of injury before the game, the situation seemed to be doomed, "He's doomed now."

"No." On the contrary, Liu didn't think so, "Although the strength of the right foot is lacking, both the reaction speed and the strength of returning the ball have improved a lot compared to usual. Perhaps, there will be different results. .”

"You mean, this match with Yukimura has inspired his potential instead?" Sanada asked with a frown.

"In an extremely harsh environment, a person is pushed to the limit, and may collapse or surpass. Now, it depends on which type he belongs to." Liu's expression was indifferent, but his eyes were focused on the court. , which one will it be?

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