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Through the open lattice fan, the three people standing by the maple tree not far away watched the scene in the kendo gym, quietly admiring it without saying a word.

Indoors, a teenager's hair is half-tied, and the short braids are loosely placed on the back of his head. If you don't pay attention, outsiders may think it's a little girl.

He was wearing a white kendo jacket with wide cuffs that just covered his elbows, exposing a white and tender forearm; his lower body was wearing a black hakama, with a hakama belt wrapped around his waist several times, forming a slim waist.

When wearing the kendo uniform, the boy's perfect body proportions can be seen at a glance. The man pushed the old-fashioned black-rimmed glasses, and kept his eyes on the narrow waist.

Xu Aisheng put a fist on his lips and coughed lightly, reminding him in a low voice: "Please restrain your perverted laugh."

In the kendo hall, Tang Zhi held the handle of the knife with both hands, and kept stabbing the puppet in front of him. The parts where the bamboo knife fell were concentrated on the head, throat and waist.Every time he launched an attack, the young man would call out qihe, and his clothes flew flying, his voice, steps and sword all coordinated together, his movements were clean and swift, and he was as powerful as a bamboo.

Xu Aisheng couldn't help admiring after seeing it: "Although I don't know the way of swordsmanship, the young master wields the sword with a heroic posture, restraint but full of strength, which makes people feel a kind of aesthetic tension of hardness and softness. I seem to understand this fighting technique The tradition is beautiful."

The man behind him politely translated to Mr. Yamamoto.

"Thank you for your compliment, Mr. Xu. Mr. Xu's feeling is correct. Kendo originated from Chinese swordsmanship. From a formal point of view, it may not be as diverse and dexterous as swordsmanship. But the uniqueness of traditional kendo lies in the 'Tao', which is also true. It’s its beauty.” After hearing this, Kazuki Yamamoto smiled slightly and explained to them: “Kendo, which combines Chinese Zen and Confucianism, emphasizes the unity of mind, technique, and body, and emphasizes the clear mirror and still water. The way of self-cultivation.”[1]

"However, Rangtai's condition is still a little bit worse today. His heart is impetuous, he is not focused enough, and he is too hostile when he swings the sword." Speaking of this, he looked at the young man in the kendo gym and sighed, "Self-restraint, self-restraint."

As soon as the words fell, the young man raised the bamboo knife and slashed at the puppet's neck, then turned around, shouted, and raised the knife again to slash.

The boy remained standing still, his face flushed from the movement, and he was staring at the puppet panting.

Kazuki Yamamoto shook his head, and then turned to Xu Aisheng and the others: "I asked Mr. Kobayashi to prepare some Japanese-style desserts, please."

When they left, the interpreter was at the end. He looked back at the direction of the gymnasium, and happened to see the boy throwing the broken bamboo knife on the ground, and then sat down on the spot, with his head bowed, his back feeling suffocated and sad.

Passing through the courtyard and approaching the tea room, the man suddenly said from behind: "Please allow me to go to the bathroom."

Xu Aisheng couldn't understand, and looked at him strangely: "What did you say?"

Kazuki Yamamoto replied: "Mr. Bei, please feel free. Do you know how to get there?"

Ignoring Xu Aisheng, the man said to Kazuki Yamamoto: "Please don't worry, we can find the way."

After leaving the two of them, he didn't go to the main house, but went back to the courtyard where he first came, and walked in another direction.

At this time, a figure appeared in the corridor. Mr. Xiaolin was holding gardening scissors for pruning pine branches in his hand. He watched the young man disappear through the side door. He straightened up in front of the bonsai and smiled: "That child, you are working hard."

Under the winter sun, the scissors reflected a faint light.

Tang Zhi sat in the Kendo Gym for a while, until a gust of wind blew in from the door, he felt a slight chill and moved his body.

He got up and picked up the sword, and put it on the shelf against the wall. He picked up the thermos cup on the ground and took a sip of water, and then took a towel to wipe the sweat from his forehead and cheeks.

After resting almost, he was going to go back to his room to take a shower first.

After the practice, he didn't feel much better. He couldn't concentrate during the practice, and he took the puppet as the strange man from last night, so he didn't control his strength well, so that he chopped off the bamboo knife in the end.It was originally an exercise for self-cultivation, but it was simply used by him to vent his emotions. He knew that this was wrong.

Thinking about it all the way, he walked through the courtyard and walked towards the back door of the main house. When he was about to turn a corner, he was suddenly hugged from behind.

Tang Zhi was startled, and had no time to react. He had never encountered such a thing at home, and he would not be prepared, so the surprise attack behind him caught him off guard.

The tall man behind him completely wrapped him in his arms, and stubbornly dragged him to the corner of the courtyard.During the process, the man moved dishonestly with one hand, touched and pinched his waist, and tried to untie the hakama belt wrapped around his waist, but it was too complicated to untie, so the hand continued to reach down, rubbing Pinch the boy's buttocks.

Tang Zhi's face turned red, this was completely sexual|harassment|harassment!

Having encountered such things one after another within two days, the young man couldn't bear it any longer, pulled away the man's hand, turned around and slapped the person behind him severely: "You bastard! How dare you!"

There was an extremely loud "snap", the man was hit over his head, and his glasses were thrown out immediately.

He raised his hand and was about to hit again, when Tang Zhi raised his eyes and saw the man's side face, he froze on the spot.

Turning back slowly, the man looked at him and smiled ironically: "Why don't you hit me?"

"Bo Ye..." Tang Zhi opened his mouth, unable to say anything more, and gradually put down his hands.

After experiencing the initial shock, I only felt sad for no reason, and I was sick with longing. When I saw him standing in front of me, my eyebrows and eyes moved suddenly, and tears appeared faintly.

"Relieved?"

As Bo Ye approached little by little, Tang Zhi backed away in panic.When he was almost at the edge of the wall, the man pushed his shoulder lightly, and the boy leaned against the wall.

"Young master, do you want to hit him a few more times?" Bo Ye took his hand and pressed it on his face meanly.

There was a red palm print on the man's left cheek, when Tang Zhi's cold hand touched it, he could feel the heat there.He caressed the side of his face distressedly, tears were rolling: "I'm sorry, I didn't know it was you."

When Tang Zhi relaxed his posture, it was softer than the softest pastry. Bo Ye slightly lowered his head and let his hand caress him, the anger in his heart dissipated a little.

Tang Zhi: "Does it hurt?"

Lifting his eyes to look at him, the man was very shameless: "It won't hurt if you kiss."

Caught off guard and being molested, Tang Zhi couldn't adapt: ​​"You...are you not angry anymore?"

Two months ago, the necklace was returned, and at that time he knew that Bo Ye would never forgive him.

"Why are you not angry? You are so angry that you don't even want to see you again. If someone cheated your feelings and your body, would you be angry instead?" Bo Ye sneered, and then said: "But I'm angry with you. He's a man of principle."

Although he was prepared to be hated, but when he heard the man say it, he still couldn't face it. Tang Zhi lowered his head and put down his hands.

"Don't tell anyone?" Bo Ye looked at his lonely face, and picked his chin in a funny way, "Guilty? I know I'm wrong? Have you figured out how to make up for my hurt heart?"

Tang Zhi let him tease him, but when he lowered his eyes, he saw a silver-gray ring on the index finger of the man's right hand.

The teenager grabbed his hand and turned it over. When he saw the same bracket as in the video, he immediately understood what was going on.

"Bo Ye!" He looked at the man with red eyes, "Was it you last night!"

Worrying about that kind of thing all morning, after finding out that it was a man's prank, he was angry and resentful, but he also felt a sense of relief from a false alarm in his heart.

He didn't betray himself, he didn't betray Bo Ye.

Knowing that he was cheating, and ignoring the little fluster in his heart, the man pretended to be righteous: "One person sleeps once, and it's evened out."

"You're too much!" Tang Zhi cried instantly, and pushed him with a blushing face, "I'm so scared, I don't know who it is, and I always think of you, and I feel sad when I think of you, I hate when people touch me, Bo Ye, you're going too far..."

Seeing him crying out of breath, Bo Ye suddenly softened, grabbed his hand and pressed it against the wall.

"You also think about me when you do that kind of thing." He approached the boy, looked down at his face, and said softly, "Do you still like me?"

He knew that Tang Zhi had him in his heart, otherwise he wouldn't have cried and called his name during the orgasm, and later apologized so hard that he was embarrassed to bully him any more in the end.

Realizing that he accidentally slipped the tongue, Tang Zhi turned his face to avoid his breath, sobbing silently, unwilling to admit it himself.

"Can't you be more honest with me?" Seeing him stubbornly not letting go, Bo Ye sighed, "Since you want to push me away so much, then I'm leaving."

After finishing speaking, I really let go of him and wanted to leave.

"Bo Ye..." Tang Zhi called him from behind with a crying voice, "Don't..."

Immediately stopped, Bo Ye let out a smile, knowing that he couldn't bear to part with him, just about to turn around to comfort him, the young man said again: "Don't go through the front door, you will be found if you go out like this."

Forgot to ask how he got in, Tang Zhi only knew that he couldn't let him go out in such a grand manner, it would be terrible if his grandfather found out.

"..." Bo Ye almost fainted from anger. He turned his head to look at the young man, his anger surged, and his tone was not very good: "Where do you go if you don't go through the front door? Is there any other door in your house?"

Tang Zhi grabbed his sleeves to wipe his tears, walked over to hold his sleeves: "Come with me."

Bo Ye laughed back in anger, and followed him to see how he could send him out.

The two walked around the west side of the main house and walked to another wall. Tang Zhi pushed aside the wooden flower stand by the wall, and a semi-circular arch appeared at the base of the wall, the height of which reached his knees.

Tang Zhi squatted down, opened the bolt on the wooden arch, opened the door and raised his face to look at the man: "There was a golden retriever at home before, so I will keep this door, or you..."

The boy glanced at the opened wooden door, with obvious meaning.

"My mother..." Bo Ye put one hand on his waist and wiped his face with the other, "Tang Zhi, you..."

He pointed at Tang Zhi, then pointed at the door opening, and was so angry that he vomited blood: "This is called a dog's hole! It's not called a door!"

Tang Zhi's eyes were still stained with tears, and he pouted: "Is there a big difference? Is it all right if you can go out?"

"..." Bo Ye said goodbye manually, "I choose the front door."