A young man wearing a hakama hakama kimono with black patterns sat on his knees on the light yellow tatami, his hands respectfully placed on his knees, his back as straight as a pine tree, and his face beautiful.
The young master of the eight Sheqi families in Japan, the Yuan family is a child.
The old man opposite is also wearing a kimono, with the sixteen-petal chrysanthemum family emblem embroidered with gold thread on the back. He has gray hair and a kind face. The smile on his face coexists with confidence and nobility, and the temperament of a superior person is undoubtedly revealed.
The head of the eight Sheqi families, Masamune Tachibana of the Tachibana clan.
"Zhisheng, this operation was completed very well and has been unanimously approved by everyone in the family."
The old man spoke with satisfaction in his tone.
"Just doing my duty."
The handsome but feminine young man responded very humbly, but with an unmatched determination.
It's as if he is a sword of Damocles hanging high in the sky. Whoever dares to fall from the sun into the darkness, the sword will fall down and cut him open, no matter who it is.
"After this mission, we will go back to rest and prepare for the visit of the delegation from our headquarters. The visiting group consists of three young people, all of whom are Ange's favorites. Two are A-level and one is S-level." The old man said.
"This is the first time that S-class students have appeared in the academy headquarters in recent years, and it is also the first time that a delegation of commissioners has been sent to visit Japan."
Yuan Zhisheng quickly put these two things together and found out the key reasons.
"We can't find any useful information about that S-class student so far, only a picture and a name transmitted from Chicago."
The old man pushed the photo in his hand over. A handsome young man stood on the rooftop, with a knife sheathed in both hands, and his golden eyes shone with majesty and blazing light.
"Li Yongyuan, Chinese."
"good."
From this picture, Yuan Zhisheng feels that he has a noble bloodline and is worthy of being an S-class one!
But that's all. Japan is the base camp of the eight Sheqi families. A powerful dragon cannot overwhelm a local snake, let alone a Yamata norochi that is comparable to a dragon.
"Zhisheng, we haven't chatted for a long time. What's on your mind?"
The old man saw the slight restlessness in the young man's brows, and planned to help him solve his problems as a person who had been there.
"No, it's just that I haven't seen Eriki for a long time. This time I went on a mission to bring her some gifts."
Yuan Zhisheng shook his head slowly, not intending to delve deeper into this topic.
"Go ahead."
The old man waved his hands gently, as if he were a loving father.
The young man stood up, and with his right hand wearing a silver gentian ring, he took the dark red sheathed ancient alchemy knife placed on the knife stand next to him. He turned around, stretched out his hands and opened the walnut wooden door to both sides, and the grand sunshine suddenly shone in.
A Japanese-style house.
He raised his head and let the warm light shine on his fair and jade face, but he did not notice that the figure of his father behind him subconsciously shifted to avoid this ray of golden light.
The young man stepped out with his head held high to welcome a new day. The old man lowered his eyebrows and bowed his head with a smile in his eyes.
"Howling from the roots, howling from the roots."
On the huge 70-inch LCD electronic display screen, the fighter Long, who is wearing a red headband, a Thai white short-sleeved boxing suit, and exaggerated shoulder muscles, is using the domineering Dragon Strike, beating the opponent Gu Lie.
Defeat.
Just when the young man who just came in thought that this guy's defeat was certain, Gu Lie (Gale), who had a golden broom head and a military green uniform in the game, stood still, with only a trace of blood left, and he started to fight back.
.
Taking advantage of Long's big jump, Gu Lie cleverly seized the gap and stepped forward, punching and kicking hard, hitting the strong man until stars and birds appeared above his head.
When he got up, he was greeted by Gu Lie again with a set of retreating and charging combos, first three light punches, then EX·Sonic Hand Blade, then two kicks, a heavy punch, and finally a sideways kick.
Behind the eyes.
K.O. appears in large red letters, with black ink scratches underneath.
Long, who originally still had a considerable part of his health bar, was taken away directly and fell down weakly.
The young people watching raised their eyebrows in a rare way. Gulie (Gale)'s character strength in Street Fighter 4 was at the bottom, and the gap was even more obvious when compared with the S-level Long.
However, the opponent's ability to survive a set of Rising Dragon attacks and counterattack calmly shows his superiority, and the final side kick is a reflection of extreme hand speed and delicate operation.
The girl who was controlling the game controller had long burgundy hair and skin as fair as jade. She was half-kneeling on the cashmere carpet in a cute duck-sitting posture. She looked particularly well-behaved in a red and white witch costume.
At this time, her pretty and delicate face showed a frustrated expression, and even the gods couldn't help but feel compassion when they saw it.
Yuan Zhisheng walked forward quickly, wanting to offer some words of comfort. He had never seen his sister show such an expression before, perhaps because he had experienced a long-lost defeat in Street Fighter.
"Are you Japanese? I like beating Japanese people the most."
After exiting the game interface, the opponents in the chat channel sent messages. They had added friends at some point.
Yuan Zhisheng's footsteps couldn't help but stop, and he stared at the message displayed on the LCD screen carefully. When did Eri Yi add friends other than herself? The suspicious eyes of an old father suddenly appeared on this young man in his twenties.
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"Does Mr. Feng hate Japanese people?"
The cute and pretty little girl is typing and sending messages. Her ID in the game is called Eriyi's PSN. Perhaps she has developed her naturally sharp intuition by being alone for a long time.
"It's okay, but when I think about coming to Japan soon, I can't help but regard them as imaginary enemies. My senior brother analyzed that this is a nation that is very good at disguising. When the time comes, I will definitely tear off their masks and fight hard.
Teach them how to behave."
The avatar is obviously a cute Paddington Bear with a red hood, but the name is extremely domineering, Fengshen. The painting style doesn’t match, hey!
Yuan's narrow eyes suddenly narrowed in a dangerous arc. This guy's area of attack is quite wide. If he really dares to come to Japan, he will be driven into a concrete pillar to fill the Tokyo Sea. If it doesn't work, he will be cut into sashimi.
"Eriyi, what's wrong?"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Seeing his sister noticing him, Yuan Zhisheng immediately restrained his thoughts and showed a kind brother smile. Who knows how many ways he had thought about the fallen half-blood in that moment?
kind of torture.
"I'm not happy if I lose the game."
Eriyi picked up the ink pen and wrote on a small notebook, then raised it up and drew a depressed face.
"It's up to my brother."
Yuan Zhisheng was instantly full of fighting spirit. He put down the ancient alchemy sword in his hand, rolled up the sleeves of his kimono, took the game controller, and challenged the opponent to fight again.
"Round 1, fight!"
The first round officially started. This time, Fengshen chose Takashi first, and Minamoto used Ken, an A-level fighter, who is also Takashi's junior brother in the background of the game. His skills include Flame Shoryuken, Wave Fist, and Passive Red Lotus Fighting.
Wang waits for dazzling moves.
The two lightly punched each other, and after a trial exchange, a quarter of each other's blood was rubbed off.
"He's a master."
Yuan Zhisheng quickly put away his contemptuous attitude. The strength of this guy who was hostile to the Japanese should not be underestimated. He hit fast and hard, punched cleanly, and had a cunning mentality. He immediately retreated after missing a hit.
"Arugen!"
Long launched his Wave Fist, and the powerful blue light kept going straight towards Ken. Ken, who was blond and in red, took half a step back to defend himself.
Just when Yuan Zhisheng finished his defense and was about to counterattack, Ryuu came forward again with his tornado leg, and then stepped forward to receive a heavy hand throw. Ken's figure hit the floor hard and bounced up again, causing his health to drop sharply.
"not good."
A hint of crisis flashed through Yuan Zhisheng's heart, and he stood up to block and defend. With a burst of air, he used the super special attack skills Shenwu Destroy, EX·Shenglong Fist, EX·Tornado Kick, EX·Vacuum Wave Fist, etc.
The moves were used one after another, and the last trace of Ken's blood was slowly worn away.
"Too careless."
Gen Zhisheng sighed softly and smiled awkwardly at Eriki, who was watching the battle attentively.
However, the guy on the opposite side should be able to get a glimpse of his tyrannical strength. Just now, he was almost able to defeat him directly with his special move, Flame Shoryuken.
"Why is there no progress at all~"
The other party didn't realize at all that there was a new player in this match, and there was a sense of sadness and loneliness in his faint tone, like a lonely "swordsman" seeking defeat.
A small white hand grabbed the game controller under Yuan Zhisheng's dull eyes, and typed quickly with the virtual keyboard on the screen.
"My brother played it for me just now. I'm sorry that I only told Mr. Feng now."
Eriyi is very skilled at typing, and a message was sent out quickly.
Yuan Zhisheng only felt uncomfortable in his heart. His sister's first reaction was not to comfort her defeated brother, but to explain to him anxiously.
Besides, what does this sentence mean? Do you think my brother’s skills are embarrassing to you?
"Ah hahaha, it's okay. I hit another Japanese. Do you have any brothers? Call them together and let them each have one hand."
The brown bear soon showed a laughing expression, and it looked like it deserved a beating.
Yuan Zhisheng wished he could pull out the spider cutter right now and slash through the screen. His arrogant and mean tone made it clear that he was a loser who had been addicted to fried chicken and fat house water for a long time.
"Fingel, have you finished sending the message? Has the other party continued to accept the invitation?"
Li Yongyuan, who was wearing brown and yellow striped elk pajamas, was half lying beside the bed, holding a Japanese comic in his hand and reading it casually. The name is "ONE PIECE". I heard that it is sold all over the world, but the progress is a bit slow. I guess it is...
A lifetime.
"Come on, come on, the other side has started to get angry. He should agree to a fight soon."
Tokyo is fifteen hours ahead of Chicago. When it is still morning there, it is already dusk at Cassel College. For people with extraordinary talents like Li Yongyuan, of course they spend their evenings in the dormitory playing games.
The Japanese girl I met today was quite resistant to beatings. She played several games online without running away, and she added friends by the way. Later, because he felt that typing with a controller was too slow, he was too lazy to send messages, so Fingel volunteered to "imitate" her.
His tone began to communicate with the other person, full of ridicule.
"ばかやろう! (bastard guy)"
The gentle young man cursed in a low voice for the first time in front of his sister.
The other party began to ridicule non-stop, starting from the fact that Japanese soldiers claimed to believe in the spirit of Bushido, but few dared to commit seppuku after their defeat in World War II. The last sentence, "You are not Kameda, are you?" made him full of anger.
value.
"Eriyi, send a message to invite him to come again."
Yuan Zhisheng restrained his angry expression and forced a smile to face his sister.
The cute girl in a miko costume nodded obediently and invited the battle.
"Junior Brother Li, the other side accepts the challenge."
Fingel, who was sitting in front of the game console screen below, stretched out his head with a happy smile on his face. He was so happy that the other party wanted to hit me but couldn't.