Outside the classroom, the students seemed very excited, chatting and chatting.

Qing Ze listened to the voices of those people and couldn't help but sigh that this was youth.

He walked to the club building, didn't enter through the main entrance, turned to the side, and went around to the side.

Aoze likes to take shortcuts.

When I went to the window of the Guzheng Department, there was a complaint from Yanagimachi Natsuka, "Ah, I made a mistake in that question just now."

Damn it! ”

Obviously, Natsuka Yanamachi is answering with Shinoko Hojo.

Qing Ze stepped forward, his eyes swept to the activity room of the Guzheng Department.

On the tatami mats, white silk and black silk are wrapped in different soles of the feet and stepped on there.

The curves of the girl's legs are unobstructed in the summer.

"Xia Hua, you did poorly in the exam, isn't that a normal thing?"

"Senior, you don't understand anything!"

Yanamachi Natsuka glared at him, quickly picked up the wooden board he brought from home, and rushed forward and said, "Hehe, let me see if my predecessor is bragging?" ”

She lifted the plank high and stacked it in three layers, her bright eyes full of anticipation, as if a fan was waiting for a singer to perform at a concert.

Qing Ze shook his head and said, "Don't hold the plank, wait for me to punch it over, what if the crumbs of the plank fly to your face?"

Put it here. ”

"Oh."

Yanamachi Natsuka put the wooden board on the window frame, and the person took two steps back and shouted, "Senior, you can start, ah, wait, I'll take pictures and videos, and then upload them to the group to show off." ”

"What group?"

Qing Ze was a little curious.

Yanamachi Natsuka replied casually: "Nian Shang controls the group, if I let them know that I have seniors with such strong arms, they will be envious." ”

Qing Ze pretended to be frightened and said, "You shouldn't be interesting to me, right?" ”

"Haha, senior, don't be kidding."

Yanamachi Natsuka waved her hand, started recording, pointed the camera at the wooden board and said, "Senior, you can start." ”

"Okay."

Qing Ze raised his right hand and slashed down.

Crack, the planks stacked in three layers shattered directly from it.

"Wow, that's amazing, senior!"

After Yanagimachi Natsuka finished speaking, she ended the video, picked up the broken wooden board with her right hand and looked at it, and exclaimed, "It turns out that human hands can really split wooden boards." ”

"As long as the power is strong enough."

Qing Ze withdrew his hand.

Yanagimachi Natsuka said cheekily: "Senior, can I pinch your strong biceps again?" ”

"Xia Hua, don't harass Qingze seniors."

Hojo Shinoko was no longer silent, stopped her friend's perverted behavior, and then handed the bento forward and said, "Senior Aoze, today is a tuna bento, I will make up for your brain, and I will work hard for the exam in the afternoon." ”

"Well, I'll do my best."

Qing Ze took the lunch box and said with a smile: "Xiaozi, you have to come on too, Xia Hua, add some oil by the way." ”

"It's too much, how can I be by the way?"

"You look like you're the kind of person who doesn't do well in school, and you can't even get it if you want to."

As soon as Yanamachi Natsuka heard this, she immediately couldn't bear it, she crossed her hands on her waist and said: "Senior, I don't pretend, I'm the second in the grade!"

If it weren't for Shinoko, I would have been the first in my grade. ”

Qing Ze was surprised and said, "Xiaozi, did you turn out to be the first in the grade?"

It's amazing, I haven't heard you mention it before. ”

"I said that I was the first in the grade, and I always felt a little self-selling and boasting."

Shinoko Hojo explained, "I didn't mean to deceive my seniors. ”

"Hey, the point is me! Second in grade! ”

Yanamachi Natsuka patted the window frame and strongly expressed her inner protest, at least to praise her a few words.

"Okay, you're second, and then what?"

"Cold violence, senior, you are inflicting cold violence on me!"

Yanamachi Natsuka crossed her hands around her chest, her cheeks bulging with anger, and she was very dissatisfied with such differential treatment.

Qing Ze smiled, raised his hand and touched her head and said, "Okay, you are very powerful." ”

Yanamachi Natsuka quickly slapped his hand away, covered his head and said, "Wow, you are so frivolous, how can you touch a girl's head casually."

Senpai, aren't you interested in me?

Oops, I feel the smell of danger. ”

"You're such a troublesome guy, I'll go first."

Aosawa waved goodbye, he planned to finish his meal and go to the ammunition depot of the US military stationed in Japan to experiment with his new ideas.

"Goodbye~"

Yanamachi Natsuka waved her hand, looked sideways at Hojo Shinoko next to her and said, "Are you jealous?" ”

Hojo Shinoko nodded, "It's a little sour." ”

"Hehe, don't worry, I won't rob you."

Yanagimachi Natsuka smiled and said playfully: "If you don't act all the time, maybe I'll rob it~"

"Xia Hua, sometimes I think it's not a good thing to be too confident, are you sure you can compare to the seniors of the Phoenix Academy?"

Hojo Shinoko's face returned to calm, revealing a poetic and serene beauty.

Yanagimachi Natsuka smiled and said, "This kind of thing, how can you know the answer if you don't go all out?" ”

"Why try when you know it's a bad answer."

Hojo Shinoko shook her head.

She thinks it's good to be able to meet Qingze's seniors in reality and chat on her mobile phone.

Make him a bento every day.

To be a man, we must know how to be sufficient, and we must also understand proportion.

Hojo Shinoko didn't think that he had a chance to win over the seniors of the Phoenix Academy.

Instead of embarrassing everyone, it's better to go with the flow.

All she had to do was be her friend's sister.

……

Ikebukuro, the second floor of a Chinese restaurant.

Drip, drip, drip.

The desk phone suddenly rang, and the man connected.

"Mr. Mitsui, about Mingfeng Real Estate."

"Get out!"

A simple, straightforward roar erupted from the man's mouth.

Mitsui Arashou, who knocked heavily on his desk, said in an impatient tone: "I didn't say it, now!" Don't bother me with anything!

What do you people do?

Could it be that I'm raising a bunch of waste! ”

After he finished growling, he hung up the phone heavily, his heart full of trepidation, and he had no idea of dealing with the company's affairs at all.

Amat disappeared inexplicably, it may be related to Jiro Higashiyama, was it Dior?

He didn't know that Dior was not alone in Tokyo today.

Secretly, it's likely that other visitors from the other world would do this kind of thing.

Dragons can get here, Dio can get there, there's no reason why others can't get here.

Any kind of imagination can find support for ideas, but there is no evidence to prove that one's imagination is correct.

Mitsui Araju was panicked, he was afraid that he would publicize the game so much, let the servant of the new apostle see the game, and then the person he turned in was not the strongest Amat on the surface.

Is it really okay to fool that person with someone else?

Mitsui Araoshou loosened his neckline, only to feel that his mouth was dry, and he was even more nervous than the first time he faced his father's assessment.

At least at that time, he knew that all he had lost was power, but he was able to keep his wealth.

But now he is likely to lose his power and his life.

Mitsui Aratoshi anxiously poured a cup of tea, took a sip of it, and scolded Iwasaki in his heart.

When there is a benefit, they post it one by one, and when they are in danger, they run faster than anyone else.

If he really wants to die, he must drag them to die before he dies.

Mitsui Araoshou thought to himself, his eyes swept to the person lying on the sofa.

The candidates for the original top eight are naturally impossible, and they must find another martial artist who did not show up, and lie that this martial artist killed Armat may be able to deceive the apostle.

Mitsui Araju thought about the excuse to wait, and suddenly realized that the space in front of him was not right, and an oval entrance appeared in the office.

The shape is similar to that of a mussel.

His heart trembled.

Immediately, a familiar tall figure stepped forward and stood in the office.

The crimson eyes seemed to be releasing an evil light, and the dragon's tail swayed slightly.

"Three days have arrived, what about the person I want?"

Mitsui Arashou, swallowed his saliva, hurriedly pointed to the martial artist on the sofa, and said with a smile: "It's him."

This one must meet your requirements. ”

Qing Ze glanced at it, the martial artist was tall, wearing a pair of boxers, and the muscle contours of his arms, thighs, and abdomen could prove his past exercises.

It's just that his voice is obviously incomparable to Armart, at most the voice of this building.

"I heard that you hold the strongest martial arts tournament on the surface, what about the champion?"

Aoze's question made Mitsui Arashou, his waist bent down unconsciously, and he said with a flattering smile on his face: "Actually, it's like this, that champion suddenly disappeared, and it is likely to be killed by Dior." ”

He changed his strategy and chose to tell the truth, hoping to have fewer routines and impress this person with sincerity.

Qing Ze roared: "Don't make excuses for your incompetence, failure is failure, you disappointed me." ”

With that, he kicked the martial artist outside, seemingly roughly, but in fact to prevent him from getting involved in the next attack.

In front of his office in Ikebukuro, he detonated a missile stored at a U.S. military base and captured the sound of the missile.

He wanted to see if he could cycle the destruction when he released the sound, capture the sound and release the sound again.

As for the agreement with Mitsui Artoshi, he did not intend to fulfill it from the beginning, and he was not worried about the adverse impact on the future use of the consortium.

The status between him and the consortium was already seriously unequal.

Thunder, rain and dew are all heavenly graces.

The next time he appeared in front of another consortium as a holy lord, he probably scolded Mitsui for being innocent, and he dared to live up to his expectations.

"No, no, sir, please give me another chance!"

Mitsui Araoju's face turned pale with fright, and he forgot the idea of pulling everyone into the water, and begged for mercy loudly.

Qing Ze just wanted to see if the pop could loop indefinitely, and he threw a punch directly into the air.

The blast of the missile is released.

Bang!

There was a loud bang, and the flames carried the impact directly to blow up this layer, bursting out of the window and outward, and the sound echoed throughout Ikebukuro.

The two-story house collapsed in response, and the windows around it cracked with a loud bang.

Qing Ze twitched his hand and found that the sound produced by the explosion was actually able to be withdrawn by himself, indicating that there was nothing wrong with the recycled use of the pop.

He used elemental displacement and turned into a gust of wind to leave the scene, not worrying about harming others, there were no ordinary people around this street for a long time.

(End of chapter)