City Children's Palace, inside the Musashi Kendo Training Center.

Today there is no childish whispering of the past, only a stagnant silence.

In the wide venue, there was no audience, no applause, only five figures.

The two of them stood facing each other in the center of the field with bamboo swords in hand, their eyes fixed on each other, without the slightest deviation, and the posture of holding the sword with both hands was simply carved out of a mold.

On the left side of the field was Jiang Shouyun, who was not wearing protective gear, and the face of the person on the right was tightly covered by protective gear.

But from the curves of the body that the thick clothes can't hide, you can easily see the gender of the person you are facing.

"Whew~"

On the edge of the venue, the middle-aged coach took a sip of tea, and then gently placed it on the table, making a crisp sound.

It's like a duel of swordsmen in the movie.

Often when a gust of wind blows and a cherry blossom falls, it is when a wisp of blood blooms.

In an instant, Jiang Shouyun held the bamboo sword in his hand, his body sank slightly, and the originally condensed aura surged towards her like a tide.

The bamboo sword seemed to be no longer a practice sword, but a blood-soaked knife, and even the strong smell of blood could be smelled between breaths.

The girl on the right tensed up, her pupils dilated slightly, but she still resisted the fear of retreating.

The blue-green pupils widened, staring at his movements.

But Rao was like this, and in an instant, she still felt a flower in front of her.

The figure in front of him seemed to have turned into a hazy shadow, and turned into a cold wind that wrapped the dead leaves and blew towards the surface of the lake.

Sharp, stinging, swift......

The bamboo sword was dyed with a thin golden halo by the sunlight shining in from the window, and only a golden afterimage could be seen because the speed of the swing was too fast.

But the girl felt a tingling pain in her body.

This slash is a reverse robe from the upper left shoulder to the lower right leg!

Almost instinctively, the girl raised her bamboo sword and instantly stopped in front of her.

But the bamboo sword let out a trembling scream, and this sword hit her in the face.

Syllable!

As if her head had really been split, the incomparably real sense of death made the girl's breath stagnate, and the whole person couldn't help but freeze in place.

"Alas, what a guy who doesn't know how to pity the jade."

The middle-aged coach shook his head and sighed, quite hating iron and steel.

"It's for her good." The young man standing on the side said in a cold tone, "If she really encounters danger in the future, her current mercy will hurt her." ”

In the face of his serious explanation, the coach smiled helplessly.

This kid is fine with everything, but he feels too bored.

I don't know what's going on lately, but my temperament is even colder than before.

"Whew!"

The girl took off her face protector, the sun shining on her flushed cheeks, and a few strands of hair stuck to her cherry lips.

However, it may be because I am in a hurry, and my messy hair is hairy.

She reached out to press it down, but the two handfuls of dull hair were stubborn.

Until a palm gently pressed on the top of her head.

"It's been a lot of progress."

Jiang Shouyun smoothed her hair and chuckled: "Although the second knife didn't react, I was already able to react to the first knife with my intuition, and it was already very good to do this in just one week." ”

"Really?"

Maybe it was because it was a little stuffy, Su Xiaoqiao's cheeks were slightly rosy.

She rubbed her forehead that had just been slashed, and muttered, "I feel that the gap between me and Senior Brother Shouyun is still so big." ”

Having said that, she felt like she didn't cry, which was already incredible.

I thought that after the relationship was confirmed, I would be like those couples, tired and entangled every day.

As a result, the reality is so cruel.

Under the slightly pitying gaze of a middle-aged coach, Senior Brother Shouyun put on a protective gear like a turtle shell for her.

Within this week, as long as she had time, she was dragged here by Senior Brother Shouyun, trained and beaten violently with a big and thick bamboo sword.

Fortunately, she is not a delicate girl either.

Thinking of this, Su Xiaoqiao straightened his chest, and suddenly felt a little pride and a sense of accomplishment.

"It's only been a week of practice, and you want to compete with me?"

Jiang Shouyun raised his palm, knocked her head, and said angrily: "What you think is quite beautiful, when will you have a tie with Zihang." ”

"Why don't you say Lu Mingfei, I can already beat him."

Su Xiaoqiao held his cerebellum and deflated his mouth, looked at the boy who was snoring with a bamboo sword outside the field, and glared at the facial paralysis boy beside him.

"Okay, okay, it's already good, let's take a break."

Seeing this, Jiang Shouyun shook his head with a smile, and then helped her take off the heavy protective gear on her body.

The white dress was wet with sweat, revealing the girl's budding body.

Su Xiaoqiao didn't care about this somewhat intimate move, and sat cross-legged in place to rest, while Jiang Shouyun got up and went to the sidelines to get her water and towels.

I saw the coach staring at him with a gossip on the sidelines.

"Comrade Xiao Jiang, satisfy my curiosity."

He handed over a towel and water, and asked in a courteous tone, "How did the little girl cover your piece of ice?" When did you decide on a relationship? ”

"What kind of image do I have in your eyes?" Jiang Shouyun took the thing and said angrily: "I'm not a robot who breaks off love, and I take the initiative to find out the relationship." ”

"Really?" The coach was obviously stunned for a moment, and suddenly asked coldly, "How far has it been?" ”

“…… Uncle, she's only seventeen years old, what do you think I can do? ”

"Answering me so seriously, it looks like you really like it."

The coach rubbed his chin and smiled thoughtfully: "Sure enough, it's a hero who is sad about the beauty, someone said that he was not interested in falling in love, and he didn't like to eat the rich woman's soft rice." ”

"I was really moved, how can I say that I eat soft rice?" Jiang Shouyun retorted solemnly.

The coach pursed his lips and did not comment, and seemed to ask casually: "If I remember correctly, the college entrance examination is about to be, which university are you and Zihang going to take the exam?" ”

"With the results of the two of us, Tsinghua Peking University is a little too crazy to say that it is small, but it is only medieval, right?"

Su Xiaoqiao and a certain decrepit boy paused, and then quietly pricked up their ears.

"I don't know." Jiang Shouyun didn't react, handed the towel and water to Su Xiaoqiao, and said indifferently, "Maybe go abroad to find a school." ”

Looking for a school abroad?

The coach was stunned, but quickly figured it out.

In recent years, the trend of studying abroad is indeed very popular, and it is said that "returnees" who graduated from pheasant universities abroad are more popular than graduates of famous universities in China.

With the identity of "returnee", it is easy to be hired by large enterprises, and even if you don't return to China, you can stay outside and earn the "knife music" of foreigners.

Of course, the specific situation is up to the benevolent and the wise.

"Yes, but I heard that I have to take IELTS and TOEFL, so I feel that it will be very troublesome."

The coach glanced at the girl who couldn't see her expression clearly in the distance, and asked casually, "Besides, are you willing to give up the little girlfriend you just made and the group of little ghosts in the welfare home?" ”