Back at home, Xia Qiu sat alone for a long time, her mind precipitated, and she was slowly adjusting some of her own things.

It's like a bowl of turbid water, which calms down, and the impurities in it precipitate, and the water becomes clear and transparent. This is the art of cultivating the mind, and it is a method of condensing one's spiritual will.

It is also like alchemy in a furnace, where people's spiritual will is in it, calcined and condensed in the blazing fire, removing the turnip and preserving the essence, and finally condensing the essence and practicing the golden pill.

But suddenly, when it hasn't succeeded, something suddenly escapes from the stove, and it naturally has to be reined in.

These are all methods of cultivating the mind and tempering the will. And the reason for this is because he has just entered the lane with the ball, and he is in a very delicate state.

It's like making an old soup, and you need to take care of it before it is ready. It is also necessary to master the heat, the heat is not good, it is easy to paste, and the heat is small and uncooked.

A bowl of soup is still like this, not to mention the will of the human heart, if it is not completed, it is enough, once it is done, the spiritual will of the person will be reborn.

The difference is that in this process, the qi and blood of summer and autumn will also move.

The qi and blood in the flesh and blood of the various meridians in the body are like rivers flowing on the earth, no matter how many there are, they will gather in one point, and all rivers will return to the sea.

"Hoo ........."

After a long time, Xia Qiu stood up, with a peaceful mood, knowing that the will of the heart had improved a lot compared to before.

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The next day, Didan High School. Xia Qiu is still the same as usual, in this kind of daily life without cases, reading, writing, reading comics, and chatting.

Occasionally, I stroll around the campus and enjoy that leisurely and quiet time, which makes summer and autumn very pleasant. This was the case all morning, which made the eldest lady of the garden frown slightly.

Although Xia Qiu looks similar to usual, as the eldest lady of the Suzuki Foundation, she sees something different.

It seems that although it is the same as usual, it has naturally occupied a central leadership position in the way of speech and conversation.

That feeling, how to say, there is a feeling of not being angry and self-righteous in calmness and calmness, and the restrained and spontaneous temperament is like a sword being restrained, and it is continuing to cultivate a certain edge.

'What the hell is going on with this guy?' ’

Yuan Zi looked at Xia Qiu from his seat, puzzled. This is one of the few times she has seriously thought about it.

invisibly revealed the temperament of her Suzuki homeland, which is not at all the same as the usual grinning appearance, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a judgment between the two.

The temperament of a young lady is a kind of cultivation in a specific environment. So don't look at her usual big grin, but after all, she is different from ordinary people in her bones.

It's just that the aura is really hard to say. Being an official has the temperament of being an official, and a leader has the temperament of a leader.

It can be said that although this kind of thing is intangible, it is real. The feeling of giving people is also different depending on the profession and position of the person.

But now, the vague aura on Xia Qiu's body forced her true face. As if if she didn't do that, she would be crushed like that.

And the feeling that Xia Qiu gave her was different from her temperament raised by money. The feeling was somewhat familiar, vague, and made her feel as if she had seen it somewhere, but she couldn't remember anything.

"Garden, what's wrong with you?" Looking at the garden, which was a little different from usual, Xiaolan asked worriedly.

"Ah, it's fine."

Hearing Xiaolan's voice, the garden came back to her senses. The temperament on the body converged, and it became the same as usual. 51

However, her heart did not stop there, because of the incomprehension, her doubts became deeper and deeper. Attention stayed on Xia Qiu's body almost all day long.

The brows on both sides were almost squeezed together. However, this doubt did not bother her for long,

Because, in the afternoon......

Bang!

In the tennis club of Didan High School, a tournament took place. However, it is not so much a game as a game between members of the school's tennis club.

In Japan, there are always various clubs in schools, and in order to cultivate students' interests and hobbies, they also provide various middle school conditions.

The difference is that the situation today is not as pure as it used to be. To put it simply, someone came to kick the gym.

and also defeated several people in a row, and now another classmate is on the field.

"Horio-senpai, come on!"

Outside the court, looking at the two people who were about to fight in the field, Yuan Zi was there to cheer for him with a face, and Xiaolan, who was quiet next to him, looked a little embarrassed.

Although she is karate, because the garden is a tennis club, and there is no reason for today's activities, Xiaolan also came.

"Horio, you said his name is Horio?" Next to him, Xia Qiu's voice suddenly sounded.

"When did you get here?"

Hearing the sound, the garden was startled. When she turned her head, she realized that Xia Qiu, this guy, suddenly appeared here at some point.

"I've been here for a long time, but you haven't noticed." Xia Qiu said flatly.

Just now he passed by here and found that the person on the court was the guy he had been practicing tennis alone at night on the remote court when he was home with his sister that night.

"Really? Some people say that they are the gods of the ball, but they don't even know Horio, so the skills are really suspicious. The garden said with some disdain.

But Xia Qiu just smiled very peacefully, which made the garden seem to be hit on cotton, and there was a feeling that it was empty.

"Horio?" Xia Qiu muttered to himself, and then he didn't know what he thought, and suddenly said with a strange face: "Then is he two years old in tennis?" ”

"What two years? I'll tell you.,Horio seniors already have the strength to get close to a professional player.。 ”

In this way, the garden is like protecting food in a nymphomaniac, and the whole person is directly fried. Two years, how can it be possible to practice advanced skills in two years?

"Really?"

For this temper of the eldest lady of the garden, Xia Qiu chose to ignore it, as if there was no such person next to her. While looking at the tennis court, his temperament also changed, as if he only had tennis in his eyes, and he was very focused.

"Huh?"

Suddenly, this detail was discovered by Xiaolan and sighed lightly. This kind of familiar temperament, she seems to have seen it somewhere. At the same time, memories of tennis came back to her mind again.

"Shinichi Horio, a third-year student at Teidan High School and the main member of the tennis club, has been practicing tennis since elementary school, and now he has the strength to be close to a professional tennis player."

At this moment, a woman's voice sounded, coming from behind several people.