Fujii stopped swinging his sword, glanced at Kazuma: "Can you see it?"
"Yes. Your left hand is a bit weak." Hema said nonsense.
Fujii sighed: "When preparing lunch for myself in the morning, I accidentally knocked over the rice cooker at home. I wanted to remedy it temporarily, but I pulled it too hard, spilled the rice, and burned myself. You Look, it's still hot here."
Fujii showed Kazuma the large burnt red spot on her right hand.
And the horse reached out and poked it.
"Don't touch it, it hurts!" Fujii thumped Kazuma.
"You are too careless, have you been to the health room?"
"A little injury!"
"Don't be a little injured. If you don't deal with it properly in the afternoon practice, it might get worse. Moreover, the official selection of the county meeting is about to be decided. If you don't perform well in the afternoon practice, you may not be able to play."
"You should worry about yourself first, Shi! Fan! Dai!" The last three words of Fujii were especially protracted.
He Ma curled his lips. He didn't pay much attention to club activities before. After all, school just started, and Zheng's club training started almost this week. Last week, everyone didn't get into the mood.
And to be honest, after all the time travel, he must be thinking about how to use the advantages of time travelers to get to the pinnacle of life quickly and cheaply. Hema doesn't like such things as the national championship of high school kendo.
In addition, his plug-in hadn't been activated before, and he might not be able to fight the way of kendo, so he might as well think about how to use his advanced knowledge of the times.
Therefore, I basically didn't care about activities with Malay associations.
It can't be said that he didn't care at all, when he saw a girl like Fujii, he still cared.
Mikako Fujii, a pure and beautiful girl unique to this era, has the traditional round face of Japanese girls and a sweet smile full of sugar.
Usually look at the side, you can get a good mood.
But now the beautiful girl looked at Kazuma with provocative eyes, with a mischievous smile on her face, and drew a long tone again: "Shi~fan~dai~"
He Ma was dumbfounded, and joked: "It seems that someone is in trouble."
"Hey, it seems that someone has forgotten that he lost more than he won in the battle with me."
Hema was not surprised, just now he saw that Fujii's kendo was level 4 without school, while the original owner of Hema's own school had only practiced to level 3, and the new 6 of the new style was brought by Hema.
Whether there is a school or not just determines the way of fighting. The way of swordsmanship actually depends on the basic skills.
For a master with solid basic skills, the accuracy of that distance alone can make the weak drink a pot.
Therefore, it is reasonable for No Genre 4 to kill Li Xinliu 3.
But it's different now.
Kazuma looked at Fujii, although she was joking, but defeating her now might give him some small benefits.
Fujii had a smirk on his face: "I'm hurting my left hand now, maybe this is a good chance for you to beat me, Kiryu-kun."
He Ma: "You are right."
"Huh, do you really want to compare? You can do whatever you want when a girl is hurt, I never thought that Kiryu-kun is such a person." Fujii pretended to be contemptuous, but immediately couldn't help laughing, and ran away He took the protective gear and went, "Come on, the time is just enough, let's compete."
Kazuma couldn't help but wonder if the real master of the mother is having an affair with Fujii, I'm so envious, so I will take the offer unceremoniously.
However, Fujii's address is still Kiryu-kun. Japan is actually very particular about addressing. From the address, it can be judged that the previous Kiryu and Ma and this lady were at most not satisfied with lovers above AUO.
While thinking about it, He Ma put on his helmet—because the new members of the club who can be used at will have not yet been recruited, and the protective gear is still for personal cleaning. He Ma has been fishing these days and has not been cleaned at all. A strong smell of sweat.
When the club recruits new members, a third-year student like He Ma can throw cleaning of the protective gear to the new club members.
Sports clubs in Japanese schools are just that scary.
Fujii: "There is not enough time to wear full armor, so let's fight like this."
Kazuma took a look at her and found that she was wearing a helmet and gloves, and no body protection at all.
"I have no objection." Kazuma shrugged and put on his gloves, and then the two returned to the center of the Kendo gym.
Fujii immediately put on a posture.
Kazuma glanced at her suspiciously, but he bowed and saluted first according to the procedure—this is a habit developed by practicing Xindangliu, and Master Hasegawa would be very angry if he did not salute.
Fujii laughed: "When did you become so obedient? Didn't you always say impassionedly that this is an old bad habit and should be broken?"
And the horse was shocked, what else? The orthodoxy is quite progressive.
He didn't bother to explain, the explanation was not clear, so he put on a posture directly.
"Fujii, should we bet something?"
Fujii tilted his head: "Well... Let me think about it, a week's lunch... Let's forget it. If you win, I will buy you a week's lunch. If I win, you will run five laps around the playground. One lap corresponds to one day of lunch. It's fair, right? ?”
Fujii should know that Kiryu's family is not well-off now.
He Ma: "It's not fair, even if I don't lose to you, I will often be punished to run away from the playground. How about this, I will let you touch my head if I win, and let me..."
"Great pervert! Face!" Fujii suddenly started, shouting and rushing forward.
Her movements are quite refined, and it can be seen that she has indeed put in a lot of effort to exercise.
But He Ma quickly escaped.
Quickly dodge, pull the distance, and then pose with the horse in a protruding posture, exerting strength.
"noodle!"
The head of the bamboo knife accurately hit Fujii's mask.
"Huh?" Fujii looked confused, and Kazuma could feel her doubts through the mesh mask of the helmet.
"Wait, wait, wait! Why did you have a face? Why did you have a face?"
Kazuma: "When you hit the helmet, you have to yell for noodles. That's what Daimon Goro taught you."
"Of course I know! I'm asking how did you call?"
"It's just... a common stab?" He Ma shrugged, and then resumed the posture of holding the sword in the middle.
Fujii Kanhema took a stance, and also took a deep breath: "You do it again!"
And the horse went straight up.
"noodle!"
"Wait a minute! Slow down!" Fujii yelled, "I'm not even ready! Come again!"
She took a stance again, and this time took two deep breaths. The undulating curve of her breath showed that she was still very predictable, which was rare.
There were not so many G cup monsters for Japanese girls in this era, and Fujii was already considered a big one.
Fujii: "Okay, I'm ready!"
The next moment Kazuma hit her visor.
"Wait a minute!" Fujii stomped, "Slow down! Let me see what happened!"
"Then... I'll do the decomposition for you?"
"Don't disassemble! Don't! Come again! You just need to slow down a little bit, and I can see clearly!"
When he was in trouble with the horse, he really couldn't slow down, put his body in the corresponding position, and once he exerted his strength, it was out of his control.
In order to pretend to be a chick, he activated his skills, and now it's hard to get rid of a tiger.
In fact, he can definitely beat this girl in a normal fight with Ma. After all, Hema has also practiced Xindangliu for several years, so it is no problem to bully a little girl with real skills.
It's too late to regret it now, so I slipped away.
He Ma: "Let's stop here today, class will start soon."
He took off his helmet and put away his bamboo knife and turned to leave. Fujii rushed up while taking off his helmet: "Wait a minute! Let's do it again! You can definitely do it slower! You can teach me a bit!"
After all, this girl is a kendo practitioner, and her hands are quite strong.
Hema tugged hard but didn't pull his hand out.
"Don't your hands hurt?" He asked back, "Go to the infirmary quickly! Or this afternoon..."
"It's because there will be a selection in the afternoon, so I asked you to teach me! You have never used this trick before, so I won't ask you where you learned it, just share it! I also want to go to the national competition!"
"Then I'll break it down for you..."
"No! You use it a few times, I can learn it myself!"
Hema suits, does this girl have such a personality? I can't tell it usually, but I think it's a sweet girl next door.
But if you think about it carefully, she has already practiced kendo, so she is somewhat stronger.
"There's no time! You still have to change into your kendo uniform." He Ma moved to reason. He Ma had just gone for a run, and he was wearing sports clothes. He had to go back to the club office and change into a normal school uniform. Fujii was even more troublesome, going to the sports club Union Building, use the women's changing rooms there.
Public schools generally have less funds and not so many facilities. Men's changing clothes are generally run by the community, and women use public changing rooms.
Of course, there are exceptions for public schools that are endorsed by universities. For example, the affiliated high school of the University of Tsukuba is national, but it is more proud than most private schools.
But this is not the case at Beige's High School, so Fujii will have to go a long way later to go back to the Union for changing clothes.
Fujii pouted, but seemed to give up at last, she whispered: "Teach me at noon! Don't try to run away!"
He Ma decisively decided to slip away to a place where no one was around to have lunch quietly at noon.
There's no way, he can't slow down this move, he can only teach it by breaking down the moves...
"Listen! See! No! Yes!" Fujii paused every word, and at the same time exerted force on his hands, pulling Kazuma towards himself.
At this moment, a shout resounded through the Kendo Gym: "Kiryu! Fujii! What are you doing?"
This violent drinking made the two of them shiver together, and then followed the prestige together.
It's Daimon Goro.
"Don't you know that the school rules forbid intercourse with the opposite sex!"
This is the 1980s, and Japanese schools are in many ways similar to Chinese schools in the 2000s.
It was only then that Kazuma and Fujii realized that they seemed a little too close now, and it seemed to outsiders that they were about to kiss.
Fujii blushed, let go and bounced back several meters away from the horse.
"Go out and run laps for me!" Damon Goro roared, "Run until you have no energy to flirt with each other! Quick, run!"
Kazuma: "Report to the teacher! Fujii's left hand is strained, she should go to the school infirmary!"
Daimon Goro stared at Kazuma for a few seconds.
"Fujii, go to the school doctor's office! Kiryu, run around for me!"
Fujii: "Report to the teacher! I need someone to help me to the school doctor's office!"
Daimon Goro was silent, staring at the two of them exerting invisible coercion.
"You two, run laps together until the preparatory bell rings, and then write me a 3,000-word essay, explaining your views on the word integrity in the school motto." He said sullenly.
"Yes!" Shouted together with Ma and Fujii, the voice was very loud - if the voice was not loud, they would definitely be asked to shout again.
Daimon Goro turned and left, and Kazuma glanced at Fujii: "Are you an idiot? You made me write an extra essay."
Fujii made a face at Kazuma.