I, the Naruto fan!

Orochimaru took a deep breath, suppressed his anger, looked at Minato and asked, "So, where is Jiraiya?"

"I do not know……"

Minato shook his head blankly and looked at each other with Orochimaru.

"Tsunade--!!!"

Orochimaru's mouth twitched, and a big snake rushed out of his sleeve and broke into the bedroom.

"Yeah! Snake!"

"Go to hell!"

boom

A big hole appeared in the wall of Qianju's old house. The old housekeeper floated over, allocated a budget, looked at the drawings, and nodded with satisfaction.

This wall really should be demolished, and Tsunade saved the cost of decoration by doing it.

…

The seventh training ground.

"Listen, these two techniques of mine are secret techniques that I have figured out based on my many years of research on hair."

Jiraiya stood behind Qianqiu with a serious face and explained, "If I didn't have a family, these two secret techniques would definitely become family heirlooms!"

"ha……"

Qianqiu stood there uneasily, always feeling a chill on her back.

She was wearing her usual purple-gray dress, with her smooth legs exposed. From the back, her perfect curves were extremely alluring.

Chiaki didn't wear pantyhose today. She originally thought that facing Jiraiya alone, wearing pantyhose might arouse his excitement too much. She never thought that she underestimated Jiraiya's excitement.

He also accepts bare feet.

Why was Jiraiya standing behind Qianqiu? Isn't it because if he stood in front of her, he would have to bend down, which would be disrespectful to his status as a teacher?

"Tsk, tsk, according to my many years of research on hair, Qianqiu, your steering wheel...oh no...your ponytail is really suitable for my secret technique!"

Jiraiya clicked his tongue and leaned close to Qianqiu's back, wanting to reach out and touch her pink twin tails, but Qianqiu felt the heat from the idiot behind him and immediately stood a few steps forward warily.

"Jiraiya-sensei, I still understand what the steering wheel means."

"Cough cough cough..."

"What are you talking about! Where did I say such a thing?"

Jiraiya coughed continuously, wiped the sweat from his palms, and moved to Qianqiu with his back on his back.

"What about that? Let me teach you the seals of my two secret techniques first."

"By the way, because this seal was developed by myself and is different from ordinary seals, so it's best to let me handle it..."

"No need, I learn things quickly, thank you Jiraiya-sensei."

Chiaki smiled and rejected Jiraiya's "kindness".

"Oh, really..."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Jiraiya squatted down in frustration, looking lonely.

Chiaki smiled again and took a step back while holding her skirt, indicating that Jiraiya could start teaching.

Jiraiya froze, feeling like he had met an old Shiki who could compete with Tsunade.

hateful! Chiaki! Why are you so good!

Why do you know everything lsp wants to do?

Chapter 81: Give it to Welfare Ji for free

"Remember, the trick to this technique is to use chakra to stimulate all the hair follicles on the scalp, causing hair to grow rapidly."

Jiraiya said, shaking his long white hair.

"Look! That's it!"

Wow wow wow

Under the stimulation of chakra, Jiraiya's hair grew rapidly, and soon it was dragging on the ground.

"Look! Look!"

The long white hair swept the dusty ground, and soon a layer of dust was raised.

"...Can I go back?"

Qianqiu's mouth twitched. After becoming a girl, she still cherished her long pink hair.

After all, every night you may have trouble sleeping due to pressure on your hair, and you have to take care of it carefully in the morning to make it smooth.

If you protect it like this every day, no matter what it is, it will become cherished.

If Chiaki wants to use his hair as a mop on the ground like Jiraiya does, then he might as well not learn these two techniques at all...

"No, no, no, no, actually this technique is very good, it can prevent hair loss!"

Jiraiya quickly stopped his mop behavior and pulled his hair, "Look, thick hair can grow from every hair follicle!"

"...I'm only sixteen, and I don't have any trouble with hair loss at all..."

Qianqiu has a dark face, but with Senju Hashirama’s cells, will he still have hair loss problems?

Take a look! How terrifying is that idiot Senju Hashirama's long black hair!

"Don't talk so eloquently! You will know the problem when you are forty years old!"

Jiraiya tried to persuade him with an experienced expression: "Look at those old Mediterranean men in the bar, they can't enjoy the sincere service of the young ladies at all."

"But they have money."

Qianqiu said confidently, "If I were rich, I would give her a hundred young ladies!"

"Can money buy real happiness? They don't really mean it!"

Jiraiya retorted exaggeratedly that in bars and nightclubs, he was the little prince!

"Do I need to be sincere? I only care about their bodies!"

Chiaki said disdainfully, "Just like Tsunade, who you miss so much, hasn't she done this or that with me in bed?"

"Wow!"

When Jiraiya heard this, he was stunned and his defense was broken.

"She begs me to give it to her every day, which is something you will never see~"

Qianqiu raised the corner of his mouth in a bad way, and suddenly awakened the little devil attribute.

My own goddess gets everything she wants in front of others, but is cold and cold in front of myself.

Tears suddenly burst from my eyes...

Huh?

etc.

My own goddess is also the goddess of others. Isn't it more exciting when two goddesses stick together?

Jiraiya: (?﹃?)

Hiss...

Tears suddenly flowed out of the corners of his mouth.

"Okay... okay! Let's talk about business!"

Jiraiya casually cut off his long hair that was mopping the floor. With a touch of his hand, the long hair turned into powder and disappeared.

"Do you have anything else to do?"

Qianqiu's trust in Jiraiya has fallen below freezing point, and she looked at him with disdain, "Jiraiya-sensei, wipe the saliva from the corner of your mouth first."

"Ahem! Of course we have business!"

Jiraiya quickly wiped away his saliva. It actually felt good to be looked at by a beautiful girl with contempt...

"Actually, both of my secret techniques use the changes in the form and nature of chakra. This is what you need to learn very much."

"How's it going? I'm talking about business, right?"

"Um?"

Chiaki's eyes lit up. The changes in the form and nature of chakra are a level for ninjas to further master their own ninjutsu. It can be said that no matter which one is broken through, the increase in ninjutsu will be huge.

Qianqiu Yingying looked at Jiraiya coquettishly, "Teacher, I want to learn~"

"Hmm, hmm, well, you mainly need to learn by yourself. As I said before, I will only teach you the two seals of my secret technique..."

Jiraiya crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes, stealing glances at Qianqiu from time to time.

"Please ask Jiraiya-sensei to teach me~"

Qianqiu didn't know what Jiraiya meant. She thought about it, adjusted her collar slightly according to the etiquette on Blue Star, and bowed solemnly to Jiraiya.

As Qianqiu bowed, Jiraiya could vaguely see a white career line from the collar, and the pleasure of peeping made him almost explode on the spot.

“Uh oh oh—!”

Jiraiya, who had never experienced despicable outsider marketing methods, couldn't stop facing the looming "self-discovery".

Qianqiu, who noticed that she was "exposed", stood up straight with a red face, and put her hand on her collar.

In order to learn ninjutsu, what does it mean to sacrifice a little irrelevant color?

Moreover, if you want something from someone, you must prescribe the right medicine.

Showing off your career line is like wearing a bikini and being stared at by a pervert.

Let them look at it. Anyway, they can only look at it, but they can't actually do it.

"Jiraiya-sensei is perverted... actually peeking at me..."