Something is wrong with Miss Yukinoshita

"Okay, very spirited."

"Mr. Hiratsuka who doesn't knock on the door, this is not Enoshima, there is no Tianzun Yang Jian, and there is no recruiting minor."

Yukinoshita Yukino habitually criticizes this, and Hiratsuka Shizuya still habitually ignores this harmless accusation.

"Next time, I have something to say to Mochizuki this time."

She also kept her gaze on the crutch for a few seconds.

"is it serious?"

"Seriously, I want to take another two years off."

"Come on, you still have the mind to talk nonsense, how serious can it be?"

The woman waved her fist, thinking that he was a wounded person, so she had to give up.

"Let's make a long story short, Mochizuki Xun, you were originally transferred, and with the leave, your attendance score this semester is not enough, and you will suffer in the overall quality evaluation."

"Does it have any effect?"

"Yes, it may lead to repetition."

Hiratsuka nodded quietly: "Originally, there is room for buffering these attendances, but you are different from most people, and you don't have club bonus points, so it is very dangerous."

"Isn't the ministry of service counted as a club?"

"The number of people is not enough, it can only be regarded as a club, but Yukinoshita is a normal enrollment, with the grade ranking and attendance rate to support it, and there will be no problems you need to face for the time being."

"So, I have to quickly find a society that is willing to take me in, and then get this damn general quality evaluation?"

"I'm glad you understand my suggestion." The woman patted him on the shoulder: "Murazheng-san also has the same trouble. She took a half-month vacation a while ago, so she joined the Kendo club... Oh, Muramasa-san , if it is convenient, can you take this kid to the club activity area, and solve the matter early, so as not to be too late later. "

"Is it the Kendo Department? I thought it would be a place like the Literature Department."

"I had been exposed to kendo with my father before, and it was very easy, so I decided." Qianshou Cunzheng explained.

Kaoru Mochizuki touched his chin, still doubtful: "At this time, the Kendo Club should be conducting club activities."

The girl did not answer his question again, but looked at Shizuka Hiratsuka who was standing aside.

"Got it, I'll take him there."

Volume 137: Chapter [-] Chapter [-] There are always troublemakers who bully me

"These are the facilities and departments in the main teaching building. The science and engineering clubs are in the old school in front, and the sports clubs... the basketball club, tennis club, baseball club, and track and field club all have their own venues and venues. It is open to the public to visit." Qianshou Cunzheng introduced it expressionlessly, and then looked at Mochizuki Xun who was following behind.

"Next, where do you want to go?"

"Let's go to the old school to have a look. I'm very interested in Pai Daxing's art research in the Department of Chemistry." Mochizuki pointed to the old two-story building not far away: "Is that there?"

As a member of the Kendo Club, he didn't say a word about it, the boy always felt a little surprised.

The two walked while talking, not fast. A few students carrying sword bags laughed and ran past the two. One of the girls inadvertently glanced back and stopped immediately.She grabbed the friends who were traveling with her, and they gathered together to whisper, and then a girl who dyed her hair light blonde separated from the crowd, and walked towards Mochizuki Xun.

"Hello, are you a student from another school who came to visit?"

The boy noticed that Qianshou Murata had quietly moved two steps behind him, so he went up to meet the girl calmly, blocked the girl behind, and then nodded politely: "Hello, senior, I am a first-year high school student who transferred here a while ago. Freshmen are deciding which club to join."

"That's it..." The girl smiled and stepped forward, holding Mochizuki Xun's right hand on crutches: "If you don't mind, let's show you around. I'm Ma Zhiqi, a third-year senior, the leader of the Kendo club, you can call me Qi Senior."

"Thank you for your enthusiasm." The boy withdrew his hand calmly, although the smell of perfume was not cheap, it made him feel uncomfortable: "But I have an appointment with my friend in advance, and it is very rude to miss the appointment. Senior Mazhi, it's a pleasure meeting you, we won't disturb your club activities."

"Hey, what's the matter..."

At this time, a girl standing behind Mochizuki seemed to have discovered something suddenly. She walked half a circle around the secretive classmate and cried out in surprise.

"Qianshou Village Zheng, why are you here?"

"Qianshou Village Sign?"

Ma Zhiqi was startled for a moment, but her eyes dimmed immediately.

She looked behind the young man, crossed her hands, and suddenly without warning, she raised a mocking smile.

"Oh? As expected of the true biography of the Sword Master, it's only been a while since you've hooked up with a transfer student. Your ability to post is as superb as your swordsmanship."

The girl remained silent, subconsciously grasping the hem of her school uniform.So Ma Zhiqi became more and more proud. She stepped forward and poked Qianshou Village Zheng's shoulder with her index finger: "It's your turn to wipe the floor of the dojo today, why are you still standing here, waiting for us to invite you?"

"But yesterday and the day before yesterday were me..."

"What stupid things are you talking about! Let you..."

Her wrist was pinched, Mochizuki Xun lightly shook two fingers, and the hand poking at the girl retracted like an electric shock.Ma Zhiqi covered the back of her hand in surprise, and looked at Mochizuki with annoyed and confused eyes.

"I'm sorry, this matter has nothing to do with me, but you suddenly started to speak rudely to my companion for no reason, so I can't just sit idly by."

The young man took two steps forward and stared condescendingly into Ma Zhiqi's eyes: "Then, lady, although it is a bit rude to say that, I ask you to apologize to Qianshou for your words and deeds just now."

"Are you crazy? Why should I apologize to a junior?"

"--Oh?"

The boy raised his chin slightly, then paused.

"Since you don't know what happened, let me guess."

He looked at the more and more classmates gathered around him, clapped his hands hard twice, and amplified his voice so that everyone could hear him. "Sister in the third year of high school, the leader of the Kendo Club, you are so targeting a junior who has just entered school for less than a hundred days, and even dragged other members of the Kendo Club to exclude her. If it is not because she has done something wrong to you, it is because she publicly refuted save your face, or be jealous that she has something you can't have."

"...Joke, how could I care about a first-year student."

"Don't be in a hurry to deny it." Kaoru Mochizuki waved his hand: "Since you have joined the Kendo Club, then Chishou must have passed your entrance test. According to my understanding of the relevant regulations of the Kendo Club, the third stage of the entrance test is 1 minute Actual combat, and you call her 'The True Legend of the Sword Master'—”

He grinned, his eyes sardonic.

"You tested it yourself, how long did you last?"

"……enough."

"Let's take a guess, 30 seconds?"

"enough."

"Three seconds?"

"I said, enough!"

Ma Zhiqi yelled loudly, her eyes turned red: "So what if she's strong! She's only a first-year student. If I tell her to do what she wants, she will do it!"

"Oh—the test is public." Mochizuki Kaoru didn't intend to stop: "I saw you on the school's official website. You have participated in many competitions on behalf of the Sobu High Kendo Department, and even won last year's women's competition. Forming the Yulong Banner is indeed a very capable player."

"But, how did it become such a shameful appearance?"

"Is it a shame to be defeated by a freshman in the first grade? Is it a shame that you didn't last for three seconds? You fight with dignity, even if you fail, even if you lose badly, is it a shame?"

"Heh, what do you know? You are just a kendo layman who has just entered school, how can you understand what we insist on!"

"What you insist on should definitely not be oppressing your opponents and companions with seniority outside the dojo."

Mochizuki smoked a look at her, seemingly regretful.

"I don't understand what seniority and seniority mean to you. I only know that as a swordsman, you don't use the sword in your hand to speak, but it's really shameful to resort to such indecent methods."

He raised his head, and many of the people around them were other members of the club who were still training just now on the playground, so he lowered his head again: "If you choose the path of kendo, then prove yourself with your strength, even if you lose the battle, you must maintain your strength." Noble demeanor—and you don’t want to make progress, don’t want to hone your sword skills, don’t want to regain your honor in the dojo, but you have to use exclusion and bullying to treat a child who has just entered school, and treat you in future competitions. Paoze at that time, ask yourself whether you should lose face!"

The young man pointed to those silent people around him.

"See, they are all sweating. They are no different from you. They both belong to sports clubs, and no one is more noble than the other. A sports club does not determine status based on strength, but instead engages in seniority rankings. Ma Zhiqi, Ma Zhiqi , are you trying to destroy the Kendo Club!"

Volume 138: Chapter [-], Chapter [-], Self-cultivation of healthy male high school students ([-])

It is impossible to draw conclusions so close to the truth based on just a few words.

Mochizuki Kaoru had seen Senshou Muramasa holding a high-frequency knife and confronting Jirobo. At that time, he was mastering the wonderful method of Senko Muramasa. The skills of countless teachers, heroes, and sword masters from the previous generation made him aware of the "potential" in girls. "It's highly rated, and even though [scholars] made him forget how to swing the sword after he put it away, this evaluative skill that has nothing to do with actual combat still survives.

——Naturally, "Chun Jun" knows this information, but "Mochizuki Xun" absolutely does not know it.He had no choice but to make it far-fetched, and reluctantly turned the topic to the expected track. He breathed a sigh of relief, and then raised his hand and nodded to the members of the Kendo Club present.

"Up, down, your energy has been worn down by this proud elder. Resist, struggle, how can high school students be more greasy than social animals? Isn't Japan very particular about down and down? Why do I see a group of counselors? Bao is ashamed to accompany her?"

"Sorry, the words are a bit heavy, and the words are from the heart. If you are upset by telling the truth, then please-"

He finally raised his eyebrows, and then remained expressionless.

"—Hold on."

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Mochizuki Xun has finished what he should say, and is looking at Ma Zhiqi who is about to go crazy.He did not hide the contempt in his eyes, and even recalled the facial expressions of Asajuer and Xiaoshen Sandwich Sauce to fine-tune the facial features, so this handsome face instantly became extremely unbeatable, almost full of The most primitive and vicious.

Then, his purpose is achieved.

"Yeah."

Arch fire Well, who can not?

"Sharp teeth, sharp tongue, quick tongue, you have never practiced swordsmanship, what qualifications do you have to judge us from the commanding heights of morality? You can understand what it is for a belief that has been persisted since childhood to be defeated like a game by a junior Do you feel it, stop talking big here!"

"You have only practiced swords before, please don't use "Tao" to put gold on your face." Mochizuki glanced at him: "After practicing swords for so many years, you don't know how to cultivate your mind. stride."

"What nonsense!"

"Is it nonsense, everyone here knows that you can't deny it at will." The young man spread his hands: "I know what you want to say, it's nothing more than 'outsiders have no right to judge insiders'-although this reason is naive and It's ridiculous, but I can also show mercy, as you wish, and give you a chance to get back your face, and even give you a chance to beat me upright."

"Tomorrow, or at this time, I, a person who has never practiced kendo, will visit your department. According to the tradition of Japan's Yanzi Jiuxia, this kind of behavior is called 'kicking the hall'. If you are timid, you don't have to respond." Next, admit that your skills are inferior to others."

"—what if I say 'no'."

"I'm not responsible for how the reputation of the Kendo Club is spread."

"Very good, very good." Ma Zhiqi clenched her teeth and almost squeezed out words.

"Teach you such an arrogant fool, you can do it now, you don't have to wait for tomorrow, who is timid to fight?"

Then there was pity in the boy's eyes.

"I'm giving you time, I'm giving you one night to use your poor brain capacity to think about countermeasures." He smacked his lips, as if regretting: "I also want to give other students present some time, and ask them to bring Let their friends take a look, the current Kendo Club has become something that people hate and hate."

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"You don't have to do that."

They were walking on the busy road of Rabbit Mountain. Mochizuki bought two croquettes and handed one to Senshou Cunzheng. After chewing, he said vaguely: "Do it if you want to, how can you not do it?" 'It's such a complicated thing...be careful it's hot."

The girl took it and held it in her hands without eating.

"You are a very good person, Chishou-san." The boy turned his head sideways: "Maybe we have conflicts here at Shiwa, but we are all important to her. So just like you have always insisted, if you help You can make her happy, so I have no reason not to."

The girl looked helplessly at the person beside her.

"I don't know you well, Chishou-san, but if the guess you made when you confronted Ma Zhiqi just now was basically correct, you should have a very high attainment in kendo."

"I don't dare to be accomplished, but I do have some confidence in it."

"Confidence is a good thing." The boy nodded and swallowed the last bite of the croquette. "If you are standing in front of a powerful opponent, and you may even be unable to beat him at all, then when you hold the sword, will your hand tremble?"

"No, I'm equally confident in guaranteeing that."

"Then how can you lose your composure when you put down your sword and face a waste like Ma Zhiqi—is the sword such an inconvenient thing?"

Mochizuki Kaoru wiped her hands with the wrapping paper, and licked her lips with unfinished thoughts.Qianshou Cunzheng remained silent, not knowing how to answer.

"I haven't figured it out myself, but I dare to solve some doubts for you." He couldn't find the trash can in the end, so he had to give up. "You just said 'I don't have to do these things', so now I'm telling you seriously, if you don't agree, you will cry out, but follow your heart, if you can't even keep your mind clear, what can you get if you just give in?"

"You are not very good at dealing with people. It can be seen that the growing environment may be relatively traditional, which makes you pay too much attention to the seniority and the relationship between seniors and juniors that most restrict your progress. But you also have to understand that you are worthy of being with them." He raised his head in front of them, and then smacked their fat faces and told everyone that you, Qianshou Village Zheng, are better than everyone else, so why should you follow their rules carefully to make up for your smiling faces?"

"Pfft...you still have a fat face, what kind of strange metaphor is that?"

"A metaphor is just a way of expression. It ultimately achieves the purpose of making you laugh out loud. As far as the result is concerned, I am very successful." He spread his hands: "Girls, you look good when you smile."

The girl laughed, she shook her head helplessly, and bit into the crispy shell of the croquette.

Very hot.

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There was indeed no trash can on the roadside in Japan, Mochizuki Kaoru confirmed this again, so he had no choice but to take the empty paper bag from Senju Murakami's hand and stuff it into his pocket in a ball.

"Please allow me to express my gratitude here." The girl bowed deeply, "Although I still have reservations about your relationship with Xiaoshi, in this matter, please allow me to agree with your character."

"It seems that I have a long way to go."

"So," she said, "Are you really going to fight Ma Zhiqi tomorrow?"

"My opponent is not just Ma Zhiqi alone. If they are stupid enough, they will drag the entire Kendo Department to the execution ground." Mochizuki smiled: "There were a lot of people present at the time. After a day and a night of fermentation, the situation will develop. It is impossible for mere high school students to suppress the situation, and the only options they can choose are to apologize or carry it to the end--as for just launching Ma Zhiqi as a scapegoat, I will not give them such a cheap opportunity."