Male god collapses daily

Yuya Fujiwara, head of the Tennis Club of Rikkai University High School, really began to prepare to step down after dropping a word in such a cool manner in the qualifying round of the main election.

Of course, we can't completely ignore everything right now, after all, the qualifying round for the main election is not over yet, and the new minister hasn't been selected yet.

Minister Fujiwara's calculations were clinking, and there were still two days left, no matter who among the first-year boys won in the end, his position as minister could be handed over anyway.

If you only persist for two days, you still feel quite relaxed. The tennis club of Lihai University High School is not easy to manage.

Think about people like Sato and Noguchi.

So in today's Lihai University High School Tennis Club, there is a very happy Minister Fujiwara who is waiting to retire, and there are not so happy ones, such as the former Deputy Minister of the Middle School.

According to the rules of the main selection qualifying match, no matter who loses or wins, the match will be played again today until the last match.

As Genichiro Sanada who won yesterday, today he will compete against another person who won yesterday.

His opponent is Feng He who won without a fight yesterday because of Minister Fujiwara's abstention.

The member of the referee had just announced the start of the game, and Feng He, who was sitting on the sidelines because of a foot injury, didn't even stand up, and said directly, "I abstain."

So Sanada, who was just about to go on stage, turned around and took two steps forward, "Hey!" You just admit defeat so cleanly? !

Feng He pointed to his feet as a matter of course, "My foot is injured, the doctor told me to rest." This is true, and after yesterday's game, the injury on his ankle worsened, and when he went to the health room, he was sent to the health care room. The doctor in the room scolded for a while.

"You bastard!" Sanada couldn't hold back, and almost made a cross on his forehead.Although he knew what Feng said was the truth, and yesterday he went to the health room behind his back, but seeing that guy take it for granted, he didn't know why his hands always felt itchy.

Feng He, who has not been set up for a long time, is fully freeing himself there. Anyway, Minister Fujiwara is going to retire, and the main election of the tennis club can basically be said to be confirmed. Why is he fighting so hard now? Going to compete with Yukimura for the tennis minister position, or compete with Sanada for the position of deputy minister?

Not to mention whether he can win the game with his injured foot, even if he suddenly wins Sanada and then Yukimura with the possession of a tennis master, and let him be the minister or deputy minister, can he be competent?

It's better to take a good rest and preserve your strength. If I remember correctly, the Kanagawa County Conference is about to start.

So even looking at Sanada's black face, Fenghe's expressionless face concealed a kind of inexplicable anger. Anyway, Sanada is not the deputy minister now, and he can't beat him, so he should just admit defeat.

"Feng Jun, are you sure you want to abstain?" Seeing that neither of them played, the referee opened his mouth to ask.

In a word, Sanada, who was planning not to beat him but also to stare at him, who was about to stare at Feng He hard, looked over at once.

In an instant, the bearer of his death sight became that innocent member.

That poor member had never been subjected to such a violent attack, so frightened, he stammered, "I, I just want to ask."

Help, it's not him who abstained, why stare at him?

Besides, as a referee, you can't abstain!

"Sure, I abstain." Feng He didn't care if Sanada would stare at others, seeing the pitiful referee, he immediately answered.

"Okay," the member serving as the referee immediately nodded, speaking in a smooth manner, "The game is over, and Sanada wins."

After finishing speaking, he didn't look at what happened to Sanada's black face, and turned his head away. Anyway, he was not the one who abstained. What's the matter, let this Sanada-kun talk to that Feng-kun.

Sanada is actually just staring at people, if you really want to say, the wind is not afraid of him, and he really has nothing to do with the wind.

Let's train, Feng didn't do anything wrong, and his feet are hurt like that, so he really should take a good rest.

But let's just forget it, and I don't feel reconciled anyway.

In addition, even the referee has run away now, what can he do, he is very helpless!

After a few steps to Fenghe's side, Sanada couldn't help but glared at him again, "We'll fight again when your foot is healed."

"Yes." Feng He nodded. Anyway, according to the practice of the Lihai University Tennis Club, there are always endless practice matches, not to mention one game, there are many games of one, two, three, four, five.

Seeing Feng He's answer so straightforwardly, Sanada didn't expect the other party to have any opportunistic intentions, so Sanada felt much more comfortable, "Yes."

"However," Feng He thought of another question, "If you beat me today, tomorrow's match will be against Yukimura."

The last game is to decide the minister.

Hearing this, Sanada clenched the racket almost subconsciously.

"Are you ready?" Feng He felt that he was really mean-spirited for asking such a question, but now he has no one to set it up, and the deputy minister is really interesting sometimes.

Sanada turned his head and looked straight into Feng He's eyes, "No need to make any preparations!" At any time, you must be prepared to stand on any field.No matter, who is the opponent standing across the net.

Immediately understood Sanada's subtext, Fenghe raised the corners of his mouth almost invisible, "Ah." Whether they lost or won, every game they played was a game of doing their best to not let themselves regret it. game.

Ahhh, even someone like him who has watched Yukimura and Sanada play practice matches countless times is starting to look forward to it.

The two were silent for a while.

"Sanada, I want to watch the game." Fenghe said suddenly.

His foot was injured and he was so bored sitting here all this time. Even the other seniors who were planning to watch the match between him and Sanada turned their heads to watch other people's match, and he wanted to watch it too.

Sanada frowned. After all, he felt that going to the game was a serious matter, "Which one to watch?" Other games were also scattered in various stadiums.

"I can't wait to see that match." Compared with everyone in the Lihai University Tennis Club who is already familiar with everything, of course, the game of his friends is more interesting.

"Then go." Sanada nodded without objecting.

However, Fenghe just glanced at him and didn't move when he heard the words.

"Huh?" Sanada was a little confused by Feng He.

Feng He pointed to his foot again, "I'm injured." It was his foot that was injured, if he only had one foot left to walk, would he want to jump over with one foot?

Before, no matter whether he was going to or from school, or coming to the tennis club, he was always supported by someone.

Sanada finally understood what this guy meant, and after exhaling a breath from his nose, he stretched out his hand to help Feng He up.

Although he obediently let him support him, somehow, the steel straight man Sanada felt that Feng was a lot of trouble, and he didn't know if it was an illusion.

Of course, what he doesn't know is that this is just the beginning, the beginning...