Male God Cultivation Manual

After the lunch break, the audience gradually returned to their seats to watch the game.

"I kept everyone waiting for a long time, and now we will start the second singles match." The host's words revived the atmosphere of the scene. The three matches in the morning were quite exciting, and they were also looking forward to the next match.

"Japan's Kanto selection team: Shusuke Fuji, against the US West Coast selection team: Andrew Eglideff."

"Hey, what a mouthful name." Kikumaru felt a little dizzy hearing the opponent's name. Not only did it feel very long, but the pronunciation was also very strange.

"This Andrew is said to be from Eastern Europe, and he immigrated to the United States later." Renzu pushed his glasses and explained.

"That's no wonder." Kikumaru nodded, and he said why the name is so strange.

"It's really rare." Compared with the two who were discussing names, Echizen, who stood in front of Kikumaru, restrained his expression and looked a little serious. "Senior Fuji had that expression before the game." As a companion, he saw There have been too many competitions for this so-called Qingxue genius. Even on the field, this senior always has frowned and calm looks, as if he will not be affected by the tense atmosphere of the competition. strong spirit.But this time, before the competition started, his expression was different. It was a bit like the final of the Kanto Competition, but it seemed to be different.

Echizen couldn't tell.

Feng He frowned slightly, it seemed that Baker's words still had some influence on Bu Er.Although Bu Er is very smart and able to distinguish right from wrong, he is also a very kind boy. Hearing such a story about tennis changing a painful fate, it is impossible to be completely indifferent.That Baker, I don't know if he took advantage of this to find the best one on purpose.

After all, for him, no matter how smart and talented a young boy is, he is too innocent, and he is not a match for the kind of filthy person who is used to people's hearts and can even betray them.

Hearing this, Kirihara took a serious look at Fuji's expression on the court, and felt that it was a bit different, as for the difference, he didn't know, anyway, it was different from when Fuji-senpai played against him, "Is Fuji-senpai a little nervous? "The unreliable little kelp guessed unreliably.

Feng He came back to his senses, "Yes, it's because of the opponent's coach, Baker, who found the perfect match before the match." It's really despicable to use this method to deal with these tennis-playing teenagers.

In a word, everyone turned their heads curiously and perplexed. After a while, Qieyuan, who was familiar with Fenghe, murmured, "Senior Feng...are you angry?"

Regardless of the undercurrent of the atmosphere outside the court, the game on the court has officially begun.

Fuji Shusuke, a genius known as Qingxue, likes to seek the excitement brought by pushing the opponent to the limit in the game. He is best at getting inspiration in actual combat. His style of play is full of unrestricted aura and Unpredictable and terrifying strength.

On the other hand, Andrew, who is the best opponent on the court, the US team, is on the contrary, with a precise machine-like style of play, which can control all the balls within the most accurate range.

Under mutual testing, Andrew took the lead in winning the next round.

In this form, Fuji also started to take it seriously. He originally played defensive and counterattack tennis.

But Andrew's observation ability is also amazing. After another round of the game, he has already seen through the shortcomings of the current version of Yan's flashback. The counter-attack ball uses the rotation of the incoming ball. If the incoming ball does not rotate , there is no ball that does not bounce.

After that, all the returned balls were skillfully unspun by him and turned into ordinary incoming balls.

So Budu Yan flashed back, and it seemed that he could no longer play.

"As expected of Andrew, the opponent won't be able to use that trick now, right?" the American team members who were also standing on the outside of the court said with a bit of admiration.

"Yeah, if that move is sealed, the Japanese will have nothing to do." Another team member spread his hands gloatingly, "Is it really a tennis machine? It sealed the opponent's trick so quickly."

They have been losing several games. Although the members of the US team feel that they have done their best and the opponent is also superior, they will be very happy if they can win one or two games, and even finally win the team competition.

But the reason why Fuji is called a genius is that his unconstrained thinking on the court is also part of his tennis style.

Also, that kind of stubbornness and persistence, it is probably hard to see from the gentle appearance, some kind of stubbornness can be called stubbornness.

If the opponent wants to seal his flashback and hit a ball without spin, he forces the opponent to play a netball to increase the spin of the ball, and then changes the swing posture to strengthen the spin again, so as to play a perfect flashback.

"Isn't it true?" Even Mr. Atobe, who has always been proud, couldn't help but praise, "It's really wonderful."

"Yes," just like when Buer talked about Fenghe, Fenghe said it was not the same, and naturally looked a little proud of his friends, "That's what Fuji's tennis looks like." Incredible tennis, incredible juvenile.

Relying on the full version of Yan's flashback, Fuji took the advantage for the first time on the court, but Andrew, as a tennis machine, gradually controlled the height of the tennis ball and tried his best not to hit the tennis ball.

Echizen stared at the net intently, "Senior Fuji hit the ball very low in order to force the opponent to play a net, but Andrew raised the ball again when he returned the ball."

"Ah, what a pity, it's only a little short!" Kikumaru kept chasing the tennis ball with his eyes, and sighed as he watched Andrew's return.

"It's amazing, the ball that Senior Fuji just made was only a few centimeters away from the net." Echizen sighed.

The two of them pulled the ball for a long time, just for the distance of a few centimeters.

"It looks like it will be a tug of war." Even Sanada also said.

Feng He nodded solemnly, "Up to now, it is not so much a competition of tennis skills, but more of a mental competition." This kind of offensive and defensive battle of a few centimeters tests the mental concentration of the two players on the court. Strength and endurance, whoever can persevere to the end will win.

"It's here, clean the tennis ball!" Kikumaru couldn't help clenching his fists and cheered at the moment Andrew missed.

The perfect version of Yan flashed back and repeated, and Fuji scored another point.

Then, the game started again.

"It won't come again." Kirihara looked at the situation on the court, and the energetic little kelp also felt a little powerless, "Is it another protracted battle for Yan Hui?"

"No." This time, Feng He did not agree.

"Senior Feng?" Kirihara looked back at the expressionless young man in confusion, only to see Feng He raised his hand slightly, as if he had sensed something, and then said something seemingly unrelated, "Qifeng gone."

"The wind is blowing?" Kirihara was stunned for a moment before he realized, "What did Senior Feng say?" He had seen that amazing technique before.

"En." Fenghe nodded, no two, the wind is blowing, do you feel it?

It was as precise as commenting on Feng He's words. At the moment the wind picked up, a return ball that amazed everyone appeared on the court.

The yellow tennis ball bounced back from Andrew's court precisely, and was caught by Bu Er.

There was silence for a moment, and then there were all kinds of exclamations.

On the court, Fuji raised his head slightly, and the breeze lifted the broken hair on his forehead. The boy's smile was still like the moonlight, warm but not cool, beautiful but not cold, "The wind is blowing, let's play another ball." It's going to rain, and the wind hasn't stopped before it rains, let's have another ball.

"Buer wins, 5-2."

The perfect match point has arrived, and the last round of the game was especially exciting. Andrew also tried his best. Although Baker's statement was exaggerated, in order not to return to his miserable life in the past, he also I am constantly challenging my limits.

The opportunity on the court was fleeting, but this time when the lob came, Andrew seized it without hesitation, but unfortunately, what he encountered was the same.

One of the triple counterattacks - the giant bear counterattacked, and the ball fell to Andrew's backcourt in an unimaginable way.

The tennis machine was stunned too.

"The game is over, Fuji won, 6-2."

"It's great, Senior Fuji won." Amidst the cheers of the audience, Kirihara clenched his fists with both hands very happy. Although he lost the match against Fuji, it didn't actually affect him against Fuji. It's just that there is one more opponent to defeat.

Although Fenghe was happy, he still patted Xiao Haidai on the shoulder comfortingly.

Kirihara was taken aback by his photograph, "Senior Feng?" What does this mean?

"It's okay, it's just that the game is over." Feng He said lightly.

"The game is over?" Kirihara suddenly came back to his senses, "Wait, I haven't played yet! Wait, wait..."

Amid Kirihara's series of wailing, the Japan-US Friendship Youth Selection Tennis Tournament came to a successful conclusion with the victory of the Japanese Kanto selection team.

Of course, this consummation is not for Kebin.

Afterwards, Fenghe could not hear anything, and Kebin found Echizen in private, and the two had a competition. The final result was that Echizen won the game, and Kebin also found his heart to play tennis.Of course, this is something for later, and it has nothing to do with Feng He, so he just listened to it.For the current Fenghe, no, or for the current Lihai Tennis Club, there is another big event.

Just when other members of the Tennis Club of Lihai University participated in the youth army selection training and prepared for the Japan-US Friendship Youth Selection Tennis Competition, their minister, Yukimura Seichi, finally completed his rehabilitation in the hospital. On the second day of the end, I was discharged from the hospital.

At the entrance of the High School Affiliated to Tachikai University in Kanagawa, a boy with blue hair stood against the wall, with a tennis bag at his feet.

The young man looks handsome and has a cool demeanor. He wears earplugs and closes his eyes, as if immersed in music. The midsummer wind blows through his hair, and the broken hair moves slightly with the wind, like a still painting being rendered It is full of life, and against the deep and shallow blue sky overhead, it is a very beautiful picture.

When Yukimura, who had been in the hospital for a long time, returned to the school gate, he saw such a scene.

So Yukimura raised the corners of his lips slightly. Having experienced hardships and faced pain and despair, when he smiled, he was like a flower after a storm, blooming gorgeously.

Walking in front of the person with a smile, Yukimura reached out and gently pulled off the earplugs.

Sensing someone approaching, but such a casual and intimate action, without thinking too much, he knew it was a familiar person, and the blue-haired boy opened his eyes in an instant.

Yukimura's smile deepened, his eyes were still the same as before, when looking at people, they seemed to reflect the color of the sky.

"Waiting for me here?" Yukimura handed back the earplugs holding the string in his hand.

"Ah." Feng He took back his things and stuffed them into his bag, "Have you fully recovered?"

"It's alright." Yukimura said with a smile, "Rehabilitation is going well." Even the doctor was surprised at his recovery speed. He knew that he just waited too long and didn't want to wait.

"That's good." Although he had already heard about it, Feng He was a little more at ease when he heard Yukimura's affirmation again.

Yukimura smiled, and even his voice was tinged with tenderness, "Don't worry." The gentle yet firm voice was extremely pleasant to hear on a clear summer day, "This time, I can participate in the national competition with you gone."

Feng He's expression remained the same, but his voice was also a little softer, "It's good that you come back." The Tachikai Tennis Club without Yukimura Seichi is still incomplete, so it's good that you come back, which is more important than anything else.

Yukimura's smile unfolded upon hearing this, probably overshadowed even the beautiful scenery, "Yeah."

"Go in." Feng He lifted the tennis bag at his feet.

"Okay." Yukimura and Fenghe walked towards the campus side by side. The school in the summer vacation was a little less noisy than usual, but it was not deserted. In addition to the tennis club, there were also activities or preparations from other clubs. game.

"This time the Kanto competition..." Just as Yukimura wanted to discuss with Feng He the Kanto competition that he was absent but not completely absent, the sudden noise in the campus caught their attention.

Then, I heard someone yelling, "Someone broke into the tennis club, go and have a look."

"Looks like someone from the Ice Emperor."

Even Lihai University, which has won the national championship for two consecutive years, is definitely one of the top existences in the sports clubs, so it is no wonder that it can cause such a commotion.

Hearing this, Yukimura and Feng He glanced at each other, and then they both quickened their pace and ran towards the tennis club.

"Ice Emperor, is it Atobe?"

"Except for him, I can't think of anyone else." Is it because of the ice world that he appeared at this time?

While Fenghe was waiting for Yukimura at the school gate, an unexpected visitor came to the Tennis Club of Lihai University.

"What are you doing here?" Sanada crossed his arms and asked unceremoniously. Without any prior explanation, he suddenly broke into the court of the Lihai University Tennis Club. As the deputy director, it was strange that he had a good face.

Even though Sanada's face was so dark that it was about to drip, Atobe didn't care, "I'm looking for wind."

"He's not here." Sanada refused cleanly.

"Not here?" Atobe looked Sanada up and down, and then smiled provocatively, "He's not here, just you."

"What do you mean?" Sanada was furious at being provoked by Atobe.

"Come and compete with me." Without waiting for Sanada to refuse, Atobe glanced at Sanada out of the corner of his eye, "Aren't you afraid? Huh?"

Thus, the game officially started.

When Fuka and Yukimura rushed to the tennis club, the match between Sanada and Atobe was in full swing. Fuka glanced at the scoreboard, 3-0, and Sanada led.

"It really is Atobe." Yukimura sighed, turned and left.

"Competition?" Fuhe pointed to the ongoing competition between Sanada and Atobe.

"Go and change clothes first." After returning to the tennis club, Yukimura's aura as the head of the Rikkai University Tennis Club returned in an instant.

"it is good."

By the time the two changed their clothes and returned to the court, the score had become 4-0, with Sanada still leading.

Except for Fuhe and Yukimura, the main players of the other tennis clubs gathered outside the court, casually watching the one-sided game.

Sanada's victory is set and there is nothing to worry about.

Yukimura and Feng He also stood outside the arena and watched for a while, then the Son of God frowned slightly.

The next moment, Li Haida's Wang walked onto the court, took off the net, and stepped on it, "Let's end the game here."

Feng He stood outside the court and looked at the handsome young man who was so domineering and domineering on the court. At this moment, he finally realized clearly that their minister and their king had really returned.

It was night, after Fenghe washed up, he returned to his room refreshed. After sitting by the bed for a while, he got up and opened the drawer as if making up his mind. In the innermost place was the wish card he had obtained.

Although he has no intention of using this card when the national competition is approaching, it can be seen from the reminder on the card last time that if he keeps not using it, his compatibility will always be locked by the system and cannot be improved.

His current character fit is 70.00%, and the national competition is the best time to improve his fit. After that, he doesn't know if he has to wait until U-17.

And he will not and cannot forget why this mission started and what he is burdened with.

Putting the wish card in his hand and playing with it over and over for a while, Feng He also hesitated, whether he should upgrade or not.

Although the system told him that he could do as he wanted, if he didn't upgrade, according to the result of using the wish card at this stage, it would be a soul exchange, and it would be a random exchange.

He really didn't dare to imagine the consequences of another soul exchange at this time.

Thinking about it now, just a 24-hour gender switch is better than a seven-day soul switch. Unfortunately, the wish card can only be upgraded, not downgraded.

"So do you still need to upgrade?" Putting down the wish card, Feng He stared at the card intently, "But everything is already so bad, if you upgrade, God knows what it is?"

After a while, still unable to make up his mind, Feng He unconsciously opened the sketchbook on the table, whether to upgrade or not?

As soon as he opened the book, a copybook that he had stuck inside was first revealed, it was given to him by Sanada, and each tennis club is choosing a copybook for everyone.

On his copybook, there are four words written in vigorous and powerful handwriting: Forge ahead.

"Are you going forward?" Feng He stretched out his hand and caressed the copybook. His character fit is now 70.00%. , What else is missing?

Indomitable spirit?Persistence that will not give up until the goal is reached?Fearless determination?Or... just a little bit of extreme luck?

Just like his tennis, he could feel that after the Kanto competition and the youth army training, his tennis was about to make a breakthrough, but not more, not less, just that little bit.

So where is the difference?

Feng He raised the corners of her lips slightly, picked up the wish card, "Upgrade."