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Although Fenghe also knew that it would be no good to see Nioh and Yagyu in such a posture, and it was not the first time they did this kind of thing, and every time they gave him an absolute surprise (?).

But he alone is no better than two people, let alone two people who are determined to get rid of him.

It's just... Yagyu, what about your gentlemanly demeanor, is it really okay to be so completely inelegant?

However, no matter how much Feng He complained in his heart, he was still held up by Ren Wang and Liu Sheng in front of their master Li Haida.

"Xingcun?" Feng He looked at the smiling blue-purple haired boy, and his ominous premonition grew stronger.

He still remembers that during the Haiyuan Festival last year, he also went to Qingxue to be an exchange student, thinking that he could "escape disaster", but it turned out that his imagination was just good.

In the end, he didn't escape the so-called companion's suffering.

So this time too?

Yukimura is also wearing a samurai costume, with a white forehead belt tied on his forehead, hanging down behind him, looking more heroic than usual, and he looks very good-looking no matter what.

It's just that the master who got down to Lihaida first looked at Feng He with a smile, which was quite meaningful no matter how you looked at it.

How could Feng He not be vigilant, "What are you guys going to do?" He looked left and right at King Ni and Liu Sheng who let go of him.

It seems that it will not be so easy to draw conclusions from Yukimura's mouth, so let's ask Nioh and the others directly, since they have come here anyway, can they keep silent?

"Feng Jun, please wait a moment." After letting go of Fenghe, Liu Sheng returned to his handsome appearance, and even used honorifics when he said this sentence.

When Fenghe turned his head to talk to Yagyu, Yukimura seemed to have looked at Fenghe enough, he turned his head to look at Nioh, "Noh, how is the situation?"

"As expected," Nioh raised the corner of his mouth, "Many people regret that they didn't see the entire tennis club."

"That's it." Yukimura showed such an expression, should he really be worthy of the wind, he is really popular in school.

Niwang raised the corner of his mouth, glanced at Fenghe who was still out of state, "puri."

Yukimura then asked, "What about the baseball team?" This was his biggest concern.

"I just went to see it, and the baseball club is also quite popular," Nioh said with an inexplicable seriousness mixed with his ruffian, "Generally speaking, it should be on par with the current tennis club."

"It is conceivable," Yukimura put his hands on his chest, "After all, it is also a club that has won the national championship." Their tennis club dominates the country, but Li Haida is not just their tennis club that dominates the country.

"Yes," Yagyu pushed his glasses and joined the conversation, "and Koshien is of great significance, and it is also very special in the eyes of the Japanese."

It is because it is Jiashiyuan that they will pay more attention to it, and now it seems that this kind of attention is absolutely right.

Yukimura nodded. He and Yanagi had already thought of this point before, and Liu also made a thorough plan. Since they are going to participate in the Unabara Festival, they must win the championship. "For the championship of the tennis club, Nioh, Yagyu , I will leave it to you.”

"Wait," Feng He listened to Yukimura and Nioh's riddle-like conversation, "What are you talking about?" He seemed to understand what these guys were doing.

"Come with us," King Ren placed his hand on Feng He's shoulder, "Xiao~He~" His gaze is very clear, it's all here, do you still want to run away?

The pronunciation was still so strange that Feng He almost couldn't help shaking, "I told you not to call it that."

He only had time to protest, and then he was dragged away by Nioh and Yagyu.

Seeing Fenghe being dragged away by the two, Yukimura smiled even more, this time, there will be no dead ends for the winner of the tennis club.

Nioh and Yagyu dragged him directly to the temporarily remodeled locker room.

"Okay, here it is." King Ren let go of Feng He, and put his hands on his shoulders, "Since we are all like this, as companions, how can we forget you."

"..." I knew it was like this, Feng He didn't even have the strength to support his forehead.

Yagyu took out the clothes he had prepared a long time ago, "Mr. Feng, the baseball club also won the national championship this year. You should know Koshien, so our tennis club can't lose to them."

As he said, he handed the clothes to Feng He, "You know, this is the outcome."

Yagyu's words have reached this level, and Feng He was originally the main candidate for the tennis club, so of course he also wants the tennis team to win.

So after he sighed in his heart, he took the clothes from Yagyu, "I see." What else could he do? In order not to affect the tennis team's victory, he had no choice but to wear it.

And just like Nioh said, everyone is like this anyway, so there's nothing to be ashamed of.

In fact, Fenghe is quite lucky. Although Yukimura praised the Swan Lake of Shitianbao Temple before, he didn't want to make the Haiyuan Festival like that.

Otherwise... maybe he will run away?

Then, the locker room was full of chaos.

"Feng Jun, is this how you dress? Please do this." Liu Sheng was still very elegant at this time, and even used the word please.

King Ni laughed without hesitation, "You haven't worn such clothes, have you?"

Fenghe felt in a hurry, "I really haven't worn it." At most, he only wore a simplified version of the bathrobe, and it didn't have any complicated knots. Buer helped him tie it before.

Liu Sheng continued to point out, "It's not here, we have to pass through here."

Fenghe put on the inner clothes, and when she got to the coat, she shook it open, and found the difference, "Well, why are mine different from yours?" And this light onion-colored haori, there is always an inexplicable Familiarity.

"Because it is Tianxia Tea House," Liu Sheng explained kindly, "so everyone's age is actually different. If you observe carefully, you will find that our clothes are all slightly different."

"Then I am?" Feng He turned over his coat and looked, "Could it be..." Could it be the one he thought of, you know, he was also a manga youth in his previous life...

"That's right," Nioh smiled lazily, "This is the role we specially reserved for you, the last samurai~"

"Thank you." Feng He's words were really not thanks, he knew that this group of friends would be like this.

But King Ni didn't think it was inappropriate to accept the difference, "You're welcome."

"Mr. Feng, put it on quickly," Liu Sheng held on to the glasses, a flash of light flashed through the glasses, and he was still polite, "Don't keep the guests outside waiting for a long time."

Outside the tea house, the Atobe tea had already been drunk, but Fenghe, who was dragged away by Nioh and Yagyu, still did not come back. His slender fingers tapped rhythmically on the table, and stopped after a while, "It's too slow , right, Huadi?"

Whatever problem these guys are trying to solve, it's too slow.

Hua nodded and replied, "Wushi."

"What's too slow?" A familiar voice sounded from behind.

Atobe turned his head, then raised his eyebrows, "Is this the reason why Nioh and Yagyu dragged you away?"

The boy with water-colored hair reappeared in front of him. He had changed his ordinary private clothes and looked different from other people's armor. Although he also had a sword hanging from his waist, the light onion feathers fluttered in a unique rhythm as he walked. , the tie on the forehead is also different, making the whole person deserted and heroic.

Hearing Atobe's question, Fenghe adjusted the sword hanging from his waist. Although it was just an ornament and not a real sword, he was still not used to such a dress, "Ah."

"Shinsengumi?" Atobe supported his head with his hands, and commented, "Not bad."

Fenghe was noncommittal about Atobe's evaluation of herself, "I'm going to stay in the teahouse for the time being, are you going out with Huadi for a stroll, or are you waiting here for Renzu?"

After all, he was the one who invited Atobe, but now because of the tennis club's victory, he can't be a tour guide anymore.

Atobe glanced at the girls in the teahouse who were even more excited by Fenghe's appearance, and frowned slightly, "Master, let's go for a walk."

"That's good," Feng He probably could guess what Atobe was thinking, "there are still many interesting things in the Unabara Festival."

After sending off Atobu and Huadi, Feng He was patted on the shoulder from behind, and he turned around, "What's wrong?"

Marui was playful in his samurai clothes. He put two fingers together on his forehead and made a gesture, "Yu said, let you go out..." After a pause, he couldn't help laughing, "Welcome the guests."

Feng He was silent for a while, Liu, this guy is usually not very dark, but once it becomes dark, it is really scary.

Should it be said that he really deserves to be Wang Lihaida's staff?

"Go quickly." Marui signaled to Fuhe, "Liu said that you don't need to do anything while standing at the door, just stand up nicely."

"...Got it." What does it mean to look good? He is not a kanban, well, maybe in the mind of Li Haida's staff, he is a human-shaped kanban.

After Fenghe lifted the curtain and came out of the room, the girls queuing up around the tea house were silent for two seconds, and then suddenly burst into excited screams.

Such enthusiasm made Feng He startled, and then stood outside the door with a cold face.

How to stand up nicely?After thinking for a second, Fenghe remembered what Sanada taught in the kendo room.

Well, maybe the standing posture is not important, but the momentum must be there.

Taking a deep breath, Fenghe adjusted his posture, put his hands on the sword at his waist, and stood still on the spot.

The next moment, in the eyes of the onlookers, they saw the young man in light green feathers standing there quietly, as stable as Mount Tai, and as firm as a rock.

It's as if he is standing there, where is the most unbreakable line of defense.

In the deserted, with a resolute coldness.

He slightly raised his light-colored eyes, and his eyes swept across the audience.

The boy's aura is too strong, and he has the potential to overwhelm the audience with his own strength in an instant.

In an instant, all kinds of screams seemed to be much quieter, but the voice of discussion gradually rose.

The girl from the tennis club, who has been a fan for a long time, covered her mouth almost uncontrollably, and finally said with difficulty, "Under the banner of Chengzi, she must be such a samurai."

The girl next to her was speechless, she could only nod her head vigorously, "Mmmmmmmm!"

The people outside the tea room were enthusiastic. In the tea room, Liu scooped up a spoonful of tea, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, "The probability of winning the tennis team is 90.00% seven."

The remaining three percent are uncontrollable factors and are not considered.

Yukimura, who was standing next to him, also showed a satisfied smile, "Even if it is the baseball club, it will definitely not be able to beat us."

Victory belongs to the Lihai Tennis Club!