As Kitahara Shuji closed the door, Ono Yoko breathed a long sigh of relief. She erased the three numbers 110 on the screen of her mobile phone. After checking that the battery of her mobile phone was low, she quickly put her mobile phone on standby. Then she stepped forward cautiously.
After a few steps, he picked up the lunch box.
The bento was warmed, and the aroma wafted out as soon as she opened it, which immediately made her mouth water and her saliva almost flowed out. She was indeed hungry.
She thought for a while, but did not dare to eat. She forced herself to cover the lunch box again, put it in her schoolbag, hid the schoolbag in a corner, and ran quickly downstairs.
She stepped out of the apartment building and immediately ducked into the shadows, carefully observing her surroundings. Fortunately, it was a remote place and there were almost no pedestrians on the road, which made her feel slightly relieved.
She walked carefully along the street along the drainage ditch, calling softly: "Hakujiro, Baijiro..."
"Meow!" Her voice startled a wild cat, and a shrill meow startled her. Then the cat jumped off the wall, looked at her proudly, and walked away leisurely on cat steps.
Ono Yoko patted her chest and looked around again, "Hyakujiro, where are you?"
"Woof! Woof!" Following the soft barking, a little puppy emerged from the drainage ditch, wagging its tail and rushed to Ono Yoko's feet, very happy.
Ono Yoko hugged it and shouted happily: "Hyakujiro, so you are here!"
Hyakujiro licked her hand, moved his head into her arms, and then raised his head to lick her face.
Ono Yoko pushed the dog's head and said with a smile: "No, it stinks."
She had a fuss with the puppy for a while, and immediately realized that it was not safe here. She quickly looked around cautiously, then hugged the puppy and sneaked into the shadows, quickly ran towards the apartment building, and soon escaped back to the door of her house.
She put the puppy on the ground, put her finger to her mouth and said in a low voice, "Don't bark, Hyakujiro."
The puppy was very obedient, so he sat there wagging his tail, panting quietly and not making a sound.
Ono Yoko dragged her school bag and took out the lunch box, and when Hyakujiro smelled the fragrance, his dog eyes suddenly lit up and his tail waggled even more happily, but he still didn't bark, he just waited there.
Ono Yoko put the lid of the lunch box in front of it and whispered sheepishly: "Hyakujiro, it should not be poisonous, it may be drug at most... It would be terrible if I was drugged. If you...
I will protect you if you are stunned, so please give it a try first. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Onisan seems to be a good person, so he should be fine. I will find a way to get you something delicious to compensate you tomorrow."
Hyakujiro didn't understand. He stuck out his tongue and tilted his head. His pair of dog eyes were glowing green in the dark, as if he was looking forward to it.
"You're hungry too!" Ono Yoko said, tearing up a piece of chicken and taking some rice and vegetables and putting them on the lunch box. Hyakujiro lowered his head and smelled it, his tail wagging like a propeller, "Whoops."
His voice was even more urgent, and he quickly looked up at Ono Yoko, waiting for her order.
Ono Yoko happily touched the dog's head and said with a smile: "Eat it quickly!"
Hyakujiro immediately lowered his head and started to wolf down the food, and the sound of the dog's mouth "chirp, chirp, chirp" made Ono Yoko even hungrier. Hyakujiro quickly swept away the food, and even licked the lid of the lunch box until it was shiny. Ono
Yoko hesitated for a moment, then added some more to it, "Let's take half of it each! Eat slowly, I haven't eaten either, there's no more."
Hyakujiro is a puppy, probably only two or three months old. After eating half of the bento, he licked the oil from the corner of his mouth and was satisfied. He rubbed himself at Ono Yoko's feet to show his courtesy, and Ono Yoko picked him up.
, gently caressing its back, and tickling its belly from time to time, making it hum comfortably.
"Hakujiro, how are you doing on the street? Don't run around on the street, be careful of cars, and don't fight with other dogs. When you encounter a dog-catching team, do as I taught you, and drain the water quickly.
You can crawl into ditches and sewers, do you understand?" Yoko Ono combed the dog's hair and spoke to it in a low voice, "It will be about ten years before I can have my own home, Hyakujiro. You will be old by then, right? But
You must persist until then, this is our agreement!"
"Ouch..." Hyakujiro raised his head and glanced at Ono Yoko. He didn't know whether he understood or not, but the dog responded in a low voice.
Ono Yoko played with Hyakujiro for a while. Seeing that Hyakujiro was still very energetic, she put it on the ground, took out the lunch box, separated the chopsticks, put her hands together, and said happily: "I'm starting!"
Hyakujiro sat at her feet, sticking out his tongue and looking at her. Ono Yoko taught him while eating, "If mom comes back later and I say run, you just run against the wall. Don't make a sound. I understand."
?"
Hyakujiro didn't answer this time and just stared at her lunch. Ono Yoko said distressedly: "We agreed to give half to each person, but I'm hungry too! Okay, I'll give you a little at the end."
She took out some rice and put it on the ground. Baijiro immediately rolled his tongue into his mouth, and the dog's eyes were full of joy.
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After Kitahara Hideji had eaten, he carefully re-covered the disposable lunch box and put it in the trash bag in the bathroom. Then he looked at the mold on the floor and scratched his head - he spent two hours cleaning the mold when he first came here.
, the result is now there again.
RB has an oceanic climate with extremely high humidity, and the apartment is old. As a result, when spring came, mold appeared everywhere, which made it unbearable for him. He is from northern China, where hairy things are rare and everything is dry.
It feels dry and refreshing, and he is very self-disciplined and likes things to be neat and clean. Now there is nothing that can be done about these molds to make him feel extremely uncomfortable.
He took a brush and brushed a few conspicuous places, but it was of little use. He sighed and dropped the brush and went back outside. He picked up his phone and opened the schedule, thinking about whether to allocate more time to cleaning.
He thought about it for a while, and then decided to allocate two more hours to remove the mold on the weekend. Then he readjusted his schedule and allocated all his free time during the week to sword practice.
The vitality value was almost full, and he touched the vibrating rod again and started practicing vibrating. As the skill level of [Ancient Style Swordsmanship] increased, his understanding of swordsmanship seemed to become clearer.
The so-called "Su Zhen" exercise is to raise the sword about 45 degrees behind the head, and slash downward while sending the foot forward. At a certain point, the force is withdrawn and retreated. As for this point, the position is different depending on the school.
Some schools cut to the chest and abdomen, and some schools cut to the bottom without mercy.
There are many purposes for doing this training, such as getting used to holding the sword correctly, improving arm strength, practicing force generation, and exercising endurance, but the most important thing is mastery - it is impossible to guarantee that every sword will hit someone, if there is no such force.
The point is, if you are not used to retracting your sword when it strikes the air, then you will not be able to parry when the opponent counterattacks, so you will just end it.
This can be regarded as the basic skill of RB swordsmanship. It should be done continuously from beginning to end.
It was relatively stuffy in the small room, and soon Kitahara Shuji was sweating profusely again, and his muscles had not rested before, and now they were filled with lactic acid again, and the soreness was unbearable, but he still waved the sword steadily - so
With good conditions, if you don’t work hard, you’ll be a fool!
As the saying goes, you have to eat as much as you sweat. If you want to succeed, you have to sweat first! If you don’t have a father to fight for, are you waiting for pie to fall from the sky?
After an unknown amount of time, the ring finger and little finger of the left hand responsible for controlling the sword lost their strength, and the vibrator came out. Kitahara Shuji glanced at the experience value in the lower left corner and found that [Ancient Style Swordsmanship] was still at LV5.
There's nothing we can do about it. Originally, the skills in the game were very easy in the early stage, but once players enjoy the benefits of the skills, they become a scam. Either you need money, or you need krypton, and upgrading is more difficult. This is considered a scam by the game production company.
One of the money tricks.
[Japanese] Skill: He read the fifty-syllable diagram and mixed experience to get to LV5. Then he relied on daily conversations to accumulate experience. He is currently at level 7. As for swordsmanship, he planned to improve it quickly, so he had to work harder.
Breathing heavily, he sat down to rest, touched the "Little Art of War" books, and prepared to take a closer look. At this time, he heard a loud noise coming from outside, followed by a burst of curses.