Fujii stopped swinging his sword and glanced at Kazuma: "You can see it?"

　　 "Yes. Your left hand is a bit weak." Kazuma babbled casually.

Fujii sighed: "While preparing lunch for myself in the morning, I accidentally knocked over the rice cooker at home and wanted to remedy it temporarily. As a result, I pulled my hand too hard and the rice was spilled. I was burnt myself. You Look, it's hot red here."

　　 Fujii showed the big red spot on her right hand to Kazuma.

　　 Kazuma reached out and poked.

　　 "Don't touch it, it hurts!" Fujii punched Kazuma.

　　 "You are too careless, have you been to the health room?"

　　 "A little hurt!"

　　 "Don't make any minor injuries. If you don't deal with it well in the afternoon practice session, it might get worse. Moreover, it is about to decide that the county assembly is going to select players. If you do not perform well in the afternoon session session, you may not be able to play."

　　 "You should worry about yourself first, teacher! Fan! Generation!" The three words behind Fujii were particularly prolonged.

　　 Kazuma curled his lips. He didn't pay much attention to club activities before. After all, just after school, the club training started almost this week, and everyone did not enter the state last week.

　　 And to be honest, I've crossed all through the traversal, and I must be thinking about how to use the advantages of the traversal to get to the pinnacle of life quickly and easily. The high school kendo national championship is something like Kazuma.

　　 In addition, his plug-in has not been activated before, and he may not be able to play in kendo. It is better to consider how to use his advanced knowledge of the times.

　　 So Kazuma came to the club activities, basically I didn’t care about it,

　　 also can't say that he was totally disinterested. When he saw a girl like Fujii, he was still very concerned.

　　 Fujii Mikako, with a simple and beautiful girl unique to this era, with the traditional round face of a Japanese girl and a sweet smile full of sugar.

　　 If you look at the side, you can get a good mood.

　　 But now this beautiful girl looks at Kazuma with provocative eyes, with a mischievous smile on her face, once again dragging a long tone: "Master~ Fan~ Generation~"

　　 Kazuma is speechless, jokingly said: "It seems that some people owe it to clean up."

　　 "Hey, it seems that someone has forgotten that he and I will lose more and lose less in the battle."

Kazuma is not surprising. He just saw that Fujii’s kendo is level 4 without genre, while the original owner of Kazuma only trained his own genre to 3. The new current 6 is Kazuma Brought over.

　　 Whether there is a genre or not only determines the way of fighting. Swordsmanship actually depends very much on the basic skills.

　　 A master with solid basic skills, just the accuracy of that distance mastery can make the weaker drink a pot.

　　 So No Genre 4 kills Li Xin Liu 3, which is reasonable.

　　 But it's different now.

　　 Kazuma looked at Fujii, although she was joking, but now defeating her, maybe there is a little benefit or something.

　　 Fujii smiled smirkly: "I am hurting my left hand. Maybe it is a good chance for you to beat me, Kiryu-kun."

　　 Kazuma: "You make sense."

"Huh, do you really want to compare it? When the girl was injured, I did whatever he wanted. I didn't think Kiryu-kun was such a person." Fujii pretended to be contemptuous, but immediately couldn't help laughing, and ran away. Take the protective gear and go, "Come on, time is just enough, we are better than a game."

　　 Kazuma can't help but wonder, whether the boss of my mother has a leg with Fujii, I am so envious, then I will take it unceremoniously.

However, Fujii’s name is still Kiryu-kun. The Japanese side is actually very particular about the address. From the name, you can judge that the previous Kiryuu Kazuma and this lady are at most not satisfied with lovers of Friendship or above. .

Kazuma is thinking while wearing a helmet—because the community newcomers who can be summoned at will have not been recruited, the protective gear is still personally cleaned, and Kazuma has been fishing these days, and has not been cleaned at all. , Now the headgear has a strong smell of sweat.

　　 When the club recruits new members, three-year students like Kazuma can throw protective gear cleaning or something to the new members of the club.

　　 The sports clubs in Japanese schools are so terrible.

　　 Fujii: "There is not enough time to wear full armor. Let's fight like this."

　　 Kazuma took a look at her and found that she was wearing a helmet and gloves, and no body protection at all.

　　 "I have no problem." Kazuma shrugged and put on gloves, and then the two went back to the center of the kendo hall.

　　 Fujii directly took a posture.

　　 Kazuma glanced at her suspiciously, and he still bowed first according to the procedure-this is a habit developed by practicing a new student, and Master Hasegawa will be very angry if he doesn't do it.

　　 Fujii laughed: "When did you become so obedient? In the past, didn't it always be impassioned to say that these are all old bad habits, should they be broken?"

　　 Kazuma is shocked, what else? Orthodox thinking is quite progressive.

　　 He didn't bother to explain, the explanation was not clear, so he put his posture directly.

　　 "Fujii, should we bet something?"

Fujii tilted his head and said, "Well... I think about it, lunch for a week... Forget it, if you win, I will invite you to lunch for a week. If I win, you will run five laps around the playground. One lap corresponds to one day for lunch. ?"

　　 Fujii should know that the Kiryu family is not well-off.

　　 Kazuma: "This is unfair, even if I don't lose to you, I will often be punished to run off the playground. Or else, I won and let you touch your head, if you win, let me..."

　　 "Big ogre! Noodles!" Fujii started suddenly, shouting and rushing up.

　　 Her movements are quite refined, and it can be seen that she has indeed put a lot of effort into her exercises.

　　 But Kazuma quickly avoided.

　　 quickly dodged, pulling the distance, and then Kazuma put on a stubborn posture, exerting force.

　　 "Noodles!"

　　 The head of the bamboo sword accurately hit Fujii's mask.

　　 "Huh?" Fujii looked dazed, and through the mesh mask of the helmet, Kazuma could feel her doubts.

　　 "Wait a minute, wait a minute! Why did you face it? Why did you face it?"

　　 Kazuma: "When you hit the helmet, you have to shout to the face. That's how Daemon Goro taught."

　　 "Of course I know this! I asked how you called it?"

　　 "Just... a normal thrust?" Kazuma shrugged, and then resumed the posture of holding the sword in the middle.

　　 Fujii took a posture while watching Kazuma and took a deep breath: "You do it again!"

　　 Kazuma went straight up.

　　 "Noodles!"

　　 "Wait a minute! Slow down!" Fujii shouted, "I'm not ready! Come again!"

　　 She set herself up again, and took two deep breaths this time. The ups and downs of the breath showed that she was still very predictable, which was rare.

　　 There are not so many G-cup monsters in Japanese girls in this era, and Fujii is already considered a big one.

　　 Fujii: "Okay, I'm ready!"

　　 The next moment Kazuma hit her face mask.

　　 "Wait a minute!" Fujii stamped his foot, "You slow down! Let me see what happened!"

　　 "Then... I will do the decomposition for you?"

　　 "Don't break it down! Don't! Come again! As long as you slow down a little bit, I can see clearly!"

　　 Kazuma is in trouble, he really can't slow down, his body is in a corresponding posture, and he won't be in charge of him when he exerts his strength.

　　 In order to pretend to be forced to pick up girls, it is difficult to ride a tiger.

　　 In fact, you can beat this girl by playing Kazuma normally. After all, Kazuma has also been practiced for several years, so it's okay to bully a little girl with my true ability.

　　 It’s too late to regret now, and slip away.

　　 Kazuma: "Let’s stop here today, class will start soon."

　　 He took off his helmet and put away the bamboo knife and turned to leave. Fujii took off his helmet and dashed forward: "Wait a minute! Do it again! You can do it slowly! You can teach me a little bit!"

　　 After all, this girl is practicing kendo, and her hands are quite strong.

　　 Kazuma pulled hard but didn't pull his hand out.

　　 "Does your hand hurt?" he asked back, "Hurry up to the infirmary! Or this afternoon..."

　　 "It's because I'm going to be selected in the afternoon, so I asked you to teach me! You have never used this trick before. I won't ask you where you learned it. Let me share it! I want to go to the national competition too!"

　　 "Then I will do the decomposition for you..."

　　 "No! You use it a few times, I can learn it myself!"

　　 Kazuma served, is this girl actually this kind of personality? I don't usually see it, but I think it's a sweet girl next door.

　　 But after thinking about it, she has practiced kendo, and she is somewhat stronger.

"There's no time! You have to change into kendo uniforms." Kazuma moved with reason, Kazuma just went for a run, and he was wearing sportswear. He had to go back to the office and change to a normal school uniform. Trouble, go to the joint building of the sports club and use the women's locker room there.

　　 Public schools generally have relatively little funding and do not have so many facilities. Men’s changing clothes are usually run in the community, while women’s use of communal changing rooms.

　　Of course, there are exceptions to the public schools endorsed by universities, such as the affiliated high school of the University of Tsukuba. Although it is a national institution, it is more arrogant than most private schools.

　　 But this is not the case with North Gurdjieff College, so Fujii will have to go a long way later and go back to the Union to change clothes.

　　 Fujii pouted, but seemed to finally give up. She whispered: "Come and teach me at noon! Don't even want to run!"

　　 Kazuma decisively decided to sneak out at noon to eat lunch quietly in a place with no one.

　　 There is no way, he can't slow down this move, UU reading www.uukanshu.com can only break down the action...

　　 "Listen! See you! No! There!" Fujii paused, and at the same time, with his hands, he pulled Kazuma towards him.

　　 At this moment, a loud shout resounded through the Kendo Hall: "Kiryu! Fujii! What are you doing?"

　　 This violent drink made the two shiver together, and then walked through the reputation together.

　　 is Goro Daimon.

　　 "Don't you know, school rules prohibit impure heterosexual relations!"

　　 This is the 1980s. In many places, Japanese schools are similar to Chinese schools in the 2000s.

　　 Kazuma and Fujii realized that they seemed a little too close now, and outsiders seemed to be kissing each other.

　　 Fujii blushed with a brush, released Kazuma and played several meters away.

　　 "Go out and run a lap for me!" Damen Goro roared, "Run until you don't have enough energy to make me and me! Hurry up, run!"

　　 Kazuma: "Report teacher! Fujii's left hand is injured, she should go to the school infirmary!"

　　Daemon Goro stared at Kazuma for a few seconds.

　　 "Fujii, go to the school infirmary! Kiryu, run laps for me!"

　　 Fujii: "Report to the teacher! I need someone to help me to the school infirmary!"

　　Daemon Goro was silent, staring at the two men and exerting invisible pressure.

　　 "You two, go laps together, run until the preparation bell rang, and then write me a three-thousand-word essay explaining your views on the word honesty in the school motto." He said sullenly.

　　 "Yes!" Kazuma shouted together with Fujii, the voice was very loud-if the voice is not loud, you will be asked to shout again.

　　Daemon Goro turned and left, Kazuma glanced at Fujii: "Are you a fool? It made me write an extra essay."

　　 Fujii made a face on Kazuma.