Male God Cultivation Manual

The blue-haired boy in the uniform of Lihai Taizheng is carrying a tennis bag, and puts his hands in his trouser pockets casually. He looks like he just got off the field from the game, and he is a bit chic in the deserted. For the other members of St. Rudolph Looking at his surprised look, he didn't say much, but nodded politely before turning to Yuta, "Come cheer for you and Fuji."

Cheer for him and brother?

Did Senior Feng come here from Kanagawa to cheer him and his brother on purpose?

But, but he just lost.

In an instant, the young boy withdrew his stubborn and ferocious look, and there was a bit of sadness between his brows. When he was about to say something, he saw the eyes of other members around him looking at Senior Feng, that kind of expression mixed with various expressions. His demeanor, no matter what kind of expression he had, as Lihai Taizheng's senior Feng, attracted everyone's attention.

Although Senior Feng didn't say anything, and even treated his companions very politely, Yuta felt that he probably didn't like such attention, so Yuta quickly picked up the tennis bag and pulled Fenghe aside , "Senior, you come with me."

"Yuta." Someone else reacted at this time and called out subconsciously, "The competition of Guan Yuesang is about to start."

Yu Tai pulled Feng He, "Come on Senior Guan Yue first, I'll be right back."

Fenghe's obedient Ren Xiaoyu pulled him a little farther away vigorously. The gentleness of the little boy showed a little roughness, but the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

"Senior, shouldn't Lihai University have a competition today?" Yuta avoided the crowd a little bit, let go of Fenghe, and asked with a frown.

The Kanagawa Prefecture Conference and the Tokyo Metropolitan Conference are also the qualifiers for the national competition and should be held at the same time.

"Well, it's all over." Feng He's answer was quite ordinary, which was taken for granted. Perhaps this was a matter of course for Li Haida.

"It's all over?" Yuta was stunned for a moment, feeling a knowing blow, because he had watched the Lihai University Tennis Club match last year, so of course he knew that as last year's national champion, he was called The King's Lihai University Tennis Club is so powerful, but when I participated in the Metropolitan Conference, I realized that the game is not an easy task. There are so many real masters, but Li Haida can end the game so quickly, and then let Senior Kaze rushed over from Kanagawa, still shocking Yuta uncontrollably.

Seeing Yuta's sluggish look, the corners of Feng He's mouth twitched.

It's rare that Feng He Chunfeng smiled, but Yuta lowered his head after being surprised, and stared at the ground under his feet hesitantly. I have set my goals, I once thought of surpassing my predecessors, but this is indeed the result now.

After looking at the floor for a long time, Yuta didn't raise his head, and said in a muffled voice, "Then seniors saw the match just now?"

"See." Just in time to watch the game.

Yuta's hand on the side gradually tightened, "I'm sorry, senior, you came here on purpose, but the competition..."

"The game was played very well." Before Yu Tai could finish apologizing, Feng He interrupted him, "Your ultra-short volley has improved again, and the advantage of your left hand has become more obvious, as for losing the game. He paused, and then he raised his voice again, "No one can never lose in the game." There are always mountains in the world, and even the people who stand on the top will not lose in the process of climbing to the top. Zhong also may not never lose. "As long as you do your best on the field, even if you lose this time, you will be fine next time you win."

"Senior..." Yu Tai raised his head and looked at Feng He, who happened to meet his eyes. His eyes, which were as cold as ice in the deep sea, seemed to be dyed with the warmest hue, which made people feel moved.

Feng He reached out and touched the little boy's head, "Clear Sky Smash is not suitable for you now, don't use it anymore." Yuta is growing up, and using this trick will not do him any good at all.Although there is nothing wrong with wanting to win, but the purpose cannot be to permanently damage the body. Yuta also wants to keep playing tennis well.

"I..." Yuta wanted to say something, but was defeated by Fenghe's concerned eyes, and nodded cautiously, "I see, senior."

"En." Feng He showed a satisfied expression, "I believe in you, you will definitely be able to find a move that is more suitable for you." As long as you keep your eyes on one place persistently, the road will naturally open.

"Senior..." Yuta turned his head slightly, Senior Feng obviously looked so indifferent, but this way of bluntly believing is really too foul.

While the two were talking, there was a sudden cheer outside the stadium.

Following the sound, both of them looked towards the court. The next game was the second singles. Saint Rudolph watched the month of the month against Qing Xuefu, because he knew the established ending and trusted his friends. He is quite relaxed, and most of the attention is on Yuta, but everyone else on the sidelines is just watching the progress of the game. Now Guan Yue never wins easily by second hand, which naturally arouses the attention of Saint Rudolph Tennis. One-sided calls from the Ministry.

Yuta also saw the form on the court. Guanyue hit one ball after another, all hitting places where Buer seemed to be difficult to catch, and it seemed impossible to guard against.

Although he usually looks a little awkward with his brother who is called a genius, but seeing this situation, Yuta is also a little anxious, "Senior, will brother lose?"

Feng He looked at the court calmly and calmly. Even if he didn't know the result of the game, just judging from his experience with Buer's partner, he didn't think Buer would lose, "You don't think so? Will Er lose?" He asked, and turned his head to look at Yuta curiously, "Who do you think will win between Fuji and Guanyue?" In Yuta's heart, who is stronger, his brother, He is also a senior in the tennis club.

Probably because Fuji was not by my side, and I was facing a very trusting and respected senior, so Yuta's answer was very honest, "My brother's tennis is very good, but senior Guanyue..." Frowning, Yuta Recalling the scripts that the seniors usually direct and act in, "Senior Guanyue's scripts are also very good."

Fenghe reached out and patted Yuta on the shoulder, "If you are not sure, play a game with your brother sometime." Play a game with him, and you will know whether your brother is right or not. will lose this game.

Moreover, you must know that the way to face up to your genius brother is not to be angry at the brother who is called Bu Er, but to face the strength of your brother directly, and then you can try to surpass him.

"Senior..." Yu Tai seemed to understand Feng He's words.

Fenghe nodded, "Fuer won't lose," this game, even if it was for Yuta, Buer would not lose, "He played this game for you." The extremely gentle genius , never opened the icy blue eyes for himself, revealing the coldness and sharpness hidden in them.For relatives, for friends, that is his gentle way.

"Brother, he..." Yuta looked at the people on the field.

"En." Feng He also looked over, sometimes, it really makes people feel that Yu Tai has such an older brother, which makes people envious.

Still, he's not bad, he has such a friend, doesn't he?

The situation on the court seems to be further unfavorable for Fuji. Guanyue seems to have studied all of Fuji's tennis techniques, and has formulated corresponding coping methods. Let the name of genius be a stepping-stone to St. Rudolph's progress.

No two, lost until 5-0.

Yuta, who had been standing and watching the match with Fenghe outside the court, couldn't bear it any longer, ran to the side of the court when the court was being exchanged, and called, "Brother."

After Feng He's words, the stubborn young boy cared about his elder brother on the court with an awkward posture.

Buer's footsteps paused, and after meeting Kami Yuta's eyes and seeing the anxiety in his younger brother's eyes clearly, the corners of his mouth curved up into a gentle curve, and he returned a reassuring smile to his younger brother.

Yuta, you should worry about him, but how could he lose?

Bonded by blood, tenderly guarded, he will never lose in this match!

The next moment, a familiar blue-haired boy walked up behind the agitated Yuta, patted him on the shoulder comfortingly, and said a few more words, and Yuta calmed down his worried expression slightly.

Bu Er was startled, and then smiled even more, hehe, he ran from Kanagawa to watch the game and didn't even say hello to himself, just kept paying attention to Yuta, and didn't cheer for himself. After the game, shouldn't he be good? Talk to someone?

As if aware of Fuji's gaze, the blue-haired boy just looked over. After meeting Fuji's gaze, those ice-covered eyes were slightly warmed, and he nodded towards Fuji with trust.

Bu Er's dangerous smile turned into Chun Shui's tenderness in an instant. He trusted himself and never thought that he would lose. That kind of pure trust that would not beat around the bush even surpassed the companions who get along day and night.

Really, in this case, he should win to look better.

After changing the racket, Fuji went back to the game.

"It's useless to change the racket now," Guan Yue looked a little smug on the court, "I also know the data of the racket in your hand." As he confidently reported a series of data, facing Guan Yue He is aggressive, but Bu Er is still calm, he knows all his data, is that right?

The game started again, and the confident Guan Yue continued to perform his script.Then, he was surprised to find that his script was still fine without any mistakes, but the person opposite him no longer acted according to his script.

All the weaknesses and weaknesses he investigated turned into strengths and strengths in an instant.

"This, how is it possible, this is impossible, this is obviously something you are not good at?" Guan Yue's forehead was dripping with cold sweat, and he couldn't believe this fact.

"Not good at?" Fu Er smiled elegantly, even with a little innocent and cute, angelic expression, but said something like a nightmare to Guan Yue, "These are all things I am good at."

"Impossible, my data can't be wrong!" Guan Chuchu was still struggling, but Bu Er didn't give him any chance, and he struck from behind, with an overwhelming advantage, and ended the game without conceding a single goal.

"My little brother, thanks to your care." With a somewhat condescending expression, he looked directly at Guan Yue who knelt on the ground after the game, without any mercy, only sharp and calm after anger.

My little brother, thank you for taking care of me!

The author has something to say:

This... It's St. Rudolph's staff poking Yuta to tell him to watch, it's not Xiaofeng poking, sweating.

Thank you Ke Kemi for mine~