Male God Cultivation Manual

While coach Huacun was giving routine pre-match instructions to the second doubles team of the Kanto selection team that took the lead, Baker, the person in charge of the opposite American team, was also facing the second doubles team formed by Billy Kaidi and Mike Leigh. Two doubles show righteousness.

However, unlike coach Huacun's entrustment on winning the game, Baker's reminders are all about how to attract the attention of investors in order to obtain greater returns. He treats this game as a business, "You know your mission Well, try to please those investors as much as possible, and play a gorgeous game, so that you can win the favor of investors."

He wore a cowboy hat at the beginning, a bit like Billy Katie, the cowboy in those western movies. Evenly matched on the field, if it is a one-sided game, it will be boring. It seems that they can make the opponent proud for a while, and then stage a Jedi counterattack. I believe the boss will appreciate their performance.

As for their strength, whether they can easily play with each other between applause, they have never considered this at all, they have absolute confidence, the difference lies in whether they really hit harder, or pretend to hit harder .

What?The opponent may have extraordinary strength and beat them?

Asian tennis, how is it possible, they are the US team.

"Well, let's play," Baker was quite satisfied with Billy's answer, "I'm sure you guys know what to do."

Just as the American team's doubles player was confidently playing, the Kanto team's doubles player also stepped onto the court.

Compared with Mr. Atobe, who moves gracefully and has a coquettish aura, Fenghe still looks deserted, which is nothing unusual. Only he knows that he is actually walking a little bit, because the words of Atobe are still echoing repeatedly in his head. , they don't need formations, they don't need formations, they don't need...

Where does Atobe have the confidence that they can win without any formation?

They are not doubles partners who have undergone long-term training. Even if they don't need to discuss before the game, they can easily learn what the other party wants and constantly adjust and cooperate during the game.

The two of them have never partnered before!

Even, Feng He doubted whether Atobe had ever played doubles with someone on the official court.

Because of this, Atobe was able to tell him so fearlessly that they didn't need a formation.

Then why don't they just learn from Echizen's doubles, divide the field into two, and one person manages one side.

"One game determines the outcome, Atobe serves."

The sound of the start of the game made Feng He calm down all his messy thoughts in an instant.

No matter what kind of game it is, he has already developed an excellent mental state that he will concentrate on as long as he stands on the court.

Although he now has a partner who feels very unreliable, he also believes in Atobe's arrogance. If he can keep winning as he said, it's fine. A person who would rather lose the game than know how to change it.Watching the match between him and Tezuka, we know that Atobe's belief in winning is no worse than him on the court.

So, he just needs to focus on the game now.

Atobe's serve is still quite exciting. The perfect ball control ability is superimposed on the fast ball speed, and it is a serve to score.

Of course, Fenghe was not bad either. At the moment when the opponent counterattacked, he swung the racket cleanly, and the ball was accurately pressed on the baseline, scoring again.

"Atobe and Kaze won, 1-0."

With the efforts of Kaze and Atobe, they won the next round feeling extremely relaxed.

There were warm cheers in the stadium.

"Is the U.S. team so weak?" Marui blew a bubble while lying on the railing outside the court, "Both Atobe and Kaze didn't try their best. If the opponent is always at this level, then this game is meaningless gone."

"It won't be that simple." Li Haida has three players participating, and Liu has already studied the information of the US team before the Japan-US Friendship Youth Selection Tennis Competition. "The US team should still be testing the two. According to the data, Among the two, the one named Billy Caddy is a powerful player, while Mike Leigh is a flexible player who can handle various types of balls. The second doubles will be played first, and I believe the two will not be low in terms of ability or cooperation."

"Strength type and skill type?" Nioh looked at Atobe and Fuhe who were being taught by coach Huacun, "It seems that it will be unexpectedly interesting."

And after one round of the game, the US team's evaluation of the two has also changed. Before, they just thought that the two were ostentatious, and there was no way. juvenile.Now that they have seen the strength of Feng He and Atobe, the two members of the American team have become a little more serious. It seems that they are going to change from pretending to play hard to playing a little hard.

However, as long-term doubles players, the two also saw the shortcomings of the combination of Fuhe and Atobe at a glance.

"It can be seen that both of them should be mainly singles players." Mike said, "There is no cooperation at all."

"Now, it's not the time yet." Billy spread out his hands, and if he wanted to play a gorgeous game, now, it's not the time to do his best.

The start of the game again, for Feng Hejibu, is still going smoothly. Even if the two don't have any formation and cooperation, but under the pressure of their strong strength, the US team seems to have no power to fight back.

Although the US team was not as vulnerable as in the first round, and it could even be said that it was evenly matched with the combination of Atobe and Fuhe, the score was still one-sided without any suspense.

The most gorgeous and dazzling one is the king of the Ice Emperor.

Tannhauser's serve, waltz of disillusionment, Atobe set off climaxes again and again on the court.At the moment when the racket in the hands of the US team members was knocked down, the sun seemed to shine on the fingertips of the gray-blue-haired teenager, "Let's indulge in my master's beauty."

After a moment of silence, more enthusiastic cheers erupted outside the stadium. It seemed that the victory of Atobe and Fenghe's group was already a fruit in their hands.

"Atobe and Kaze won, 4-0."

"Very good, keep this state, and we must win this victory." Coach Huacun, who was guiding on the field, also looked very satisfied and didn't say anything more.

Atobe wiped his sweat after running on the court, "If the US team only has this level, it will be too disappointing." He said, turning to the silent Feng He, "You don't need any formation, Feng?"

Feng He was also wiping sweat, and upon hearing this, he glanced at Atobe lightly, "Atobe, the game is not over yet, it's too early to say that." Compared to Atobe who has a strong and confident Atobe, even if Feng He doesn't remember the plot, , but after being molested by the system many times, I have more or less understood the thoughts of these behind-the-scenes manipulators. The Japan-US Friendship Youth Selection Tennis Competition will not be so cheap and let them win. There must be twists and turns, or the US team still He didn't show his strength, or there were other accidents.

Fenghe has long been not afraid of the strength of his opponent, but more or less, he is still worried about his cooperation with Atobe, the opponent is a doubles player who cooperates tacitly.

Atobe snorted dissatisfied when he heard the words, "Won't you cooperate with me once?"

Cooperate?

Fenghe took a step too late to react, so Atobe's question was not because he wanted to know the answer, but because he wanted him to answer like Huadi?

So the expressionless and indifferent young man turned his head to look at the person, his eyes were so pale that they were almost transparent, there was a kind of inorganic coldness, like transparent glass beads without vitality, crystal clear, but without emotion, what Atobe said Returned it to him intact, "Sorry, we don't need that kind of thing."

Then, although Feng He opened his mouth to apologize sincerely, Atobe turned his head and looked even more dissatisfied.

The game started again, as expected by Fenghe, this time, the US team did not intend to hold back, they felt that the audience should have fully understood the opponent's strength after the fight, and they counterattacked, of course, they are stronger .

It's going to be a gorgeous and exciting game.

As a power player, Bailey swung his racket heavily the moment the ball came, and the tennis ball passed through the defensive gap between Atobu and Fenghe with a fierce speed and strength, and after falling to the ground and rebounding, it spun for a while before stopped.

Both Atobe and Fenghe turned their heads to look at the tennis balls before looking at the American player on the opposite side.

Bailey showed a smug expression just as he swung his racket. Did you see that this is his true strength.

After Bailey made a shot, Mike also made a shot. With an incredible posture, after receiving the ball, he immediately hit it.

The two of the US team cooperated tacitly. Every ball was played where Atobe and Fenghe were difficult to cooperate. The situation seemed to be reversed in an instant.

"The opponent is starting to get serious." Fenghe said to Atobu during the interval of the game.

"If you don't do this, it won't be fun." Atobe hooked the corners of his lips. He has been bored for a long time, so it should make him excited.

"Be careful, they seem to see through our lack of cooperation." Although Feng He didn't quite understand why the opponent had to observe four rounds before starting to counterattack, it didn't prevent him from telling Ajibu to be careful.

"Understood, don't be so wordy." Atobe replied indifferently.

Feng He didn't bother to talk to him, why was he so wordy, he was famous for being concise and to the point in Lihai University, otherwise, wouldn't Bingshan boy be talkative?

Watching the performance of the American team on the field, coach Huacun, who was described by Feng He as letting them both let themselves go, supported his head gracefully, with a mysterious smile on his mouth.

She is not afraid that the American team is strong, but afraid that the American team is not strong enough. If it is not strong enough, how can it stimulate those two people and let them show their true strength.

As I said earlier, the best opponent may also be the best partner. Both of them are arrogant teenagers. They will never allow the score to be overtaken or even lose the game. It depends on how far the opponent can do it.

Atobe, who became serious, once again used the disillusioned waltz on the court, just like Coach Huacun thought, he would never allow failure.

However, the Ice Emperor King's unique move was hit back by the opponent in the form of a volley before the ball touched the handle of the opponent's racket, without delay.

Facing Kamibu's somewhat astonished gaze, Billy's voice seemed flat, but only the corners of his mouth turned up could reveal his inner complacency and showing off, "Goose volley."

There was an uproar in the audience, especially the tennis club members who had seen Atobe's strength at the Kanto Grand Tournament.

Being beaten back to his favorite technique, the unwilling Atobe once again played the waltz of disillusionment, but the situation did not change, and the tennis ball was beaten back again.

"Billy, Mike wins, 1-4, switch sides."

"That Mike's posture is a bit strange." Standing in front of coach Huacun, Feng He frowned slightly, although he was not shaken by the loss of a game, and he would not be too surprised by the opponent's amazing reflexes, But no matter what, he felt that Mikey's actions were a bit indescribable.

"Hehe, did you see it?" Coach Huacun didn't seem surprised at all, she smiled, "That Mike is also from China."

"What?" Even Fenghe was a little surprised.

Coach Huacun's smile deepened. It was not easy to see Feng Jun's expression change even a little bit, "His father is a foreign Chinese. He grew up in China and studied Chinese culture. Martial arts, so his tennis should have evolved from Chinese martial arts."

"...That's it." This is definitely the worst time my big flower family has been hacked. The opponent's style of play is called martial arts?Sure enough, in the eyes of foreigners, China is just martial arts, and it’s really too much to say for foreign Chinese.

"So, don't underestimate him." Coach Huacun shook his fingers, "And that Billy, his special skills have all evolved from the methods of harnessing horses used by western cowboys."

"..." So besides the guy who plays martial arts, does the opponent also have a guy who rides a horse?Fenghe suddenly felt a strong sense of powerlessness. It turned out that it was not their doubles, but this match, taking jujube pills!

After listening to Coach Huacun's words, Atobe snorted and dropped the towel to wipe his sweat. Just now his favorite technique was hit back twice by the opponent, and his uncle was extremely upset.

Feng He sighed in his heart, "Atobe."

"Huh?" The blue-purple-haired boy looked over.

"Have you played enough?" Feng He's inquiry was as plain as an ordinary greeting.

"What do you mean?" Atobe narrowed his eyes slightly.

"The expressions on their faces after they scored just now," Feng He said succinctly and directly this time, "I don't like it. If you play enough, we'll end the game." From the start of the game to the present, they have been very indifferent and follow the trend And for the young man, it was only at this moment that he showed his ferocity.

Atobe was startled, "End the game? Huh?"

"Yeah," Feng He nodded, answering quite naturally, as if they could end the game and win immediately if Atobu agrees, "The most important thing now is to win the game!" In the palm of his hand, he will lose if he wants to lose, and win if he wants to win. He will not let the other party have a chance to show it!

If it was just an ordinary opponent, as Atobe said, maybe they can win without any formation coordination, but this is obviously not the case now, the opponent is also very strong.

But what about that?

Whether it's him or Atobe, they are neither a tool for the opponent's performance, nor a stepping stone for the opponent's victory.

Since the opponent lost 4-1, then, let's continue to lose!

Feng He stared directly at Atobe's eyes, and the ice-colored eyes carried a three-pointed arrogance that surfaced from the water. The youthful elegance is when the arrogance is fully displayed.

The next moment, Atobe snorted and said, "That's right, the most important thing now is to win the game." Compared with the opponent's behavior of hiding his strength, he hates the feeling of being overtaken by the opponent even more. He hates it very much!

Feng He looked at the old man who was still holding airs, and took the lead in reaching out to Atobu, "So, let's work hard together? Partners?"

Seeing this, Atobe no longer held back, stretched out his hand and patted Feng He's hand heavily, and then held it, "Ah."

In the next game, everything will be different.

The most obvious feeling is that the two of the US team are directly facing each other.

"The two of them feel different." Mike Surong, who had better observation skills, reminded Billy.

"I know." Billy also found out, "But it doesn't matter, it's impossible to have a doubles partner who can cooperate well before the battle."

Said, a lob, once again lured towards Atobe, anyway, no matter how many times he used that shattering waltz, he would be hit back by Mike.

Sure enough, like a fish that couldn't help but take the bait, Atobe once again played a shattered waltz, and then was hit back by Mike, aiming at the place that Atobe was still difficult to hit.

Just when the two of the US team thought they would score when the tennis ball hit the ground, someone had already stood at the point where the ball landed and swung the racket chicly, but it hit the bottom line.

"15-0."

"What's going on here?" Billy and Mike looked at each other, "What kind of ball was that just now?" They always thought that among Fenghe and Atobu, Atobu performed better and stronger, while Fenghe was mediocre. Unexpectedly, at this point in the game, they suddenly gave them such a big "surprise".

Across the net, the blue-haired boy put down his racket, with an eclectic posture, "Counterattack: Xingyun."

Atobe raised the corners of his lips disdainfully at the astonished American team, did they think they would be the only ones who could play back his shattered waltz?

Of course, his uncle will not admit this.

Returning to the two people standing in their positions, Atobe suddenly said, "Hey, I remember, your smooth flow can be divided into offensive skills and counterattack skills, right?" Although he didn't turn his head, Atobe But he asked with certainty that as an opponent, he might really understand Feng's unique skills better than his companions.

Feng He raised the corners of her lips almost invisible, "Ah."

"It seems that my uncle has no choice but to rest assured and hand over his back to you."

Atobu spoke proudly, but there was trust in his voice, Feng He answered coldly, but he was unshakable and firm, "Let go and fight, leave your back to me."

As the yellow ball was thrown high, in an instant, Fuhe and Atobe changed their formation. In the Australian formation, Atobu was in front and Fenghe was behind.

"Wow, that's amazing, it's completely different from just now." As a doubles player who knows how to cooperate, Kikumaru, who has always been worried about the format of the game on the court, suddenly jumped up, "Come on, Kaze, Atobe!"

"I didn't expect that the two could cooperate like this," Shinozu stood behind Kikumaru and pushed his glasses, "Atobe is the main attacker, Kaze is the main defender, and the cooperation is pretty good."

"Hehe," Bu Er, who fully understood Feng He's nature, was not surprised at all, and the genius of Qingxue smiled, "Feng is very good at matching opponents in doubles, and his skills are both offensive and defensive. There is no problem in cooperating with the opponent's main attack or main defense."

Kikumaru glanced at Fuji, "I really have confidence."

Bu Er smiled.

"Atobe and Kaze won, 5-1."

Feng He and Atobe started to cooperate with each other, and soon the score was pushed to the match point between the two of them attacking and defending with a tacit understanding.

And the two of the US team began to worry.

"What a joke! How could I lose here!" Billy also showed his desperate attack, fighting for every ball.

And Mike, following Billy's rhythm, also started to launch a fierce attack. All of a sudden, the speed and strength of the two reached a height that had never been reached in this game.

The two took the lead to score a point.

"15-0."

But it's not just the two of them who hold the idea that they must never lose, Fenghe and Atobe, their dedication to victory has also raised their states to their peak state.

"Be careful, they are starting to fight against each other." Feng He held the racket and reminded softly.

"Don't worry, my uncle knows." The more the last moment, the counterattack will be more powerful, but it is just the last struggle before the interim.

Although he understands that the U.S. team is in a dying state, Atobe will not take it lightly. When the situation is good, let alone being turned from defeat to victory. The arrogant uncle is also absolutely intolerable, so he said so, but he became even more engrossed.

The two nodded at each other, and then once again concentrated all their energy on the game.

"15-15."

"30-15."

"I won't lose, I won't lose, I will never lose!" Shouting from the bottom of his heart, Billy hit back the ball that passed the net vigorously, which was his unique skill, the goose volley.

Atobe in front of the net, when he raised his racket, made a fake move that was unreal and gave up the ball.

The heavy ball that escaped the power of the frontcourt was easily hit back by Feng He in the backcourt.

And the American team also has Mike, with a strange posture, Mike aimed at the gap where Feng He had no time to return to the defense.

Atobe was not a vegetarian either, he volleyed heavily in the direction of the US team, and Billy tried his best to save the ball. Probably the US team was lucky, and the ball landed in front of the net on the other side of Atobe.

Just when Billy was about to make a victory gesture, a blue-haired figure stopped there. Fenghe's movements were calm and casual, but the active attacking tennis ball was like flowing water, making it hard to guard against.

This time, the U.S. team could no longer save the ball from Fuhe and Atobe, who had suddenly switched offense and defense, and could only watch the tennis ball hit the ground.

"It's impossible, aren't you good at defense?" Billy roared in disbelief.

Before Fenghe could answer, Atobe, who was about to say something while clapping his hand on his shoulder, turned around and raised his eyebrows. The Ice Emperor's expression was condescending, "Who told you that he can only defend?" of? Huh?"

Billy was stunned for a moment, yes, no one told him, but he had been watching Fenghe actively cooperate with Atobe's defense, so he naturally thought so.

The next moment, ignoring the losers of the two American teams, Atobe held Feng He's hand with one hand and raised it high, "Let's indulge in our beauty."

Simultaneously with the cheers outside the stadium, it was the voice of the referee announcing the result of the game, "The game is over, Atobe and Kaze won, 6-1."