Male god collapses daily

Feng He, who felt that he had worked hard to complete the foundry work, was in a good mood. He didn't think he saved the world or anything, he didn't have any sense of reality.

But it's nice to be able to do what you promise to others.

After getting used to Ice Emperor's courses and activities, he gradually got on the right track.

Although everyone in the Hyotei Tennis Club was not very familiar with them at the beginning, it was always a bit awkward to get along with the main election of the Rikkai University Tennis Club who won them.

But they train together every day, do basic exercises together and play practice games together. They are all teenagers. It is just winning or losing on the field, and there is no deep hatred. Naturally, they gradually become familiar with each other.

Naturally, we can slowly get along happily.

Renzu's script was completed very quickly, and within a few days, he presented the finished script at the main election meeting.

Although I have read the original novel of "The Phantom of the Opera" again before, Feng He is still somewhat interested in the adapted version of the script by Ninja, and I started to read it as soon as I got it.

It is similar to the script of "The Tale of Bamboo Cutter", which is originally an extracurricular activity for middle school students. Naturally, it cannot be as complicated as a professional drama performance, so it has also been simplified and adapted.

It's just the plot after the adaptation...

Fenghe's original reading speed was pretty good. After scanning the script at a glance, he couldn't help but look up at the Kansai genius who usually looks very calm and rational.

I really didn't expect you to be so patient.

Sensing Feng He's gaze, he raised his glasses while holding back his gaze, "Is there any problem with the script? Feng?"

"No, no." Feng He shook his head, with a very indifferent and serious face, this trivial matter was far from enough to shake him, "The script is not bad."

Of course, in all fairness, this script is indeed well adapted, with a compact and fascinating plot, that is...

Feng He said that he never thought that Ren Zu would be a boy who likes love stories.

Although the original storyline is also a romance novel, it can generally be classified as a suspense romance novel. If it is adapted, it depends on the hobbies of the adaptor, and which part of the content they want to highlight.

There are also adaptors who pay attention to the suspenseful part of the original work, and adapt the whole story to be very horrifying.

As for the script adapted by Ninzu...the love part is emphasized, and the whole story looks a little more sentimental and soul-stirring.

Well, there is nothing wrong with it, after all, love is the eternal theme of human beings.

It's just a little unexpected.

Indeed, as Feng He said, the adaptation of the script was good, so Atobe had no objection after reading it, so he decided on the script.

Then the next step is the assignment of roles. Apart from the role that Atobe lost to Feng He and booked Christine, there are several main roles that are necessary.

All the main players in the Ice Emperor Tennis Club have to play, and of course Feng He, who is also in the Ice Emperor Tennis Club, is no exception.

And he did, as he said before, got a role that hardly showed his face, and he performed in his true colors most of the time.

After that, the rehearsal of the play began to gradually get on the right track, and other logistical preparations were also proceeding in an orderly manner.

According to Master Atobe, the stage layout should be as gorgeous as possible, and everything should be perfect.

On the weekend, Fenghe also invited Atobe back to dinner as agreed. His craftsmanship has always been good, and he finally got a fairly gorgeous evaluation from Atobe.

After this weekend's time passes, next week, it will be the Haiyuan Festival in Lihai University.

"There are quite a lot of people." Xiang Ri stood at the entrance of Lihai University and looked around.

"Well, because it's a joint ceremony of the university and high school in Central China." Feng He answered casually.

He was originally scheduled to come to the Kaihara Festival, but later he mentioned it during club work, and as a result, several people from the ice emperor tennis club came.

It can be seen that everyone is a young man who loves to play and be lively.

"Is there anything interesting?" Xiang Ri felt that he couldn't wait.

Feng He thought for a while, "The activities are different every year, and I don't know the arrangement for this year."

Although Feng He said that he didn't know, Xiang Ri didn't care too much, he directly pulled Renzu, "Yushi, Yushi, let's go shopping."

"Then let's go for a stroll," Ren Zuzu agreed, looking back at Feng He and Atobe, "How do you go?"

Of course, Huadi didn't need to ask, he must be following Atobe.

"I'll go to the tennis club first to have a look," Feng He always felt that the tea house would be quite unusual, but he didn't ask in detail to keep a surprise, anyway, he knew it when he came today, it was rare for him to watch a theater today Ah, "you can come and meet up later when you're done shopping," he said, turning to Atobe, "Atobe?"

"My uncle is with you." Atobe also answered quite directly, "Let's go, Huadi."

"Wushi." This is Wushi who followed Atobe from the middle of the country on the weekend.

So a group of five people divided into two groups, and Fenghe took Atobe and Huadi straight to the tennis club's office, "It's your first time to come to Lihai University after you have entered high school."

When I was in junior high school, not only did Ice Emperor come to play a practice match, this guy also came to single-handedly challenged Sanada.

Of course, Feng He didn't know that at that time Atobe actually wanted to find him the most.

"That's right," Atobe said, it was indeed the first time he came to Lihai University's high school, "Is the high school part connected to the middle school?"

"Yes," Feng He nodded, "Some teaching buildings are connected by corridor bridges, so they are shared."

"Well," Atobe nodded, "Although it's not as good as my uncle's Kanto Junior High School Tennis Festival, it's still quite lively."

Fenghe can only shake his head in his heart for Atobe's honey confidence. Although the other party has the capital to be proud, but that kind of narcissism is probably unmatched among the people he knows.

It's just that when it comes to tennis festivals, "Speaking of which, will there be tennis festivals this year?" He is actually looking forward to it.

"This year," Atobe snapped his fingers, "isn't there the most gorgeous stage play this year? Huh?"

"Ah," Feng He said and glanced at the trace department, "That's right, Christine." Although his face was expressionless, it was true that he was smiling at the trace department.

Even if he couldn't laugh, he had to laugh twice more from the bottom of his heart.This is a rare Atobe joke. To be honest, he is very much looking forward to the day when it is officially staged.

"You bastard!" The black line on Atobe's forehead tended to materialize, "Is it funny?"

"It's not funny," Feng He said seriously and honestly, he didn't want the heroine to be unable to continue acting before the show started, "It's gorgeous."

Of course he was telling the truth, with the personality of Mr. Atobe, of course he wanted to be perfect, even playing the heroine was no exception.

His expressiveness on stage is really something even he wants to praise.

"Hahahaha," Atobe laughed, with a somewhat arrogant look that also has a unique charm, "My uncle's aesthetics shines the most dazzling light every day."

Fenghe and Atobe chatted casually, Huadi remained silent, and the three of them quickly passed through the lively crowd and came to the tennis club.

From a distance, people could be seen swarming outside the social office, and many girls in uniforms of Lihai University were discussing excitedly outside.

Judging by their appearance, it is not the effect that a simple tea house can achieve.

It was even more lively than when the Tennis Club held the Haunted House of Hundred Stories.

Atobe also saw the situation clearly, "Didn't you say it was a tea house?"

"Ah." Feng He's answer was indifferent, he knew it was a tea house, but he didn't think it was a simple tea house. Seeing this lively situation, he confirmed his guess even more.

Hearing Fenghe's answer, Atobe didn't say anything more, just snorted, and continued walking inside with Huadi.

Feng He immediately followed the pace of the two of them.

Among the girls on the inner three floors and the outer three floors, the three young men with outstanding height and aura were as conspicuous as bright lights in the dark night.

Especially Feng He was a familiar face. After seeing him clearly, many girls started whispering.

"It's Feng Junye, why hasn't he changed his clothes yet?" There was a loyal fan girl of Lihai University Tennis Club, who couldn't hold back her excitement.

"It is said that Fengjun went to Bingdi as an exchange student. Have you seen the handsome guy next to him with eyes on the top of his head? That is the head of Bingdi's tennis club." Of course, there are also people who know more about tennis games and go to every game Watching girls.

"Eh? Then won't Lord Feng participate in the Haiyuan Festival this year?" The girl who just spoke looked extremely regretful, "I really want to see Lord Feng in those clothes!"

"Don't tell me," some other girls turned their heads and said when they heard this sentence, "Mr. Feng must be very suitable for that kind of look. When I was in Hundred Stories, the guide couldn't be better."

"Wait, what Hundred Story?" Obviously, the girl who just spoke has not been in the tennis club long enough.

"It was the haunted house of the tennis club when I was in the second year of junior high school. Feng Jun played the role of the guide, wearing a white hunting suit and holding a candle. Although it was a natural performance, he was really super handsome!" The girl was also full of excitement when she mentioned it. , "Of course it's not just Feng Jun's leader, but Ren Wang Jun's vampire cosplay is also very expressive, evil and handsome, simply!" The girl clutched her chest, looking like she was about to fall into a pink state.

"Wow! What a pity!" The girl almost thumped her chest when she spoke, "I only started to follow the tennis club when I was in the third year of junior high school, and I didn't see it when I was in the second year of junior high school."

"It's all right," the girl who knew the tennis club well before comforted her, "It's not bad to see the tea house now, it's nice to have a cup of tea when it's our turn."

The girl who just spoke was also comforted, "That's true, I just saw Sanada-kun, and I didn't expect him to be so handsome in such clothes."

The other two girls looked at each other and smiled, "You're about to become an uncle."

"Oh." The girl said coquettishly, and started a new round of discussion and fight with her companion.

Fenghe, Atobe, and Huadi walked all the way, and of course they couldn't hear a lot of whispers. Although they couldn't hear the specific words, they could still understand a few familiar names.

So Feng He became even more curious, what exactly did their tennis club do this year?

Fortunately, it didn't last long for him to be puzzled. Soon, the newly decorated tennis club office appeared in front of him and Atobe.

Feng He raised his head, looked at the antique decorations, and read softly, "The world...tea house?"

The name of this tea house is really domineering enough. It even uses the word Tianxia, ​​which is still Chinese calligraphy.

At this moment, someone opened the curtain of the tea house and came out, just facing Fenghe and Atobe.

So Feng He was stunned for a moment, it's not that he doesn't know the person in front of him, for so many years, except during the holidays, it can be said that he has been with him day and night, that face is so familiar that he couldn't be more familiar.

But he had never seen the other party look like this.

Feng He hasn't had time to speak yet, it doesn't mean that Atobe will follow in silence.

After sizing up the person who came over, Atobe put his hand on the side of his face, and his voice was gorgeous, "Does it feel good, Sanada, huh?"

That's right, the person who just walked out is Sanada, the deputy head of the Tennis Club of Lihai University.

However, it is completely different from the usual school uniform or team uniform. Sanada is dressed in the samurai costume of the Momoyama Azuchi period, with armor and a sword hanging from his waist.

After taking off the hat, with short black hair and a serious expression, with a touch of modernity in the retro feel, no matter how you look at it, he is an extremely handsome samurai.

It's no wonder that getting Atobe can be regarded as a compliment.

When Sanada saw the three of Fuhe, he was also stunned for a moment, and he came back to his senses when he heard Atobe's words, and after nodding to Fuhe, he looked at Atobe and Huadi, "Welcome to Tianxia Tea House. "

"Tianxia?" Atobe had keen observation and active thinking, and immediately thought of the reason, "Is it the Tianxia in history?" That's why he dressed like this.

"Yes," Sanada replied solemnly, "Please come in." He opened the curtain and motioned for the three of them to enter.

Feng He would not be polite to Sanada, he was originally from the tennis club, and he didn't plan to queue up for tea with other people at this time, so when he saw Sanada's movements, he walked in directly, asking questions as he walked, "You wear a real knife?"

"Of course not," Sanada glared at Feng He, who was talking nonsense, "You can't bring real knives to school." It's too lax to ask such a question.

Feng He didn't care about being stared at, "Where are the others? Are they all dressed like this?" If so, it's no wonder the girls outside are so excited.

Before Sanada could answer, Atobe had already answered, "If it's Tianxia, ​​then it probably is."

When you walk into the house, it feels completely different from the outside.

After all the rearrangements, the tatami mats and various antique designs have a sense of age.

"It looks good." Feng He knew that with the personality of Li Hai's tennis minister, if he wanted to do it, he would definitely win the championship, so he was not too surprised to see such a scene.

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a familiar voice, "Feng." After a pause, he said with a smile, "Atobe and Huadi are here too."

Feng He turned her head, and saw the familiar chestnut-haired boy walking over with a smile.

The usual good friend, who also looked gentle and delicate, was unexpectedly suitable after changing into a samurai attire. He just smiled, which seemed a little too peaceful no matter how you looked at it.

Seeing Fenghe looking him up and down, after saying hello to Atobe, Fuji turned his head to look at him, "What's wrong?"

"For a samurai, it feels more aggressive." Although he looked expressionless, Feng He was indeed joking with his friend.

Bu Er's jokes are consistent with Feng He's all the year round, so they often joke, of course, on the surface they only laugh at Bu Er.

But no two to join in, Feng He also said that he was very happy.

"Hehe," Fu put his hands on his lips and smiled, looking very talkative, but at the next moment, he suddenly opened his eyes, and the sharp and condensed gaze poured out a coldness, "How sharp is it?"

Feng He thought for a while, "You should return to the previous appearance, after all, this is a tea house." Although they are all dressed as samurai, after all, most of the people who run the tea house are girls.

No, the way you open your eyes like this is enough momentum, don't scare other girls.

Bu Er laughed out loud when he heard the words, the boy with crooked eyebrows was quite cute, "Do you want some tea?" Just like what Feng said, this is a tea house after all.

"Are you dressed like this to make tea?" Mr. Atobe looked critically at Sanada and Fuji's appearance. Although it seemed that there was nothing wrong with it, it didn't go well with things like making tea.

"No, we are just in charge of entertaining guests," Fuji smiled and pointed in another direction, "the tea maker is over there."

So Fuhe and Atobe both heard the words and looked over. In the center of the room against the wall, it was arranged like a tea room. There was a gentle man in a kimono, making tea gracefully.

"It's Liu." Feng He immediately had the feeling that it was true. Regardless of the percentages that Li Haida's staff usually talk about, it is actually very suitable for this kind of period drama atmosphere, with a kind of elegance that is deposited in the bones .

After observing Liu's movements for a moment, Atobe said, "It still looks gorgeous."

"Our Tachibana tea house, of course, is not something casual." Sanada crossed his arms and switched modes the moment Atobe opened his mouth.

As the first vice-minister Li Hai who can never lose anything, in front of outsiders (Atobe and Huachi), maintaining this state is almost subconscious.

"That's right." Although Fuji was smiling, he agreed with Sanada's words, "Ah, there is a seat available over there, come and sit."

Now that we have arrived at the tea house, of course we want to drink tea, because the whole tea house is still very busy, so after guiding Fenghe and the three of them to sit down at the table, Sanada turned around to entertain other people, and Fuji went to two people. serve tea.

Of course, the tea should be freshly brewed. After Buer passed by, Liu looked up at this side, nodded to Fenghe, and then bowed his head to make tea again.

It was the first time for Fenghe to see this purely Japanese way of making tea. Although it was a little distance away, it was not a problem for his current eyesight, so he watched with great interest when he started to move from the willow.

Of course, Fenghe didn't forget to talk to Master Atobe by the way, "It's the first time I've seen someone make tea like this."

"Have you never seen the tea ceremony before?" Atobe raised his eyebrows.

"No," Feng He shook his head, his gaze still on Liu's side, "I've only seen Chinese-style ones, not Japanese-style ones."

Atobe glanced at the person, "You have been in Japan for several years, and you haven't seen it until now."

"Well, I don't have time." Feng He said very seriously, and he really didn't have time. He was busy completing tasks before, but now... he is busy saving the world when he has free time.

Although Atobe's eyes were more or less scornful, he still explained the process of making tea clearly in a few words.

Following Atobe's explanation, Fenghe also saw some tricks in watching Liu's movements. When Liu almost finished making tea, he turned his head to look at Atobe, "I didn't expect you to have a lot of research on tea ceremony."

He always thought that Atobe, who returned from England, should be more inclined to Western culture. Although it was true, the other party seemed to be quite dabbled in Japanese culture.

Atobe returned Feng He's eyes as a matter of course, "I am Japanese, shouldn't the Japanese understand these things? Right, Huadi?"

Hua's nod should be: "Wushi."

Feng He ignored Atobe's rhetorical question, and Hua answered it anyway, so he skipped to the next question, "What about the way of swordsmanship?"

"My uncle is better at Western swords." Atobe raised his jaw.

While the two were talking, Bu Er had already brought tea, "Tea for the three."

Feng He had just picked up the tea, before he had time to drink it, he put a hand on his shoulder, "Here you come? Puri."

Hearing such a question, Feng He knew who it was without looking back.

So he just held the tea steadily, drank it, and then replied, "Ah." Without even turning his head.

For Feng He's actions, King Ren standing behind him looked as if he had expected it. Seeing Feng He put down his cup, he came over, "Is the tea finished?"

Hearing King Ren's question, Feng He turned his head slightly, "What's the matter?" I always felt that it would be difficult for King Ren to ask like this.

"After you've finished drinking," King Ren didn't talk nonsense with Feng He, and directly showed a somewhat ruffian smile, "Come with me."

"What?" Fenghe was also a little surprised, but before he could say anything more, a gentleman with glasses came over, "Mr. Feng, I'm sorry." just go.

Of course, as a person who has never forgotten his manners, Yagyu has not forgotten to explain to Atobe, "Atobe-kun, we will take Feng-kun away first."

Looking at Li Haida's internal affairs, Atobe waved his hand lazily, "Please go ahead."