Chapter 25 Develop in the direction of the traitor!
Fuyumi Fukuzawa had protective gear in the kendo club and went to pick it up directly, while Hideji Kitahara borrowed the set that the kendo teacher brought for demonstration and changed it directly on the sidelines. But he didn't pay attention to the class at all just now, and he was a little annoyed when he saw the turban.
Feeling worried, he could only turn around and call out softly: "Alu, help me put on my protective gear."
"Yes!" Ritsu Shikishima immediately stepped forward and began to help him tie the knots and fold the headscarf. He had a small style, which made Hideji Kitahara, who was sitting still, even more like a general.
Shikishima Ritsu's hands were very dexterous. He quickly folded the scarf into a hat shape and put it on Kitahara Shuji's head. He complained in a low voice: "Why did you agree to her, Kitahara-kun? It's too rash."
Kitahara Shuji smiled and replied softly: "Sooner or later, you can't hide it... By the way, why do you want to cover your head? Are you afraid of sweating?"
Ritsu Shikishima saw that he still had time to ask this, and became even more anxious - even though Kitahara Shuji was more than 30 centimeters taller than Fukuzawa Fuyumi, he didn't think Kitahara Shuji could beat Fukuzawa Fuyumi, and now he's not the type in the club.
In a secluded place, winning or losing has less impact.
Now in front of nearly a hundred people, if you lose, you will definitely lose face and be hit hard, right? Tomorrow, the whole department will hear that a boy in Kitahara was beaten by a little girl until he knelt down like a dead dog? It is extremely sad to think about it!
He was anxious and responded casually: "The main purpose is to reduce the shock to the head when the visor is hit. Of course, it also prevents the visor from wearing out the hair, and it also has some effect of absorbing sweat... Well, Kitahara-kun, otherwise it's me.
let's go?"
Kitahara Xiuji looked at him and asked with a smile: "Can you win?"
Ritsu Shikishima lowered his head, he couldn't win. Fukuzawa Fuyumi is indeed very strong among high school students. He practiced in the club as a boy against a girl and was beaten until he was unable to fight back. In fact, he admired her very much.
That’s why in the locker room, I thought about helping Kitahara Shuji and Fukuzawa Fuyumi resolve their conflicts - if you can’t fight, it’s better to live in peace!
This is his idea.
Kitahara Shuji patted his shoulder and said with a smile: "So it's up to me, after all, it's my business... If Fukuzawa provokes me, then I have an obligation to let her know that there are mountains outside the mountains, and there are people outside the people, so as not to
She looked up at the sky all day long and broke her neck every day, which can be regarded as saving her life."
He said it funny, Shikishima Ritsu almost laughed out loud, but worry soon took over again, and he was thinking about how to make Kitahara Shuji less embarrassed later, but at this time, Uchida Yuma touched him and excitedly
Said: "Okay, I made an appointment with a few acquaintances, and we will sign up to be referees together later. No matter who is selected, he will blow the shorty's black whistle and make her lose!"
Kitahara Hideji looked at him and said helplessly: "No need, there are more than 80 people here, there are always some smart ones, that would be even more embarrassing."
Even if Fuyumi Fukuzawa is always looking for trouble for no reason, at least she is challenging her openly and in a fair one-on-one contest, and you are actually more despicable, right? Your appearance is really not in vain. You will definitely develop in the direction of a traitor in the future.
have a future!
"Losing is losing, winning is winning, why do you care so much!" Uchida Yuuma still insisted, Yinren's determination was very firm, and Fukuzawa Fuyumi had already changed into protective gear and came out.
She walked to the sidelines, knelt down and bit down on a corner of her turban, covering her face directly. Then she tied the other triangle behind her head and ears slowly and forcefully with her small hands, and finally pulled the corner she was biting into her mouth back towards her head.
Said, revealing a serious and proud little face, the crescent moon eyes were shining brightly, the mouth was pressed tightly into a line, two shallow pear dimples were revealed on the face, and he said softly but firmly: "I
Ready."
Hideji Kitahara put on the gauntlet, which was the same as a glove, and held the bamboo sword for a while to get used to it. He found that the design was quite good and did not affect the control of the sword. He also shouted softly: "I'm ready too."
The two people's eyes met across the field, both like a hunter seeing his prey - I will make you little carrot head (little pretty face) pay the price today!
The kendo teacher had already taken the referee flag. He was fair and picked a referee from ABC Class 3 and Class 1, which made Uchida Yuma's black whistle plan aborted in half. However, Uchida Yuma almost grabbed a pair of flags with his hands.
, finally I still have the capital of Kurofuzawa Fuyumi.
Kendo competitions require three referees. The three parties are divided into three parties to observe the confrontation between the players from three angles. Each person holds a white flag in one hand and a red flag in one hand. As long as two red flags are raised, it means that the red side will get the score, and vice versa.
That is to say, if two judges agree that one party has carried out an effective attack, the gas sword is consistent and has a residual heart, then it will be counted as one point, and the first one to score two points wins.
Hideji Kitahara had a red cloth belt tied on his back, and Fuyumi Fukuzawa had a white cloth belt tied on her back. Then they both put on their helmets and entered the starting line.
The students who were watching the battle also became interested. At any rate, it was much more interesting than boring sword swings, especially since they could watch Kitahara Shuji in the open. This made many girls very happy. There was even a saying in the girl group, "Kitahara-kun, come on!"
, causing a snicker.
Fuyumi Fukuzawa was a little unhappy that the audience couldn't keep silent. She tilted her head in annoyance and was even more unhappy that someone dared to cheer for Kitahara Shuji. However, there were too many people and she couldn't bear the grudge, so she had to forget it.
Kitahara Shuji looked at the short Fuyumi Fukuzawa through the gap in her visor, and saw that her kendo uniform fit her well this time, and she still looked petite and exquisite even if she was wearing protective gear, and there was a black strip of cloth hanging from her waist.
The word "Daifuku" is written horizontally and "福泽" is written vertically in white letters, which is probably a nameplate for future competitions. At the same time, this time the big hakama is no longer a floor-length dress, revealing two white little feet.
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"Congratulations!"
"Prepare"
The temporary referee is a student who thinks he has some knowledge of kendo. He gives instructions strictly. The kendo teacher explains some basic knowledge of the game to the students outside the court and prepares to guide them later on how to watch and appreciate the kendo competition.
"Um...excuse me, Mr. Kanbaru, ah, great, Mr. Kanbaru, can you come first?" The competition was about to start, but the door of the kendo hall was opened, and a school staff member stuck his head to greet the kendo.
Teacher, the swordsmanship teacher hesitated for a moment and said with a smile: "I'm sorry, please wait for me."
After saying that, he followed the staff member out of the sword dojo. Probably the school wanted to see him for something.
Kitahara Shuji squatted with his sword and looked at Fukuzawa Fuyumi across from him. Breathing the slightly metallic and leather-scented air in his visor, he felt a little strange - this was his first time dueling with a real person, but he didn't feel nervous at all, unlike before.
Fukuzawa Fuyumi's roaring and thrusting like a little tiger once gave him a great shock, but now he couldn't feel any pressure when facing a real person.
It even feels like...the other party is not as strong as expected, but a bit weak!
Fukuzawa Fuyumi also maintained a prepared posture and looked at Kitahara Shuji. Looking at the bulging bags on his body, it was like seeing the 2.5 million yen she had lost being hidden in Kitahara Shuci's arms. She couldn't help but said: "Pretty boy"
, you make me very angry. Do you know why I am angry? Because of you, I have stomachache every night. Do you know how uncomfortable it is? But I am not an unreasonable person. You just let me know.
After you get out of this bad mood, I'll save some face for you and just let this matter go, how about that?"
Kitahara Shuji flatly refused: "No!"
Who hasn't lost his temper yet, you're the only one, why should I spoil you? If you have a stomachache and go to the doctor, why should you use me as a stomach medicine?
Fuyumi Fukuzawa's face turned even more ugly, "You will regret it, prepare to be embarrassed!"
"Come if you have the ability!" Kitahara Shuji refused to give in.
The two people had not yet exchanged swords, but they had already begun to exchange words. The two temporary referees except Yuuma Uchida were stunned - this didn't look like a practice match, and it didn't look like club members. There must be a grudge between the two sides.
?
The kendo teacher was gone forever, and Hideji Kitahara dared to talk back, which made Fuyumi Fukuzawa even more impatient - I'll beat you a few times and then let you go, but you insist on asking for trouble, and you don't know what's good or bad!
She ordered flatly: "Let the game begin!"
Yuma Uchida sneered: "Just start when you say you're going to start, dreaming, just squat down!"
Kitahara Shuji didn't look sideways and said calmly: "Uchida, let's start the game!"
"Ah? Okay!" Although Uchida Yuuma has many problems, is cowardly and lustful, he is still kind to his friends. Seeing that Kitahara Hideka didn't think much about it at first, he shouted: "Start!"
It didn't take 0.15 seconds for Fuyumi Fukuzawa to stand up and slide forward. She showed her instant reaction ability vividly and roared: "Young face, die! Face!"
The bamboo sword struck Kitahara Hideji's head straight, a standard Tang bamboo.