"Who can't afford to lose?" Fujino Saburo screamed like a rabbit whose tail was stepped on.
"If that's not the case, why does Mr. Fujino keep picking on such small problems? I can't help but suspect that this kind of behavior is Mr. Fujino looking for reasons for his failure." Fang Yan said with a sneer.
Seeing the two live treasures bickering again, Lu Chaoge glanced at them and then returned to the fierce battle in the middle of the field.
Matsushima Ji shook his head and had nothing to do with these two people.
"I'm afraid you'll cheat." Saburo Fujino said confidently. This is your territory, who knows what arrangements you will make for victory
"This is a typical example of judging a gentleman with a villain's heart." Fang Yan said mockingly. "You guys are going to Class 9 to observe, has anyone invited you?"
Fujino Saburo thought about it and found out that the person who proposed to attend Class 9 was Vice Principal Matsushima Nori. Song Daoji saw that Fang Yan could become Suzaku's Chinese teacher at such a young age. He was curious and asked to go to the classroom to observe.
In other words, their inspection was random and not arranged by anyone.
"No." Fujino Saburo said.
“Who came up with the tea ceremony, calligraphy and fencing event?”
"it's me."
"In this case, I should be the one to question your school's deliberate arrangements, right? Why is it your turn to question us?" Fang Yan said with a smile. He pointed at Chiba Kaoru Ueno Nobita and Chiba Haowu who was swinging his sword diagonally on the field, and said: "You dare to swear to all the gods of the two countries that they are not the candidates you arranged in advance? Or, because you have already arranged Knowing that there is such a master in your team, why do you deliberately propose these three competitions?"
"Our school has many talents, not just these three projects-----" Saburo Fujino said stiffly. He didn't want to admit the fact that he calculated mentally and unintentionally and the result was very painful now.
"Really? Then let's add three more events to the competition?" Fang Yan said with a smile.
"------" Fujino Saburo didn't dare to agree. Suzaku won two of the three games he arranged in advance. Now if Suzaku proposed a competition event, would their side still have a chance to win
It’s okay if others insult you, but do you need to insult yourself too
"What? Don't want to?"
"There was no time to make arrangements." Saburo Fujino finally found a reasonable excuse. "We will go back tomorrow. The students' homework cannot be delayed."
"Look, you have taken advantage of us. Teacher Fujino is still suspicious of us. If you really think there is something wrong with the three students I selected, their student files and information are in the school archives. You can always Look it up, there’s no way this can be faked—but I would like to ask, are all the twenty students on the Takehito inspection team this time from the same class?”
"Of course not." Fujino Saburo said. "We choose the best. This is the case every year. This is Takehito's rule."
"That's it. You select outstanding students from the whole school or even the country to form a group-----"
"We only select expatriate students from Takehito Middle School." Fujino Saburo corrected him. Who selected students from all over the country to participate in the competition? Is it useful
"Who knows what happened to you in Dongyang? I can't check their student ID cards and files -" Fang Yan waved his hand.
"--------" Fujino Saburo felt like he had been stabbed in the chest. The feeling of dripping blood.
"You're taking the best students from across the country to compete with students from our class. Do you think you're being unethical by doing this?" Fang Yan said indignantly. "Although we knew it was unfair to us, we still didn't refuse - why? Because we treat you as our guests and our close comrades-in-arms. But Mr. Fujino - how did you treat us? This Is this how Japanese people treat their friends?"
"I'm sorry-----" Saburo Fujino was deeply moved and blurted out these three words.
After finishing speaking, Fujino Saburo realized why he had to apologize to him? This guy is full of bad things. Who knows which of his words are true and which of them are false
"Teacher Fujino can realize his mistakes and the problem of small intestines, and can sincerely apologize to me -----" Fang Yan held Fujino Saburo's hand and said with a sincere face: "I will consider accepting it."
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While the two were bickering, the battle between Chiba Yoshitake and Tang Cheng in the clubhouse had reached a fever pitch.
Luo Yi followed closely behind Qianye Haowu and Tang Cheng, shouting and shouting, and from time to time he shouted out words such as "a good sword is really cheap," as if he was participating in a battle.
The baby-faced Chiba Yoshitake entered a state of madness at this time. His hair was disheveled, his eyes were sharp, and his black Taoist uniform was flying in the wind. Every step forward or backward can bring fierce wind sounds.
He inherited the essence of Beichen's one-sword style. The sword is simple but the angle is weird. Each sword stabs at the fatal point where the opponent must be saved. Coupled with the ghostly speed at which he started to move at full speed, it was hard to guard against him.
Tangcheng's profound basic skills also came in handy at this time, keeping constant in the face of ever-changing situations. He is tall and moves slowly. Wherever he stood, he was like a target, allowing Chiba Haowu to be busy attacking up, down, left, and right.
Tangcheng changed its combat strategy. Originally, he wanted to fight Chiba Haowu quickly and end the battle in the shortest time. This will look more handsome.
However, when he found that there was no way to defeat Chiba Haowu in a short period of time, and that Chiba Haowu was better at speed than him, he knew something was wrong.
Rhythm!
Everyone has their own unique rhythm, which is also the rhythm they are best at.
Chiba likes martial arts and likes to be fast, but Tang Cheng has solid basic skills and precise swordsmanship, so he is more suitable for stopping quietly.
He can't follow Chiba Haowu's rhythm. He has to control his own rhythm, or in other words, he has to use his own rhythm skills.
As a result, it has become a state of fast attack and slow defense.
It is precisely because the two of them took what they are good at to the extreme that this game was so exciting.
Sprint!
The long sword in his hand slashed hard, hitting Tang Cheng's face directly.
Tang Cheng blocked with his short dagger, took a few steps quickly, and ran directly into Qianye Haowu's arms.
Chiba's martial arts sword was raised in the air, his arms were empty, and the inside line was suddenly lost.
However, his moves are extremely fast and extremely vicious.
Whoosh!
The wooden sword in his hand rotated 180 degrees. Originally, the tip of the sword was pointed outward. When his wrist was hooked, the tip of the sword directly stabbed Tang Cheng in his arms.
To onlookers, this is almost a suicidal move.
If he was holding a real sword in his hand, when he pierced Tang Cheng's body, he would inevitably stab his own body.
However, he is well aware of the characteristics of the wooden sword. He knows the weight of the sword and the damage that the speed of his sword will cause to his opponent.
Come on!
Tang Cheng once again used the hilt of the sword to hold the tip of the long sword, and slammed his elbow backwards.
Chiba Haowu now has two options. Or, he could bear the elbow blow but insist on thrusting the sword into Tang Cheng's chest. Or, he dodges the elbow and his suicide attack collapses at the same time.
Chiba Haowu chose the former.
In a battle, if both sides are closely matched, all that is required is a matter of choice. A wise man kills one thousand enemies and injures himself eight hundred; a foolish man kills eight hundred enemies and injures one thousand. One will fade and the other will grow, and the winner will be determined.
He could withstand this elbow blow, but he believed that Tang Cheng would not be able to withstand the piercing technique that he used with all his strength.
"Hmm-----" Chiba Haowu grunted, and his upper body fell backwards, but his lower body was extremely stable.
Crunch----
The tip of the long sword in his hand stretched forward with all his might, making a grinding sound when it rubbed against the hilt.
The tip of the sword was approaching Tang Cheng's chest inch by inch. As long as it was pierced, Tang Cheng would instantly lose his ability to fight.
Of course, it is a permanent loss of combat ability.
"ah----"
A scream came.
The wooden sword in Chiba Haowu's hand fell to the ground with a sound. He covered his abdomen with his right hand and staggered backwards.
thump----
His body fell on the wooden floor, his expression was ferocious, his forehead was dripping with sweat, and he looked extremely painful.
Tang Cheng stood still, just sneered and looked at Chiba Haowu who was sitting on the ground.
The hilt of the sword that he originally held in his left hand to block the tip of the sword had reached his right hand at some point, and there were red blood drops oozing out from the blade.
"Qianye Haowu-----" A group of people rushed over and surrounded Qianye Haowu in the middle.
Fujino Saburo rushed to Tang Cheng and roared: "Boy, you bastard----what did you do to him? What did you do to him?"
Qianye Xun's face was full of pear blossoms, and she cried and said: "Haowu----Brother, are you okay? How do you feel?"
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Matsushima Ji moved a beat too slowly, unable to squeeze into the crowd.
She looked embarrassed, stared at Lu Chaoge with sharp eyes, and said, "If anything happens to our students, we will definitely seek justice----"
Lu Chaoge looked at Matsushima Ji with a calm expression and said, "We don't want this to happen. Of course, I will respect any choice you make."
Tang Cheng walked up to Fang Yan, threw the hilt of his sword to the ground, and said calmly: "I win."
After saying that, he turned around and left.
"Be careful," someone shouted.
Chiba Haowu, who was lying on the ground just now, jumped up at some point and stabbed Tang Cheng in the back with a long sword.
This kid is furious!