Net King Simulation Game

The dojo is very quiet, except for my own heartbeat and breathing, there are only the sounds made by the two players on the field.The wooden floor was hit with a thud, and the tatami mat also made a rustling sound with the movement of the feet. You moved back and forth several times with the two people who were hit, and the sleeves of the trouser legs danced with the movement. There was a roar, and from time to time there were one or two dull sounds of body collisions and shouts of moves. In addition, there were scores reported by young people who followed them and acted as referees.

Just looking at it makes me feel very nervous. If I really play, I will definitely be the one who is seconded. The three-legged cat's kung fu is not enough for others to stick their teeth, and even the momentum is not worth watching.

The dojo of Hiyoshi’s family has its own school, I didn’t ask about the specific school, the teaching is orthodox, the style of study is rigorous, and the guidance is professional, which is completely different from some of the dojos I saw in China before.

There were not many people who came to watch the competition today, most of them were family members and friends of some students. There were two women in their 30s sitting next to me. The older one was wearing a simple home dress. Wearing a simple and ordinary Japanese-style hair bun, she is sitting upright on her knees, looking straight ahead, with a gentle and serious expression. The appearance and temperament cannot be called Yamato Nadeko, but at least one look can tell that she is a well-educated full-time housewife.In comparison, the other one is much inferior, but fortunately, his appearance is also correct, but he can't see anything else.

A little further to the side is an elderly old lady, she is wrinkling her chrysanthemum face, smiling and greeting the little grandson who is sitting on the opposite side with a serious face.There is also the little girl on my left. It is estimated that the one who is competing is her brother. She is watching seriously. Her small and cute face is full of tension and excitement, and she keeps changing her expressions with the movements of the two. It is really interesting. tight.

After taking a cursory look around, I was keenly aware that someone was looking at me when I came back to my senses.

It's Rijiruo.

He was kneeling and sitting in the first place in the row of students under his father's left hand. He was wearing the white clothes and Japanese-style culottes he wore when training and instructing students the last time he came here. He seemed a little nervous, and from time to time I glanced over here, my face was tense, outsiders looked handsome and cool, and people couldn't help but praise "the demeanor of the owner of the Hiyoshi Pavilion at a young age", but the blinking eyes betrayed his true emotions.

I didn't understand what he was worried about. Since there was no noise in the game, I didn't dare to speak out, so I had to show him a comforting smile.His face softened, and within two seconds he put on that cool expression again.

At this moment, the competition had just come to an end, and he was about to come over, but was stopped by the middle-aged man who was sitting on the side.He looked back at me with deep eyes and a helpless expression on his face. He was inexplicable and didn't know what he wanted to express, which made me very depressed.

Goldfinger told me that something bad was going to happen next.

I was confused by Hijiruo's last look, and the lady in kimono on the side talked to me cheerfully.

"The little girl is very unfamiliar. Is this the first time?"

I moved my sore leg quietly, trying to relieve the numbness in my leg, but it didn't seem to work, on the contrary, it made the numbness worse.

I hate sitting on my knees!

It is said that the kneeling sitting posture was introduced to Japan in ancient China, so is it the fault of my family in the final analysis?No, no, kneeling was actually introduced from the Western Regions after the Southern and Northern Dynasties, and it was called Hu Zuo at that time.

Cough, far away.

No matter how painful and entangled I was, I still had to put on a show on the surface, so I tried to squeeze out a smile and responded: "It's the second time, but it's the first time I've seen this kind of scene. Madam is here to see my child." game?"

The latter sentence is really nonsense. It’s just for greetings. If you want to communicate with others normally, you must first find a topic that the other party is interested in. You can’t talk too much nonsense.

"But he probably won't be playing today." The woman said indifferently, her eyes were on me, but she didn't take her attention away from the field.

I was choked by her words, and finally replied dryly, "Your child must be very powerful."

I don't know what I said wrong, but the woman chuckled softly with a snort.I didn't expect such a situation to happen, so I just stood there in a daze and waited for her to recover.

"I don't know if it's serious or not, but his eyes have always been very good." When he said the first half of the sentence, his expression was normal. When he said the second half of the sentence, the woman's eyes completely changed. His eyes looked at me with a smile, sparkling, probing, and more curious.

"Actually, I'm very curious. Originally, I thought that with that boy's temperament, he would not be able to talk to girls."

Seeing that the topic turned in an unknown direction, the more we talked, the more we felt something was wrong.

Looking carefully at the appearance of the woman in front of me, there is nothing unreasonable, but I just feel something is wrong, but I can't tell.

Looking at the other party's dark purple eyes, he was distracted for a while, and suddenly thought of a possibility.

Before and after the combination, I can no longer guess the identity of the other party, and I am the biggest fool in the world.

It stands to reason that most people would be a little nervous when they encounter this kind of situation, but I sadly found that I was thundered too many times, and my nerves were numb.Now I just feel a sigh of relief in my heart, because Rijiruo didn't tell me that his mother was there.

I twitched the corners of my mouth, and I said author Sang, can this kind of rotten old stalk not be cooked anymore?If you have bad teeth, take it easy. It is very expensive to fix your teeth these days. Let me go, and you too.

I don't care what kind of thunder is rolling on my side, the outside is scorched and the inside is tender, the woman who is suspected of being someone's mother starts talking on her own, and doesn't care whether others are listening or not, how awkward it is to bring out her own son , how shy, how uncute.Fortunately, in order to ensure the smooth progress of the simulated competition, there is still an open space between the audience area and the competition area, so there is no need to worry about disturbing them.

I want to cry without tears.

Author Sang, I want to go back to Earth qaq.

And my feet are so numb and painful, when can I rest?

"Oh, I'm so rude, I don't know your name yet." After a while, the woman put away her "son's growth history" thinking that had spread to some alien planet as if she remembered something, and looked at me with a smile: " You can call me Ayano."

"I'm Aoi, or call me Kong."

After telling each other their names, the woman said she had something to do and left first. As soon as she left, Rijiruo avoided others and came over.

He scanned it up and down carefully, and was relieved when he found that there were no missing arms or legs.I was confused by his exaggerated reaction.

Do I need to do this, am I a fragile item?

"How?" he asked me.

I am embarrassed: "How about what?"

"..." He was probably also embarrassed, but he relaxed a little because of it.His movements just now were terribly stiff.

But now it's me.

I pulled Rijiruo's slightly wide sleeves, and he approached a little bit under my gaze. I leaned into his ear and lowered my voice as much as possible: "When can I rest?" Be low-key, the auditorium is already Several people pointed at me and discussed in low voices.

He looked puzzled.

I twitched the corners of my mouth, feeling uncomfortable all over: "My feet... are numb." I felt that my legs had lost all feeling.

"……puff!"

I immediately exploded, and growled: "Don't laugh!" My self-control is still good, at least I didn't go berserk, and besides, we are not so easy to get angry, right?I don't want to be kicked out, it's so embarrassing.

"Go over there and take a rest, there is a small cubicle there." When he was speaking, he still had an obvious smile on his face.Due to the severe numbness of my legs, I moved at a slow speed with the help of an arm lent by Hiyoshi Wakayoshi.However, it was also because of the severe numbness, every step I took was as painful as being pricked by ten thousand needles, and most of my body weight was on the boy Riji.So in other people's eyes, I was carried away by Rijiruo, although the fact is not so bad.In this regard, I don't think there is anything wrong, it's just that I ignored Kirakira's eyes that focused together at some point behind me.

Of course, I couldn’t notice these because of the numbness of my legs that took away all my attention. If not, I would definitely complain back—Nimma, are you all busy!Damn you guys, aren't you competing!

After finally moving to the small cubicle that Rijiruo mentioned, I completely ignored the so-called image, and sat down directly, with the hem of the skirt dangerously covering the spring, and my white thighs were just exposed [河蟹 Long time no see] In the air, but I didn't bother to worry about this anymore, and started rubbing my calf with a bitter face.Rijiruo took out some refreshments and drinks to entertain me, and got a small blanket to cover my lap by the way.

"Is this considered to be a small stove?" I was not polite at all, I picked up a bowl of tea and poured myself a bowl. Seeing this, Rijiruo insisted that he, the host, pour the tea.This small compartment is just a screen-like partition added to the corner, so as long as you move it a little, you can still see the outside situation clearly.

"Where, are you a guest?"

Rijiruo replied very naturally, and poured himself a glass as well.

He looked at me carefully, with a hesitant expression, I knew he had something to say, and it must have something to do with the woman just now.He didn't say anything, and I wasn't in a hurry. I waited for him to ask.Hmph, I am a person who holds grudges.

"Aoi, my mother, that one just now, what did she tell you?" After hesitating to look, he always asked.Hesitantly, I am really not used to it.

I blew on the tea lightly, took another sip tentatively, "You care?"

He nodded and admitted very frankly, so that I didn't have time to implement my plan to slowly grind to relieve my anger.

I threw the tea aside and squinted at him: "What's more, you didn't even say that your parents will be here today!"

Yes, I'm just angry about this, what if I say something wrong and leave a bad impression!

If there is a God's perspective, Rijiruo's psychology will be like this

——It is because they are all here today that I brought you here. My mother has been talking about me for a long time.

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