Fukuzawa Yukiri swept with a knife in a rage, only to feel a huge shock in his hand, but it was not cut on Kitahara Shuji, but on the trees around him that I don't know when they appeared - the wooden knife entered the wood more than an inch, the tree body trembled wildly, moaned, and the leaves fell like rain.

She was stunned for a moment, only to realize that she had chased Kitahara Shuji into the grove at some point, and at this time, Kitahara Shuji's figure was getting bigger and bigger in her eyes, and the wooden knife was pointed directly at her throat - even in this abnormal situation, her reaction speed was still extremely fast, and she actually turned her wrist and tried to use the long hilt to block the stab.

And she still succeeded, and the rest of her life with her head desperately turned open Kitahara Shuji's wooden knife with a difficult hilt, but in the end, she couldn't stop Kitahara Shuji, who pounced on Yu Yong with all his strength, and was directly pushed out by him.

She landed on the ground first, and she fell a little dizzy, and her body was very elastic, Kitahara Shuji felt much better, and reacted first, forgetting that there is a difference between men and women, and riding on her with a wooden knife was about to stab straight down.

However, even under the fierce fight, he still had three points of sanity, and the wooden knife finally hovered in front of Fukuzawa Yukiri's neck, and finally did not really make any big deals.

There was a sudden silence between the two of them, and the cold wind swept by, waving a few fallen leaves.

Kitahara Shuji gasped and looked at Yukiri Fukuzawa under him, only to see that her big eyes were still bright, but her expression was confused and confused, and she didn't seem to understand what was going on. The black hair was spread all over the floor, and the street lights were white, which made her skin look much whiter and tenderer, and it smelled like it was about to burst...... Kitahara Shuji looked at the defeated general under him, but his body trembled slightly, and the victory he won was particularly exciting.

was not crushed by the huge gap in physical fitness, and did not admit defeat as a matter of course, but sought victory in defeat and survival in death, and finally won with one blow!

The joy that cannot be expressed in words, the joy that is difficult to experience without experiencing a death match!

Fukuzawa Yukiri lay in a daze for a while and finally understood, looked at the hovering wooden knife, and muttered, "Lost, ......" As she spoke, she sat up and sat up, while Kitahara Shuji, who was riding on top of her, felt that the soft girl under her ass seemed to suddenly become a bison - he instinctively clamped his legs but it was useless, and he was lifted off without any resistance.

After Kitahara Shuji landed, he hurriedly stood up again, holding a knife to guard against Fukuzawa Yukiri's possible madness, but he saw Fukuzawa Yukiri sitting for a while, and after standing up, he didn't care about the mess of his skirt and shirt, and knelt down with a "plop", and said in frustration: "You won, kneel down and apologize to you as agreed, I'm sorry." ”

She was so happy that Kitahara Shuji lost his mind for a moment, his heart was relieved, and his hand was also out of strength, and he couldn't even hold the wooden knife, so he landed directly, but he still couldn't adapt to the RB people's custom of kneeling down at every turn to make amends, so he instinctively turned sideways, and said modestly: "This ...... It's just a fluke, please don't take it to heart, in fact, Fukuzawa's real strength is much better than mine. ”

This is the truth, he really won by luck, and the difference in innate physical fitness is too great.

Fukuzawa Yukiri stood up after making amends, patted the dust on her skirt, and calmed down again in a blink of an eye - she obviously didn't take kneeling or anything like that seriously - she observed Kitahara Shuji with some curiosity, and said seriously: "No wonder my sister lost to you, it turns out that you are so powerful!"

Kitahara Shuji touched his head, not knowing why. You're much more powerful than Fukuzawa Fukuzawa's little radish head, right?Why does it sound like you can't beat that radish head? But the opponent complimented, and he also said politely: "It's really just a fluke win, Fukuzawa-san, you really don't have to take it to heart." ”

Fukuzawa Yukiri shook his head lightly and said, "If you lose, you lose, there is no excuse! This is what my father often says! I will practice more hard when I go back, and then I will come to compete with you and fight against you!"

She had the kind of serious look on her face that was peculiar to a child, and Kitahara Shuji pondered for a while, not knowing if it was too late to surrender directly now-the egg hurts, do you want to fight again? Next time, if you don't want to go to the hospital, and the two of us don't have to decide to distinguish between men and women, right? Isn't this taking off your pants and farting?

After Fukuzawa Yukiri finished speaking, he picked up two wooden knives and put them in the sword bag, held them in his hand and said to Kitahara Shuji: "I will say goodbye first, looking forward to the day when we meet again! Bet on the dignity of a swordsman, I will appear in front of you with a more perfect posture! That day we will meet opponents in chess, and we will never die!" After speaking, she turned around and strode away very simply.

Kitahara Shuji looked at her back a little speechlessly—what kind of mess? Is the chess opponent praising his strength into her eyes? What are you doing without dying? We don't have such a big hatred, right?

Forget it, it's okay, she's finally willing to go home.

But unexpectedly, Fukuzawa took a few steps in the snow, shook his body in the faint moonlight, and knelt down with a "plop". Kitahara Shuji was suddenly shocked, was this an accidental injury just now? When she tilted her head back to avoid her own sacrifice stab, she lost her center of gravity and was pushed too hard by herself, and suffered internal injuries?

He hurriedly caught up with a few steps, helped her and asked softly: "Fukuzawa classmate, where are you hurt?" It's not good to hurt someone with a little contradiction, this Fukuzawa Xueli person is a little stupid, but he is really quite generous, he admits defeat when he loses, and he is happier than ordinary men.

Fukuzawa Yukiri knelt there and pressed her abdomen, looked up at him, and said with tears in her eyes: "I'm hungry, my stomach hurts......"

Who told you to duel with someone in the middle of the night and not go home for dinner? Kitahara Shuji really couldn't vomit in a bad stomach, and he was about to suffocate to death—it was so bad that he didn't know what to vomit first.

He helped Fukuzawa Yukiri to get up, and patiently asked, "Does it hurt badly, can you hold on until you go home?"

Fukuzawa Xueli's eyes looked pure and moist in the moonlight, Chu Chu was pitiful, shook his head again and again, and said in frustration: "I can't walk, what should I do? The soldiers and horses have not moved, the grain and grass go first, I patronized the monkeys and they sent me wooden knives, but I forgot to ask them to help me bring two rice balls, it is really a big failure in life!"

Kitahara Shuji looked up at the sky, and the moon in the sky was half a bright moon with a moon halo - what kind of is this?But she can't be left in the park so late, no matter how mentally handicapped she is, she is also an alumnus of the same school. He thought about it, and finally said helplessly: "I'll take you to eat a bowl of ramen and then go back!"

"I didn't bring any money......"

"I invite you!" Kitahara gritted his teeth.

"Ahh

"Let's go, you're going home right away after eating?"

"Got it! No, no, I'll just take the sword bag myself, you've invited me to eat ramen, I can't work hard anymore. ”

"Aren't you too hungry to walk?"

"It's not that I'm starving, but I still have the motivation to move towards food...... The family doesn't know if there is food left for me, there should be none, the food at home is always not enough, and eighty percent of the pots are chewed clean. ”

……

Kitahara Shuji took Yukiri Fukuzawa to an all-night ramen restaurant next to the station, and after entering, the owner greeted them and invited them to sit down in front of the kitchen counter, and then quickly delivered hot towels and barley tea to their hands and feet.

Kitahara Shuji thanked him, first helped Fukuzawa Yukiri order a bowl of ramen, and then felt that he was hungry - white-knives fighting is actually quite physically demanding, just like the previous ancient Roman legions, the first skirmish line only lasted about three minutes before the second skirmish line was replaced, which shows how quickly the physical strength of the real fighting is decreasing.

The kind of two people who fought for three days and three nights and are still in good spirits can basically only appear in the romance of the novel.

He ordered himself a bowl of oden ramen that was ready, and the shopkeeper put it in front of Fukuzawa Snow with a smile and said politely, "Please use it!"

"Aha! I'm moving!" Fukuzawa Yukiri clapped her palms, very happy.

Kitahara Shuji glanced at her, and saw that she was swallowing saliva desperately with red light, hungry and hungry, but she didn't seem to feel tired, and couldn't help but start to reflect on whether their sisters were too monster or their current bodies were too weak, and their strength and physical strength couldn't even hold down any of these two sisters.

It should be that the body was too weak before, and the original owner didn't seem to be very active. While thinking, he wiped his hands with a hot towel, then covered his face to eliminate the tiredness, and when he took a long breath of turbidity, he put the towel back into the plate, and when he looked at Fukuzawa Yukiri, he was surprised:

"Where's the noodles?"

"Eat!"

"Where's the soup?"

"Drink it!"

Kitahara Shuji couldn't believe it, did you pour it into your stomach?

Fukuzawa Yukiri sniffed and asked pitifully, "I'm still so hungry, can I eat another bowl?"