[Comprehensive] What should I do if Mr. Ban sees me? !

Mochizuki Baitao only played with the dance machine when she was a child, but she didn't play it much when she grew up.However, she recently heard that the current dance machine has a new function, which can completely scan the player's appearance, make a 3D simulation character, and project it on the screen.

It's the equivalent of watching yourself dance.

As soon as she and Uchiha Madara stood on the dance machine, it was as if they were under the spotlight, and they were immediately surrounded by three layers inside and three layers outside.

The whistle kept ringing.

"Wow, these two are so handsome!"

Explained the basic operation to Uchiha Madara, and seeing the other party nodded proudly, Mochizuki Baitao then looked at the big screen, stretched out his hand, and chose a song that would not use the injured hand, and then selected a song on the next page. 3D simulation.

[Drip, the system is scanning, please wait...]

[Sorry, your appearance has exploded and cannot be copied. Please choose the character that comes with the system. 】

Mochizuki Baitao: "..."

This is a coquettish operation.

The same is true of the ancestors.

For the first time, someone's face value was so high that the system could not recognize it.The people around gasped, followed by more intense cheers: "Handsome guys and beautiful women! Come on and dance!"

Mochizuki Baitao had no choice but to choose two Q version characters that came with the system.

Uchiha Madara looked at the ugly Q-version character, and followed him to make exactly the same actions, with a bit of disgust in his eyes.

Games start--

……

Almost everyone in the game hall gathered around the dancing machine, and there were people who came to have a look after hearing the news.

"I heard that there are people dancing over there! Both men and women are so handsome!"

"I can't close my legs anymore!"

"It's better to dance! It's better to dance than to fall in love—"

A hot dance made all the cells in Uchiha Madara's body boil.Although it is still not as enjoyable as fighting with Hashirama, it is not interesting.

When the rhythm eased, he looked at the screen next to him and showed his first wanton smile in these days: "Not bad, you can actually keep up with my rhythm."

So far, the scores of the two are on par.

For some reason, I always feel that it is very dangerous to be targeted by my ancestors in this regard.

Mochizuki Baitao curled her lips: "Master Ban, you can't beat me."

Oh?

interesting.

Uchiha Madara snorted and focused on the dancing machine again.

At the end of the repertoire, the score between the two remained even.

At the critical moment of deciding the outcome, the crowd watching anime burst into a howl: "I'm going to sleep with Madara!"

Uchiha Madara slipped his hand——

GAMEOVER.

He stared at the screen, almost staring out of Sharingan.

He lost... He actually lost? !

One point difference!

The old ancestor's competitive spirit was aroused, but Mochizuki Baitao stopped playing.She threw all the game coins to Uchiha Madara, let him dance with others, and planned to go to the milk tea shop next to him and wait for him.

When he was about to pick up his pockets, Uchiha Madara came over, didn't say anything, just picked up a few bags, picked a suitable place in the milk tea shop and put them down, "Here?"

Mochizuki Baitao nodded, opened the stool and sat down, "Go and play."

Only then did Uchiha Madara walk back, and the onlookers automatically made way for him.

Mochizuki Baitao bit the straw, held her chin, and looked there for a while.

... The ancestor, it seems, is addicted to playing?

Uchiha Madara behaves introverted and arrogant every day, and only at this time will he show another side.

The waist-length hair swayed with the dancing posture, and he could easily do any difficult moves, and the waistline drew a beautiful line.Sometimes the hem of the clothes slides up, revealing the abdominal muscles and mermaid lines.

Hey turn the audience!

interesting!

Enough show!

The onlookers blushed with excitement.

Mochizuki Baimo pulled the phone, read Uchiha Madara's character introduction again, took a look from a distance, and after confirming that he couldn't stop for a while, half-pressed his eyelashes.

In the dark eyes, a sharp light flashed.

It's fine, no one's around.

Her fingertip tapped lightly on the empty space on the phone where there were no apps.

[Pupillary scan - pass]

[Face scan - pass]

【Fingerprint Verification—Pass】

[Ability Verification - Passed]

[Breath Verification—Pass]

……

After a series of procedures, it entered an unfamiliar interface.Mochizuki Baitao typed flexibly: Quickly research a way to let the traverser go back.

After a few seconds, a dialog box pops up: Yes.

Mochizuki Baitao closed the interface and went to buy another glass of juice.

Uchiha Madara didn't keep her waiting too long.

Breaking the record and winning the title of the highest "Asian Dance King" is an easy task for the ancestors.

"Ah, don't you want to dance, handsome guy?"

Under the pityful eyes of a group of fans, he walked to the milk tea shop on the side of the road.

Mochizuki Baitao pushed the juice on the table over and exclaimed, "Handsome."

After exercising to his heart's content, it seemed that most of the days of depression had been thrown away, and Uchiha Madara's stern face appeared more vivid.After flicking his long black hair wildly, he became even wilder.

Mochizuki Baitao stared at it for a while, "How about cutting it shorter?"

The fried hair is quite eye-catching.

Uchiha Madara drank most of the juice in one gulp, "No."

This long hair is to match Hashirama!

Mochizuki Baitao didn't force it, "Then let's go eat something."

There are almost all kinds of restaurants on the upper floors of the mall.

"Handsome guys, don't miss them when you pass by!"

"Yile Dessert Christmas Promotion! Dessert Contest! The customer who eats the most within an hour is free!"

"Free of charge! Did you hear me, no money! What are you still hesitating for desserts?! Hesitating?!"

The clerk shouted at the top of his lungs from the door.

Mochizuki Baitao stopped, thought for two seconds, and said with a serious face, "I want to eat this."

Uchiha Madara lowered his head.

The girl was small, and her height was as high as his chest, but he insisted on seeing the arrogance of [-] meters in her body!

Madara Uchiha raised his eyebrows, "Want to compete?"

"Okay," Mochizuki Baitao smiled, showing a small canine tooth, "but you may lose to me again, Mr. Madara, desserts are girls' other stomachs."

"You have the guts." Uchiha Madara took the lead to walk into the store.

How dare you continue to challenge him.

Before the dessert was served, the two sat face to face at the table.

"It's still too late to admit defeat." Mochizuki Baitao said.

Uchiha Madara sneered.

The word admit defeat is not in his dictionary!

"Hey, store manager, are those two people here to dismantle the store?" The clerk looked over there and shivered.

"What are you afraid of? Look at the two of them. They can't eat much," the store manager Flag stood up, "Hurry up, send the food over."

"Do you want to tie up your hair?" Mochizuki Baitao asked here.

I always feel that the fried hair will affect eating.

What she needs is fair play!

Uchiha Madara didn't speak, which was equivalent to acquiescing.

Mochizuki Baitao took off the black hair band on her wrist, and instead of handing it to him directly, placed it in the center of the table.

Uchiha Madara looked at her fingertips, her nails were well-groomed and made extra white by the black hair circle, and behind it was a thin wrist with slightly convex wrist bones, with a bit of skinny beauty, But not too skinny.

It was such a little guy who dared to declare war on him.

Uchiha Madara took the hair tie and tied up the hair at the back of his head at will.

Mochizuki Baitao looked at the other party's bangs and side hair that were still hanging down: "..."

Well, it's the same as not being tied.

Uchiha Madara VS Mochizuki White Peach·Second round·Eat dessert, start——

Most of the other contestants are overweight, and there is also a champion who has been on TV with a big stomach. They are very conspicuous among such a group of people.

During the hour of the race, there was nothing but sweets, just a glass of water.

After half an hour, contestants continued to lose.

Damn tired.

want to vomit.

Well, she's kind of...

No, hold on!

Mochizuki Baitao raised her head and glanced across.The contestants around him were all disfigured, but Uchiha Madara was still elegant and calm, with a very high level of self-cultivation, but his speed was not slower than anyone else!

Desserts were continuously delivered to their table.

Mochizuki Baitao gritted her teeth.

Do you still eat?

Do you still eat? ? ?

How can you eat so much? !

……

Uchiha Madara didn't pay much attention to the other contestants, but he caught a glimpse of Baitao opposite him from the corner of his eye, staring at him like a kitten, grinding his teeth bitterly, the spoon in his hand was almost crushed by her .

He was a little amused.

Another 10 minutes passed.

belch.

Hold on, hold on—no, I can't hold on!

Mochizuki Baitao raised the white flag to admit defeat.

She drank a little water and lay down on the table weakly, feeling that she didn't want to touch any sweets again this year, "Master Madara, you are awesome! My little girl is ashamed."

She whispered: "As long as you are not afraid of being fat and becoming King Wen..."

Uchiha Madara's thoughts wandered for a second.

Who is Wang Wenwang? ? ?

The shopkeeper clenched his handkerchief tightly and shed two lines of wide-faced tears——

In less than an hour, even the champion of the Big Stomach King gave up. This fried-haired student is already the champion, but he is still eating!

Still eating! ! !

Originally, only No.1 could be exempted from bills in this competition. As long as there are enough contestants, they can make up for the high bills of other contestants and earn extra profits. But, what the hell is No.1 this time? Eat more than everyone else combined!

If he eats any more, he will go bankrupt!

The owner of the shop was in a trance, and walked over with erratic footsteps, "Guest officer, we will not accept any money from you two, can you go..."

Coming out of the shop, Mochizuki Baitao reckoned that she would not have to eat today.

...I don't need to eat it tomorrow.

A lot of the onlookers in front of the big screen had dispersed, and the screen was still broadcasting the animation conscientiously, which happened to be the scene of the dirty soil spot feeling the breath between the dirty soil pillars and falling from the sky excitedly.

boom--

Smoke is everywhere!

Like a comet hitting the earth!

"I've been waiting for you for a long time! Hashirama!"

this weight...

Mochizuki Baitao turned her head silently, examining Uchiha Madara beside her.Even though he ate so much, this person didn't look like he was full, his waist and abdomen were still flat and firm.

After getting along with her all day, Uchiha Madara got acquainted with her a little bit, and his attitude became a little softer. Seeing that she was uncomfortable with something to say, he asked, "What's wrong?"

Baitao sighed: "Look at your unbelievable stomach..."

Uchiha Madara: "..."

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★Naruto: "When did Uncle Yile change to open a dessert shop???"