Male God Cultivation Manual

In the match between Seigaku and Ice Emperor in the Kanto Tournament, the first singles tiebreaker was carried out by the two tennis club ministers.

Because all the National Junior Tennis Championships are not group round-robin matches, but knockout matches, if you lose the game here, it is equivalent to absolutely missing the national competition.

Therefore, whether it is Atobe or Tezuka, they all bear the belief that they must never lose and the expectations of the entire tennis club.

"This game is interesting." Liu looked at the scoreboard displayed, and Li Haida's staff came to a conclusion.

Sanada crossed his arms and stared at the spectacled, stern-faced Minister Seigaku on the tennis court, "Perhaps Seigaku never expected to face Hyotei so soon." Hyotei is a tennis player who appears in the finals of the Kanto Tournament every year. Strong school, and Tezuka, one day, he will defeat him with his own hands, and he will be ashamed!

"Well, but if Atobe plays..." Feng He was interrupted by overwhelming cheers in the middle of his words, "The winner is Hyodi, the winner is Atobe, the winner is Hyodi, the winner It's the trace department..."

"Okay, it's amazing." Little Kelp, who had never seen it before, was completely stunned, "It's rare to see support in a national competition." Although their support team at Lihai University is also very formal, but the momentum of the ice emperor's support, Simply rare.

Feng He silently turned his face away, he knew it would be like this, when he faced the Ice Emperor last year, he was shocked by Su Potianji's support from the Ice Emperor, and it was even worse today.

More than 200 people in the tennis club shouted together, and the voices simply broke through the sky.

Sanada, who had also seen Atobe's ostentation, directly raised his forehead, "It's still the same, Atobe." Although Atobe's strength is undeniable, this kind of behavior is really... the emperor Li Haida also felt that it was hard to say. .

"He's always been like this." Hearing Sanada's words, Fenghe turned his head, the corners of his mouth curled up, even in the arena where the youth army trained without spectators, Atobe could still throw up coat.

Kirihara shivered when he heard the words, "It's a good thing that Ice Emperor only had the main players in the practice match before."

Just as a few people were discussing casually, one of the most exciting matches in the Kanto Contest: the battle between Qingxue Bingdi's two parts officially began.

They were opponents of equal strength, and under the responsibilities they each shouldered, they burst out with far more passionate fighting spirit and unwillingness to admit defeat than usual, which also made the game extremely exciting.

As Liu said, this is indeed a wonderful game worth watching.

But under the wonderful game, what was covered up was the pain they each suffered.

The victory or defeat mixed with bitter taste is far more moving and unforgettable than pure competition.

After watching this classic game, the play-off match between Echizen Ryoma and Hijiro was not dull, but it was much more boring after all.

In the final contest, Qingxue narrowly defeated the strong Kanto tennis school Ice Tei in the play-offs and advanced to the quarterfinals of the Kanto Tournament.

Then he defeated Shonan Chengcheng in the quarter-finals and entered the semi-finals.

For Lihai University, after defeating their opponents 3-0 in the quarter-finals, their opponents in the next semi-finals will be the biggest dark horse in the Kanto region this year: Fudo Peak.

Just when the semi-finals of the Kanto Competition was about to start, that night, the countdown on Feng He's wish card in the drawer finally pointed to zero.

After a burst of red light, just as the text explained, with Feng He's "acquiescence", the card took effect automatically.

All this, the boy in his sleep didn't know about it, he just waited until he woke up tomorrow morning.

When the morning light revealed a soft color through the cracks in the curtains, the purple-haired boy with his eyes closed on the hospital bed opened his eyes. His eyes, which were the same color as his hair, still had a bit of confusion in them. After a while, he slowly revealed clear eyes. The color immediately solidified into a frosty appearance, with a slight coldness.

Rubbing his forehead, he turned over and sat up, wondering why the alarm clock didn't ring today?It seemed that he forgot to set the alarm clock last night. Fortunately, his biological clock was always accurate, and the alarm clock was just prepared.

As soon as the feet hit the ground, the people who had woken up immediately noticed the difference. They suddenly lowered their heads, and the ground that came into view was not the tatami floor that they were used to at home, but a strange and familiar ground.

Raising his head vigilantly, he looked around, this was not the room he was familiar with, but it looked like... Yukimura's ward?

The young man who suddenly came to his senses stepped on the ground barefoot, and before he even had time to put on the pair of slippers that were close at hand, he ran towards the bathroom in a few steps.

A moment later, in the twilight of the morning light, although it was not so clear, he would definitely not recognize the figure reflected in the mirror.

Blue-purple gentle half-curly hair, eyes of the same color, and even a beautiful appearance. When they smile, they have a gentleness that makes people feel like a spring breeze, but they have an unparalleled strength and dominance on the court. It is their tennis team. The minister - Yukimura Seiichi.

He stretched out his hand towards the mirror in disbelief. After touching the cold reality, the boy trembled slightly. It was not a dream, but a real thing.He was still Fuka when he slept yesterday, but after waking up, he became Yukimura Seichi.

"It shouldn't be like this." Frowning slightly, the person in the mirror did the same.Obviously, he is a familiar person on weekdays, but after changing to a different soul, the Son of God also exudes a cool aura, and the original gentle and alienated appearance is swept away. It seems to be more and more indifferent to people thousands of miles away.

Withdrawing his hand, Fenghe forced himself to calm down. He has experienced resurrection from the dead and gender conversion. All kinds of storms and waves have come. Now it is just that the soul has entered Yukimura's body. He can calm down and deal with this matter properly. .Panicking can't change any facts, so straighten things out, and then deal with them one by one according to priorities.

Great, much calmer now.

First of all, he is doing a mission. Without receiving any mission notification, he will not travel again or change his identity suddenly. He must still be in this world.So, he is in Yukimura's body now, where is Yukimura?Yukimura will never disappear suddenly, and his own body certainly will not disappear or die suddenly.

Touching his chin with his fingers, Fenghe suddenly realized for a moment, could it be that Yukimura was in his body, and the two of them switched bodies?

It's useless to think too much, now, only one phone call is needed to confirm.

Even if the reason for this situation cannot be determined for the time being, at least the established facts must be clarified.

While thinking about it, Feng Hebian turned out of the bathroom, put on his slippers and opened the curtains, and the sky instantly illuminated the whole room. Then, after he apologized from the bottom of his heart, he began to look for a communication tool such as a mobile phone.

At this moment, someone politely knocked on the door of the ward from the outside, "Yukimura-kun, are you up yet? It's time to take your medicine."

The movements of Feng He's hands suddenly stopped. Although he didn't do anything bad, he felt inexplicably guilty that his heart skipped a beat.

Fortunately, he is used to taking things lightly no matter what happens, now he suppressed his guilty conscience and said calmly, "Please come in."

As the door was pushed open, the nurse entered with a familiar appearance to Feng He, and she smiled kindly when she saw the boy standing by the bed, and put down the breakfast and medicine in her hand, "Good morning, Yukimura-kun. "

Fenghe is used to the expressionless face, and she can't smile like Yukimura usually does, so she can only try her best to ease her expression, "Good morning."

"Then, follow the usual order, eat breakfast first, and then take medicine." The nurse pointed to the things on the plate and ordered.It can be seen that the relationship between her and Yukimura is extremely harmonious, and she shook her fingers after speaking, "Kun Yukimura is a good boy, so I won't say more."

Facing the nurse's familiarity, Fenghe felt a little helpless, but he could only agree, "I will eat well." However, Yukimura is a good boy, if he were not in such a state, Fenghe would probably laugh from the bottom of his heart.

"En." The nurse nodded happily, and then looked at the Fenghe version of Yukimura for a moment.

Feng He was a little puzzled, "Is there any problem?" The nurse's eyes were strange, he probably didn't button his clothes wrongly.

"No, no." The nurse smiled again, "Is there anything uncomfortable about Yukimura-kun today?" It's a bit strange, it's a familiar face, but somehow it feels a little colder, which makes the familiar face The familiar Xiuya's face is a little different from the previous one, is it because Yukimura-kun didn't smile this morning?

Of course Fenghe knew the difference between himself and Yukimura, but apart from this, he did not forget that Yukimura was a patient, and a detailed description of his illness would be beneficial to treatment, so he felt it before he said, "There is nothing particularly uncomfortable, just... ..." He lowered his head, looked in the direction of his palm, and clenched his fists hard. Although he always knew that Yukimura's disease would cause muscle weakness, how could it be the same as what he heard? So, is this what Yukimura has been enduring all this time? ?

"Just?" The nurse tilted her head.

"Hands and feet feel a bit useless." Feng He came back to his senses and continued.The same movement requires more effort than usual.

The nurse saw the pair of eyes that seemed to be particularly penetrating today, and felt a little regretful for a while. Yukimura-kun is a tennis player, and I heard that he is still very good at playing tennis, but he has this disease and wants to pick up the racket again. It's not completely impossible, and the chances are very slim.

Shaking her head in her heart, the nurse quickly adjusted her mood and smiled comfortingly, "Mr. Yukimura is sick, as long as you take the medicine well, you will be fine after you recover."

Feng He nodded, "Well, I see." Yukimura will definitely recover!

Just when Yukimura in Fuhe version was being urged by the nurse to eat and take medicine, in Fuhe Kanagawa's home, a boy with blue hair was also looking at his "self" in the mirror.

Handsome appearance, light blue eyes, someone who is too familiar to be mistaken.

The young man's slender fingers slowly brushed across the surface of the mirror. He still remembered that he once admired that when these eyes looked at people seriously, they seemed to reflect the color of the sky.Even now, such a beautiful color has not changed in the slightest.

But how could he become him, how could he become the wind?

Obviously, when I fell asleep last night, everything was still as usual, but when I woke up, I was not in the hospital ward, but in the bedroom of the wind.

Should he say, as expected, it has something to do with the wind, and there will always be all kinds of magical events that were completely unimaginable before they happened.

The incident with the card last time was enough to surprise Yukimura, so he didn't even feel particularly shocked when such a thing happened this time.

Is it the magic of getting used to things related to wind?

Yukimura raised the corners of his lips slightly, and in an instant, like a spring breeze blowing a hundred flowers in full bloom, the supposedly indifferent young man in the mirror smiled like a warm spring sun, his light blue eyes were like the sparkling lake surface, shining brightly.

All of a sudden, the difference brought about by different souls is so obvious that it is absolutely impossible to ignore the difference.

Looking at the smiling face of the person in the mirror, Yukimura sighed with some regret, it's just a pity that he looks so pretty when he smiles, even for him, there are only a handful of times when he sees the wind laughing.

However, now is not the time to sigh, it is time to make sure of one thing, he is here, is the wind there?

The author has something to say:

Don't keep staring at sex, you have to do something new, 233333.

ma~Anyway, the author's brain hole has been praised for sand sculpture.

Thank you for the grenade of my little angel of returning home, I will try my best to adjust to the previous time, make a fist!