"That Ninomiya-san, please tell me what you have to say." Futaba Makoto leaned back tactically and grabbed the chair beside him. If a fight really broke out, this chair could also be used as a defense.

Ninomiya's plump chest rose and fell violently.

After a few seconds, she calmed down, glared at Futaba Cheng, and then slowly put away her bamboo sword.

After seeing that the other party didn't really want to fight, Futaba Cheng felt relieved.

"Futaba-san, about you peeking at me changing clothes..."

"Ninomiya-kun, please don't use the word peeking. It's obvious that you were changing clothes in the men's bathroom, and I just broke in accidentally." Futaba Cheng interrupted.

Ninomiya raised an eyebrow: "The women's restroom was under maintenance at the time. Seriously, I can't blame you for this, but -

There are no physical education classes during school hours, so why are you in the bathroom on the playground?"

"Did you skip class?"

Futaba Cheng coughed dryly and slowly looked away.

He was indeed skipping school. He used the excuse of a stomach ache to go to the playground to bask in the sun. Unexpectedly, when he accidentally went to the bathroom, he ran into Ninomiya Ya who was changing his kendo uniform.

Of course, the bathroom was actually locked at that time, and Futaba Makoto climbed in through the window...

Ask why.

At that time, his stomach really started to hurt.

Later, he was unilaterally chased by Ninomiya Ye with a bamboo sword. It was not until the bell rang and the students came out to do activities that things stopped.

Ninomiya is the head of the Discipline Committee. Skipping class is a violation of the rules in school. She can be said to have caught Futaba Makoto.

At this time, after seeing Futaba Cheng being silent, Ninomiya showed a faint smile: "Very good, it seems you have realized that you were wrong."

"Don't deny it."

"Everything has a price."

Futaba Cheng glanced at her and suddenly smiled: "I won't join the kendo club."

"How do you know?" Ninomiya was a little stunned.

"You only have a few meanings when you say this. I think Ninomiya-san can't let me be your husband just because I saw your body, right?"

"Among the remaining possibilities, it is most reasonable for me to join the Kendo Club."

Ninomiya did not deny it, but spoke directly:

"Your swordsmanship is very strong and you are suitable for the kendo club. You will be able to enter the national competition in the future."

"But I lost to you."

"If you maintain the speed of the first sword draw, you can fight me."

"It can't be done." Futaba Cheng smiled,

"My physique is very poor. It would be great if I could swing the sword continuously."

"Why learn to sword?"

"The swordsmanship I learned is not for participating in competitions."

Ninomiya looked at Futaba Makoto, confused: "Then why?"

"Why?" Futaba Cheng thought for a while and then gave the answer,

"In a formal kendo competition, I may not be your opponent, but if it's a real sword fight to the death..."

Futaba Cheng smiled and said calmly:

"You must die."

Ninomiya's heart trembled, but she looked at the other person calmly: "Oh?"

"Hahaha, you're kidding, how could I be Ninomiya-san's opponent? The strength of your chops makes it hard for me to parry." Futaba Cheng immediately smiled and waved his hand.

Ninomiya quietly observed Futaba Makoto, rarely saying anything.

Because she knew in her heart that at that moment, the boy in front of her had no intention of joking at all.

The room was quiet except for the clock on the wall which was ticking.

"Okay, if there is nothing else, I will go back first, Ninomiya-san." Futaba Cheng stood up at this time.

It's time to go home and cook, otherwise you won't be able to keep up with the discounted ingredients. Although Futaba Makoto has saved a lot of money recently, he still likes to save money.

Seeing that Futaba Makoto was about to leave, Ninomiya did not stop him.

But the moment Futaba Cheng walked to the door, she said again:

"Futaba-san, you may want to reconsider joining the Kendo Club."

Futaba Cheng turned his head. He first glanced at Ninomiya Ya sitting on the sofa, then shook his head and left:

"Feel sorry."

The office door closed again, and there was a crisp collision sound.

Ninomiya's originally tense body relaxed as the door closed. She breathed out slowly, covering her chest with one hand and clenching the bamboo knife in her hand:

"Futaba Makoto, I will definitely get you."

…

The time on the phone came to after six o'clock.

Futaba Makoto purchased a batch of limited-edition and discounted ingredients in the supermarket, and he planned to store them in the refrigerator at home for a while.

When he was walking towards home with two big bags, he noticed a familiar figure under a slightly rusty street lamp, raising his head, as if observing something.

The short hair that was as flat as a knife was slightly spread out, revealing her amber eyes. At this time, the other party was very focused, and the whole person was as quiet as a statue.

"Miss Suzuki?" Futaba Makoto said.

The girl standing under the street lamp was Suzuki Kaoru. She looked away: "It turns out to be you, perverted landlord."

"If possible, please shorten it to two words."

"abnormal."

"It's the landlord."

Futaba Cheng sighed helplessly, it seemed that he couldn't get over the incident of riding on Gong Bai Yuyou last time.

At this moment, a thin white hand stretched out and helped Futaba Cheng lift a bag full of ingredients. Futaba Cheng was stunned for a moment and found Suzuki Kaoru holding his bag and slowly heading towards the house.

Go.

"Ms. Suzuki, although you are not very cute, you are quite nice." Futaba Makoto followed.

"This sentence also applies to you."

The two walked side by side on the street, each carrying a bag of ingredients, and from time to time they greeted the owner of the roadside shop.

"What were you looking at at the streetlight just now?"

"There is a small advertisement."

"It's okay, let's see what that does."

"Just take a look."

The two of them chatted without saying a word, but at this moment, Futaba Makoto had a piece of croquette in his hand, which was given by the lady who sold the croquette.

"You are very familiar with everyone." Suzuki Kaoru said.

"After all, I grew up on this street since I was a child, and I have known those uncles and aunts for a long time. We are all good people." Futaba Cheng bit into the croquette and said,

"Of course, morning classmate is more popular, and people on the next street also like her."

After hearing this, Suzuki Xun lowered his eyes and said slowly: "It's good to grow up in an atmosphere of love."

"Where is Miss Suzuki's home?"

"Tokyo."

"As expected, it's Tokyo. The rent and land there are very expensive," Futaba Cheng said with a smile. After all, the land prices here in Xiaoxiong are quite cheap.

"Well, so there are a lot of people living in Internet cafes."

"I've heard of living in an Internet cafe. I think it must be very difficult for people who work hard in Tokyo." While Futaba Cheng was sighing, he suddenly thought that if he could build a house in Tokyo to collect rent, wouldn't it be true that he could be free for the rest of his life?

worry?

By that time, he will be the landlord in Tokyo.

It's quite interesting to think about.
Chapter completed!