God-level veteran driver Wanjie system

Accidentally, Su Chen was coaxed and tricked by those seniors to join seventeen or eight clubs.

When he came back to his senses, it was too late to retreat.

"This is troublesome, there are so many clubs, I don't have to go to class when I just joined the activities..."

Su Chen counted, and all performing arts clubs, kendo clubs, calligraphy clubs and even dance clubs have joined.

Su Chen was worrying, while the fat Yuan Bohao and the eye-eyed scholar Lin Xuan looked at him with admiration.

"Su Chen, I will call you Boss Su from now on!"

Yuan Bohao shook Su Chen's shoulders excitedly and said, "Others who want to join a club have no choice but to take a round of interviews and written tests. You have joined most of the clubs in the whole school in one breath, breaking the school record!"

"You are now a campus legend!"

After Yuan Bohao said this, Su Chen came back to look around and found that many people were looking at him, including many beautiful senior sisters and freshmen of the same period.

This feeling is so refreshing.

Compared to Su Chen, Zhao Rishan was a bit devastated.

At this moment, he was sitting slumped on the booth of the Japanese restaurant, staring blankly at Su Chen's winter melon dish.The melon had been eaten long ago, but he was also fascinated by the plate.

"Is it true that Japanese food is not as good as Chinese food? The master didn't teach me how to make a winter melon delicious..." Zhao Rinan murmured.

"Fart, it's because you are not good at learning, which one of my Japanese skills is far better than your Huaxia?!"

Just when Zhao Rishan was talking to himself in a daze, a voice abruptly interrupted him.

Zhao Rishan looked back and recognized the person: "Senior Miyamoto..."

The person in front of me is Ichiro Miyamoto, an exchange student from Yangcheng University.

He glanced at the sluggish Zhao Rishan, and said with disdain: "If you are not good at learning, go back and polish it more, and you will lose face to our Yamato nation."

Miyamoto Ichiro's words made Zhao Rishan more ashamed, but the people next to him couldn't see it.

Yuan Bohao was the first to be upset, and he yelled: "You are the fucking bullshit. Except for the indescribable video, which one of your island countries is better than our Huaxia!"

Ichiro Miyamoto looked him up and down and smiled dismissively.

"Fatty man, I am the president of the Japanese Bushido Society, do you dare to compare this samurai sword with me?"

Miyamoto Ichiro turned around and took out a samurai sword from the Japanese Bushido booth, and it came out of the sheath with a "clang", the light of the sword was breathtaking, it turned out to be a real sword that had been sharpened!

Yuan Bohao was taken aback, it's okay to ask him to talk, but it doesn't fit his status as a fat man to use knives and guns.

Seeing Yuan Bohao shrink back into the crowd, Miyamoto Ichiro ignored him.

He yelled grandly: "Blag that you are awesome in Huaxia? Who dares to compare with the knife in my hand? Is there anyone in your Kung Fu club who dares to come up?"

Miyamoto Ichiro pointed at the people who glared at him just now, and all of them bowed their heads and dared not respond.

He looked at the people in the Kung Fu club not far away, and those seniors also lowered their heads.

They were nothing more than practicing martial arts for fun out of hobbies, and Ichiro Miyamoto raised a real knife, but no one dared to take it.

But no one challenged, and Huaxia lost face.

When the exchange students from these island countries post a video on the Internet, they will be completely ashamed as students of Yangcheng University.

Everyone was a little worried, but Lin Xuan suggested: "Yuan Bohao, I remember that the knife in his hand is a controlled knife, or we can call the police."

Yuan Bohao's eyes lit up when he heard this, "You little eyed brother, you actually have such a wicked idea. Right, let's call the police and arrest him!"

"Hehe, it's useless to call the police. Our president took the declared cultural relics."

The exchange students of the Japanese Bushido Club clamored: "It's okay for you Chinese scumbags not to dare to confront our president head-on, but it's embarrassing for you to think so carefully!"

This guy is good at learning Chinese, which made Yuan Bohao and Lin Xuan blush.

Seeing that no one dared to answer, Miyamoto Ichiro sighed with a look of mourning.

"My Ten Thousand Layers was handed down from the Warring States Period in Japan. The sword ball was repeatedly folded and tempered fourteen times. It has not been on the battlefield for hundreds of years. It seems that I have no chance to show its edge today."

Ichiro Miyamoto touched the samurai sword in his hand, and suddenly felt a sense of loneliness and defeat.

Su Chen looked at it for a long time, and finally couldn't bear it anymore.

And can he allow others to act aggressive in front of him?
Su Chen chuckled, and pulled out the 34-meter-long large...

No, it was the 64.1 cm long Yue Wang Gou Jian sword!
"Children from the island country, I haven't cut anyone with the Goujian sword of the king of Yue for thousands of years. Let me cut your broken sword."

Su Chen strode up, and many people recognized him immediately.

"Damn, it's that freshman again, is this year's freshman so fierce?"

"The one in his hand seems to be the Goujian Sword of the King of Yue!"

Some seniors from the history department were knowledgeable, and their eyes widened when they saw the famous sword in Su Chen's hand.

How could a national historical relic be taken out by Su Chen?
"Goujian Sword, the King of Yue?" Miyamoto Ichiro and the others were also taken aback.

The name of this sword is too big, and the history of the sword may be longer than the civilization of the entire island country.After all, the Chinese civilization lasted for 5000 years, and the length of this civilization is not comparable to many countries.

"No, this sword is too new. The sword in the Huaxia National Museum has been buried in the soil for 2000 years, so it cannot be so new!"

An exchange student from an island country saw the heresy, and he immediately exposed Su Chen: "This is a fake!"

"Imitation?" Su Chen smiled, the one from the National Museum is the imitation, you islanders know it well.

"It's flashy, and even made a fake to fool people."

Miyamoto Ichiro was almost bluffed just now, but after listening to the younger brother's explanation, he also felt that Su Chen's sword was too new, and it could not be an ancient treasure at all.

"Try my million-layer knife with an imitation?" Ichiro Miyamoto smiled disdainfully.

He drew his saber and placed it on his chest. After getting ready, he shouted at Su Chen: "Boldly cut over here!"

Yuan Bohao saw the sun shining on Ichiro Miyamoto's knife, and hurried up to hug Su Chen.

"Boss Su Chen, forget it. Don't argue with him, he is a real knife that cuts off your head accidentally, so it's not worth fighting for."

Lin Xuan, the eye-eyed brother, also persuaded: "That's right, Su Chen, he seems to have learned that posture for a few years, don't wait for bloodshed to happen."

The senior sister and senior next to him also gave him some persuasion.

In their view, Ichiro Miyamoto is up to him if he wants to be handsome, and it's not worth risking his life for such an argument.

"Adventure? Nonexistent."

Su Chen naturally wouldn't make fun of her own life.

He thanked his classmates for their kindness, and slowly hung up the title of Flood Dragon Soldier King.

Immediately, he made the opening gesture of Emperor Jianjue.

Although the Emperor Sword Art he exchanged for the last mission was a one-time skill and can no longer be used now, he still remembers the sword move, and he also remembers the imperial aura that I am invincible.

"The sword collapses!"

Su Chen took a step, and King Goujian's sword fell from top to bottom.

The first sword in the ages was placed in Su Chen's virtual backpack, and it was not worn away by the millennium, but it was chopped off by the weight of the Dragon King's heavy arms.

A sword, falling like a landslide, is for the sword to collapse!

Miyamoto Ichiro didn't expect Su Chen's sword to be so fast and heavy, so he subconsciously raised the sword to block it.

With a crisp sound of "clang clang", the samurai sword in his hand broke into two pieces, and the Goujian sword in Su Chen's hand just landed on the scalp of his forehead.

A bend of blood flowed down Su Chen's sword like a small stream.

"Blood... blood!"

Miyamoto Ichiro touched his forehead, confirmed that the blood was coming from his body, and immediately yelled for help: "Ya Die, mother——!"

He screamed and ran away, the voice was as high as a eunuch's, very scary.

"Grandma's, I was so scared that I slashed him with a sword."

Su Chen looked at the back of Ichiro Miyamoto leaving screamingly, and retracted the sword with lingering fear.

People from the Japanese Bushido Association saw that the president, Ichiro Miyamoto, had slipped away, and hurriedly followed and left.

Everyone watched them run away, and immediately booed and greeted them.

"What the hell, is it Bushido?"

"Haha, this appearance of fleeing from the wilderness has the demeanor of your Bushido."

As arrogant as Ichiro Miyamoto was before, now the students who are watching are enjoying themselves.

After scolding the exchange students from the Bushido Club, when they turned to look at Su Chen, they all compared their thumbs.

Wen Neng cuts winter melon with a kitchen knife, and Wu Neng draws a sword to cut devils.

Many seniors at the scene looked at Su Chen's handsome sword, and there were little stars beating in Su Chen's eyes.