The corner sandbag is unique to Seti.

It squeaked and squeaked all morning, and even though it was devastated, it still endured silently, did not say half a "no", and refused to ask for it.

This made Seti very happy.

And happily punched it 10,000 times as a reward.

In other words, it only took Sethi one morning to achieve the mission goal of about 5,000 punches.

Although the price is that due to the lack of rest between sets and excessive exhaustion, he now has a severe muscle strain, and he has lost nearly 100 health points just by punching.

If it weren't for the firm-willedness, I'm afraid I wouldn't have been able to persevere.

But to do so.

Just save time for the afternoon to practice your footwork.

"Hey, there's not enough time," Sethi exclaimed.

After the workout, the data is turned on, and as the health is restored, the strain of your own muscles is healed.

However, the tired muscles need to rest for a while to recover.

This is also a less humane place for data, which can only heal wounds, and the rest of the fatigue has no effect at all, even if the health is restored to full, it should be tired or tired.

However, under the data, even if his arms are tired to death, Seti can still forcibly drive them to force them into the best combat state.

So.

"Always in the best fighting condition".

In fact, it is the real way to use data.

Heal what is only incidental to "damage converted into health consumption".

And relieving fatigue is the function of his second passive "half-beast heart"!

As his heart pounded and pounded, like a central furnace, a warm current flowed through it to the hundreds of bones of Sethi's limbs, and everywhere he went, the exhaustion melted away like ice and snow.

"The healing that comes with digitization and the resilience of the half-beast heart have turned me into a ruthless training machine... Oh, and the rice machine....."

The huge energy expenditure caused Seti's belly to gurgle.

He left the boxing club and went to the restaurant outside the school to sweep up!

......

A grove in the mountains behind Ouran Middle School.

Seti hugged her mother's bento box and bought a tomato pasta, a medium-rare thick-cut filet mignon set, a salad of chicken breasts and vegetables, and two large cups of oden.

I came to yesterday's stone chairs, placed on the chairs one by one, full of them.

This lunch costs a total of 5,870 yen.

Among them, this steak was the most expensive, and Seti went to a Western restaurant outside the school to buy it, and it was a 4,000 yen set meal, and I got an extra chicken breast and vegetable salad.

Although it is not as creamy and glutinous as Kobe beef, it has a good taste, tender and juicy, and can be called a high-quality product.

"It's good to still have money!"

Seti sighed with emotion, and ate all the large steaks in one go.

If it weren't for the fact that he had already signed a contract with the Qinghe Group, and he would have a stable income of five million no matter whether he won or lost, I am afraid that he would really be reluctant to eat like this when the whole family is in debt now.

Then he opened his mother's lunch.

The plump, grainy rice is sprinkled with black sesame seeds, and it looks like an inverted starry sky, which makes you whet your appetite.

There is a poached egg in the bento compartment next to it, covered with a fat beef with roasted onions in sauce, and the small compartments on both sides are some side dishes, including chocolate kimchi left over from the morning, and spicy salted dried radish.

It's a normal lunch box.

It's so normal that Seti doesn't think it's her mother's doing...

Seti first lifted the hidden buckle next to the bento box, twisted the chopsticks, and used the tip of the chopsticks to pick the Q-elastic egg yolk of the soft-boiled egg, and as the thick dark yellow egg liquid flowed from it, it slowly overflowed on the soy sauce and onion fat beef, and then stirred and stirred to let each piece of fat cow be stained with egg wash.

Pick up a slice of fat beef, wrap a small ball of rice, and two or three fried onion strips.

Meimei sent a bite.

The pleasure of carbohydrates, the saltiness of fat beef and soy sauce, the sweetness of onions, and the tenderness of sterile egg wash burst out in the mouth.

"Well, if mom cooks normally, her skills are still great."

Seti commented.

I can't wait to start gobbling mode.

Swallowing and swallowing, he felt it again.

A look up.

Through the layers of tender green branches and leaves, he saw the familiar figure again.

Yes - Yuri Ito, sitting alone on a stone bench not far away with her legs together for lunch.

How do you feel that you have met her so often in the past two days... Seti slandered and found that Ito Yumori also saw herself, and her eyes were still cold, without any mood fluctuations.

It's not uncommon to see a lot.

Seti quickly withdrew her gaze and focused on her head and cooking.

Beauty is not as important as food!

After the fat cow finished eating, there was still some rice left, so he picked up the side dish and made it a salty taste.

Dried spicy radish is the kind of flavor that is often sold in the market.

And the chocolate red oil kimchi exclusively produced by Akemi Nishinomiya...

When Seti clamped it up.

Because it has cooled down, the dark chocolate is like a shell on top of the kimchi, and the crimson red oil chili pepper is mixed with the chocolate.

Seti suddenly had a wonderful idea.

He uses chopsticks to hold the red oil chocolate kimchi high and let it bask in the May sun, which is particularly conspicuous.

It was shown to Yumeri Ito not far away.

Saw.

As Ito raised his forehead slightly, his eyes naturally quickly locked on the chocolate kimchi that Seti had specially displayed.

And then.....

Her cold eyes, which seemed to have no emotion, widened a little when she saw the wonderful combination of chocolate and kimchi!

Although it soon returned to the cold appearance of rejecting people in the past, the emotional change at that moment was definitely not an illusion.

Poof!

The power of Mom's wonderful cuisine is terrifying, and even this kind of three-nil girl is shocked...

Seti stifled a smile as if nothing had happened, and continued to cook with her head down.

......

After school.

There are no after-school or after-rain stories in normal Tokyo life, just endless club activities and studies, plus some work-study programs.

If playing black boxing is considered work-study, Seti will account for all three points.

He practiced his footwork in a busy and crowded boxing club.

As a middle school club, even if it has expanded a lot because of its frequent awards, the exercise equipment is still far from the orthodox boxing club.

There are no advanced props for Seti to practice footwork.

Some are still just lovers - corner sandbags.

Boom Bang Bang

Sethi took a stance, raised his fist with his chest, regarded the corner sandbag as an enemy, and recalled the rhythm of his footwork during the fight with Dulaisi yesterday, combining footwork with punches.

Step to dodge punches... Step to dodge punches......

The more she practiced, the more worried she became, and her brow furrowed.

He couldn't find the feeling of attacking!

No matter how he imitates, how he practices, how he recalls... He always felt that the twist was like a foot not a foot and a fist not a fist, and it was impossible to effectively combine the two.

Not to mention achieving the smooth and smooth transition of boxing footwork like Dulaisi.

He felt this way in the black boxing ring yesterday, and it was also the fundamental reason why he would be ridiculed by Du Laisi for his immature footwork.

This is still true today.

"There's definitely something I'm overlooking... What is it? ”

As a half-man who had only practiced boxing for half a year, Seti thought hard for a long time, but the lack of knowledge in his mind could not give him an answer at all.

Seti could only stand in front of the sandbag and start trying.

Lift your left foot and kick the ground with your right foot while your left foot takes a step forward...

This is the "sprint step" in boxing footwork.

Seti then connected to the left jab.

Bang –

It hits the sandbag with a muffled sound.

To this all normal.

When the attack is over, it is time to revert to the basic footwork, which can be transferred to the next continuous attack or retreat.

But at this moment!

The strange feeling came again!

Seti's footwork suddenly became stiff, the transitions were so choked, there was no sense of fluidity, and there was no rhythm at all.

This is in the real black boxing arena, it is an obvious flaw, and it is also an opportunity for others to make a chance.

——— yesterday ruined many excellent opportunities to knock out Du Laisi, so he had to drag it until the opponent was exhausted and used his skills to speed up the surprise attack.

Seti paused again.

Studied but cannot comprehend.

I don't know exactly where I'm wrong.

I tried for a long time, but it was still fruitless, and seeing the time pass minute by minute, I gritted my teeth in the morning and even did not hesitate to practice until I strained my muscles.

Seti couldn't help but be a little anxious.

"It's too time-consuming to figure it out on your own."

He looked up and looked around, trying to find himself an "experienced boxing teacher".

Not far away, the club boxing teacher was busy teaching other new high school freshmen, apparently not much spare time to help Seti with one-on-one tutoring.

The other experienced senior boxers are concentrating on training one by one, for their own professional dreams.

In addition, Seti is not very familiar with them.

If you talk about anyone he knows in the boxing club...

Ultimately......

Seti's gaze fell on the little fan girl who was sweating profusely in front of the speed ball, and her hair was close to the sides of her cheeks.

I remember she said that she has been trained since she was a child, and she should have more experience than me, go and ask, learn from experience, and it is not good to work alone behind closed doors after all... Seti thought about it, so she walked towards the little boxing fan.

...

Eri Okita is having a hard time right now.

When she was in class today, her best friend next to her suddenly mysteriously handed her her mobile phone and said:

"Look at this is the tall mixed-race guy you're chasing right now."

As soon as Okita heard that it was about Seti-kun, she didn't want to listen to the class anymore, so she couldn't wait to take her phone to check it.

And then... She was dumbfounded.

In the screen of the phone is a photo.

Based on the surrounding buildings and pedestrians, it can be seen that it was taken at the entrance of the school, and there are two protagonists in the photo.

Occupying the left side of the photo is the most famous iceberg goddess "Ito Yumori" in Ouran Middle School, at this time, this beautiful girl who looks cold to anyone, holding her schoolbag in front of her with both hands, stops, moves her jade forehead lightly, looks to the right, and slightly opens her red lips, as if she is talking to someone intimately.

And who Ito Yumori is talking to......

It's Seti!

Okita Ei's heart beat sluggishly, and she felt like she had a heart attack.

Especially after seeing the poster's comments below, she felt even more sad.

[Head of the Ito Goddess Support Group]:

"Ladies and gentlemen, our most threatening enemy has appeared, after yesterday the goddess paid attention to this thief in the crowd of thousands of people, and today she went to school with this thief, talking and laughing all the way.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the war has begun, and the top spot of this fang will change hands again, Seti Theseus, this is the eternal enemy of our generation!"

Eliminate the usual middle two tone of this group of dead otaku.

Eii Okita distilled effective information from this:

Seti-kun and Yuri Ito, are they getting better?

Okita Ei is a very ordinary, very ordinary JK.

In a relationship, she felt like the drummer wielding a drum stick, banging vigorously on the drum surface, making a deafening drum sound that everyone around her could hear.

But there was no response from Seti-kun in the drum.

After a long time, even a "sophisticated" drummer like her, who often reads love comics and is familiar with the plot routines of romantic TV series, can't help but feel confused and secretly anxious.

But yesterday's Sethi's performance.

undoubtedly let her see the dawn, let her see the picture of the drum face breaking, and Seti-kun crawling out of it to hug herself.

But today this photo.

But it made her feel like a hell.

She blasted the speedball like a frenzy.

She had already seen Seti when she first came to the boxing club, but she didn't want to run around with her face covered like she had done before.

There are so many men in all of Tokyo, and there is no shortage of you!

There are 3.5 billion men in the world!!

Okita thought indignantly that his subordinates were bombarding the speed balls more and more frequently!

Suddenly.

When she peeked at Sethi for the 18,000th time, she realized that Sethi was actually walking towards her.

Her heart pounded and unconsciously accelerated.

But still forced to think calmly:

Hmph, come on, I can't take care of you anyway, even if you are tall, so handsome, and gentle... How's that!?

If you don't love, you don't love!

Hum!!

Ai Okita resolutely looked back.

...…

Seti came to the side of the little boxing fan.

He didn't speak immediately, but quietly watched her training.

Although she looks delicate on the outside, she looks like a pink and lively beautiful girl, and her slender arms have no muscle lines, only tighter than ordinary girls.

But actually in training, especially now when attacking speed balls.

The power, speed, and movement are impeccable!

At first glance, he is a boxing veteran.

Got the right person... Seti bowed his head secretly, and then asked:

"How about we practice against each other?"

As soon as Okita Ei heard this, he didn't hesitate, immediately stopped training, turned his head, smiled like a flower, showed two cute little tiger teeth, and nodded vigorously:

"Okay, okay!"

Just spoke.

She regretted it a little.

Didn't you say that you should ignore him?

Woo woo... I'm really out of luck......

Seti didn't know that the psychological thoughts of the girl in front of him were enough to sing a play, and he was only thinking about "solving the footwork" in his mind now, and when he saw that the other party agreed, he was naturally also happy:

"Thanks, without further ado, let's get started now."