The "After-School DVD" that Sosuke Araki gave last time, Abeji has practiced many times after returning to the temple.

Now, no matter what movements and expressions the female teacher on the screen makes, there will be no more turbulence in his heart.

So he went to the Shijing Great Kendo Club to find Sousuke Araki several times, but he heard that this guy was busy looking for a job and partying, and he didn't seem to be bothered by "the sword is not clear" at all. He naturally reacted to the last time. It's been fooled.

"This guy 'Tachibana Piaoxue' has come to the Kendo Club to find seniors many times recently." Yamada Kengo said in a low voice immediately.

"This troublesome guy, I'm annoying... The last time I gave you the 'After-School Series', but there are still more than 200 books. After you read them all, you will understand the profound meaning. 'Come later."

"What? There are more than 200 copies of such a terrifying thing?"

Hearing what the other party said, cold sweat dripped from Abeji's forehead.

Sousuke Araki, who was in a bad mood from the beginning, looked at the entangled Abe Temple in front of him, and the envious glances from the women on both sides, and suddenly came up with a plan.

"Ahem...you came to challenge during our Kendo club's **** training camp. You really have the guts."

Sosuke Araki clenched his fists and coughed lightly, then looked at Abe Temple opposite him with provocative eyes.

"Hell training? You, are you still lying? It's obviously just embezzling the club's funds to eat and drink."

Abe-ji immediately retorted.

"How dare you say it... Then do you dare to follow up and participate in our training together... Let you see what kind of **** the members of the Shijing Great Kendo Club practice in every day..."

Sousuke Araki put his hands in his pockets and challenged the opponent.

"Hmph, we'll wait and see. But after that, you have to compete with me today." Abe-ji smiled disdainfully, and walked into the roast meat shop first.

"Sorry, sorry, we didn't want to leave just now, we picked up a new friend..."

Walking into the warm atmosphere, Sousuke Araki immediately greeted several "female college students" opposite him enthusiastically, and then forced Abeji, who was unknown, into the middle of the two largest "girls".

"I would like to introduce to you, this is the chief general of the Kendo Club from the University of Tokyo, the first place in this year's National Men's Kendo Conference, and the person who gave the sword number 'Tachibana Piaoxue', Abe Temple!!!"

Just as Abe-ji Temple, whose whole body seemed to be glowing with dazzling light, entered the box, the members of the Shibutsu Great Kendo Club immediately merged into the darkness and turned into nothingness.

"Roar……"

The "girls" of the Waseda Women's Sumo Club turned their heads stiffly and excitedly, like beasts who had been hungry for many years, suddenly seeing fresh, plump and juicy Wagyu beef, with a dazzling light in their eyes.

In the ears of everyone, the low roar of a prehistoric beast seemed to sound.

At this moment, Sosuke Araki, who was just standing behind Abe Temple, also felt the gaze with endless hunger and thirst, and experienced the fear of being stared at by several prehistoric beasts at the same time.

Then, he decisively retracted his seat on the side of the Kendo club.

At first glance, Abe-ji Temple was very well taught. After Sosuke Araki introduced it, although he noticed that the atmosphere seemed a bit wrong, he still greeted everyone present with great self-discipline.

"Despicable stranger..."

"Damn, why did this guy Tachibana Piaoxue suddenly appear to take love with a knife, I had almost chatted with that girl..."

With the arrival of Abe Temple, the originally happy box was immediately divided into two parties: "Abe Temple and Women's Sumo Club" and "Shijing Da Kendo Club".

"What's the difference between this look and the usual party..."

The members of the kendo club who were incarnated as small transparent, could only gather aside with tears in their eyes and drink suffocating wine.

At the center of the storm, Abe-ji Temple was surrounded by four "girls" who were huge and looked like beasts, and Sosuke Araki could hardly see his figure clearly.

"Aren't the guys from Shijingda not satisfied with using DVDs to practice?"

Feeling the huge power coming from around his arms, even Abe Temple, who has been practicing kendo all year round, finds it hard to resist, as weak and helpless as in the eyes of a storm.

"It turns out that it is not only the cultivation of strength, but also a test of maintaining a normal mind and being unmoved? These dark horses with great stigma are really not easy..."

Looking at the terrifying "beauty" of these women around him, Abeji's back was cold, and he could only get a trace of warmth through the green tea in his hand.

Kendo is a sport that pays great attention to "normality". Not only the audience outside the stadium must keep absolute silence, but the players can't even cheer on the spot after winning, otherwise the results will be cancelled.

"However, I will not admit defeat."

Holding the green tea tightly, Abeji began to try to maintain a "normal heart" to fight against the physical and mental pressure brought by the group of heavyweight women in front of him, and his eyes were burning with fighting intent.

Five minutes later, amid the excessive enthusiasm and desire of several female sumo wrestlers, he was defeated without a doubt.

In the heat wave, he was in a trance, as if he saw a huge F key appearing in the void.

"Damn, although I don't know why, but my instinct tells me that I can't press ~lightnovelpub.net~ and everything will be over... Is my kendo so vulnerable in the daily training of Shijing University? Everyone at Shijing University, you have actually survived this kind of training on weekdays."

It's not that Abe Temple didn't work hard, but that the "girls" in the sumo club were too tough, too shocking in appearance, and too enthusiastic, so he couldn't resist at all.

In order to compete for the position beside him, several "girls" have drawn a circle and started a push-hand competition.

Abe Temple looked at the row of men opposite, full of admiration.

"Hmph, this guy from Abe Temple, you know he's amazing now."

Sousuke Araki, who was hiding in the corner with a beer, watched with satisfaction at the flower-like Abe Temple, in the violent wind and rain... No, in the mudslide, it was gradually engulfed and disappeared.

By the time the party was over, it was almost twelve o'clock.

When everyone said goodbye in front of the roast meat shop, the disheveled Abe-ji Temple was still firmly "controlled" by the sumo club members and invited him to the hotel to participate in the next "multiplayer sports".

Just when Sousuke Araki turned around and was about to run away, this guy from Abe Temple actually struggled out of the sea of ​​​​people and flesh, and grabbed the corner of his clothes tightly.

"This... Now you can... have a match with me."

At this moment, Abe Temple has long since lost its elegant and refined image. He was breathing heavily, and there were a few exaggerated huge lip prints on his face. The training clothes that originally fit were also pulled and deformed.

"You guy, you really don't give up when you don't see the Yellow River. It just so happened that my uncle was in a bad mood today, so he reluctantly had a fight with you..."

Seeing the indomitable eyes of the other party, Sousuke Araki frowned and showed a terrifying smile.

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