Male God Cultivation Manual

Because it is too familiar a pattern, I don’t know how many times I have played in the practice match. It is really nothing special, so except for Liu who played in person, the feeling is particularly obvious, the others did not pay much attention to the match played by Yukimura and Yanagi. Occasionally Some people saw it, but they just felt that the momentum of the wind playing today was particularly amazing.

Yukimura wasn't particularly surprised when Yanagi stopped him from talking when the work was over.

As Feng He once said, the tennis court is the closest to the real place for this group of teenagers playing tennis.To get to know them, there is nothing better and more immediate than playing a game with them.

What's more, when playing with Yanagi, Yukimura didn't deliberately conceal that his tennis was completely different from Feng's. He could play impeccable tennis, just like when Feng didn't use the flowing water.But even if he wanted to imitate the appearance of Feng when he used Flowing Clouds and Flowing Water, the moves might be similar, but he couldn't imitate the eclectic and free and unrestrained style.

Probably already guessed that there will be such a result, so facing Li Haida's staff who knows everyone's data best, Yukimura's version of Fenghe looks quite calm and composed.

Liu looked at Fenghe in his eyes, he still looked expressionless and deserted, but he didn't know if it was due to the influence of different statistics on the court, how Liu looked at Fenghe today, he felt that he had a 30.00% five in peacetime different.

Liu didn't take the initiative to speak up, and Xingcun was not in a hurry. Li Haida's master has always been calm, not to mention, Liu found him, didn't he?

After a long while, it was Liu who said first, "I compared the data you played today with the data you played yesterday, and the deviation rate is above 30.00%." ​​The subtext is also obvious, such a deviation rate is too high.

There is a friend who is based on data and has amazing insight, so it is easy to find clues.

Besides, Liu was too familiar with both him and Feng.

Yukimura sighed with a smile in his heart, but on the surface he remained calm, "So?" This sentence seemed to be an answer, but in fact he didn't answer anything.

Of course, Liu didn't expect to show any flaws in the person in front of him with a single sentence. No matter which person he thought he was, they were not so easily swayed.

"Everyone's data is not fixed, and it is completely reasonable to show different data at different times, but just like a parabola drawn in mathematics, all data, whether rising or falling, have An uninterrupted pattern can be found, unless there are special circumstances, there will be no sudden fault." Liu is not the type who talks too much. It is rare that he can come out of such a long sentence. It’s a lie, then excluding data errors, the final conclusion, even if it is impossible, is the only answer.”

Yukimura also admired Liu's clear analysis, "So, what's your answer?"

Although he said it with certainty, when Yukimura asked the question, Liu, the calm data man of ten thousand years, was also shaken for a moment. Even if he knew that the data would not lie, but such an answer came out of his mouth. He would be surprised too.

However, after a while, Liu calmed down and asked Yukimura, "Seiki?"

Compared with Liu, Yukimura, who had already experienced the wish card incident and adapted to it for such a long time, was much calmer. Hearing Liu's call, he raised the corners of his lips slightly. And Kong, his frozen blue eyes are like the surface of a melted lake, the blue waves rippling out of a picture-like scenery, "Ah."

Yukimura answered calmly, but Liu was slightly taken aback. He had never seen such a smile on Feng He's face. Feng He seldom smiled. This feeling of smiling and blooming flowers.

Even a glimpse of such a smile on the face of a boy who had never smiled before was enough to amaze people, not to mention that the person in front of him was smiling so gently.

But Liu, who has been very familiar with Yukimura and Fenghe for a long time, of course will not be stunned by such a smile, he is stunned by the answer of the person in front of him. As a qualified data man, let him believe that there are such people in the world. Bizarre things, he also needs time to accept.

Fortunately, Li Haida's staff officer was calm and composed after all, and after a while he had recovered his indifferent look, at least on the surface it seemed calm, "What's the matter with you and Feng?" Since the person in front of him answered , No matter which one it is, Liu will not doubt the authenticity.

Because he chose to admit it, Yukimura answered very frankly, "We don't know what happened. When we woke up this morning, we found that the two of us had become like this. Suddenly we switched bodies. He arrived at the hospital, and I At his house." At first, he wasn't shocked, but after what happened last time, he accepted it much faster.

Liu suddenly realized, "No wonder Feng missed the morning exercise this morning and asked for leave to go to the hospital." The staff officer who quickly brought him in didn't feel that there was anything wrong with talking about Feng in front of "Feng He", but after he finished speaking, he noticed something strange again. , "The person who asked for leave to go to the hospital this morning is not Feng, but you?"

"Yes," Yukimura nodded, "Feng can't act in the hospital right now, so I asked for leave to go to the hospital. We need to deal with this matter together."

Liu quickly sorted out the words that sounded a bit chaotic, and made everything in order in his mind, "After that, you guys discuss the reason for this state." After a pause, Liu looked at Yukimura's version of Fuhe , although this body seems to have no sense of disobedience when Yukimura uses it, and even looks good when he smiles, but things are not that simple. The chaotic situation always needs to end, "Is there any way to end this state?"

Yukimura frowned slightly, "At a loss." Both of them didn't know how it started, nor how it would end, the only thing they knew was the fact that it became like this after sleeping.

Liu Wenyan couldn't think of any other way either, he didn't know much about metaphysics, no, before today, he never believed that there would be such a miraculous thing in the world, "So you decided to maintain this kind of Status?" He nodded, "There is really no other good way." It should be considered metaphysics, and it is rare that Liu is not so sure.

"Yes." Yukimura seldom encounters such a completely helpless situation, but he is actually a forward-looking and realistic person. If he does encounter it, he will accept it and deal with it actively, just like he was sick and hospitalized, just like This time, "So, I will appear as Feng for the time being." Although he is very familiar with Feng, the difference between the two of them is indeed too great, not to mention, the semi-finals of the Kanto Competition will be coming soon, and the final will be after victory. Immediately after the national competition, if he wants to stand on the field as Feng, he needs someone who understands the strength of the two of them to ensure that Li Haida's platoon lineup will not make mistakes. Liu is the most suitable person, and he has no conditions Trust Willow.

In fact, Sanada is also a personal choice, and it's not that he doesn't trust Sanada, but as he and Feng once mentioned, it's easy for an indomitable guy to overdo it. In some respects, Sanada is really too "simple".

Liu is also a person who knows the elegant meaning of listening to strings. Hearing what Yukimura said, one can guess the reason why he is so frank. Now the tennis team is at a critical moment in the game, and the winning streak of the tennis team cannot be affected because of his gentle style.

"I understand." Liu nodded and agreed. Although it was as elegant as a chrysanthemum, what Liu promised was really reassuring.

So Yukimura was relieved a lot, "That's good."

But Liu also sighed, "I hope this situation can end soon." After all, the chaotic situation of body swapping cannot last for a long time.

Yukimura also sighed, "Yeah." It is a good thing for him to be able to return to the court, or even just to be able to move freely.But it's too unfair for Feng who can only lie on the hospital bed instead of him. Although he knows that Feng doesn't mind, he can feel that kind of gentle heart, but the more so, the more he Can't help but care.

The two chatted for a while, and then they were about to separate when they were at the station.

Just when Yukimura's version of Fenghe turned around, Liu suddenly remembered something, "Wind." Even if he knew that he was facing Yukimura, Liu would be strict and not show any flaws.

Yukimura, who was gradually getting used to being called Kaze, turned around, "Is there anything else?"

Liu Danran's words seemed a bit meaningful, "Regarding the order of the semi-finals of this week's Kanto Tournament, Yukimura called Sanada." Intentionally or unintentionally, he emphasized Yukimura's name, which is what both of them knew." Let the wind come in as the third single, he said."

"I see." Yukimura's version of Fuhe's expression was impeccable, even that kind of calm and cold.

Liu was a little disappointed. Although not everyone was very obvious, in fact, Li Haida and his group had some bad tastes, and the curiosity of teenagers was always very strong.

Of course, Liu is more willing to call it a necessary way to collect data than to watch the excitement and gossip.

After Liu turned and left, the eyes that now belonged to Yukimura's eyes were so light that they were almost transparent, and gradually cracked like ice that was warmed, revealing a moving face that was brushed by warmth.

Let him say what, the wind...

The wind at night blows away the heat of the day and brings a refreshing coolness.

Under the warm yellow light, the young man in white sportswear is concentrating on swinging the tennis racket in his hand repeatedly. In the boring repetitive movements, what is revealed is not boredom, but the relief of being able to pick up the racket again.

Time passed quietly, and the boy stopped when his forehead was wet with sweat, and habitually reached out to pull the hairband on his forehead. After he didn't touch something familiar, he laughed for a moment. Really, I almost forgot Yes, this is the body of the wind.

Looking down at the racket in his hand, Yukimura turned his wrist, probably because the coordination between this body and him is so good that there is no discomfort of using other people's body, which always makes people subconscious Forget about it.

Taking out a towel from his tennis bag to wipe off his sweat, Yukimura packed his things and prepared to go home. It was getting late, and tomorrow was the semi-finals of the Kanto Tournament. Maintaining good work and rest habits is also the basis for ensuring a good state on the court.

Although Yukimura is fully confident that Li Haida will win tomorrow, but he will not be negligent because of this.

Having confidence and arrogance but not underestimating the opponent, this is the Rikkai Tennis Club.

When he was carrying the tennis bag, the phone in the bag rang. Yukimura took it out and looked at it. The corners of his mouth naturally turned up, showing a gentle smile. He answered the phone, "Hello, Yukimura?" Calling out his name jokingly, the look in Yukimura's eyes was particularly soft under the night light.

Since the two exchanged bodies, if there is no urgent need to call for explanation during the day, there must be a fixed call every night to exchange information.

Neither of them is a person who only takes one step and sees one step at a time. Being able to make preparations before doing things is a very compatible habit between the two of them.

Even if it was a joke, the voice of the well-tested person on the phone did not hesitate at all, it was completely indifferent to respond to all changes, "Ah."

Yukimura smiled even more, and Kazun's reaction was still so cute, one could imagine the helplessness hidden on that face with little expression, "How do you feel today?"

What Yukimura couldn't see was actually the boy half lying on the bed with an unusually pale face. Although he had followed the doctor's advice and Yukimura's words to pay close attention, the timing of the onset was beyond his control. I had an attack once, and it didn't ease up until the afternoon.

Even though he had seen Yukimura's appearance when he was ill, but when the sense of powerlessness that penetrated into the bone marrow and the sense of panic that he could not control his body suddenly surged up, Fenghe finally understood what was going on with this terrible disease. The pain at that moment was It is unforgettable that cannot be described in words, it is like being in hell, suffering without end.

Lowering his eyes slightly, even though he knew that Yukimura would not be able to see him, Feng He subconsciously concealed his thoughts and maintained a flat voice, "It's the same as usual, no problem." He is also very good at lying when necessary, and It is easier to be believed when a person who is usually honest tells a lie.

Sure enough, even Yukimura had no doubts. Hearing Kaze said he was fine, his worried mood relaxed a little. Being sick is already uncomfortable enough, and he didn't want Feng to experience the pain and powerlessness of being ill. "If there is any discomfort , Remember to tell the doctor immediately."

Although Feng He was lying on the head of the bed exhausted, the corners of her lips raised when she heard the words, "You said it." It was rare for Xing Cun to be so verbose.

After a pause, Feng He didn't want to continue the topic, "What about you, how is today?"

"Well, go to school as usual, work at the club." Yukimura reached out and brushed the broken hair on his forehead, no wonder sometimes he always sees the wind blowing his hair, his hair is a little longer and it is easy to get wet with sweat and block his eyes, he doesn't care I'm too used to using hair bands, and I only use them occasionally when I have no choice, and my eyes are a little sensitive, so that's why.

Well, let's cut it after tomorrow's game.

Fenghe listened to Yukimura's slightly panting voice, "Just finished practice?" Tomorrow will play a game, and Yukimura will definitely want to get more familiar with his body.

"Hehe, yes," Yukimura didn't mean to hide anything, "It seems that you have improved a lot during my hospitalization." Although I don't know what it will be like when Kaze uses his body to play ball, but just from In terms of physical strength and endurance, this body has improved a lot compared to before he was hospitalized.

However, this is a normal thing, Feng has always been a very hardworking person.

Hearing the praise from his minister, Feng He was also a little happy, "So this is still satisfactory and can be used now?" He also knows how to joke.

Yukimura laughed out loud, it was rare to appreciate Fuhe's sense of humor, "Very satisfied." It was even better than he imagined.

If you are so satisfied... Feng He raised his eyebrows, "Do you want to have a fight?"

"Huh?" Yukimura was slightly surprised.

"After you are discharged from the hospital." Feng He continued, with a faint but tangible expectation in his voice, I want to see what you will become after going through all these pains, and you also want to see me in the end How far has it progressed?

The answer that should have been very positive, but Yukimura hesitated for a moment. It's not that he doesn't want to play against the wind. It can even be said that after feeling the obvious improvement of the wind, he really wants to play against the current wind, but, "I don't want to play against the wind." I know when I can be discharged from the hospital." He never told them before, because he didn't want them to worry, but now he has the right to know the truth by using the wind in his body, "My illness can't be fully recovered if I just take medicine, so Some time ago, the doctor suggested the possibility of surgery." However, he hasn't made up his mind yet, and the doctor didn't hide it, so he knows that the success rate of this kind of surgery is not high.He is also human, and he will be afraid and afraid. The more he values ​​things, the less he can easily make any decisions.

Feng He was silent for a moment before speaking again, "I can't make decisions for you," even if the two of them exchanged bodies now, even if he knew that the operation would be successful, he couldn't make any decisions for Yukimura, "But Yukimura," Feng He's voice was full of trust and prudence, "I believe you will be able to return to the court." If it was Yukimura, even if he was struggling step by step from hell, he would try his best to climb back to the court. Up.

It's not because of any plot or what should be, but because Yukimura's love for tennis is so beyond everything.

The person on the other side of the phone said so definitely, definitely, as if just listening to such words, there is hope.

Yukimura's hand holding the phone tightened slightly, so, is it time for him to make a decision?

When I was still a little confused, I probably felt that he hadn't made a sound for a long time, and there was a questioning voice on the other end of the phone, "Xingcun?"

"It's okay." Yukimura came back to his senses, but asked almost by accident, "What if you make this decision?" The person lying in the hospital is Feng, so what will happen to him?

"Me?" Fenghe didn't expect Yukimura to ask such a question, and after thinking for a moment, he spoke again, "Even if there is a one in ten thousand possibility, I will do it." If you don't undergo surgery, you will never be able to play tennis. As for the operation, although the hope is slim, it is not hopeless, so no matter what, he will choose to hold hope in his hands, "I told you once, I probably can't do it, but there are always some people who don't want to do it." give up, and don't want to give up."

So if it was him, he would gamble on that possibility, and Feng He believed that Yukimura would do the same.

The son of God who regards tennis as life, the encounter with tennis is like a game of never giving up in the midsummer.

It was as if he came to this world just to play tennis.

After a long time, Yukimura finally accepted Feng He's words, only a simple sentence, "I see."

Fenghe seemed to understand Yukimura's words, "Well, then, let's go for tomorrow's game." Although he also wanted to watch tomorrow's Yukimura's game, he wanted to see what kind of performance Yukimura's soul and his body would play. Tennis, but he also knows that his current physical condition does not allow him to do so, so he can only cheer for Yukimura here.

"Okay," Yukimura's voice was naturally domineering, "I will bring the good news of victory."

"I'll wait." No matter when, he never doubted.

"Now the semi-finals of the Kanto Tournament, Lihai University Affiliated High School vs. Fudo Peak, please enter the competition."

The match between last year's national champion Li Hai and this year's largest dark horse Fudo Peak in the Kanto region has attracted the attention of many people.

Of course Fudofeng went all out in this kind of competition, but facing Li Haida, the gap in strength was still too obvious.

In the first doubles match, the combination of Sanada and Yanagi, while maintaining their own unique playing styles, easily defeated Fudomine and won 6-0.

In the second doubles match, Yagyu and Jackal also played with ease.

"If this continues, we won't be able to play, Nioh." Marui said with a bit of regret after blowing bubbles on the side of the court.The two doubles looked like a complete victory, and the third single was Feng. No matter how I thought about it, I thought it would be a 3-0 victory, and I didn't need to play in the next two singles.Of course he would be happy for Li Haida's victory, but he always felt a bit of a pity not being able to play.

"Ah." Nioh agreed, and turned to look at Yukimura's version of Fuhe, who was tidying up the network cables and preparing to play, "Feng, Liu said that the only national-level player in their school was last year's Kyushu Shuangxiong. You participated in it last year." Have you seen it in the national competition?"

Yukimura put down the racket that he had tidied up. He was used to Feng, a racket that was slightly lighter than his own. "I have seen it, but it looks very different from now."

"What's the difference?" Marui asked curiously.

"When we met last year..." Yukimura hadn't finished speaking, and the second doubles match on the field had ended, "The match is over, Li Hai won, 6-1." So Yukimura stopped what he hadn't finished speaking, and it was It's time for him to play.

"Now the semi-finals of the Kanto Tournament begin, Lihai University Affiliated High School vs. Fudo Peak, the third singles match, Lihai University Affiliated High School: Feng He vs. Fudo Peak: Tachibana Yoshihei."

As the broadcast started, Yukimura picked up the already familiar PRINCE and walked onto the court calmly.

Outside the court, Marui, who was watching Feng He's back, blew another bubble, "Nio, do you think the wind is strong today?" Although usually the wind is not bad as long as you stand on the court, but today It feels very sharp, like it can cut people.

Niwang habitually bent his back slightly, with his hands in his trouser pockets, "Not only today, but these days, but today is especially obvious." It seems that there is something that he should know but ignores.

The cunning silver-haired fox rolled his eyes. In this game, he had to watch carefully. The problems he ignored might reveal some clues on the court.

"It's true what you said." Marui thought about it carefully, and felt that Nioh's words made sense.

"So, let's watch the game carefully." Niwang followed the blue-haired boy who had already got the right to serve and stood at the side of the serve line. Maybe this game will give him some surprises.

The author has something to say:

Do you want to fight or not? This sentence is really very...

Thanks sharon, silent mine.