The "After School Series DVD" that Sosuke Araki gave him last time, Abeji has been practicing many times when he goes back.

Now, no matter what kind of actions and expressions the female teacher on the screen makes, there will be no more waves in his heart.

So he went to the Shikei Great Kendo Club to find Sosuke Araki a few times, but when he heard that this guy was busy looking for jobs and parties, he didn't look bothered by the "unclear sword intent" at all, so he naturally reacted that he was fooled last time.

"This guy 'Tachibana Piaoyuki' has come to the kendo club many times recently to find seniors." Kengo Yamada immediately whispered.

"This troublesome guy, Lao Tzu is bothered...... The last time I gave you the 'After School Series', but there are more than 200 of them, so let's come back after you finish reading them all and comprehend the mystery of 'drawing the knife and cutting off the water and making the water flow'. ”

"What? There are more than 200 such terrible things? ”

Hearing the other party say this, cold sweat dripped from Abeji's forehead.

Sousuke Araki, who was already in a bad mood, looked at the entangled Abeji Temple in front of him, and the jealous eyes cast by the women on both sides, and suddenly had a plan.

"Ahem...... When we came to the door to challenge the hell training camp of our kendo department, you guys are really guts. ”

Sosuke Araki clenched his fists and coughed lightly, then looked at Abeji Temple opposite with a defiant look in his eyes.

"Hell Training? Are you still lying, you are obviously just embezzling the funds of the club to eat and drink. ”

Abe immediately retorted.

"How dare you say it...... Then do you dare to follow up and participate in our training camp together...... Let me show you what kind of hell the members of the Shibu Sutra Great Kendo Club practice in every day......"

Sousuke Araki put his hands in his pockets and challenged the other party.

"Hmph, wait and see. But after that, you have to play with me today. Abeji smiled disdainfully and walked into the yakiniku restaurant first.

"Sorry, sorry, we didn't just leave, we went to pick up a new friend......"

Walking into the warm box, Sousuke Araki immediately greeted several "female college students" on the opposite side, and then shoehorned the unknown Abeji Temple into the middle of the two largest "girls".

"I would like to introduce to you that this is the head of the kendo club from the University of Tokyo, the first place in this year's National Men's Kendo Tournament, and the person who sent the sword number 'Tachibana Drifting Snow', Abeji !!"

Just when Abeji Temple, whose whole body seemed to be blooming with dazzling light, entered the box, the members of the Shibu Sutra Great Kendo Club immediately melted into the darkness and turned into nothingness.

"Roaring ......"

The "girls" of the Waseda women's sumo wrestling club, like beasts that have been hungry for many years, suddenly turned their heads stiffly and excitedly when they saw the tender, fat and juicy Wagyu beef, and their eyes shone brightly.

In everyone's ears, the low roar of a prehistoric giant beast seemed to sound.

At this moment, Sousuke Araki, who was just standing behind Abeji, also felt the gaze with endless hunger and thirst, and experienced the fear of being stared at by several prehistoric beasts at the same time.

Then, he decisively retracted his seat on the side of the kendo club.

Abeji Temple has an excellent tutor at first glance, and after Sosuke Araki's introduction, although he noticed that the atmosphere seemed to be a little wrong, he still greeted everyone present with great dignity.

"Despicable Outlander ......"

"Damn, why did this guy suddenly come out of nowhere, I was talking to that girl about the same......"

With the arrival of Abe-ji Temple, the originally happy box was immediately divided into two gatherings: "Abe-ji Temple and Women's Sumo Club" and "Shibukei Daikendo Club".

"What's the difference between a normal party like this......

The members of the kendo club, who were transformed into small transparent, could only gather around and drink with tears in their eyes.

And Abeji, which was at the center of the storm, was surrounded by four huge "girls" who looked like beasts at the moment, and Sousuke Araki could barely see his figure.

"These guys are not satisfied with the cultivation of DVDs?"

Feeling the huge power coming from around his arms, even Abeji, who has been practicing kendo for many years, only felt that it was difficult to resist, as weak and helpless as being in the eye of the storm.

"I see, is it not only a cultivation of strength, but also a test of maintaining a normal mind and not being moved? This group of dark horses with a big astringency is really not simple......"

Looking at the frightening "beauty" of these women surrounding him, Abeji's back was cold, and he could only get a trace of warmth through the green tea in his hand.

Kendo is a sport that pays great attention to "ordinary heart", not only must the spectators outside the stadium remain absolutely quiet, but the players should not even cheer on the spot after winning, otherwise the results will be cancelled.

"I'm not going to throw in the towel, though."

Holding the green tea tightly, Abeji began to try to maintain a "normal heart" to resist the physical and mental pressure brought by the group of heavyweight women in front of him, and his eyes burned with fierce fighting intent.

Five minutes later, amid the excessive enthusiasm and desire of several women's sumo wrestlers, he was undoubtedly defeated.

He was already in a trance as he was sinking in the heat wave, as if he saw a huge F key appear in the void.

"Damn, I don't know why, but my instinct tells me that I can't press it, and if I press it, it's all over...... Is my kendo so vulnerable in the daily training of Shikyo? All of you who are astringent and have survived this kind of training on weekdays. ”

It's not that Abeji doesn't work hard, but the "girls" in the sumo wrestling club are too tough, too shocking in appearance, and too enthusiastic in performance, so he can't resist at all.

In order to compete for the position next to him, several "girls" have drawn a circle next to him and started a pusher competition.

Abeji's gaze as he looked at the row of men opposite, already full of admiration.

"Hmph, this guy from Abe Temple, I know it's amazing now."

Sousuke Araki, who was hiding in the corner with a beer, looked at the flower-like Abe Temple with satisfaction, in ****...... No, in the mudslide, gradually engulfed, disappeared.

By the time the meeting was over, it was nearly twelve o'clock.

When everyone said goodbye in front of the yakiniku restaurant, the disheveled Abeji Temple was still firmly "controlled" by the members of the sumo wrestling club, and invited him to the hotel to participate in the next "multi-person sport".

Just as Sosuke Araki turned around and was about to run away, this guy from Abeji actually struggled out of the sea of people in rags and grabbed the corners of his clothes.

"This ...... You can ...... with me now. Let's have a game. ”

At this moment, Abe Temple has long lost its previous delicate and refined image, panting heavily, with a few exaggerated huge lip prints on his face, and the originally fitting training uniform has also been pulled and deformed.

"You guy, you really don't see the Yellow River and don't give up, it just so happens that Uncle Ben is unhappy today, so he reluctantly fights with you......"

Seeing the other party's indomitable eyes, Sousuke Araki squeezed his brows and smiled terribly.