"Come on, senior, I've packed everything up."

In the rental house, Kojima Shoko wiped the sweat from her forehead, then hugged Futaba Makoto's arm and nuzzled her like a kitten, "Thank you for your hard work."

"What's my trouble..." Futaba Cheng looked away from the room and suddenly asked curiously, "Xiaojima, where is your mother?"

Hearing what Futaba Makoto said, Kojima Shoko's expression suddenly became lonely. After Futaba Makoto realized that he had asked something he shouldn't have asked, he chose to change the subject: "What do you want to eat tonight?"

Perhaps it was because Futaba Makoto's ability to change the subject was too blunt, which caused Shoko Kojima to burst into laughter.

Then he reached out and patted Futaba Makoto's back.

There was a snapping sound and it hurt a little.

"Senior, I like you more and more." Shoko Kojima looked up and smiled very frankly.

"I have a girlfriend." Futaba Cheng replied.

"I know, that perverted girl." Shoko Kojima looked unconcerned at this moment, "Anyway, I have a chance before you get married, no..."

The girl glanced at Futaba Makoto with an ambiguous look, "You can get divorced even after getting married."

Shoko Kojima looks petite and cute, much like Saito Totori in a certain girl group. As long as a normal man is said to her like this, he will always feel itchy.

but……

Futaba Cheng suddenly laughed bitterly, was he going too far?

Although it was something Gong Baiyuyou strongly supported, he was still slightly condemned in his heart.

"By the way, let's eat hamburger tonight." Futaba Cheng smiled.

"Senior~~~you changed the subject again."

"..."

night.

Futaba Makoto came to the yard, wearing thin long sleeves and holding a samurai sword.

The sword in his hand was not a bamboo sword, but a real open-edge samurai sword. It was completely black and about one meter long. It exuded a sharp edge under the moonlight.

"Phew." Futaba Cheng concentrated on grasping the handle of the knife and chopped it off with all his strength.

once.

twice.

…

Simple basic training is an indispensable basic skill in kendo. After what happened this afternoon, Futaba Cheng realized that he should train hard.

If you mess with a woman like that, who knows what kind of trouble you will get into next time.

That extremely powerful bodyguard was the strongest opponent Futaba Makoto had ever encountered. If he hadn't been taking drugs, he would have really fallen there.

"You can't always rely on the system." Futaba Makoto's dark eyes were extremely determined, and he waved his katana again and again.

Unconsciously, sweat had soaked into the back of his long sleeves, but in such a cold night, Futaba Makoto's exercise speed did not slow down.

After Suzhen ended, Futaba Makoto started training in the Double Sword Style. The two-tier class taught by his grandfather required very high physical fitness. This is why Futaba Makoto gave up kendo. Without systematic physical bonuses, he would probably still be the same person.

A sick man who vomits blood after running a few laps.

But now, he can devote himself wholeheartedly to the art of swordsmanship.

"Only those who are strong enough can have the capital to fish." Shuangye Cheng also gradually understood this truth.

[Special·Two days of first-class proficiency improvement]

[Currently: lv.2]

Suddenly, Futaba Cheng put down his hand. He was stunned for a moment, then he picked up his sword and started slashing with it as if he had some realization.

The sound of cutting through the air continued to sound, and occasionally there was a metallic buzzing. After several knife lights in the night, Futaba Cheng looked at a dead leaf that was falling in front of him...

After it landed, Futaba Cheng slowly put the two swords back into the scabbard, and then lightly swept them on the ground with his feet - the dead leaves were blown by the wind, and the original intact appearance suddenly broke into pieces in the next second.

Two pieces, four pieces...and finally turned into powder and dissipated.

Futaba Cheng thought for a long time after seeing this.

"Did I realize it myself, or did the system help me upgrade?"

Futaba Makoto pulled out a katana, and the black blade gave off a cold glow, as if telling him the answer.

Go ahead.

Futaba Cheng rubbed his sore arms and continued to slash.

In the wooden corridor in the distance, a short-haired girl was sitting in the corner holding a cat, quietly watching him practice his sword.

She has been there since the beginning of sword practice.

"Meow." The fat cat in his arms seemed a little unable to sit still. After all, it was a bit cold in the corridor outside the house, which made the cat, who always likes warmth, want to go back inside.

The short-haired girl noticed this and loosened her hand slightly.

Perhaps knowing that it would be better for him to accompany the girl here, the fat cat licked its nose, crawled into her arms and never left.

The girl was stroking the cat, but her amber eyes never left Futaba Cheng in the distance for a moment.

"Dong dong." But there seemed to be noisy sounds coming from upstairs, and the short-haired girl couldn't help but raise her head and take a look.

…

"What are you doing?"

"Skin."

At the door of Futaba Makoto's room, Shoko Kojima was standing there wearing loose pajamas and holding a pillow. Beside her, 'Pikachu' was also holding a small pillow.

The two women looked at each other.

"..." Kojima Shoko seemed a little unhappy, thinking with her buttocks, she knew what Gong Shiro Yuyou wanted to do.

At this time, 'Pikachu' just held the pillow between his hands and looked straight at her.

"What are you doing? I came here to sacrifice myself for my senior." Shoko Kojima said.

'Pikachu' stood there and bounced, ears raised high, "Pikachu."

"I don't understand what you mean." Shoko Kojima said, suddenly as if he had discovered something, he stretched out his hand and pointed, "Ah, there is a strawberry cake on the first floor!"

"Skin?!"

'Pikachu' appeared at the fence instantly, then stood on tiptoes and looked down.

The plastic eyes are full of question marks, where are they?

"Idiot." Kojima Shoko laughed evilly, then opened the door fiercely, rushed in, and locked it directly with his backhand.

Hum, fight with me.

Senior is mine.

Kojima Shoko turned around, only to find that there was no sign of Futaba Makoto in the room. On the balcony not far away, a brown-haired girl opened the balcony door and walked in, wiping her wet hair with a bath towel.

After seeing Kojima Shoko, Nana was stunned for a moment, and then asked curiously, "Kojima-san, are you looking for Cheng? He hasn't come back yet."

"Morning senior, why are you in senior's room?" Shoko Kojima pointed, and she was still taking a shower here.

"Of course I'll wash up and wait for Cheng to come back..." Nana's face suddenly turned red in the morning, and then she looked away, "Come back and play games."

"game?"

Just before Shoko Kojima came to her senses, the door behind her was suddenly kicked open, and 'Pikachu' staggered in, then directly threw Shoko Kojima to the ground.

[(?°?д°?)Where is the cake?!]

"Is this the point? Get up quickly, my breasts will be crushed by you!"

"Skin!"

…

Downstairs, a short-haired girl listened to the noisy noise upstairs and slowly took a sip of tea.
Chapter completed!