This angry kick was a kick, but there was a layer in between—a sit-up cushion sprinkled with lime powder that Toru Watanabe had deliberately thrown away.

Shizuru was straight on the face.

Toru Watanabe covered his aching waist with his left hand, quickly pulled away from him, and grabbed something with his right hand and threw something.

At the same time, he said loudly:

"Miss Shizuru, I don't know how well you learn chemistry! Quicklime and water will react chemically and immediately heat up to temperatures of over 300°C, so be careful with your eyes and tongue! ”

"Look for death!" The still current rage is worse than the boiling of lime powder in water.

She desperately opened her tearful eyes and struck at Toru Watanabe.

"I'll kill you!"

Toru Watanabe, who has been avoiding hard encounters, has no way to escape.

The two of them fought each other quickly, you came and went, and the lime and dust around them were in the pillar of sunlight, like clouds swept by a strong wind, just like a sea of clouds.

Miki Kujou sighed with interest as if she was watching a 3D movie.

Toru Watanabe dodged or blocked all the opponent's attacks, but his arms and feet were numb from pain, and he had no doubts: pull open his trouser legs and sleeves, and he will definitely be bruised!

But the still stream is not having a good time either.

Toru Watanabe has a smart brain and never slacks off, so he is destined to be great, and naturally he can't mistake simple chemical reactions.

At this time, her eyes were crying wildly, the temperature gradually rose, and if she was an ordinary person, she would have already held her eyes and screamed.

But Shizuru is not an Olympic judo champion, she is a killer trained by the Kujo family, killing more people than the entire population of Toru Watanabe's hometown.

There is a lot of ruthlessness in my heart, and I want to kill Toru Watanabe in one breath.

Toru Watanabe felt that his hands and feet were already hurting and he couldn't keep up with the reaction, and he knew that he couldn't go on like this.

As long as he takes a punch or a kick, he will definitely lose his combat effectiveness, and then he will be left with only a dead end.

After Jingliu's eyes were subconsciously closed by tears, and he was forced to take a weakened punch, he found an opportunity to forcibly press his right hand, which still had residual lime powder, on her eyes.

"Ahh Shizuru couldn't restrain his human instincts, and quickly pulled away, covering his eyes and wailing.

This time, even if she didn't poke blind, the lime powder would not make her comfortable.

Toru Watanabe was also uncomfortable, Shizuryu's punch, his face was almost crooked, and his mouth was full of blood.

Fortunately, he insisted on brushing his teeth every morning and evening, and his teeth were firm and there was no danger of losing teeth.

Toru Watanabe's potential exploded, and under the great pain, he gave birth to a force, pulled out a pole for pole vaulting, and pumped hard towards Shizuru.

Jingliu leaned on listening to the wind and grabbed the pole with his backhand only instinctively.

Watanabe's face changed, and the experience brought by the master kickboxing made him subconsciously clamp the pole under his armpit, and then quickly pulled his arm on it a few times.

As he thought, as he had done all this, there was an immediate force from the pole that he couldn't resist.

Fortunately, he made a quick decision, otherwise the other party would take away the struts, and he would be in a dilemma.

Toru Watanabe caught a glimpse of the basketball and soccer ball he had just messed around on the ground, and he didn't care whether he could kick it or not, and kicked it all in one go.

Some hit, some missed, and according to Toru Watanabe's idea, only a few hit the opponent's head.

Shizuru was a little embarrassed at first, but Toru Watanabe's strength was too small, and even if she used her face to hard, she felt a little pain at most.

She endured the burning pain in her eyes and grabbed the pole with both hands, ready to snatch it in one go.

But I didn't know that this was on Toru Watanabe.

In addition to basketball, football, and shot put!

His left hand was wrapped around the pole, and even though it was being pulled away little by little, he stooped down, picked up the lead ball, and smashed it in the most violent way possible.

It's a pity that Toru Watanabe's strength is still small, and his accuracy is a little worse, and he only hits the opponent's chest.

But that's enough.

"Bang!" The shot put hit the ground, making a loud noise, and at the same time, Shizuru was smashed to the ground.

Watanabe gasped for breath as the pole slid down his armpit, and he was almost out of strength.

Ten seconds later, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva, looked at the still stream lying on the ground moaning, and picked up the shot put that had rolled to the side.

Because he didn't dare to get too close, his strength was insufficient, and his aim was not high, so he aimed at the upper body with the largest area and smashed it over.

The shot put began to fall halfway through, and it was a stroke of luck that hit the opponent's bare foot.

"Ahh Shizuru screamed, but didn't move, and it seemed as if he had lost the ability to resist.

Toru Watanabe staggered to the still sliding shot put, and said, "Do you know how much I paid for this day, Miss Shizuru." ”

He used his foot to block the shot put's continued slide, and bent down to pick it up in pain.

He didn't want to hit women, let alone kill people, or more precisely, he was afraid of killing people.

Fear is instinctive, but he has already decided to do only what needs to be done.

The people in black looked shocked, the eldest lady's personal bodyguard, Jingliu, who had the highest force value, was actually defeated by a student?

Although there are careless reasons for leaning on the terrain, failure is failure.

They looked at Mihime Kujou with their peripheral eyes, waiting for her orders.

Kujo Misake, however, looked at Toru Watanabe, who was holding a shot put, with a blank face.

Toru Watanabe is still observing Shizuryu's reaction, and he is about to win, so he must not be careless!

He continued:

"I got up at 6 in the morning, lifted dumbbells for half an hour, danced the second set of radio gymnastics with the radio at 6:30, and memorized English and Chinese from 7 to 8 o'clock;

Go to the library from 8:30 to 11 a.m. and read a biography of a person who is good for life; From 2 to 4 p.m., including biology, modern society, mathematics, and art;

At 7 o'clock in the evening, the 50-meter-long pool, even if you are tired and want to die, you must swim ten round-trips; At 9 o'clock, listen to the English radio while lifting dumbbells or doing push-ups. Do you know how I survived such a day? ”

The man in black had a strange look.

"Enough!"

Shizuru, who had lost her resistance, suddenly sat up, covering her left eye with her left hand, and barely stretched a slit in her right eye.

"Bang, bang, bang." Toru Watanabe still slipped from the shot put.

He looked at the pistol in Jingliu's right hand and raised his hands: "This, isn't it?" ”

"Hahaha!" Miki Kujou laughed and pressed her hands on her flat, thin lower abdomen.

After a long time, she had laughed enough, and then waved her hand.

Shizuru put away her pistol and panted as she leaned her back against the basketball-containing frame, her eyes completely closed and her face in pain.

"Took that medicine." Miki Kujou said.

Shizuru waited for a moment before she realized that she was speaking to her.

She fumbled and took out the pill box and stuffed a [healing medicine] into her mouth.

Soon, the red, swollen and teary eyes, the bleeding corners of the mouth, the unconscious feet were bare, and everything was back to the way it was.

She smacked herself to her feet, her eyes glaring at Toru Watanabe.

Again, this time it's guaranteed to kill you...... This is what Toru Watanabe understood to mean by her.

He wasn't stupid, he looked at Mihime Kujou: "Miss Kujou? ”

"Go on."

“...... Ha? ”

"Hahaha!" Miki Kujou smiled again and clutched her stomach, "The way your face turns white is so cute, I like it very much!" ”

She let out a sigh of relief and said happily, "I'm very happy today, and I'll let you go this time." Wait until the next time I'm in a bad mood, I'll kill you. ”

Kujou Miki stood up, walked over to Shizuru, and took the medicine from her hand and looked at it carefully.

"Miss, I'm sorry." Shizuru bowed.

"If you lose next time, whether you can cure you or not depends on the doctor's level."

Shizuru thought of his ankle that couldn't move just now, and thought that it was almost useless: "Please don't worry, Miss!" ”

Kujou Miki put the medicine in the pocket of her school skirt and left the sports equipment room directly, and Shizuru and the man in black silently followed.

After everyone left, Toru Watanabe collapsed on a sit-up mat.

The lime powder was still dancing in the pillar of light, and the equipment was scattered all over the floor, and the chair where Kujo Miki had sat was still there.

Outside the reopened warehouse door, the crow of a crow could be heard.

Finally, survived.