Male God Cultivation Manual

"Wind?" Feeling the distraction of the person in front of him, Yukimura called out, staring at him so engrossed and thinking about something, this kind of wind is rare.

Feng He came back to his senses and temporarily let go of the thoughts just now. Before that, there is one more important thing to be determined, which is also the top priority now, "Do you have any idea about today's matter? Or what happened yesterday? No?" Couldn't it be that the two suddenly switched bodies when they woke up?

I don't know why, Fenghe always feels that things are not that simple, you know, he is doing a mission.

It was only at this time that he would remember that he was doing a task.

Yukimura also frowned when he mentioned this, recalled it once again, and then said affirmatively, "No, yesterday was the same as before, nothing special." After recalling, he looked at Feng He again, "Where are you? What special event?"

Feng He shook his head, "No, it's the same as before." Although it felt that the matter was not simple, Feng He never expected that this was caused by the upgraded version of the card that he had already left behind.

The two discussed for a while, but they were still at a loss as to why this happened. There was nothing they could do. Yukimura smiled, "Why don't you try going to the shrine to worship?"

"...I don't think it's useful." Yukimura would also come up with such unreliable ideas, but it seems even more unreliable in this situation now, "Let's see again, if there is really no other way, go to the shrine Try it." Feng He also felt that he couldn't speak to death, what if this method could work, isn't Xing Cun the son of God, maybe God has special favor for him.

Well, he was just thinking about it.

Yukimura also said it as a joke, but it seems that there is only such a non-solution that can be reserved as a backup. When this kind of thing happens, it is too late to hide it, let alone ask someone to inquire about it.

Sighing, the Son of God also felt a little headache in the face of such a situation, "Well, for now, it can only be like this temporarily."

Feng He started to feel some headaches as he spoke, he stretched out his hand and rubbed his forehead, "You go to the school department instead of me, will I be hospitalized instead of you?" Although he was very happy to let Yukimura stand on the court again, even if it was him His body is fine, but there is still a problem. Although he and Yukimura are using each other's body, their personalities are completely different.

How can two people with such a huge contrast and can even be said to be opposite in some aspects pretend to be each other?

Yukimura sighed, "It's just that I have to work hard on you." It wasn't Kaze who got sick, but now it's Feng who gets sick instead.

Looking at the young man in front of him who clearly looked like himself, but whose blue eyes were particularly penetrating because of his different soul, his pupils were not obscured by such an unfavorable situation, Yukimura suddenly felt a little distressed, it turned out that those eyes, even if It is a color that is different from the others, and it can also be so clear that it makes people feel like it is reflecting the sky.

The wind should not bear its own destiny.

"It's nothing." Feng He shook his head. He has always been open-minded and didn't care about it. He was just hospitalized. Life and death are coming, and he can handle it.

Facing Kami Yukimura's eyes, Fenghe suddenly had a little understanding. Although he looks so strong on the court, in fact, Yukimura is a very gentle boy at ordinary times. Even if he is a little alienated from strangers, he is kind and friendly to people, and He also has keen sensibility, otherwise, he would not be able to draw such moving pictures.Now, he probably feels a little guilty about himself.

"It's really nothing," Feng He repeated again, "just be, experience a different life. Not everyone has the opportunity to experience a completely different life."

Yukimura shook his head, "What a good experience to be sick." No one likes to be sick.

"If you haven't been sick, you won't know the importance of health." Feng He said, suddenly blessed to his heart, "You don't know the warmth of spring without the cold winter."

"You don't know the warmth of spring without the cold winter." Yukimura chewed it carefully, and the next moment, the son of God showed his face, like spring returning to the earth, "Yes, you don't know the warmth of spring without the cold winter."

After all, Yukimura has a calm temperament and understands what Fenghe means, so he let go of this matter that neither of them can do anything about.

Seeing Yukimura's relief, Fenghe also felt relieved, and changed the topic, "The experience is really good, but we are completely different." Even the other party's body has a completely different aura.

Xing Cun smiled and said nothing, his gentle smile showed a sense of mystery, and he had the urge to make Feng He fight a cold war. His patriarch's bad taste is really beyond ordinary description.

Really, nothing will happen, right?

Fenghe and Yukimura are in the same class and department, and they are actually quite familiar with each other. Even if they have switched bodies now, there are not many things that need to be explained.

The two straightened things out again, and explained some things that the other party may not know or are not familiar with. Others, they can only adapt to the situation.

Of course, Fenghe still remembered to reset the phone, and the alarm clock should be deleted quickly.

He couldn't imagine Yukimura's appearance when he heard the bell.

"Then, I'll go back to school first." Looking at the time, Yukimura picked up Fenghe's tennis bag. He only asked the teacher for half a day off, and he had to go to school to report in the afternoon.

"Well," Feng He was still sitting on the hospital bed, where Yukimura used to sit before, and said earnestly, "Be careful in everything."

"Don't worry," Yukimura withdrew his smile, his rare expressionless face became a bit of his usual Fenghe look, and when he spoke again, his voice was also a bit cold, "Xingmura."

Feng He looked at Yukimura's current state and raised his eyebrows. His Patriarch is actually a master of acting, at least with just one sound, it's not so easy for people to see the flaws.

He should have trusted Yukimura's pursuit of perfect personality.

After calling, Yukimura did not speak, just like Fuhe, looking at people with double clear eyes, Fuhe probably understood what he meant, tried to ease his expression, imitating the way Yukimura called him ,"wind."

Then, Yukimura patted him on the shoulder, "You don't have to force it." So Yukimura once again felt that he seemed to see a kind of grievance from those calm eyes.

Hmm, maybe the reaction was too cute, so I subconsciously wanted to bully him?

With what could be called a happy mood, Yukimura left the hospital and went back to school.

Before Fenghe had time to sigh a few times about the black belly of Master Lihai, Yukimura's phone rang.

When I picked it up, it showed a familiar name.

It's Li Haida's lunch break, is this a greeting from Sanada?While guessing the origin of the call, Feng He picked up the phone, "Hello." Feng He never imagined that Sanada's call came after Yukimura's whim in the morning.

Hearing Yukimura's voice was not unusual, Sanada breathed a sigh of relief, "Xukimura, are you okay?"

Feng He was confused, no matter whether it was Yukimura or him who was using Yukimura's body now, nothing happened.And it seems that Sanada didn't ask about the exchange of bodies. Yukimura probably hasn't arrived at school yet, even if he does, as long as he doesn't want to, he won't be out so soon, so Fenghe's answer is a bit inexplicable, "I'm fine, Why do you ask?"

Sanada frowned fiercely, "Fuze said that something happened, if you are fine, could it be that something happened to him?" He would be worried about Feng, just like he was worried about Yukimura.

Fenghe suddenly felt the urge to help him. Did Yukimura say something when he asked for leave? He really deserves to be the master, but now is not the time to sigh, and he slowed down his voice slightly, "Don't worry, Feng also Very good," paused, "something happened this morning, but it has been resolved."

Only then did Sanada loosen his brows slightly, "What about Fengren?"

"I've already gone back to school, and I shouldn't be absent from the department work in the afternoon," Feng He thought for a while, "Let's not mention this matter for now, there is something else I want to tell you." He took the phone and walked to the bedside, Open the window, the summer sky is blue without any haze.

It's no wonder that the National Junior High School Tennis Championships will be held in summer. Such weather is really perfect for playing tennis.

The yellow ball crosses the blue sky, leaving traces of youth, bright and deep color.

As expected, Sanada was distracted, "What's the matter?"

"About this week's Kanto Tournament semi-finals, the order of appearance against Fudo Peak..." Integrating Yukimura's gentle tone, Fuhe's voice is slightly warm, yet firm. In this singles match, he wants to stay behind. To Yukimura.

"Okay, I understand, I will arrange for Feng to play." Sanada agreed without hesitation.

Even Feng He wanted to raise the corners of his mouth slightly when he heard such a reply, thinking about Yukimura's usual appearance, he added, "Thank you, Sanada."

"Don't worry, Yukimura," Sanada didn't notice anything strange, and replied very seriously, "Our Lihaida's three-in-a-row fighter has no dead ends!"

After hanging up the phone, Fenghe put down the phone and sighed deeply. He didn't know how long the situation between him and Yukimura would last. He wasn't worried about whether Yukimura would win or lose if he replaced him. He also wanted Yukimura to have a chance The last game, but they are not the other side, anyway, I hope everything can get back on track in the end.

Only at this time, he would probably be thankful that he was still doing the mission after all, and everything would not be derailed for too long before the mission succeeded or failed.

When Yukimura returned to school, it was already afternoon class time.

I had been in the hospital for too long before, and although I insisted on self-study, there were still many new things to accept, so I spent the afternoon learning new courses quickly.

only……

Yukimura looked at what he had written in Fenghe's notebook, his demeanor could be imitated, but his handwriting could not deceive anyone.Feng's handwriting is like the tennis ball he played, beautiful but with a kind of unrestrained freedom, sometimes it even looks a little scribbled when it is only for yourself to read, but it is not messy.As for Yukimura's handwriting, although it is also well written, there is a hint of youthful sharpness in the gentleness. When the two people's handwriting is put together, the difference can be seen at a glance.

This is not good, if there is an exam, such handwriting is too easy to attract suspicion.

Yukimura restarted his line, and began to imitate Fenghe's previous handwriting intentionally or unintentionally. Although the effect was not significant after the two classes, the difference was not as conspicuous as before. Only then did Yukimura close his notebook with satisfaction.

After the afternoon classes are over, it's time for departmental activities.

When Yukimura walked to the entrance of the Lihai University Tennis Club with his tennis bag on his back, his footsteps paused. From the time he entered the first grade of junior high school, except for the holidays when all the staff were on vacation, this is the place where he came every day, regardless of the wind and rain. Unobstructed, as familiar as the doorway of my own home.

But after being sick and hospitalized, how long has he been here, three months, or five months?

Slightly closing his eyes, the boy's blue eyes opened, with a sharpness that could almost cut people, he didn't want to think about those meaningless things, the most important thing is now, even with the wind body , he also... came back!

As soon as Yukimura's version of Fuhe stepped into the tennis club, someone familiar stretched his arm and put it on his shoulder. When he turned his head, he saw Nioh's conspicuous silver-white hair.

Seeing Yukimura looking over, Nioh asked with an expression full of interest, "Where did you go for training this morning? Sanada's face is ugly enough, puri." That look.

Knowing that Feng and Nioh have a good relationship, Yukimura was very calm about the fraudster's sudden movement of hooking his shoulders and back, and his words were plain, but the content was not ordinary at all, "Go to Yukimura's place."

"Xingcun?" Nioh was even more curious, "Did you go to the hospital?"

"Ah." Yukimura carried out Feng He's always simple answering style, answering one by one.

"What are you going to the hospital for?" Renwang asked.

Although he was honest, Yukimura also knew that Kaze would not answer all questions, and if he didn't want to answer, there were ways.

So now he just glanced at King Ni indifferently, "Want to know?"

"Of course." King Ren was in high spirits.

"Call and ask Yukimura?" Fenghe mixed with the master, definitely made it more difficult to deal with.

The fraudster, who was still interested just now, immediately shook his head quite sensibly, "Forget it, I'm not very interested." He's not interested... It's no wonder, but he didn't think he had a bad day when he went to Kazukimura to inquire about such things. Uncomfortable, but he hasn't forgotten the "miserable" experience during that time after the gossip Yukimura's date.

Yukimura looked at Nioh, who had retreated and stopped asking questions. Feng's extremely indifferent face couldn't stop his curiosity. His self-conscious name was quite useful.

However, Yukimura didn't think that this would scare Nioh away. It's just that Nioh wouldn't inquire about it face-to-face. A fraudster has the cunning of a fox.

No way, who told him that each of these members has quite a personality.

But the finals of the Kanto Tournament are coming soon, and they are so leisurely. Sure enough, the training is not strict enough, so they are too leisurely?

So once again, the cunning fraudster dug a hole for himself. After all, not everyone could have imagined such a strange thing as body swapping.

Nioh didn't know that the person wearing Feng Hopi was actually their big devil. He believed that the wind was very strong. Started chatting with Yukimura version Fuhe about other topics.

The two chatted one after another, and they didn't stop until the collective training began.

Sanada looked at Fenghe who arrived on time and nodded secretly in satisfaction, as long as the matter can be resolved, he doesn't want anything to affect Fenghe's next game.

It took less than a month from the end of the Kanto competition to the start of the national competition.

The training of Lihai University Tennis Club, after warming up, still starts with tennis-based practice. Although each tennis member of Lihai University has its own characteristics, preferences and strengths, the entire tennis club is in the primary and secondary positions. Under the leadership of the two ministers, they all attach great importance to basic exercises, no matter how boring they are, they will never be lazy.

The reason why Li Haida can dominate the whole country is how much talent and hard work, only they know, and only they need to know.

As the amount of practice gradually increased, Yukimura became more and more satisfied. In addition to everyone working hard, Feng's body also gave him many surprises when he used it.

As a minister and also a coach, Yukimura is very familiar with the situation of each official member, and he also knows what Fenghe's strengths and weaknesses are.

Looking at it now, during the few months he was hospitalized, Feng worked as hard as ever, and made remarkable progress in all aspects. Now that these basic trainings are done, the body's coordination and tolerance are quite good, and Yukimura needs to lower his weight. There is almost no place to cooperate with the body, and it is completely possible to move freely according to Yukimura's own mind, so how can people not be surprised.

There is no problem with basic physical strength, endurance and flexibility, so the next step is to see what happens on the field.

Even Yukimura needs to get used to his new body, and basic training is only part of it.

After the basic training is over, there will be a group practice match. On this day, it happens to be the turn of Fenghe and Liu to conduct a practice match, that is, Yukimura and Liu.

In fact, Fuhe and Yukimura's tennis are completely different, but also have some similarities.

For example, the two have the same perfect foundation, excellent ball feel, keen response on the court and impeccable coping methods.

So when Liu and Yukimura started the match, Liu didn't notice any difference.

But the more the game progressed, Liu, who is very familiar with everyone's data style, felt the difference.

He has played too many practice matches with Feng, whether he is a partner or an opponent, although Feng can also exert a strong pressure on the court with his strong strength and mysterious style of play, but today this kind of pressure seems to be overwhelming. Extra large.

The omnipresent sense of control over the court, the strong and almost omnipotent style of play, no matter where you hit the ball, he can hit it back, no matter what moves you use, how to calculate, it is useless to him .

The tennis that Feng played in the past was stronger and fiercer.

This kind of tennis style that is so perfect that it is almost miraculous, Liu has only seen in one person: the minister of their Tachikai University, Yukimura Seiichi who is called the son of God.

But how is this possible?

Obviously, the opponent on the other side of the field is the familiar Feng He. With Liu's own observation skills, he can be sure that the blue-haired boy opposite is [-]% in line with Feng He's appearance from the hair to the soles of his feet, and is not someone pretending or disguising.

However, other things can be deceiving, and the data will not be deceiving. The data of the person in front of him is not so much Fenghe, but actually has a higher degree of overlap with Yukimura.

What exactly is going on?

No amount of guessing is meaningful. It seems that after the department work is over, he has to have a good talk with someone.

The author has something to say:

Xiaofeng is really kind to Yukimura~

In the next chapter, the main version of Xiaofeng is about to end the game.

Thank you for being silent, Xia Mulan, the little angel's landmine, today is also a fat chapter.