Today, in the Kendo Club of Haiwang Middle School, you can still see the youthful vigor of young members waving bamboo swords in their hands.
At this moment, there was a scream outside the door, which caused the members who were practicing inside to stop their movements. When they looked back, they saw a handsome man surrounded by the girls.
He is a star student in high school-Zhang Zichu.
"It's Senior Zichu...!" At this time, the vice minister of the Swordsmanship Department saw the senior who had taught him come here, and quickly took off his headgear and ran up.
"Senior, why are you here?" The boy smiled in surprise.
After Zhang Zichu walked out of the girls' pile with difficulty, he smiled at the impressive junior in front of him, "I haven't been here for a long time, so I want to come and see, how is the club recently?"
"Everything is fine, and all of our teammates are ready to develop towards the national goal." Speaking of the club, the teenager looked hopeful and yearning.
"Well, then you have to work hard." As he said, Zhang Zichu looked up and looked around. All the girls who were in contact with his sight could not help blushing and shy.
"Senior, are you looking for someone?" The boy seemed to see Zhang Zichu's purpose.
"... It's nothing, then I'll go first."
Without seeing the girl's figure, Zhang Zichu couldn't help showing a look of disappointment, so after saying goodbye to the younger generation, he turned and left in the admiring gaze behind him.
"Zi Chu, how about it, is there that school girl?"
At this moment, the few people waiting outside saw Zhang Zichu coming out, so they asked.
Zhang Zichu shook his head in disappointment, "...I guess it's not from the Kendo Department." He subconsciously shook the book "The World's 100 Most Beautiful Charming Ancient Cities in the World" bought yesterday in his handshake, feeling a little bit disappointed.
"That's weird. A few of us also went to the middle school for a few laps, and we didn't see the school girl. Isn't she a student of our school?" Someone was puzzled.
"How could it be!" Someone else didn't think so. "She is obviously wearing the uniform of our Haiwang Middle School, Huh! She shouldn't be..." He suddenly thought of something and was immediately taken aback.
"What is it? How did you talk half and half." One of them was anxious.
"I just guessed it," the person looked back at Zhang Zichu with a complicated expression, "could she be a student in the rumored Ace class?"
Zhang Zichu was startled when he heard this.
"No, it's such a coincidence."
You look at me with those few people, let me see what you don't believe in. As for Dongfang Han's mysterious identity, it is indeed an incredible thing.
"what's happenin?"
At this time, Si Kongnan, who was walking in the opposite corridor, stopped suddenly, and the boy named Zhang Han who was following him also stopped. He looked in the direction of Sikongnan and saw a familiar figure: "It's Zhang Zichu, what is he doing in the middle school?"
"I don't know, but I just seemed to hear someone call our class's name." Si Kongnan, who has always been very hearing-impressive, just heard the word "Ace" coming from there.
"Don't think too much, let's go to the principal's office! It won't be troublesome if there are too many people for a while." Zhang Han, who hated trouble, turned around and left.
At the same time, in a private hospital, Zhuo Lin was fed by Dongfang Han's blunt action, and after a difficult mouthful, he finally became unbearable and freaked out, "I said, will you take care of people? Have you? Do you feed someone else with a dead face like this?!"
"Who said I didn't need my care before." Dongfang Han said without changing his face.
Zhuolin was at a loss for words, he turned his head and said in a low voice, "I'm full."
Really difficult guy...
As soon as Dongfang Han put down the bowl of soup in his hand, an unidentified emotional voice came from his side, "Newcomer, why do you want to hide your strength before entering the school."
After witnessing Dongfanghan's unusual power, although he was very unwilling, Zhuo Lin had to change his previous view of this newcomer.
"Dongfang Han."
He was taken aback, turned his head and saw that Dongfang Han was staring at him with a pair of black eyes with no emotions, "Squad leader, my name is Dongfang Han, please correct me."
"Hey, arrogant guy!" Zhuo Lin snorted disdainfully.
"I never wanted to hide my strength," he was taken aback, Dongfang Han looked at him and continued, "It's just that there is no suitable occasion for me to play."
She spoke stubbornly, the kind of calmness and composure that didn't fit her age, if it weren't for a face, Zhuo Lin really thought that this person and that principal Lu were relatives.
But... he suddenly thought of something. After holding back for a while, he struggled to squeeze out a few words from his mouth, "...Thank you."
Dongfang Han was taken aback, looking at this awkward young man who had turned his back and his ears were red, a very shallow, shallow, almost imperceptible smile appeared in his eyes. It seemed that she had misunderstood Xia Rongrong before—actually. A squad leader is a pretty good person.