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Japan, 1994.

Kawasumi Junior High School, Kendo Hall.

In the afternoon, it was the time of the kendo club, and at this moment, a girl wearing a protective gear and holding a bamboo sword was fighting her opponent.

Her eyes hidden under the mask were firmly fixed on her opponent, her bare feet moving cautiously, and the bamboo sword in her hand occasionally dialed away her opponent's tentative attacks until she found an inevitable flaw.

"Trunk!"

With a burst of momentum, the bamboo sword in the girl's hand slashed into the opponent's chest protector.

"One copy! Victor Shinohara! ”

The student acting as the referee raised a flag in her hand as Shinohara hit her opponent, and then loudly announced her victory.

In Japanese kendo, points are scored when you hit the opponent's face, carcass, and hand during a match, but when attacking, you must call out one of the three parts of the place you want to attack, otherwise even if you hit, it will be judged invalid.

Therefore, whether it is in practice or competition, kendo players are all good at making noise, not only because of the rules of kendo, but also because they use shouting to raise their morale and intimidate their enemies.

It's definitely not a good experience to experience the ultra-high-profile door of an adolescent girl up close - the girl's cheers finally woke a teenager who was half-sitting against the wall and holding a bamboo sword bag in his arms from his daze.

He blinked his eyes vigorously, and then he barely bothered to get up.

Shizune Miyahara, this is the name that has followed him for more than ten years in this life, he is a seventeen-year-old high school student - this is just the identity of this life.

As a young man born under the "red flag and growing up in the spring breeze" and believing in science, God made him encounter the fantasy event of rebirth ten years ago, and he was reborn in Japan in 1984.

By blood, he was of mixed Chinese and Japanese descent, but legally speaking, Miyahara Shizune became a true Japanese - his great-grandfather and grandfather's generation moved to Okinawa from China, and then after Okinawa became Japanese soil for well-known reasons, the family naturally became Japanese nationals.

Miyahara's grandparents were Chinese generations, so his father's generation still has pure Chinese blood...... The old surname of the Miyahara family was "Gong", just to be able to integrate into Japanese society, from the grandfather's generation to the more Japanese surname "Miyahara", until now, Miyahara Shizu's name on the family tree is still written "Miyahara" - but in fact, after four generations, it is difficult for the Miyahara family to find a shadow of Chinese influence except for the "outsider" Miyahara Shizu.

When Miyahara Jing first crossed over, as a person with a general sense of "Chinese way of thinking", the sudden identity of "Japanese" made him feel very awkward, and it took him nearly a year to adjust his mentality, and now at the age of seventeen, he has already completely adapted to his identity.

"Natsuki Shinohara's three consecutive wins!"

In just a short period of time when Miyahara was still trying to wake up, the girl on the playing field had easily won three consecutive victories.

"Xia Xi-chan, it's another three-game winning streak, it's amazing!"

The girl named Natsuki responded modestly to the members of the department, and at the same time took off the protective gear she wore on her head, revealing her delicate face.

After putting the bamboo sword and protective gear in her locker, she turned and walked towards Miyahara Shizune.

"Jing-chan, the club activities are over, we can go back."

"Natsuki, how many times have you said it, don't add the word sauce after my name......"

This word "sauce" challenges the heart of Miyahara Jing's uncle.

"Jingjun, Jun is always okay, you are really long-winded!" Natsuki Shinohara, without seeing it, stuffed his head protector into Miyahara Shizu's arms, and then continued, "The club activities are over, we just happened to go home together, and the direction is the same anyway." ”

"I'm a car owner, so I can't make a tram with you, so let's go our own way."

"That's why you took me, tram...... Anyway I don't want to go to the tram today, I just finished training and I'm so tired. Natsuki Shinohara, quickly gave himself a plausible excuse.

"But carrying people on bicycles is a clear violation of road safety laws......"

"Why are you such a mother-in-law, hurry up!"

Seeing that Miyahara Jing was still shirking, Natsuki Shinohara, without saying anything, dragged him to the outside of the kendo hall.

Here to explain the relationship between the two, Miyahara Jing is one year older than the same level of students, plus there is a reborn "uncle heart", all the little ghosts who don't interact with the same level of students, that always gives him a very naïve feeling, but Shinohara Natsuki is an exception, the two are very close to each other, and the two have been in the same school from elementary school to high school, and the two are still in the same class in half of the cases, so she is the only one who can get along with the "withdrawn" Miyahara Jing naturally.

That's right, this relationship is the legendary "young taming".

After walking out of the kendo club, Natsuki Shinohara, at a trot, pushed Shizune Miyahara to fetch his bicycle, and then she stepped on the rear wheel pedal with her familiar foot, and then sat in the back seat.

"Let's go, Jingjun!"

"That, Natsuki, are you heavy again?"

It's no wonder that Miyahara asked such a sentence very deadly, and after suddenly adding a big living person, it was completely different from the feeling of pushing a light bicycle.

"Shut up! I'm still developing, and there's always some place where you need to grow fat! ”

Miyahara Shizu's shoulder was slapped hard, and he grinned involuntarily in pain, and he quickly closed his mouth and stopped worrying about the topic of weight.

According to incomplete statistics, 80% of the time boys and girls take the initiative to mention words such as weight, which will meet the misfortune......

"Got it, anyway, you got it right."

After Miyahara Jing told Xia Xi, she reluctantly turned into a rickshaw driver.

From Kawasumi to the location of the two people's homes, it takes about twenty-five minutes to ride a bicycle, and Miyahara only hopes that this time will not be unlucky enough to run into the hands of the traffic police.

Luckily, there were no incidents for the next half hour.