The task given to him by Chu Zihang was to swing his sword three thousand times a day.

The real skill is almost the Tao, which is to practice a simple action until there is no solution, and practice it to the point that it is impossible to dodge, and it becomes the rule.

Many beginners who have not yet learned kendo feel that Lu Zefei's practice is useless, but only those who really understand kendo know how terrifying this young man's talent is.

In fact, this young man swings his sword 3,000 times a day, but each sword is the same strength and stability.

Even with the swing of three thousand swords, the young man's breathing was still long, still steady, and there was no sign of disorder.

Every time he draws out his sword, it is like a mechanical program designed in advance, like a robot that hangs up, whether it is angle, frequency or force, it is terrifyingly accurate.

It wasn't until about six or seven o'clock in the evening that Lu Zefei finished today's day's training.

Regarding Lu Zefei's attitude, Chu Zihang was particularly satisfied.

I didn't complain about boredom because of the monotonous swing of the sword, nor did I give up because of the heavy training volume.

He values Lu Zefei's heart very much, which is the heart of a strong man like him.

Now Lu Zefei finally felt a little tired.

Even with his current physical fitness, swinging a sword for an afternoon is indeed exhausting.

At this moment, his muscles are still sore.

After finishing the training, he didn't even have the strength to walk, and he had to rely on Chu Zihang, who was paralyzed, to help him walk.

"Muscle soreness is normal, soreness proves that the purpose of training has been achieved, go back and take a good hot bath, rest early today, don't stay up late, don't eat greasy things." It is rare for Chu Zihang to say so many words at one time.

"Brother Chu, your swordsmanship is really powerful." Lu Zefei praised from the bottom of his heart.

In the second half of the sentence, Lu Zefei originally wanted to say a word, "Brother Chu, your name as the king of the Children's Palace is well deserved. ”

However, there was nothing to say before, but now there is an actual combat training link, and this Chu Zihang has a chance to retaliate.

The words reached his throat, and he was swallowed back by Lu Zefei.

It's so uncomfortable, it's really hard for me to be a fat tiger.

......

Lu Zefei, who went to Shilan Middle School to pick up Xia Mi from school at night, unexpectedly learned the news that Xia Mi was sick.

The dragon king's shame even took a week's leave.

Well? Are you a dragon king still sick?

It's not like I don't want to go to class, just find an excuse to slip away.

Lu Zefei thought about it, but asked his classmates for a note, and then walked towards Xia Mi's house.

knocked on the door of Xia Mi's house, and Xia Mi's crisp voice like a wind chime under the eaves came from inside.

"Who?"

"It's me, Lu Zefei."

"Oh, come in." Natsumi said as she glanced at her watch.

She nodded in satisfaction, arriving more than ten minutes earlier than she expected.

The two agreed that Lu Zefei would pick up Xia Mi from school every Tuesday and every Thursday, so Xia Mi knew that Lu Zefei would definitely come if he couldn't wait at school today.

And because the time after school is basically constant, Xia Mi knew that Lu Zefei did not take the car, but trotted all the way over.

Well, this kid is quite fond of me.

The moment Lu Zefei saw Xia Mi, he couldn't help but feel a little in a trance.

Xia Mi wore a dress with gorgeous layers and embroidered red plum blossoms today.

Painted light makeup, the eyebrow pencil traces a delicate arc, ignoring the pair of A on the chest and the childishness between the eyebrows, there is really a sense of elegance and peerlessness.

Heh, this dragon king's shame actually wears makeup?

Lu Zefei naturally sat next to Xia Mi, took out the notebook he borrowed from Xia Mi, and handed it to Xia Mi, "This is what I borrowed for you, you can take a look at it when you have time, and you can't fall behind in your studies." ”

"Long-winded." Natsumi tossed the notebook aside.

Lu Zefei opened his mouth, not having the courage to continue to raise the bar with the Dragon King.

He thought for a moment and asked, "What's wrong with you?" ”

"I have a cold, can't you see it?"

Forehead....

Ryu-sama, do you know what the symptoms of a cold are?

I see that you are now ruddy, full of energy, no fever, no runny nose, no cough, what do you look like a cold?

"Well, do you want me to buy some medicine for you?" Lu Zefei asked hypocritically.

"No, no, you can accompany me."

At this time, the room suddenly fell silent, although they all wanted to have a good chat, but they hadn't seen each other for the past few days, Lu Zefei was busy practicing swords, and the two of them suddenly had no topic.

"That...... Have you recently received a confessional love letter? Xia Mi suddenly spoke coldly.

She seemed to be quite concerned about the issue.

"Nope." Lu Zefei shook his head.

Very good, Lu Zefei, I really didn't misunderstand you, you are still a very virtuous person.

She lowered her head there and was happy, Lu Zefei thought for a while and asked, "You haven't been to school during this time, what have you done staying at home?" ”

Xia Mi turned his face away and whispered: "What else can I do, I have a fever all the time, and I am groggy all the time, just sleep." ”

I believe you're a ghost.

From the snack packaging in that place, Lu Zefei absolutely couldn't believe Xia Mi's nonsense.

At this time, Xia Mi suddenly glanced at Lu Zefei and asked seemingly casually: "If, I mean, if, well, your good friend becomes a monster, becomes the kind of monster that can kill, you, what will you do?"

Xia Mi thought for a moment and added, "Everyone will let you kill her, your friends, your relatives, everyone in the world, they want you to kill her, what will you do?" ”

Are you going to kill me?

Xia You didn't say this.

Her eyelashes trembled, and she turned her face away from looking at Lu Zefei.

Lu Zefei took a deep breath and didn't answer immediately.

He naturally knew what Natsumi meant.

At present, Lu Zefei should belong to the human camp in terms of bloodline, while humans and dragons are now two completely opposite races.

Kill each other, fight each other, and only one side survives.

Lu Zefei looked at Xia Mi and felt a little touched in his heart.

In front of outsiders, Natsumi is like a noble canary, delicate and arrogant.

But when she gets along with herself, she becomes chattering, showing a simple and lively side, obviously fighting the scum, but like an aggressive little hen.

This is Natsumi.