The girl under the cherry blossoms, her smile is like a flower

Compared to the high school students who are still a bit immature, a teacher like Tsurukawa Nanami who has a gentle temperament and beautiful appearance is indeed more popular.

Shiratori Mori's appearance next to her is no less than Tsurukawa Nanami's, but her temperament is different, so perhaps fewer people like this type.

"Teacher Tsurukawa, many people are peeking at you."

Qing Gong Feng said after looking around.

"Who is it? Dare to peek at my Nanami? No, Nanami is mine!"

Before Tsurukawa Nanami could say anything, Shiratori Mori crossed her arms angrily, looking defensive.

"You two..."

Nanami Tsurukawa heard the joking in their words and looked at them helplessly yet dotingly.

"Eh? There are still people staring at Shiratori-sensei?"

The righteous Shiratori Mori immediately covered his face in embarrassment, "Hate it~ There are obviously a group of young JKs here, but you are attracted to me? Hehe."

"..."

Looking at the complacent Shiratori Mori, Qing Gong Feng was a little dumbfounded. He didn't expect her to be so...

"Hmm? Did you just say 'actually'? And what's that expression?"

As if sensing the malicious gaze from Kiyomiya Kaede, Shiratori Mori's face turned stern and he scolded.

"It's a nice day today, what would you like for lunch, Mr. Tsurukawa?"

Kiyomiya Kaede asked Tsurukawa Nanami who was watching the show.

But who knew that Tsurukawa Nanami would act like a teacher: "Don't make Shiratori-sensei angry, Kiyomiya-san."

She usually calls him "Mori" directly, but now she calls him Shiratori. With such an official name, how could Qing Gong Feng not understand what she meant - to avenge what happened just now.

He quickly winked, conveying the message with his eyes - how could Mr. Tsurukawa do this, I am your favorite student!

Mori is behind you——Qingmiya Feng received a reply letter, a reply letter that symbolized "disaster".

The next moment, Qing Gong Feng felt a hand pulling his collar, and Bai Niao Sen's cold words rang in his ears.

"Kiyomiya-san, please tell me what 'actually' means?"

"No, it's nothing..."

He was as stiff as a clockwork puppet.

"Qiyomiya-san is saying that I'm old and ugly... huh?"

"Well - actually I didn't finish what I was saying just now," Naruse Yu was as nimble as a rabbit in a tiger's mouth. He bent his knees and escaped from Shiratori Mori's grasp.

"You said."

"Well, what I actually want to say is that there are so many people in this venue, and half of them are looking at Mr. Shiratori."

As she spoke, Qingmiya Feng did not forget to give a look to Tsurukawa Nanami - the other half of the people are looking at you.

Look, repaying evil with kindness, Qinggong Feng felt that he was so great at this moment, and the figures of his predecessors cast a shadow on him.

"Really?"

"Of course, Shiratori-sensei and Tsurukawa-sensei are Nanamori's." He gave a thumbs up, "Many male students dream of having one of these two teachers as their girlfriend."

"What about you? If you could choose, between me and Nanami, which one would you choose?"

Shiratori Mori asked, a cunning gleam in his eyes.

Students admire young and beautiful female teachers. As a health teacher, Shiratori Mori is well aware of this. Therefore, she usually only wears light makeup when going to work. If the school did not require wearing a uniform skirt, she would just wear a sportswear every day.

However, if she could use this to tease Qingmiya Feng, Shiratori Mori would still be very happy.

Trying hard to swallow the words "You have no idea who I choose", Qing Gong Feng said innocently:

"I have a girlfriend, what did Mr. Shiratori say?"

Tsk, I wasn't fooled.

Shiratori Mori expressed regret, but she rolled her eyes and asked again:

"Kiyomiya-san is also a teenager, right? When you see the beautiful Nanami with such a good figure on the podium every day in class, don't you feel anything?"

Before Shiratori Mori could finish her words, she was manually muted by Tsurukawa Nanami.

"Mr. Kiyomiya, don't listen to what Mori says." After glaring at Shiratori Mori, Tsurugawa Nanami looked at Kiyomiya Kaede with an embarrassed expression. For some reason, when Shiratori Mori was describing the scene just now, a picture suddenly appeared in Nanami's mind. Fortunately, she interrupted it in time.

"I don't understand what Mr. Shiratori means."

Qing Gong Feng acted like a good young man, but when he saw Shiratori Mori rolling his eyes at him, he probably despised him in his heart.

While a few people were chatting, the broadcast in the venue suddenly sounded.

"The Jade Dragon Flag Competition is about to begin. Please enter the venue in an orderly manner."

The crowd that had been in chaos just now suddenly became quiet. Perhaps infected by the atmosphere, everyone stopped joking and their expressions became more serious.

"I'll trouble Qingmiya-san to check the list of players later."

"okay."

Qing Gong Feng nodded and turned back to the end of the team.

As groups of people entered the venue, passionate music was playing, igniting the hearts of each contestant.

The host on stage then extended a warm welcome to the teams from each school, and then introduced several big names from the Kendo Association. After that, he gave a traditional account of the history and significance of the Jade Dragon Flag Competition.

For a moment, Qing Gong Feng thought he had returned to the first day of school when he almost lost his reputation. He remembered that the principal's speech was also so boring. Of course, Senior Sister Qing Shui would definitely not be so boring, but unfortunately he was not lucky enough to listen to it to the end.

After the host finished speaking, the so-called Kendo Association boss gave a speech, followed by the contestants taking an oath, promising to abide by the rules of the game, promote the spirit of sports, and so on.

You see, no wonder Yagyu Jiro said that today's kendo competitions like the Jade Dragon Flag are not up to standard. First of all, there are too many rules and the etiquette is too complicated. In real kendo, one only needs to know how to "draw the sword", and at most pay attention to the aesthetics.

This was the understanding of swords during the Warring States Period when Bushido was at its most developed. In a life-and-death battle at that time, it was considered a blessing if you didn't secretly sprinkle lime in the enemy's eyes. And why did you have to bow before a fight?

With this skill, the enemy's sword can poke your throat.

After the oath, there was another round of speeches. With the theme of "The Way of the Sword is the Way of the Heart", the opening ceremony of the Jade Dragon Flag Competition finally came to an end.

"Please come to the big screen to watch the list of contestants."

Under the gazes of Tsurukawa Nanami and Shiratori Mori, Kiyomiya Kaede stood up and walked forward.

He was tall, strong and flexible, and he squeezed to the front easily.

The first page doesn't have it, and the second page doesn't have it either.

Qing Gong Feng knew that their Nanamori Kendo Club was scheduled for the next day, so he continued reading.

Soon, a line of words "Tokyo Metropolitan Nanamori High School" came into his sight, and the school he was going to play against for the first time was——

Kanagawa Prefectural Shinjo High School.

When he told Shiraki Ryoko the result, she responded with, "What? Shinjo High School? I've never heard of it."