The day I was forced to be a detective pendant

"Xiao Zou, I have a serious question to ask you."

Between practice sessions, my social friends, classmates from the next-door department, and Zheng Yan from the canine department told me this.

Ever since Bian Yao told me that he is a dog, it is difficult for me to look at Zheng Yan with normal eyes, especially when he sticks out his tongue and wheezes after every physical training, I really can’t help myself. the reins.

Another example is at this moment, he is sitting on the mat used by the kendo club and looking up at me, his arms crossed in a posture that is no different from that of a dog.

"Say, what serious question?" In order not to reveal what I was thinking, I tried my best to ask calmly with a sullen face.

"Have you got a girlfriend yet?" Zheng Yan asked.

"Huh?" I didn't expect such a question, so I couldn't help being stunned, "Why did you say that?"

"I've heard it all, she's a cute girl." Zheng Yan said "stop pretending".

"Cute...sister?" I was really confused, "Who did you hear, and when did it happen?"

"Well, it's a high-end cafeteria over there in Jiuli. I saw you when someone went there for a birthday last time. You and a tall girl with long pink hair are still sitting on the balcony with a view that requires reservations. district."

"Ah! That..." I remembered.

In fact, as recently as Monday, our commission to find a marriage scammer finally made some headway.After a long chat and screening, we finally locked down the first suspect by matching the profile of the prisoner.However, when we asked him out to meet, because the other party was very cautious, he went around the restaurant where we were squatting in advance, and he left after seeing Xiao Fei in the photo.

After discussion, we (actually Bian Yao) thought that the person we were looking for happened to be cautious, so we missed the opportunity. We invited him again, but this time we asked Xiao Fei, who was dressed as a woman, to wear a mask and sit down. Waiting for him at the agreed table, while the few of us hid in the distance.

However, after the man appeared, we immediately found that he was not the same as the man in the wedding photo, so we sent him away directly.However, adhering to the traditional Chinese outlook on life of "everyone comes", we simply stayed in that restaurant and ate and drank a lot.

but……

"Is that restaurant expensive?" I asked.

"Eh? Don't you know?" Zheng Yan looked at me wonderingly, and suddenly showed an expression of enlightenment and disbelief: "It can't be that, the woman paid the bill, so you don't know the price at all."

He exaggeratedly covered his mouth, his eyes gleamed with gossip: "Where did you come from, the rich lady? Why can't I meet her? It's great to be a handsome guy."

"Your expression really deserves a beating!" I put my foot on his waist, "It's not just the two of us, it's just a group of friends hanging out!"

"Oh? Is Bian Yao here?"

"That's right." I said, "Bian Yao said that we went because he had some Bawang meal coupons from that buffet."

"Huh? Will there be such activities in that kind of restaurant?" Zheng Yan rolled around in disappointment, "Cut, a group of people, the girls in the school forum were still full of joy, I want to say that if you like girls, that's fine." We have another chance."

Did I get it wrong? I stared at him: "What? Why do you suspect that I don't like women."

Zheng Yan added: "But of course, there is another faction that feels sorry for Bian Yao."

"Why is this again? Why can't I understand what are you talking about at all!"

"Is Fu Dou here?" A loud male voice interrupted the mysterious conversation between us. I looked up in amazement, and saw a boy I didn't know standing at the cold windy doorway of the stadium.His temples were shaved very short, the rest of his hair was tied into a small ball at the back of his head, and he carried a bamboo sword on his back.

Zheng Yan said loudly: "You are looking for the wrong one, we don't have anyone named Fu Dou here."

"Idiot! That's our president's name!"

The man walked in, followed by at least five or six boys. He asked loudly, "Why didn't Fu Dou sign up for this competition? Could it be because he was afraid of losing?"

Seeing this, the two seniors of the Kendo Club didn't respond immediately, but moved closer to each other, whispering in an obviously too loud voice: "Ah, isn't this the one."

"The defeated general..."

"Three consecutive years, forever No.2..."

I quickly pretended to clear my throat and coughed twice, and replied: "Are you talking about this citywide kendo competition? But you are talking about senior Fu Dou... I haven't seen him since I joined the club. What's the matter? Is it great?"

"Brother Fu is very busy in his senior year, and he hasn't been to the Kendo Club for a long time, so he probably won't go to the competition either." Senior No. 1 replied politely.

"That's right, if you go to the competition and win the first place again, and then go to the provincial competition, wouldn't it be a waste of time?" Senior No. 2 continued.

Um?Why is the content not quite right.

Senior No. 1 nodded and said: "That's right, there are no competitors in the city, so the opportunity should be given to newcomers."

"What are you talking about? Is it your turn to talk to a garbage person like you! How many places are you?" The man said in a huff, "If Fu Dou doesn't come to the competition, it doesn't mean much for me to be number one."

Senior No. 1 spread out his hands: "Well, I'm trash to begin with, but I wouldn't rush into other people's schools and bark like hell."

"Cough..." the barking Zheng Yan swallowed in embarrassment.

The person who came seemed to be furious, and the companion behind him was also agitated violently, and it was about to escalate into a physical conflict. He suddenly took a deep breath and said, "It doesn't matter, the one who wanted to formally defeat him in the arena , but it's the same everywhere. Call Fu Dou now and ask him to come over immediately!"

After a pause, he said again: "If he doesn't come, none of you will leave today." He waved his hand, and a person behind him immediately slammed down on the iron gate of the stadium—but the iron gate was deformed badly Every time the door was closed, one person had to lift it and the other person pushed it. When he slammed it hard, the iron door bounced back with a loud bang.

"puff--"

"Who laughed just now!"

We all shook our heads tacitly: "No, it's not me."

Senior No. 2 looked helpless: "Okay, okay, I'll call for you, but I don't care if he comes or not."

"He will come," said the man angrily.

Senior No. 2 took out his mobile phone and dialed out. Almost instantly, the ringtone echoed in the dilapidated stadium.

Everyone: "?"

Me: "Sorry...it's my phone ringing..."

I rushed to my coat and took out my cell phone. When I looked up, I was stabbed several times by that person's eyes. Seeing that the atmosphere was really not right, I directly cut off the phone.

The phone rang a few more times before a male voice came out from the public receiver: "Hello, what's the matter?"

"Brother Fu, we're in the Kendo club, someone is looking for you here."

"Huh? Who is it?"

"Uh...that, what's it called..." Senior No. 2 recalled distressedly.

"My name is Zhou Chundong." The man said, but was completely ignored by senior No. 2. The senior explained without hesitation: "It's the little brother who has been No. 2 in the School of Foreign Languages ​​for years."

"Oh, he." said the president.

The little brother named Zhou Chundong couldn't take it anymore, grabbed the phone, and yelled into the microphone: "Coward! You are afraid of losing to me, so you don't participate in the competition at all! I knew you were such a sinister and cunning person!"

"Your temper is still so bad, what about your swordsmanship? Has it improved?" The president made a ghostly speech, "It's a pity that I'm out of town now, so I can only ask my lovely students to defeat you. It's nothing~"

Said to hang up, he really hung up the phone, the echo of the busy line echoed in the stadium, I was so embarrassed that my scalp would explode.

At this moment, the closed iron door was pushed open again, and Bian Yao, who was cursing, came in: "Damn monkey, why don't you reply to your message? How dare you hang up on me?"

A dozen or so people in the gymnasium turned their heads to look at him in unison, Bian Yao was stared at him with piercing eyes, and was stunned: "What are you doing?"

"I'm here," I waved my hand weakly, "It's not that I don't want to answer your call, it's that this little brother from another school wants to learn swordsmanship with our president, but the president is not here."

Bian Yao wondered, "What does this have to do with you?"

"He refused to let us go... He said he would have a fight with the president." I said with a bitter face.

Bian Yao looked at Zhou Chundong indifferently, glanced at him indifferently, then looked at me again, and asked: "What do I need to do? Just win him?"

Me: "Probably..."

Bian Yao said in a reasonable tone: "Then you should hurry up."

"Huh? Me???"

It’s okay not to say, Zhou Chundong immediately looked at me and asked: "Oh? You are very good? I think you also use a katachi, why don't we just compete with each other."

"Hey, hello," said the senior No. 1, "don't bully the junior."

The little brother ignored him at all and said, "Competition, dare you?"

To be honest, during the time I usually practice in the Kendo club, I mostly do some repetitive basic training. Apart from steps such as stepping, sliding, and flashing, the most common ones are all kinds of thrusts and chops. The movement of swinging the sword is because Bian Yao always said that my basic skills are poor.So in daily life, I have very little actual combat experience with humans, and I also slash monsters in the spiritual realm, which is very different from the way of accurately scoring against another human being in kendo.

"I... I'm just a newcomer," I hesitated, "If you don't mind, I can accompany you to discuss a little bit, and that's all. Then I have something to do later, can you let me go first?"

Zhou Chundong took off his shoes and stepped on the practice mat—our club was too poor to have a wooden floor dedicated to kendo in the stadium, and said loudly: "Stop talking nonsense, I'll talk when I win!"

After that, he separated his feet slightly, took out the bamboo knife and held it with both hands to the top of his head. The tip of the knife was slightly tilted to the left and rear, and he assumed a fairly standard and beautiful upper posture.His upper body was straight, and the irritability on his face was gone, only calm and focused. I couldn't help but get serious when I saw this. I held the bamboo knife in front of me with both hands, and clasped the tiger's mouth downwards, posing a lower posture for defense. .The whole stadium gathered around, ready to watch this good show that was completely unprepared.

Without any warning, Zhou Chundong's feet suddenly moved, and the bamboo sword immediately slashed towards my face.I took a step back, raised my hand to block to the right, and resolved this fast attack.But he quickly received another downward slash towards my head, and I had to take another step back, raising the knife with both hands to block to the left.The bamboo swords collided - this attack was much more powerful than the first attack, but I didn't have time to think about it, and focused on his movements.

I saw the opponent turned his elbow and wrist, and raised the knife to slash my face horizontally to the left. My body seemed to respond automatically - I slid to the right, and the wind brought by the bamboo knife blew across my face.When he was cutting the air with the bamboo knife and leaning forward, I suddenly saw the gap in his movement, so I quickly slashed at his right face.

Senior No. 1 blew a whistle, and the two of us withdrew our knives and returned to the middle position.

I had to take the lead, I was proud of myself, and after adjusting my breathing a little, I took the initiative to attack.

I raised my right foot, kicked off my left foot, and slashed at his face with both hands. The opponent quickly bent his knees slightly, and raised the knife with both hands to pick the upper left.

My saber was deflected, and there was a gap in front of me. Zhou Chundong stepped in front of me with his left foot, and with inertia, he slashed to the midline of my face.

Close the knife.

I let out a nervous breath, the entire gymnasium was silent, but I didn't dare to distract myself to look at the surrounding environment.Zhou Chundong had already grabbed the knife and attacked again, and it was aimed at my face again.I backed off with my left foot a little, and picked his sword away, wanting to repeat the same trick and take advantage of his unprepared defense when he attacked to return a point.So I kicked the ground hard and stabbed him in the throat.However, the opponent seemed to have expected it long ago. With a spin of his left foot, he hit my right wrist that was exposed by the thrust.

"You are too weak, you can see through everything, okay?" Bian Yao, who was watching, became impatient, "He is left-handed, and you always attack from the right."

I was nervous, and I almost lost my breath after listening to it, so I said angrily: "Is it No. 2 in the whole city?

Bian Yao let out a "tsk", and before he had time to say anything more, Zhou Chundong had directly used his offensive to forcibly draw my attention back.

I took a step aside to avoid his attack - his knife was very powerful, but the rhythm of the attack stopped for half a moment because of the force.When I saw this, I immediately exerted force on my feet, coupled with the strength to twist my waist, and raised the chopping knife from the bottom left to the top——Zhou Chundong couldn't block the knife in time, and I cut him in the waist.

I retracted the knife and stepped back, repositioned myself, thinking to myself——Bian Yao is right, this man's defense line on the right side is really weaker.

After a dozen or so rounds like this, Zhou Chundong and I were sweating profusely in this cold winter—I lost more than I won, and fell behind in points, but it was already much better than I expected in advance.Thinking back to those battles in the spiritual realm, they unintentionally helped me train my fighting and survival instincts.It was pitch black outside, Bian Yao spoke again.

"When will we call?"

No one paid any attention to him, I was concentrating on guarding against Zhou Chundong's actions, so I naturally ignored him.

"How long are you going to fight like this? We still have things to do." He said it again, and simply walked into the arena and took the sword from my hand.

"What are you doing?" I looked at him in astonishment.

Bian Yao pushed me by the shoulder and pushed me aside, and said to Zhou Chundong: "Let me fight with you, just for one round, how about it?"

Zhou Chundong sneered: "I don't care how much I am when I help others."

Bian Yao stood on the spot, exuding the laziness of hibernation, but the pressure caused by his height was still real.With one hand in his pocket, he held the sword loosely in the other hand, pointing the tip of the sword at the ground, without any posture of a swordsman at all.

Bian Yao raised his chin slightly and asked, "Can't you afford it?"

A blood vessel burst on Zhou Chundong's forehead.

This guy... I reluctantly gave way to the sidelines, and when I turned around, I saw Zhou Chundong had re-arranged his mid-section posture—he let out a light breath, left his right foot off the ground, and rushed forward.

Bian Yao blocked the chopping knife he was holding with one hand, and turned his wrist to block his subsequent straight cuts. If I hadn't personally experienced the power of Zhou Chundong's attack, I would have thought his defense was so easy and effortless. strength.

At this time, Bian Yao suddenly took a step with his left foot, but saw that Zhou Chundong's sword was half a beat behind, as if he had foreseen it, before it struck the air [-] centimeters in front of Bian Yao.

Zhou Chundong's pupils dilated, but it was too late.

"Can't you see the opponent's next move? You just know that you are rushing without thinking." I remember Bian Yao asked me this way in a spiritual realm.

"How could I see what he was about to do!" I replied angrily at the moment.

Bian Yao swung the tip of his sword half a circle in the air, and slashed to the root of Zhou Chundong's hilt - although it was with one hand, it was so powerful that he directly lifted his sword out of his hand and flew halfway across the field.

Zhou Chundong let go of the bamboo sword, with a dazed face, before he could react, Bian Yao had already dropped all the bamboo swords in his hand, and quickly tapped Zhou Chundong's forehead, throat and chest with the handle, then jumped a step and said : "Three points, I won, let it go."

From the beginning to the end, he never took his dominant left hand out of his trouser pocket.

Bian Yao threw the bamboo knife over, and I caught it in a hurry.Bian Yao waved his fingers and said flatly, "Pack up your things and leave, it's time to work."

The author says:

Why do so many people suspect that Bian Yao is not Gong_(:з」∠)_ Bian Yao: I am helping my monkey, who has any objections?