Male God Cultivation Manual

"Here we come." Feng He opened the door while wiping the glutinous rice ball powder on his hands.

Outside the door, Buer with crooked brows and eyes was smiling slightly, and the corners of his mouth curled up higher when he saw the scene inside the door.When he saw the wind, it was either Lihai University's official team uniform or school uniform. During the holidays, most of them were sports clothes. It is like flour.

It turns out that Feng really has a cold face even when doing housework?

But, do you want to remind him that he also has some flour on his face?

It's better not to, it's cute too.

"What are you doing?" Although he didn't intend to remind Fenghe when he had a bad taste, Bu Er was still a little curious about what he was doing.

"I'm wrapping up the Lantern Festival." Feng He moved aside to let Fuji come in. He has lived in Tokyo for a long time, and it's not the first time Fuji has come to play, and he's used to it, "Today is the Chinese Lantern Festival."

Suddenly, "I seem to have heard you say that the Chinese New Year and the first month still follow the previous calendar." In Japan, after the Meiji Restoration, all of them have been changed to the Western calendar.

"That's right." The Spring Festival is the most important holiday in China.

"What kind of Lantern Festival did you make?" Fuji followed Feng He into the room with a smile.

"Here, I haven't finished packing yet." Feng He felt that it would be better to let Bu Er see it by himself, since he hadn't finished packing anyway.

Fuer, who was a little curious about Chinese customs, looked at the things on the table.

There was white dough, a bowl of what looked like a red bean paste filling, and half a plate of round meatballs.

"Is this the Chinese Lantern Festival?" Bu Er asked, pointing to the wrapped glutinous rice balls.

"Yes," Fenghe nodded, and stood at the table again. Some things are not so easy to find here. Fortunately, there is China Street, and I can finally buy all the things I want to buy. "It's not complicated to pack, the main thing is filling."

"What's in this stuffing?" Fuji looked at the stuffing where most of the raw materials could no longer be seen.

"Well, red bean paste, roses." It doesn't sound complicated, the main reason is that red bean paste is troublesome to make. If it's not spring break and he is free, he would be too lazy to make it. Japanese-style bean paste tastes good too.

"How to make it?" Fuji looked at the unformed dough again.

"That's it, it's very simple." Feng He took a small ball of dough, rolled it into a ball, flattened it, put in the stuffing, wrapped the red bean filling, and made a ball again, "This is how it's done." The first step is to just need patience, just like making dumplings, the most important thing is to roll the skin and adjust the filling, it will not be difficult when it is actually made.

"It really doesn't look complicated." Bu Er watched Feng He's movements with great interest.

"Would you like to try it?" Feng He pointed to the remaining dough, "I will cook glutinous rice balls later." Rose red bean paste glutinous rice balls, noodles made by myself, and bean paste made by myself, it is hard to think whether it is delicious or not.

"Okay." Fuji felt that it looked quite interesting.

Making glutinous rice balls does not require any technical content, even if it is not easy to make the balls at first, but Fu Er is really very quick to get started, and it can be wrapped well after two more tries.

Feng He prepared quite a lot of things, and his plan was to pack them once in a while. Of course, he had to pack more. Anyway, they could be frozen in the refrigerator, and he would just take them out when he wanted to eat.

So the two spent quite a bit of time making glutinous rice balls.

"What are the customs of the Lantern Festival in China?" Bu Er asked with a smile while wrapping glutinous rice balls.

"The customs and habits of the Lantern Festival are different in every part of China," Fenghe stared at the glutinous rice balls in his hand seriously. "As far as I remember, there are probably lantern viewing, lantern riddles guessing, and eating Lantern Festival." There are countless legends The famous Shangyuan night, the head of the willow on the moon, and the appointment after dusk.

"Flower viewing lantern?" It sounds like it's quite interesting.

"Hmm." Fenghe explained to Buer in detail the special feelings of Xia people for the Lantern Festival. For many people, the Spring Festival will not be over until the end of the Lantern Festival.

His voice has always been light, without any special emotional ups and downs, but the content is rich and colorful, whether it is legends or famous poems, he can come at his fingertips, just like when he was in Mount Emei. fascinating.

It's rare to see Fenghe talking so much. At first, he just thought it was interesting, but soon he was attracted by the content of his words. After Fenghe finished speaking, he rolled his eyes with a smile and sincerely praised, " It's really interesting to hear you say that."

When Feng He talked about his country, no matter how lightly he spoke, there was always a hint of pride in his tone. Hearing the words, he nodded without hesitation, "If you have time, you are welcome to visit it." Everyone from the Tennis Club of Lihai University has already been there Yes, and when I came back, I was full of praise.

"Okay." Fuji smiled with eyes like new moons.

After a while, "But speaking of China," Fuji suddenly remembered what he had discussed with Kikumaru, "Someone asked me before, do Chinese people know kung fu." He turned his head to look at Fenghe, Opening his ice-blue eyes slightly, the corners of the boy's mouth slightly raised, he looked innocently curious, if there wasn't a little bit of evil in the depths of his eyes, he probably really looked like an angel , "Feng, do you know kung fu?"

I will do the eighth set of radio gymnastics.

Feng He glanced at Buer, who was about to grow a devil's horn, "No." He just has a good fighting skill, and he doesn't know the kung fu in the eyes of you crooked nuts, okay?Like not every one of you Japanese knows ninjutsu.

"That's it," Fuji showed a rather regretful expression, and then showed his face again, "What about the ping pong ball?"

Feng He raised his eyebrows, "Do you want to try?"

Buer was stunned for a moment, and then shaved his face with his fingers very cutely, "But I'm not very good at table tennis." He didn't choose table tennis specifically, so he wasn't good at it.

Feng He put down the last glutinous rice ball, looking quite indifferent, but actually proudly picked up all the wrapped glutinous rice balls, ready to cook some of them, and put the rest away, "That's a pity." He decided, next time there will be If anyone asked him if he knew how to play table tennis, he would pull them onto the court, so that people could experience for themselves whether he knew how to play table tennis, and said, "I'll cook Yuanxiao."

Bu Er looked at Feng He's back with a full smile, and after a while, "Feng."

Feng He turned around, "Huh?"

Buer pointed to his own face, and after admiring enough of someone with a cold face holding a flour-wrapped Lantern Festival, a black-bellied little bear finally decided to "show mercy" and tell the truth.

Is there something?Feng He raised the back of his hand to wipe his face, and the moment he saw the flour on the back of his hand clearly, "..." Couldn't you have said it earlier, classmate Buer!

Well, would have said earlier that he wasn't the only one.

Hey, is his image still there?

After eating the glutinous rice balls made by himself, Bu Er unexpectedly took Feng He out.

"Where are you going?" Feng He was dragged out of the door mysteriously by Bu Er, but he didn't tell him where he was going, he asked half helplessly.

"Isn't it said that the custom of the Lantern Festival is to go out to enjoy the lanterns?" Fuji said with a smile.

"Is there a lantern here?" Feng He was a little surprised.

"No," Buer answered quite bluntly, "However," he turned his head, and in the weather that had not yet thawed, the smile of the boy with honey-colored hair brought a warm breath of spring, "Even if there are no lanterns, we still have to celebrate the Lantern Festival Festival."

So, do you want me, who is alone in a foreign country, to be able to celebrate the Lantern Festival?

Feng He froze for a moment, and then all the warmth that moved her turned into a faint smile on the corner of her mouth. Her usually frozen expression was like melting ice and snow in an instant, and there were slight waves on the stormy river, "Okay."

The spring break has passed by in a flash, and when the spring is warm and the wind is rippling, the school season is here.

This year, Feng He and the others were also officially promoted to the third year of junior high school, and became the seniors in the mouths of the students of other grades in Lihai University. And this year was also the year when the plot officially started. Year.

The spring is bright, and the cherry blossoms on the campus of Lihai University are in full bloom. Passing by under the tree, there is a rain of pink cherry blossoms inadvertently.

All clubs on campus have started a new round of recruiting with all their strength, and those newcomers who have just entered the school are the focus of this recruiting.Of course, many non-first-year freshmen also took this opportunity to choose clubs again.

"Mr. Feng!" In this season of recovery of all things, the president of the table tennis club once again persevered in front of Fenghe. Unlike Fenghe's indifference, Minister Tanaka still looked enthusiastic, "New semester It's started again, is Feng Jun planning to join a new club?"

Because of Minister Tanaka’s sense of presence in all kinds of seizing the opportunity, Fenghe and him have met each other a lot, and gradually became a little familiar. Seeing this, he was helpless, and he was almost embarrassed to refuse, although he really He had no intention of joining the table tennis club at all, but felt inexplicably guilty, "Sorry, Minister Tanaka, I have no intention of leaving the tennis club."

Probably got used to being rejected, Minister Tanaka didn't change his color at all, and continued to lobby, "I know that Feng Jun is the main candidate for the tennis club, and this time he still wants to represent Li Hai University in the national competition." In terms of strength, Minister Tanaka never thought that they would not be able to enter the national competition, "But isn't this kind of competition with a predetermined result very boring? Think about it," Minister Tanaka stretched out his hand and hugged Feng He's shoulder, " Joining the table tennis club brings so many unknowns, but it is because of these uncertainties that life is full of fun, let us work together to strive for more brilliance.”

Feng He tilted his head slightly, watching the young man pointing into the distance, with a sense of persistence running towards the sea under the setting sun.

Although, although he was a little touched by his persistence, but for some reason, Feng He always felt that after entering the third grade, Minister Tanaka felt that the atmosphere of the second grade was more serious.Obviously already out of the second year of junior high school, I just don't understand why.Could it be that the table tennis club has recruited some strange newcomers, and Minister Tanaka was influenced by them?

Although he made a very unreliable guess in his mind, after breaking free from Minister Tanaka, Fenghe apologized politely again, and firmly stated that he had no intention of leaving the tennis club.

"Mr. Feng, do you really not think about it anymore?" Minister Tanaka finally asked with some unwillingness to give up.

"Don't think about it," Feng He said in a very cautious tone, "Thank you, Minister Tanaka." What you don't know is that it seems to you that the Tennis Club's participation in the Kanto National Competition seems to be a sure thing, but in fact, this It was the most difficult year for the Tennis Department of Lihai University, and it was also the beginning of the biggest test for the Tennis Department.

Minister Tanaka walked away with three steps and three turns. This was the last chance for the Ping Pong Club, and it was also his last year as a minister. Although he knew that the result would probably be like this, he still wanted to work hard.

Looking at the blue-haired boy who was watching him politely, Minister Tanaka almost burst into tears. Fengjun is such a good player in table tennis, why is he a member of the tennis club?

Although, Feng Jun also plays tennis very well.

But no matter how I think about it, I feel very envious of Yukimura-kun. Even he, who doesn't pay much attention to tennis, knows the reputation of this year's tennis club. Probably, the Lihai University Tennis Club will continue the glory of the previous two years and stand again. On to the podium of the national champion.

I really envy Yukimura-kun....

Wait, Yukimura-kun seems to be still sick and hospitalized, and the ministerial meeting is still held by Sanada-kun.

Minister Tanaka patted himself on the head. How could he forget this? If Yukimura-kun is in the hospital, Feng Jun will definitely not leave the tennis club at this time. Although, if he is not kidding himself, he does not seem to have left the tennis club before. part of the idea friends.However, he seems to have gone too far in lobbying Mr. Feng in this situation. When he meets Mr. Feng next time, he should apologize to others.

Although he is a bit of a second grader, the head of the table tennis club is actually a very good boy.

Sending off Tanaka-kun, Fenghe tidied up the tennis club, turned around and headed towards the tennis club. He didn't want to be punished by Sanada for being late at the beginning of school. Recently, a lot of newcomers came to the tennis club. He has to look like a senior. .

Unlike in the past when boys came and went, today's tennis is once again full of voices.

When Feng He walked into the court, he paused and realized that it was time for the tennis department to recruit a new manager.

Shaking his head silently, Fenghe passed through the colorful and colorful whispers, and walked towards the club office of the tennis club. I hope that the new manager can persist under Sanada's black face for a few more days, and don't increase the number of willows in vain. workload.After all, not only to maintain the normal operation of the tennis club, but also to teach new players, Liu is quite tiring, and only a person like him who is extremely sensitive to numbers can arrange everything in an orderly manner.

Anyway, thinking about it, Fenghe feels a little headache.

Seeing Fenghe coming in, Liu greeted him. It seemed that he had been waiting for him for a long time, and he didn't talk nonsense, "You came just in time, and it's time to recruit new ones."

"New manager?" Feng He pointed to Yingying and Yanyan who were separated by a wall, so did he ask him to help test the tennis level of these girls again?

Liu squinted his eyes and nodded, "The request is still the same as last time." It's okay for Feng to understand what he meant.

Sure enough, Feng He nodded upon hearing the words, "Understood."

Compared to the first time he stood on the court with these girls, Feng He was much calmer this time, the racket was handed over to his left hand, and he held the tennis ball with his right, and asked the girl who looked a little nervous on the opposite side, "Are you ready? "

Hearing his question, the girl with long brown hair nodded hastily, holding the racket tightly with both hands and looking very nervous.

Do you want to remind her that she is not holding the racket correctly?

Forget it, let's not mention it, lest she get more nervous.

I just don't know, she saw what she was nervous about, isn't he scary?It's just a little cold, but not scary.

Fenghe stood on the serving line a little tired, threw a small yellow ball, and hit a standard serve that could almost be written in a textbook. The landing point was very accurate, and the ball was very slow. Reach out and you can catch the ball.

Even though Fenghe had slowed down, the brown-haired girl was still catching the ball in a hurry, and finally hit the ball back, but accidentally too much force, Fenghe's original catch action was fixed at He got there and didn't move his feet to catch the ball that fell into the backcourt.

With his eyesight, he could tell at a glance that the ball didn't need to be caught at all, it was definitely out of bounds.

Sure enough, the tennis ball drew a high arc and fell out of bounds.

The girl looked at the ball that fell out of bounds, and her originally clear eyes immediately moistened. She, she also wanted to perform well, but she couldn't help it.

Seeing that the girl on the opposite side was about to cry, Feng He lowered his racket, his voice was cold, but his intentions were genuine, "You are too nervous, you used too much force when you swung the racket." That's why the ball was hit to an unknown distance.

The girl suddenly raised her head, and the sight of Shang Fenghe was like looking into an endless ocean. Although it was a little cold, she had a broad tolerance, "Ming, I understand." She held the racket again and got ready, her eyes were firm No, although she is still a little nervous, she can't let down Mr. Feng's good intentions, even though he still looks so indifferent and unapproachable, many girls are still a little afraid of him, but she just feels in her heart that Mr. Feng is really, really too Be gentle!

The girls who signed up for the tennis manager were about the same as last time. Their tennis skills were quite average, or for some girls, average was an overestimation.

However, Liu's criteria for selecting candidates does not require high tennis skills, and they are not Lihai University Women's Tennis Club, as long as they roughly meet the standards.

Therefore, Fenghe's helping work was carried out very easily. It is rare that he can lose his mind on the tennis court, and his body's self-awareness is enough to cope with these games.Of course, there is one more thing to pay attention to. You can't let your body instinct control too much, or you will hit too sharply, and the girl on the opposite side can't catch it.Girls still need to be taken care of.

With such thoughts in mind, Feng He kept paying attention to controlling his own rhythm until the yellow ball passed the net at a fairly fast speed, and then pressed against Feng He's bottom line.

The little girl with a high ponytail on the opposite side picked up the racket. Not only was she not rude at all, but she was straightforward and cute, "Mr. Feng, play seriously, or you will lose to me. "

In a word, there was an uproar.

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I am still working so hard to update my text in a foreign country, don’t the little angels want to encourage me?