Club competitions once became the headline topic of the school students' attention. No matter which event, it seems that some compelling news can be unearthed. Of course, most people's focus has always been on the sports stars of junior high schools and high schools. As the schedule progressed, some clubs lost, and some clubs were proud. Of course, the most impressive performance was the tennis club. They were so powerful that they were about to enter the national competition.
The victory of the tennis club pushed the wave of sports in the entire middle of the country to the top, but my peaceful days were harbingers of crisis because of the halo of the tennis club.
The Kendo Club was the first group to retreat. The seniors in the third grade were discouraged and did not care about the affairs of the ministry. It was also difficult for other members to practice mentally. The atmosphere here can be said to be bleak.
However, things like mood are completely different from person to person, and there are always people who can have fun in hardship.
"Hey, come on, we have something to ask you for help." Moriyama, Nagapan, and Ono interrupted my practice in the second grade. The three of them have been whispering behind me for a while.
Standing the bamboo sword aside, I stretched out my hand to take off the mask and put it under my left arm, wiped the bead of sweat from my forehead and asked, "What's the matter?"
"Well, that's the one..." Moriyama was a little nervous and didn't say it for a long time.
"This—please pass it on to us." Ono opened his mouth, looking away, acting extremely unnaturally.
The expressions of the three people were more or less agitated or shy, and I guessed what they gave me. The three white and clean letters were signed Yanao, Yukimura, and Nioh, respectively.
I sighed with a headache, I forgot how many times I refused to help with this kind of thing. A few days ago, the girls in the same class showed their enthusiasm for me and took out the same style envelope, but now they probably hate me because I confiscated all of them. My relationship with the class has dropped by several freezing points, and I say that freezing three feet is not a day's cold, it seems to be true.
Different grades are located in different sections of the building, there is nothing special, and each grade is distinct. It is difficult for a rookie in the first grade to get close to the seniors, and some people in the second grade dare not make the embarrassing thing of handing love letters in person or putting love letters in the shoe cupboard, so the best person to send letters on behalf of— Me and Yuriko.
Yuriko is fortunate to have this big amulet from Brother Village, but I don't have it. Even so, things that shouldn't be done can't be done.
"Sorry, I don't have this position, please handle it yourself."
Maybe it would be more beneficial to give an understanding explanation at this time, but I have not learned this smoothness.
"It's okay to do a favor, Sakura, you also know how powerful the school support team is." Chang Pan pleaded.
Of course I know it, and I have personally learned it. 'If they can blatantly watch the tennis club and send love letters if they want to, you might as well join in. 'I thought so in my heart, but didn't say it.
"I can't help, if it's okay, I will continue to practice." Sometimes I also wonder, what would they think if I brought a lot of love letters to them
"Remember it for us!" The three people bumped me unkindly and left angrily.
I curled my lips with a wry smile, but forget it, do I have to blame anyone? There are some things that can't be helped.
It's about to go to the three-year martial arts competition with Hiyoshi's family again. I will go to Tokyo on a business trip with my dad on the weekend. The haze in my heart dissipated without a trace after smelling the modern and fashionable atmosphere of Tokyo.
Today's karate in Japan is the most prosperous with Sakura's Matsudo-ryu and Hiyoshi's rigid and soft-style, and the two naturally become competitors. The martial arts competition is a great opportunity to decide the outcome in the name of communication. In each competition, the two teams will select the top masters in order to win.
The strengths of the two are comparable. Since the martial arts competition, no one has been able to enjoy victory alone for more than two years, and they usually take turns every year. Under the leadership of his father, Matsuo-ryu of the Sakaki family narrowly defeated the Hiyoshi family by one game for two consecutive years. This year, his father wanted to break the record and won three consecutive years. The Hiyoshi family was also eager to win back the championship and was ashamed. Therefore, the current competition between the two companies has become fierce. The fastest full text of 噺⒏⑴祌 んττρs:/м.χ八㈠zщ.còм/
Hiyoshi’s Naha is a very good player, I know a little bit about it. It mainly focuses on defense and small movements. Compared with our sweeping and throwing skills, it pays more attention to grappling and throwing skills. It is suitable for close combat and is very close to modern Chinese boxing. Three years ago when I was young, I participated in the martial arts competition for the first time this year, and I was also looking forward to it in my heart.
These days Dad is busy selecting talents in various dojos, and the purpose of going to Tokyo is the same. The Songtaoliu dojo in Tokyo is among the top in the country and has a lot of talents. My father wanted me to meet the world, so he brought me with him this time.
It is good to come to Tokyo, and you can meet your uncle. After my uncle returned to China, he only met once a year on my birthday. He occasionally sent me text messages and emails. Although the time spent with my uncle is short, I can feel that he cares about me very much and is always responsive to my sometimes whimsical requests. I sent a text message to my uncle about going to Tokyo, and he asked my dad and me to have dinner at night.
Outside the Tokyo Dojo, the light blue glass venue is magnificent and elegant, which is in line with Tokyo's modern art. Following my father's side, stepping on the stone steps level by level, he seemed to walk lightly in a happy mood.
"Master, you are here."
A young man greeted him—Nagata Tomoya. He was a proud pupil of his father. Before leaving the teacher, as long as he met at home, he was willing to guide my karate and gave me some pertinent suggestions. It can be said that we are very familiar. After graduating from university, Chiya's brother worked as a coach in Tokyo Dojo. Less than two years old, at the age of 24, he has been the chief coach of Tokyo Dojo. I personally admire him very much, besides, brother Chiye is gentle and handsome.
"Chiya, long time no see." Dad smiled and patted Nagata's shoulder.
"Brother Zhiye, it's been a long time since I saw you." I said to him with a smile.
"Yueyin is here too. It's really been a long time since we have seen each other. How are you?" He still likes to pose as a big brother and touch my head as before.
I smiled and said casually: "Not bad~"
The martial arts competition is approaching, and my father is more concerned about the quality of the personnel, and asks: "How is the situation here?"
Brother Zhiye smiled and replied seriously: "There are a few potential newcomers, I hope the master will give me some advice."
The so-called selection of talents is not just to select contestants, but also to select potential people to watch the battle to improve their level. After all, the martial arts competition is a rare opportunity. As soon as the door of the dojo was opened, an aura came to my face. All the members were sitting in the arena separately in two rows, with a tall back and high spirits, which reminded me of ancient Japanese samurai. New Bayi Chinese website first launched www.(x81zw).com m./x81zw/.com
As Dad sat down at the top, the court was still extremely quiet. In such a scene, I unconsciously felt a bloody nervousness.
The selection work was carried out in an intense and orderly manner. After an hour, I couldn't sit still a bit. I was itching for a while and asked myself to go off the field to practice.
Dad has no objection, and Zhiye's brother chose a person to compete with me.
"Hello, this is Seto Niki."
"Please advise!" I and Seto, who is about to become my opponent, saluted each other.
I don't know which rank the opponent has reached, but he looks half a head taller than me, like a thin, ordinary high school student.
Seto's punches are fast and agile. If you say it is insufficient, it means that it is not strong enough. I also have the same flaw on this point. However, it is precisely because I know my shortcomings that I have been trying to make up for it-I keep exercising in the morning, and the jogging distance has accumulated to 10 kilometers. In addition, I have added ten pounds of weight to myself, whether I run or go to school. it. I didn't let my father know about my efforts, because I knew that my parents wanted me to be happy as a girl.
I didn't spend too much effort to win Seto. Both my father and Chiya brother were amazed. I was really cool because of my blockbuster, and sometimes I need such an opportunity to witness the meaning of hard work.
After the exercise, I sweated all over, and after taking a shower, I felt refreshed all over. I don't want to waste all my time here, so I greeted my dad after finding a sense of accomplishment and slipped away.
Strolling in the streets of Tokyo, the warm wind blew through the ends of my hair, causing ripples of blue silk, and I seemed to smell the taste of freedom.
After shopping for a while in the pedestrian street full of shops and people, I sat down in a roadside cafe and ordered a cup of oranges.
Although I have a good sense of direction, I don't need to worry about getting lost, but it doesn't seem to be a good deal to spend all my free time on self-wandering. If I want to see my uncle in the evening, it's better to see my brother now. Anyway, I also miss the Japanese food made by my aunt.
Dialed the phone, drank the orange juice, and returned along the street when I came. As expected, my brother would only stay at home outside of training. If I’m with my girlfriend on a sunny weekend... I immediately stopped the idea. Apart from the weird picture, I was busy admonishing myself not to make up my brother’s gossip. Just kidding, if I accidentally say something, my brother will definitely Will ignore me for a few days.
I think I must have been influenced by Brother Yu. His little love life was moisturized, and it may not be the same for others. For my elder brother, I am afraid that both junior high school and high school belong to the scope of premature love. He has always been very old-fashioned. Thinking of the'Bingshan' brother, I sneered and laughed silly, but it seems that I am not qualified to say this myself.
A man walked on the street thinking wildly, and when he passed a corner, a noisy sound came from inside. I walked over gently and looked curiously. Someone was fighting, but it was not a group fight, but a group of people beating one person.
"Your kid turned the tennis club into an abandoned club so that we can't participate in the game. Do you think that's the end of the matter?"
"What do you want?" The beaten gasped.
"What do you want? Do you want to rebuild the tennis club? You can use your hands to see how you play tennis. Without you, those people won't be the climate!"
Their conversation reached my ears, and it was the'Tennis Club' again! It seems that the violence caused by the'Tennis Department' is really everywhere. Since I was a victim myself, I decided to get involved.
I took a deep breath, took out my phone, and deliberately said loudly, "Hello, police station? I'm at 136 XX-cho, Tokyo. There is a violent incident. Help!"
I closed the phone with a'pop', and I walked into the alley. The person who was fighting just froze for a few seconds because of the sudden unexpected guest.
I pointed to the phone and said, "I have called the police. If you don't want to go to prison, hurry up!"
A gangster carrying an iron pipe swayed a few steps forward. He was wearing a school uniform with a loose bow tie in front of him. He sneered and said, "Call the police? But it's another discipline. The police are not that. Come on, clean him and you, enough."
What? Encountered a habitual offender! I bit my head and said, "Quickly let him go."
"Smelly girl, be nosy!"
The man motioned to his subordinates to continue, and walked towards me by himself.
"I warn you, don't come here again." Not being guilty and not afraid is fake, I've never had a fight with anyone.
The man continued to walk forward, squeezing a cold sweat in his heart, the next moment, I kicked it up in a roundabout, and then looked at the person lying on the ground, he had passed out.
"Uncle Police is coming soon!" I frightened.
A little frightened, several people set up the people on the ground and ran away.
"Are you okay?" I helped the boy who was beaten up. He was badly injured. A good guy did it to the end. I took a taxi to the hospital.
When I got out of the hospital, I checked my watch. It was already 12:30. No wonder my brother called to ask. He was so hungry...
When I arrived at my aunt's house, I said everything about it.
"Did you fight with someone?" my brother asked me with a sullen face.
"Are there any injuries?" the aunt asked anxiously.
"I'm fine, aunt. Actually, it's not a fight. I just kicked the leader and he fainted. I told them that I called the police and all those people ran away!" I said proudly.
"Hoho, our Xiaoyin is amazing, so smart!" The aunt smiled and made a long live posture.
My brother sighed helplessly, and said dissatisfied: "Mom, this is not something to be happy about!" Then he asked me: "Really call the police?"
"Of course not. The other party is a middle school student and he hasn't been serious enough to call the police. I sent the beaten back to the hospital. This is the first time I've seen righteousness and bravery. I'm very good, brother?"
"Aren't you hungry? Hurry up and eat!" His enthusiasm was immediately poured out by his brother, who would really dispel the enthusiasm of others.
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Happy time is always short, and soon my father came to pick me up in the evening. When we arrived at the reserved hotel, the uncle was already waiting. It seemed that every time we met with the uncle, no matter where the location was set, he was the first person to arrive.
Under the dizzy yellow light, my uncle was still chic, just as I saw it at first. What happened at my aunt’s house in the afternoon flashed in my mind: I accidentally discovered that my brother didn’t know about the existence of my uncle, just like two complete strangers. My aunt told me, “Uncle doesn’t like uncle”...
Suddenly, I felt that there are many unknown things in my family. I didn't pay attention to them, but I couldn't even ask what it was. After a few simple words, everyone seemed to keep secret.
Wu suddenly heard his uncle's voice, "Moonyin, what? Are you hungry?"
I smiled and nodded.
Uncle let the waiter serve a lot of dishes, but unfortunately, I didn't have the expectations I had earlier, and my heart was a little heavy. Listening to my dad and uncle talking and laughing, their topics rarely involve business, and most of them revolve around me. I was surprised to find that so many things that made my dad happy and proud have happened to me.
I am the darling of mom and dad, and my uncle loves me a lot. Shouldn't I think more about it, or shouldn't I be involved in the affairs of adults
Sunday’s twilight obscured the joy of holiday. Tokyo’s brightly lit night gradually became quiet. Tomorrow is the beginning of the week, and people will be busy again.
The dinner came to an end in my thoughts, and tomorrow I will also face my own troubles...
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