Male God Cultivation Manual
Chapter 97
When the phone was connected, even Yukimura was stunned. Although the voice transmitted through the current and then restored would never be exactly the same as the original voice, but the person who answered the phone could hardly pronounce a few words. Covered by a fragrant and soft milky smell, it is a beautiful child's voice that can only be made by a child of only a few years old.
Even if Yukimura would not take down the phone to confirm the dialing status, he was quite sure that he did not make a wrong call, but such a situation still prevented him from making a correct judgment in the first place.This is not the kind of cold and clear voice that Feng is used to, and Feng has no siblings, so how could a child answer his phone?
I don't know if he sensed Yukimura's hesitation, but the voice on the other end of the phone rang again, it was still a soft milky voice, but with a bit of helplessness, it was his name this time.
"Ah." When he agreed like this, Yukimura felt an inexplicable sense of absurdity in his heart, but if it's about the wind, maybe everything is possible?
With the voice on the other end of the phone, the doubts in Yukimura's heart were gradually resolved, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became deeper and deeper. After the other side finished speaking, Yukimura said, "I see." It seems that the other party just said a very common thing to let him know, but the slightly protracted ending voice showed the extraordinary nature of the matter, "Where are you now?"
After Yukimura asked, he was quite satisfied that the other party told the location obediently, and he repeated what he said just now, "I understand." After a pause, the smile on the corner of his mouth became softer, and when he spoke again, it was with a gentle reminder Tone, "Be obedient and don't run around."
After hanging up the phone, Yukimura thought about it for a moment, but didn't return the phone, but called Sanada again, "Hello, Sanada? Yes, it's me. I have something to ask you. I have something important tomorrow. I'll trouble you for the work." After speaking, without waiting for Sanada to be surprised, he hung up the phone with a flick of his finger, and then changed his direction with a turn of his footsteps.
Only Sanada on the other end of the phone was left staring at the phone with a dark face. What's going on? It's fine for Kazun to ask for leave for important matters, but why does Yukimura also ask for leave? !
Of course, the deputy minister who always only had tennis in his eyes probably would never connect these two leave requests.
At the same time, in a tennis club in Tokyo, someone with a steamed bun face was also staring at the extremely large mobile phone held in a small hand, not knowing whether to cry or laugh, what does it mean to be obedient and not to run around? , Is Yukimura coaxing children?
I really have the urge to not answer the call and not tell Yukimura the truth if I knew it earlier. However, thinking about it, it was the same at the fireworks display before.
His patriarch is the son of God standing at the top of the middle school tennis world, although he doesn't know what it has to do with it.
However, in order not to face the more dire consequences, Feng He still answered the phone after hesitating for a moment.
Now that he has told the truth sincerely, there shouldn't be any problem... right?
"Feng Jun, Feng Jun." A teacher from the club interrupted Feng He's rambling thinking.
"Yes." Feng He raised his head, revealing a white and tender bun face.
The teacher's smile became much brighter at once, and he bent down and stretched out his hand towards Fenghe, "Mr. Feng and the teacher are here."
Feng He sighed secretly, really, since Bian was young, he felt that his heart had changed a lot.
Even though he thought so, Fenghe still stretched out his little hand obediently on the surface, and asked the teacher to hold it, "Okay."
The teacher, who was taken aback by the cute boy's well-behaved appearance, babbled about the club, Feng He nodded again and again to show that he was listening carefully, but in fact, he was keeping a serious look and walking around. .
Before coming to this club, Xiao Xiaofeng solved the most basic problems of dressing and eating, and finally had time to think about other problems.
Although it is good to stay in the house as much as possible, if you don't practice for two whole days, Fenghe, who has already formed a habit, will feel a little awkward.
If it’s normal or if you can bear it and pass it, you can also practice your swing at home, but the national competition is about to start, and probably all the players from participating schools are racing against time to practice, so he is wasting time , The more I think about it, the more I feel a little restless.
Thinking about it seriously, although he is in this state now, it seems that he is less likely to have problems than the state of a girl.
After all, the girl still has the exact same face on her face, as long as acquaintances see it, they will feel strange, but now?
Feng He moved a stool, then stepped on the stool and lay down in front of the mirror, staring at it with wide eyes.
The little boy reflected in the mirror, the round bun face is very cute, although it is still somewhat similar to the grown-up, after all, the basic facial features are there, but if you don’t compare carefully, the face after opening and now is still the same I was a little surprised, and I didn't notice the clues unless I looked carefully.
He wouldn't go to Qingxue or Bingdi on purpose, so why would someone familiar pull him to take a closer look?
No matter how you think about it, there is nothing wrong with it.
Then, as usual, let's find a club to practice. Now everything has become a miniature version, and the tennis racket from before can no longer be used. If he finds a club, all problems will be solved.
This is a world where tennis rules, and finding a club where kids can practice couldn't be easier.
After thinking it over, Fenghe jumped off the stool, moved the stool back to its original place, turned on the computer to check, and soon found a suitable club on the Internet, and the distance was not too far away.
After Fenghe entered the club and just signed up, Yukimura's call came. Seeing the familiar name on the phone, he hesitated for a moment, but Fenghe still answered the phone, and the scene just now happened.
The teacher of the club brought Feng He to the court while speaking, "Did Feng Jun learn tennis before?"
Feng He nodded, "Yes, I have learned it." He doesn't want to be handed over by the teacher from gripping the racket again. In just two days, he hopes to be able to practice freely, "I can practice by myself."
"Then let's practice with everyone." The teacher smiled and stood on the sidelines and clapped his hands, attracting the attention of many children on the court. "Everyone, please come here."
After all the children ran over, the teacher pushed Feng He to stand in front of everyone, "It's just the new Mr. Feng, everyone should get along well."
"Hi." Answers came one after another, and many children looked at the newcomer with wide eyes and curiosity.Even a child can tell the good from the bad, so Feng He's face immediately won him a lot of unknowing favorability.
"I'm Feng," Feng He looked at a group of children, he couldn't smile innocently even though his face was accustomed to indifference, so he could only nod, "Please take care of me."
After the teacher finished explaining and left, a friendly child immediately came to strike up a conversation with Fenghe.
After declining the invitation of these lovely children to practice together, Feng He took the children's racket provided by the club and found a place to practice against the wall.
Although these children are very friendly, if he really practiced everything, wouldn't he bully the children?He really has no intention of bullying children.Although these children were big and small, they were all children in his eyes.
If the group of Li Haida found out, they would definitely be laughed to death.
Holding the tennis ball and bouncing it on the ground, Feng He tossed the ball up and swung it against the wall.
Um?Seeing that the trajectory drawn by the tennis ball was completely different from what he had expected, Feng He hurriedly ran with the racket in his hands, and then hit the tennis ball back almost dangerously.
Interesting, now the strength of this body is much smaller, the feeling of using this racket is completely different, and the angle and height of hitting the ball are different from before. If you can't concentrate, the ball will probably fly to a strange place soon place it.
With his ball-handling ability, such omissions will also occur, which is something that he would never even think about in normal times.
However, in this way, it may be possible to experience and practice from different angles.
For him who is looking for a breakthrough, it might not be a bad thing, so let's get serious!
Fenghe, who became serious, gradually regained his sense of control over the tennis ball after returning the ball again and again. His eyes only stared at the small yellow ball, and everything around him no longer received the slightest attention from him.
"Look." Inadvertently noticed that after seeing Fenghe's practice, the kid here pulled his companion who was doing swing practice, "The new person's practice today." He was originally just After looking casually, I couldn't turn my eyes away.
"What's the matter?" The person who was pulled also turned his head and looked over, "Is he practicing against the wall? Wow, he can catch every ball, and he looks very good." He did against the wall by himself If you practice, you can't catch a few balls before you can't catch them.
And the person who pulls people has a much better vision, "No, although it is very good to be able to catch every ball, there are more powerful ones."
"What's more powerful?" He was puzzled.
The one who noticed rolled his eyes at his partner's slowness, and explained patiently, "Look at where he hits the ball on the wall."
"The landing point on the wall." So he looked at the wall again, and suddenly exclaimed after a long while, "Wait, he returns to almost the same place every ball?" There can't be such a powerful person, right?
"Yes." The person who started to speak nodded seriously, "I have been learning tennis for four years, and I can't achieve this kind of ball control ability at all, and the newcomer, Feng Jun, looks much younger than me. How did you do it?"
"I, I don't know." If he didn't remind him, and he didn't even find out the problem of placement, how would he know the more difficult problem.
The two of them looked at each other, both showing incomprehensible expressions.
As a result, when Feng He temporarily stopped practicing and was about to take a break, he was surrounded by two children as soon as he sat down on the side of the court.
Then, I saw two children who were taller than the current Fenghe showing such enthusiastic expressions towards him.
"Is there something wrong?" Feng He looked at the two people puzzled, he didn't seem to know them, well, in fact, he didn't know anyone here, except the teacher just now.
"Mr. Feng," one of the black-haired children spoke first, "We saw your practice just now, how did you do it?"
"Yes, yes, how did you do it?" The other immediately nodded vigorously in agreement.
"Did... what?" Feng He didn't understand even more, what did he do, and it was worth the fuss of these two children?He didn't do anything except practice against the wall just now, and the practice against the wall was just ordinary ball control practice, and he didn't show any powerful tennis moves.
"It's just hitting the ball back to the same place every time when practicing against the wall," the dark-haired kid added.
Fenghe suddenly realized that it was only the most basic requirement for him, but it was very different for these children.After thinking about it, Fenghe still seriously answered the two children's questions, "Practice every day, and you'll be fine." In fact, many tennis skills come from the basics. As long as the foundation is solid and the ability to control the ball If you master it well, you will be able to surpass most people. Isn't the tennis game the ability to control the tennis ball?
The people who inquired were still a little dissatisfied, and when they were about to ask again, the phone that Feng He put in the bag next to the stool rang again.
"Sorry." Said to the two children, Feng He took out his phone to check, huh?His master?
Picking up the phone, he said a few words with a gentle and familiar voice like a spring breeze, causing Feng He to stand up abruptly, and even scared the two children standing in front of him to jump, and apologized to them With a gesture, Feng He lifted the bag, "Where are you?" After hearing the answer, he immediately stepped between the two children and ran.
"What's wrong with him?" Looking at Feng He's back, the black-haired child asked the other in a daze.
The other one spread his hand, indicating that he didn't know either.
As soon as Feng He ran to the side of the court, he saw a familiar figure walking towards this side, followed by the teacher of the club that led him just now, and the two were talking about something.
Feng He put his hands on his knees and gasped for a few breaths, calmed down a little, then straightened his body and showed the same expression as usual, and went up to him.
"Mr. Feng," the teacher turned his head between speaking and saw Feng He walking over, and immediately greeted with a smile, "Someone is here to pick you up."
"Thank you teacher." Feng He thanked him first, and then turned to Yukimura.
When the teacher spoke, Yukimura actually looked over. Although he was thinking about the scene he might see on the road, when he actually saw it, Yukimura felt that it was still a little different from what he imagined.
It is still the familiar blue hair and light-colored eyes, but it is different from the handsome outline when it grows up, and it is still the wind when I was a child. The round face is flushed after exercise, like fresh and crisp fruit just picked from the fruit tree. A sweet apple, a pair of big eyes are bright and moist, and the expression on the white and tender face is the same as in the past, but when it appears on the baby's fat face, it does not look cold at all. I just feel that the child pretending to be an adult is very cute. Yi.
No matter how you look at it, I think this is a cute little boy.
So Yukimura raised the corners of his mouth high, it turned out that this is what Feng looked like when he was a child.
Feng He just turned her head to look at her master, before she had time to say anything, she saw Yuki Murakami took two steps forward, stretched out her hand very affectionately, and was immediately hugged by someone, "The practice is over?"
Even if Yukimura would not take down the phone to confirm the dialing status, he was quite sure that he did not make a wrong call, but such a situation still prevented him from making a correct judgment in the first place.This is not the kind of cold and clear voice that Feng is used to, and Feng has no siblings, so how could a child answer his phone?
I don't know if he sensed Yukimura's hesitation, but the voice on the other end of the phone rang again, it was still a soft milky voice, but with a bit of helplessness, it was his name this time.
"Ah." When he agreed like this, Yukimura felt an inexplicable sense of absurdity in his heart, but if it's about the wind, maybe everything is possible?
With the voice on the other end of the phone, the doubts in Yukimura's heart were gradually resolved, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became deeper and deeper. After the other side finished speaking, Yukimura said, "I see." It seems that the other party just said a very common thing to let him know, but the slightly protracted ending voice showed the extraordinary nature of the matter, "Where are you now?"
After Yukimura asked, he was quite satisfied that the other party told the location obediently, and he repeated what he said just now, "I understand." After a pause, the smile on the corner of his mouth became softer, and when he spoke again, it was with a gentle reminder Tone, "Be obedient and don't run around."
After hanging up the phone, Yukimura thought about it for a moment, but didn't return the phone, but called Sanada again, "Hello, Sanada? Yes, it's me. I have something to ask you. I have something important tomorrow. I'll trouble you for the work." After speaking, without waiting for Sanada to be surprised, he hung up the phone with a flick of his finger, and then changed his direction with a turn of his footsteps.
Only Sanada on the other end of the phone was left staring at the phone with a dark face. What's going on? It's fine for Kazun to ask for leave for important matters, but why does Yukimura also ask for leave? !
Of course, the deputy minister who always only had tennis in his eyes probably would never connect these two leave requests.
At the same time, in a tennis club in Tokyo, someone with a steamed bun face was also staring at the extremely large mobile phone held in a small hand, not knowing whether to cry or laugh, what does it mean to be obedient and not to run around? , Is Yukimura coaxing children?
I really have the urge to not answer the call and not tell Yukimura the truth if I knew it earlier. However, thinking about it, it was the same at the fireworks display before.
His patriarch is the son of God standing at the top of the middle school tennis world, although he doesn't know what it has to do with it.
However, in order not to face the more dire consequences, Feng He still answered the phone after hesitating for a moment.
Now that he has told the truth sincerely, there shouldn't be any problem... right?
"Feng Jun, Feng Jun." A teacher from the club interrupted Feng He's rambling thinking.
"Yes." Feng He raised his head, revealing a white and tender bun face.
The teacher's smile became much brighter at once, and he bent down and stretched out his hand towards Fenghe, "Mr. Feng and the teacher are here."
Feng He sighed secretly, really, since Bian was young, he felt that his heart had changed a lot.
Even though he thought so, Fenghe still stretched out his little hand obediently on the surface, and asked the teacher to hold it, "Okay."
The teacher, who was taken aback by the cute boy's well-behaved appearance, babbled about the club, Feng He nodded again and again to show that he was listening carefully, but in fact, he was keeping a serious look and walking around. .
Before coming to this club, Xiao Xiaofeng solved the most basic problems of dressing and eating, and finally had time to think about other problems.
Although it is good to stay in the house as much as possible, if you don't practice for two whole days, Fenghe, who has already formed a habit, will feel a little awkward.
If it’s normal or if you can bear it and pass it, you can also practice your swing at home, but the national competition is about to start, and probably all the players from participating schools are racing against time to practice, so he is wasting time , The more I think about it, the more I feel a little restless.
Thinking about it seriously, although he is in this state now, it seems that he is less likely to have problems than the state of a girl.
After all, the girl still has the exact same face on her face, as long as acquaintances see it, they will feel strange, but now?
Feng He moved a stool, then stepped on the stool and lay down in front of the mirror, staring at it with wide eyes.
The little boy reflected in the mirror, the round bun face is very cute, although it is still somewhat similar to the grown-up, after all, the basic facial features are there, but if you don’t compare carefully, the face after opening and now is still the same I was a little surprised, and I didn't notice the clues unless I looked carefully.
He wouldn't go to Qingxue or Bingdi on purpose, so why would someone familiar pull him to take a closer look?
No matter how you think about it, there is nothing wrong with it.
Then, as usual, let's find a club to practice. Now everything has become a miniature version, and the tennis racket from before can no longer be used. If he finds a club, all problems will be solved.
This is a world where tennis rules, and finding a club where kids can practice couldn't be easier.
After thinking it over, Fenghe jumped off the stool, moved the stool back to its original place, turned on the computer to check, and soon found a suitable club on the Internet, and the distance was not too far away.
After Fenghe entered the club and just signed up, Yukimura's call came. Seeing the familiar name on the phone, he hesitated for a moment, but Fenghe still answered the phone, and the scene just now happened.
The teacher of the club brought Feng He to the court while speaking, "Did Feng Jun learn tennis before?"
Feng He nodded, "Yes, I have learned it." He doesn't want to be handed over by the teacher from gripping the racket again. In just two days, he hopes to be able to practice freely, "I can practice by myself."
"Then let's practice with everyone." The teacher smiled and stood on the sidelines and clapped his hands, attracting the attention of many children on the court. "Everyone, please come here."
After all the children ran over, the teacher pushed Feng He to stand in front of everyone, "It's just the new Mr. Feng, everyone should get along well."
"Hi." Answers came one after another, and many children looked at the newcomer with wide eyes and curiosity.Even a child can tell the good from the bad, so Feng He's face immediately won him a lot of unknowing favorability.
"I'm Feng," Feng He looked at a group of children, he couldn't smile innocently even though his face was accustomed to indifference, so he could only nod, "Please take care of me."
After the teacher finished explaining and left, a friendly child immediately came to strike up a conversation with Fenghe.
After declining the invitation of these lovely children to practice together, Feng He took the children's racket provided by the club and found a place to practice against the wall.
Although these children are very friendly, if he really practiced everything, wouldn't he bully the children?He really has no intention of bullying children.Although these children were big and small, they were all children in his eyes.
If the group of Li Haida found out, they would definitely be laughed to death.
Holding the tennis ball and bouncing it on the ground, Feng He tossed the ball up and swung it against the wall.
Um?Seeing that the trajectory drawn by the tennis ball was completely different from what he had expected, Feng He hurriedly ran with the racket in his hands, and then hit the tennis ball back almost dangerously.
Interesting, now the strength of this body is much smaller, the feeling of using this racket is completely different, and the angle and height of hitting the ball are different from before. If you can't concentrate, the ball will probably fly to a strange place soon place it.
With his ball-handling ability, such omissions will also occur, which is something that he would never even think about in normal times.
However, in this way, it may be possible to experience and practice from different angles.
For him who is looking for a breakthrough, it might not be a bad thing, so let's get serious!
Fenghe, who became serious, gradually regained his sense of control over the tennis ball after returning the ball again and again. His eyes only stared at the small yellow ball, and everything around him no longer received the slightest attention from him.
"Look." Inadvertently noticed that after seeing Fenghe's practice, the kid here pulled his companion who was doing swing practice, "The new person's practice today." He was originally just After looking casually, I couldn't turn my eyes away.
"What's the matter?" The person who was pulled also turned his head and looked over, "Is he practicing against the wall? Wow, he can catch every ball, and he looks very good." He did against the wall by himself If you practice, you can't catch a few balls before you can't catch them.
And the person who pulls people has a much better vision, "No, although it is very good to be able to catch every ball, there are more powerful ones."
"What's more powerful?" He was puzzled.
The one who noticed rolled his eyes at his partner's slowness, and explained patiently, "Look at where he hits the ball on the wall."
"The landing point on the wall." So he looked at the wall again, and suddenly exclaimed after a long while, "Wait, he returns to almost the same place every ball?" There can't be such a powerful person, right?
"Yes." The person who started to speak nodded seriously, "I have been learning tennis for four years, and I can't achieve this kind of ball control ability at all, and the newcomer, Feng Jun, looks much younger than me. How did you do it?"
"I, I don't know." If he didn't remind him, and he didn't even find out the problem of placement, how would he know the more difficult problem.
The two of them looked at each other, both showing incomprehensible expressions.
As a result, when Feng He temporarily stopped practicing and was about to take a break, he was surrounded by two children as soon as he sat down on the side of the court.
Then, I saw two children who were taller than the current Fenghe showing such enthusiastic expressions towards him.
"Is there something wrong?" Feng He looked at the two people puzzled, he didn't seem to know them, well, in fact, he didn't know anyone here, except the teacher just now.
"Mr. Feng," one of the black-haired children spoke first, "We saw your practice just now, how did you do it?"
"Yes, yes, how did you do it?" The other immediately nodded vigorously in agreement.
"Did... what?" Feng He didn't understand even more, what did he do, and it was worth the fuss of these two children?He didn't do anything except practice against the wall just now, and the practice against the wall was just ordinary ball control practice, and he didn't show any powerful tennis moves.
"It's just hitting the ball back to the same place every time when practicing against the wall," the dark-haired kid added.
Fenghe suddenly realized that it was only the most basic requirement for him, but it was very different for these children.After thinking about it, Fenghe still seriously answered the two children's questions, "Practice every day, and you'll be fine." In fact, many tennis skills come from the basics. As long as the foundation is solid and the ability to control the ball If you master it well, you will be able to surpass most people. Isn't the tennis game the ability to control the tennis ball?
The people who inquired were still a little dissatisfied, and when they were about to ask again, the phone that Feng He put in the bag next to the stool rang again.
"Sorry." Said to the two children, Feng He took out his phone to check, huh?His master?
Picking up the phone, he said a few words with a gentle and familiar voice like a spring breeze, causing Feng He to stand up abruptly, and even scared the two children standing in front of him to jump, and apologized to them With a gesture, Feng He lifted the bag, "Where are you?" After hearing the answer, he immediately stepped between the two children and ran.
"What's wrong with him?" Looking at Feng He's back, the black-haired child asked the other in a daze.
The other one spread his hand, indicating that he didn't know either.
As soon as Feng He ran to the side of the court, he saw a familiar figure walking towards this side, followed by the teacher of the club that led him just now, and the two were talking about something.
Feng He put his hands on his knees and gasped for a few breaths, calmed down a little, then straightened his body and showed the same expression as usual, and went up to him.
"Mr. Feng," the teacher turned his head between speaking and saw Feng He walking over, and immediately greeted with a smile, "Someone is here to pick you up."
"Thank you teacher." Feng He thanked him first, and then turned to Yukimura.
When the teacher spoke, Yukimura actually looked over. Although he was thinking about the scene he might see on the road, when he actually saw it, Yukimura felt that it was still a little different from what he imagined.
It is still the familiar blue hair and light-colored eyes, but it is different from the handsome outline when it grows up, and it is still the wind when I was a child. The round face is flushed after exercise, like fresh and crisp fruit just picked from the fruit tree. A sweet apple, a pair of big eyes are bright and moist, and the expression on the white and tender face is the same as in the past, but when it appears on the baby's fat face, it does not look cold at all. I just feel that the child pretending to be an adult is very cute. Yi.
No matter how you look at it, I think this is a cute little boy.
So Yukimura raised the corners of his mouth high, it turned out that this is what Feng looked like when he was a child.
Feng He just turned her head to look at her master, before she had time to say anything, she saw Yuki Murakami took two steps forward, stretched out her hand very affectionately, and was immediately hugged by someone, "The practice is over?"
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