I became popular after inheriting the Yo-kai Curio Shop

You Xingyue really didn't expect Shi Wu Banquet to do this.

What are you feeling guilty about?

You Xingyue is very funny: Does anyone dare to criticize Shufu?

As Director Cheng said, giving Ferris balls to cats to play with is very in line with Boss You's style of doing things - You Xingyue really likes to do such kind of detrimental things.

Therefore, Cheng Mingqian didn't think about it at all.

Cheng Feifei walked into the store with his tail curled up, feeling: "If you are close to vermilion, you will be red, if you are close to ink, you will be black."

If he learns You Xingyue's behavior style, the Yin Division will probably complain endlessly.Fortunately, she and Zhoufu are colleagues, not subordinates.

Going back and forth for tens of thousands of years is like a day, who would have thought that after staying with You Xingyue for less than a month, he has already learned You Xingyue's bad intentions.

Shi Wuyan lowered his eyes: "He hurt you."

You Xingyue stopped to pick up the suitcase.

Shi Wuyan: "I don't like him."

You Xingyue held the handle a little harder: "Yes."

……

During the few days when the antique shop was closed, Qi Zhiyu went to cram school as usual.

The antique shop had been open normally for so long, and after he provoked Ferres, the antique shop was suddenly asked to rectify it. Qi Zhiyu knew very well that the problem was caused by himself.

He originally wanted to apply to drop out of school with his boss, intending to go out to work to earn money and return it to the boss, but the boss looked at him sullenly for a while.

Qi Zhiyu is obviously hundreds of thousands of years older than the boss, but under the gaze of the boss, he is restless, lowering his head and desperately thinking about what mistakes he has made recently, but finally couldn't think of it, so he called out pitifully: "Brother, brother ..."

The boss's expression changed instantly, he smiled helplessly, and just stroked his hair: "Good boy, go to school well."

Later, Chaobo told Qi Zhiyu that the age on his ID card was not yet of age, and that when he really went out to work, he was a knife spirit with no common sense, no education, and no age.

Qi Zhiyu had no choice but to give up the idea of ​​going out to work.

Qi Zhiyu was in a dull mood and lowered his head to do his homework, but physics is too difficult. If you can barely understand mathematics, physics is like a bible.

Tao Tao lay on the table, turned off her cell phone, and looked at Qi Zhiyu inquisitively—she had just received a message from her father, saying that the General Administration had given news that the Feles family had been deported.

A few days ago, she and Fa Xiao went out to pack a vampire's sack, and missed a Ferrez. Although she was out of character, she also knew that the matter was important, so she quickly called the Non-Human Administration Bureau.Who knew that the adult demon on the wire smiled inexplicably, and comforted her: "Let that bat die, and leave him alone."

From that day on, Tao Tao knew that her white tablemate was probably not human.

Tao Tao thought about it, and couldn't help but look at Qi Zhiyu's hand.

Slender and fair, with calluses on the knuckles, it looks very tasty.

Tao Tao gnawed at her hand: She was hungry again.

There is no way, Taotie's appetite is always extraordinarily strong.

In order to divert attention, Tao Tao said: "I have a Taekwondo class in the afternoon."

Jingming High School's cram school runs from [-]:[-] am to [-]:[-] pm, and then there is an interest class. Because it is a cram class, the students' interest classes are not fixed, and they will be determined after the official term starts.

It is now the last culture class.

Qi Zhiyu wondered: "Taekwondo?"

Tao Tao has no interest in the embroidered fists and legs developed by human beings: "Foreign self-defense techniques, they must not be as good as yours."

Qi Zhiyu pursed her lips: "Why do you want to learn from foreign countries?"

This made it difficult for Tao Tao, who was full of recipes in his head: "Uh... I don't know."

The last class in the afternoon passed quickly, and Qi Zhiyu took a Taekwondo class with curiosity and incomprehension.

Qi Zhiyu's class has the worst average grades, and it's a well-known special class in Jingming High School—except for a few students who really have special skills, most of the students are rich second-generation who are too lazy to study.

Therefore, the coaches in the class were cautious, for fear of hurting this group of delicate young masters and ladies.Qi Zhiyu came late, the class had already had two classes.

The coach led the students to warm up, taught two basic movements, and then divided the students into two groups to supervise each other's practice.

When Qi Zhiyu was assigned, the coach looked at him who was the shortest in the class: "..."

Today's children are well-nourished, and high school students aged sixteen or seventeen are astonishingly tall.Qi Zhiyu looked fair and delicate, also thin, and looked like he was not well nourished.

The coach hesitated for a moment, and assigned Qi Zhiyu to Tao Tao. In order to take care of Qi Zhiyu's self-esteem, the coach said, "I heard from the head teacher that you are a new student. You haven't attended the previous class. You may not be used to the teaching methods of Jingming High School. Let your tablemate practice with you first..."

"Coach coach!"

A tall boy with a red belt around his waist said, "I'll practice with him!"

The coach waited reproachfully for the other party: "Luo Jian, he is a new classmate."

Luo Jianjing is 1.8 meters tall, has a red belt in Taekwondo, and has won the provincial championship. From the rank to the ranking, he has nothing to say. The coach used to think that Luo Jian was a young man with great martial arts. Why did he make such a request today?Bullying the new kid?

Luo Jian scratched his head anxiously: "Coach! He may have fought, and he also learned martial arts! I want to compare with him."

The coach looked at Qi Zhiyu's thin and fair appearance, and didn't quite believe it.

Scientifically speaking-martial arts competitions are graded according to weight, no matter how good this kid is, he is far behind Luo Jiangao in terms of weight.

Qi Zhiyu was also a little curious, and he raised his hand: "Coach, I want to try."

The coach refused to agree: "It's too nonsense! You have no foundation in Taekwondo, and Luo Jian has a red belt. He is a serious provincial champion, not a rank bought with money!"

Qi Zhiyu explained: "I am a traditional martial arts student. I have never competed with fellow Taekwondo compatriots before. This time I want to try it. Coach, let me try it."

Luo Jian also begged: "Do you remember that Feles? He can't beat Qi Zhiyu!"

The words of traditional martial arts shook the coach, and Luo Jian's words, coupled with Qi Zhiyu's persistence, made the coach nod: "Just click."

Other students in the class also gathered around, and some people couldn't help but took out their mobile phones to take pictures: when Qi Zhiyu left Ferres last time, some people wanted to take pictures, but the process ended too quickly, until Ferres was pinned to the ground , Some people just raised their phones.

Finally got a chance to take a good shot this time.

Someone asked Tao Tao: "Hey, it is said that your tablemate is a direct disciple of a martial arts family, is it true?"

Tao Tao was speechless: "How do I know?"

It's starting to get outrageous.

Uh... But the truth seems to be even more outrageous.After all, Qi Zhiyu is a monster, but I don't know what kind of monster it is.

"I don't think I can beat it," said a boy. "The last time I won against Ferrez was probably a surprise. After all, Luo Jian has a red belt, and he has more experience after playing so many games."

The people next to them were talking, and the coach asked the two of them to stand on the thick mat, gave some instructions, and blew the whistle.

The coach stared at the two nervously, for fear of accidents.

I saw Luo Jian set up his posture and took the initiative to punch!

This punch was aimed at the door, Qi Zhiyu raised his hand to push the punch away, he could see before he started that Luo Jian's foot was not stable enough.

Qi Zhiyu clamped Luo Jian's right arm, stretched out and kicked Luo Jian's right leg away!

Luo Jian's lower body was indeed not stable enough, and his right foot moved, and Qi Zhiyu caught the opening, grabbed the neckline and fell onto the mat over his shoulder.

Luo Jian only felt the world spinning in front of his eyes, and he was lying on the ground. He blinked and said slowly: "Damn——"

The fuck is faster than he can wrestle somersaults by himself.

The most powerful thing was that he didn't feel any big impact even though he was thrown down, it was as if he fell lightly on the bed.

Luo Jian's Chinese, which has been failing all year round, suddenly reached its peak at this moment, and a word popped up in his mind: "Lifting the weight as if it is light."

His net weight was nearly [-] kilograms, and he was thrown just like that.

Qi Zhiyu's two moves were so fast that even the coach didn't react.

Qi Zhiyu has been killing people since elementary school, and there is no unnecessary movement in the flowing clouds and flowing water. He is precise and concise to directly achieve the goal - if he wants to knock Luo Jian down, there will be no hesitation when he strikes.

However, such an extremely refined fight is unexpectedly entertaining - silky, too silky, without muddy water, without any fancy postures, and every move is as smooth as it is engraved in the genes.

Tao Tao was the first to applaud: "Porcelain country martial arts, enjoy silky smoothness!"

She even whistled twice, and applause and cheers sounded at the same time under her leadership:

Luo Jian lay on the mat and gave a thumbs up: "Nice!"

All of a sudden, the spacious training room was filled with various cheers.

The coach said with difficulty: "Qi Zhiyu wins."

Qi Zhiyu pursed her lips, stood on the mat, her fair face flushed slightly, and smiled at Tao Tao embarrassedly.

But Qi Zhiyu's good mood ended before school ended - yesterday's math and physics test papers were handed out, and he did not do well in the test.

Tao Tao stuffed the paper she had just passed into her schoolbag, and turned around to find her missing deskmate.

She thought for a while, then patted her deskmate on the shoulder: "Hey, don't be sad, we are all special students, grades are not that important."

You monster, so why do you care about grades?

Qi Zhiyu was still sad, she lowered her head and slowly sorted out her homework.

Tao Tao hurried back to eat, dragged her schoolbag and ran out, when she ran to the door, she suddenly turned her head, and her deskmate was indeed a pitiful little cabbage.

She sighed, and with the thought of caring for her compatriots, she shouted: "Qi Zhiyu!"

Qi Zhiyu raised his head.

Tao Tao gave a thumbs up: "Your martial arts are really good, thank you for protecting me from Feles last time."

Otherwise, I'd kill that broken bat on the spot.

Qi Zhiyu's eyes lit up: "Really?"

Tao Tao smiled: "Of course it's true."

She waved and turned to go home, her ponytail bobbing behind her.

Qi Zhiyu looked at her back and clenched his fists.Instead of taking the subway, he walked back to the antique shop.

Along the way, he paid special attention to the various teaching and auxiliary institutions on the road, and sure enough there were many teaching taekwondo.

Qi Zhiyu stood outside the big glass window, a little lost: In this era, he really seems useless.

Dao Ling, who has been around for more than 1000 years, thinks of his [-]-point mathematics and single-digit physics, and hates himself from the bottom of his heart-I am so useless.

But maybe I can do something that only I can do.

You Xingyue was looking at the apology gift from the Xiguo blood clan, when he saw Qi Zhiyu walking home with his head down.

"what happened?"

You Xingyue pushed away the pearl box at hand, Cheng Mingqian was about to take out two pearls to play with, when Shi Wuyan closed the box.

Cheng Mingqian: "..."

Is it really good to stay by You Xingyue's side back and forth?

Qi Zhiyu quickly shook his head: "It's nothing."

You Xingyue stood in front of Qi Zhiyu. He was 1.8 meters tall, much taller than Qi Zhiyu, and he could see Xiao Dao Ling's reddish eye sockets at a glance.

"I heard from the teacher in charge that you did two test papers today," You Xingyue thought about it, "Is it because you are crying because of the questions?"

Qi Zhiyu: "..."

It's embarrassing to cry when doing a question.

You Xing smiled more, he was just joking, he didn't think Qi Zhiyu would cry because he couldn't solve the problem, he squatted down with his hands on his knees: "You don't tell me, because you think I can't help you?"

Qi Zhiyu pinched the strap of her schoolbag helplessly, scratching her head: "I, I feel that I... am quite useless, I failed the exam and failed."

"But boss!" He plucked up his courage, "I think I can wake up again, which proves that I must have other uses in this world! I want to do my best to promote traditional martial arts."

Xiao Dao Ling's eyes are full of expectation and longing: "Maybe one day they will remember that in the dusty history books, those deceased characters used our traditional martial arts to protect us."

Qi Zhiyu clasped his hands together, and said anxiously: "When I finish my studies, can I open a martial arts gym to teach martial arts?"

You Xing tilted his head and listened. After a while, he slowly curled the corners of his lips: "The times have changed, we don't have to open a martial arts gym to carry forward the tradition."

He clapped his hands: "Ultra thin."

Ultra-thin boots on the spot: "I obey the boss, searching the entire network of video sites."

"Do you want to become a rising star in the martial arts world, boy?!"