I teach judo in Tokyo

Chapter 327 The real purpose of the snake?

"That' Japanese, That' red and white"

at dusk.

Outside, snow was still falling slowly.

Atobe Sousuke, Sister Kuno, Ryo Giori and Miyano Ai stayed in the utility room on the first floor of the dojo, sitting around the stove table. There were a lot of snacks and a bowl of soba noodles on the table.

This bowl of buckwheat noodles is quite meaningful in Japan. It is called Niangoe Buckwheat Noodles, and its status is similar to the longevity noodles or dumplings of Sousuke's previous homeland.

In Japan, eating New Year’s soba noodles and watching the Red and White Song Festival on the night of the last day of the year is basically equivalent to eating dumplings and watching the Spring Festival Gala on New Year’s Eve in the motherland in the previous life. It is a must-have part.

However, with the development of the times, more and more young people no longer like to watch the Red and White Song Concerts, and do not spend New Year's Eve at home. They would rather take advantage of the rare New Year's holiday to go out and play.

Well, this Red and White Song Festival is indeed quite boring.
Sousuke ate up the soba noodles in just a few mouthfuls. Kuno Maruko had always paid close attention to Sousuke's taste, so he was very pleased with the taste of the soba noodles he made.

It feels like my hometown in my previous life.

This kind of taste also conquered the other two people.

Miyano Ai took a sip and her eyes suddenly lit up: "Hmm! This taste is different from the soba noodles I have eaten before. The soup is great!"

As she spoke, she began to eat heavily.

As for Liang Yizhi next to him, he was already holding a bowl and looking up to drink soup.

Seeing Zongjie and others being so supportive, the widow couldn't help but smile happily: "This is what Zongjie told me to do. Just like it."

Miyano Ai looked at Atobe Sousuke curiously: "What kind of flavor is this? This soup is very rich."

"Hehe." Zongsuke smiled proudly, "This is Chinese-style soup noodles, how about it?"

"Hmm, Chinese flavor! No wonder."

The ancient oriental country in this world is more powerful and culturally prosperous than Zongsuke's previous life, so as long as it is said to be "Made in China", it can always make people awe-inspiring.

It's a little different from the dramatic sense of saying "madeinchina" in my previous life.

Several people huddled their feet under the quilt on the stove table, just watching the TV and chatting about something.

Zongjie looked at the widow's pretty face, and his heart moved slightly. Using the cover of the quilt, he quietly reached out and pinched her little hand under the quilt.

The widow trembled slightly, looked over with wide eyes, and then immediately turned back to the TV with a red face.

Zongsuke chuckled, and casually took the widow's soft little hand and put it on his inner demon.

I have to say that although I was forced to wear a kimono by the widow on this New Year's Eve, the kimono is loose and loose, which is really convenient sometimes.

The widow was initially confused as to what Zongsuke was holding her hand for, but when she encountered something familiar, she suddenly trembled all over.

However, he managed to maintain his composure and practiced shifting gears obediently.

At this moment, her warm and slippery feet accidentally touched Sousuke's calf.

When the little feet touched Zongsuke, they shrank slightly as if they were frightened.

"Hiss!" Zongjie looked at the widow who turned her head with a faint smile on her lips.

Sister Kuno, you quite understand emotions.

While praising in his heart, Zongsuke's feet immediately boldly reached back and hooked the soft feet.

His current body control ability is super strong. Even if he uses his feet, he can feel it like a normal person with his hands.

Hehe, Sister Kuno’s little feet are so great!

In this way, with the help of the widow's nimble little hands, Zongjie played with his little feet happily, feeling that this New Year's Eve was full of flavor.

After a while, the widow shook as if frightened.

He was helpless and wanted to twitch a few times before he withdrew his hand, and then said with a red face: "I'm going to throw away the garbage!"

Then, she clenched her fists, hurriedly stood up and ran out.

Liang Yizhi twitched her nose in confusion - yes, it's here again, I've smelled this smell in the teacher's room before.

What is it?
Sousuke recalled with a smile on his face.

Then, his smile quickly stiffened.

Wait, Sister Kuno is obviously gone, so whose little feet he is playing with right now are theirs! ! ? ? ?

He secretly raised his head and looked at the other two girls who were also hiding their feet in the table stove.

Good disciple Ryo Yiori had a calm face, and when she saw Zongsuke looking at her, she looked back in confusion. Obviously, the feet are not made by Liangyi -

Zongsuke looked at Miyano Ai again.

The female researcher was turning her face away at the moment, raising her head stiffly and pretending to watch the Hongbai Song Festival seriously, but there was an unnatural blush on her face.

Good guy, it’s you!
Zongsuke was a little embarrassed for a moment.

What's wrong with this? I'm afraid I'm going to be regarded as a pervert, right?
Sousuke wondered if he should end it there.

However, he saw that although the female researcher was shy, her feet under the quilt were controlled by her obediently.
He feels that the other party may not be very repulsive?

Thinking like this, he couldn't help but put one hand into the quilt, replaced his own feet, and directly tentatively held the smooth little feet.

Miyano Ai trembled, glanced at Zongsuke, and then immediately looked away.

Even the earlobes are a little red.

It seems to be the default!
A smile appeared on Zongsuke's lips, and he began to play with it with his more flexible hands very unceremoniously.

Hehe, they are fleshy and soft, these are the serious little feet of a beautiful researcher who never leaves the door and never takes a step forward, and who only wants to do experiments.

It feels great in hand!

Sousuke just kneaded the researcher's feet with his right hand. After the widow came back after washing her hands, he held Sister Kuno's little hand with his left hand and watched TV casually.

I just feel so high.

The other side of Tokyo.

Sosuke Atobe and Medivac were on the top floor of the office building where they were having a chaotic time.

At this moment, a conference table consisting of several long tables was set up.

At the head of the table, a man wearing a red coat with white shoulders and a military cap, resembling a military uniform, was sitting.

His face was gloomy but with pride, and he looked around.

There were not many people sitting at the conference table, only six or seven people in total.

Finally, he said coldly to the three-dimensional projection suspended above the conference table: "Sir Luke, your two secretaries are not here at this time. It is very derelict in their duties."

In the projection floating above, the real person is clearly Luke, a tall man wearing a one-eye patch. From the image, it can be seen that he should be sitting on a huge sofa with a cigar in his hand.

Luke in the projection smiled slightly: "Your Excellency Vega, and everyone in Jormungandr, although my secretary is not here, having my son entertain you should not be a slight to you, right?"

As he spoke, he pointed at a handsome blond man standing upright at the edge of the conference table.

"Adilheid, my son, come and tell your colleagues in Jormungandr about your next plan."

"Ok."

The young man nodded slightly, raised the remote control in his hand and pressed it lightly, and saw an image projected on the white wall on one side of the office.

In the image, what is shown is a column-shaped device that looks silvery white, made entirely of metal, with a diamond-like gem on the top, and looks full of technology.

"Using the most cutting-edge technology, combined with unspeakable occult rituals, the device jointly researched and built by World Serpent and Luke Group is called - "Spiritual Fluctuation Collection Device". It has been installed in advance. Several locations inside Tokyo Dome. "

Adilheide confidently walked to the wall, raised his hand and pressed it. The page switched to the internal structure diagram of the Tokyo Dome. In the mezzanine of the gorgeous arena in the center, nearly ten coordinate points were arranged in a regular pattern.

He talked eloquently: "In fact, we had already installed the same devices in the thirty-two arenas in Tokyo before this. After nearly a month of qualifying, we have actually completed the full amount of equipment." "Psychic fluctuations" are collected and stored in the "Oliha Steel Essence" on the top of these devices. Research in the laboratory has shown that the "Oliha Steel Essence" that stores mental fluctuations does contain special radio wave frequencies. "

"However, these large and complex "spiritual fluctuations", according to the "ancient books", can only be used to consume energy for "rituals", but cannot be used as "flints". "

Adilheide paused and said calmly: "What can be used as a "flint" is the "intense fluctuation" that only top fighters have. Putting the top warriors on the ring, in front of the entire audience Under the excitement of support and spiritual impact, the "intense fluctuations" unique to the top powerhouses will be purified and promoted into qualified "flints". After sufficient strength is accumulated, "He" can be awakened. "

"At that time, with the advent of "He", the "Great World" that has not been able to reappear for tens of thousands of years since the destruction of the "Long Era" will also follow."

When Adilheide said this, he glanced at the "adults" who were listening calmly to his "ridiculous" speech with a dull expression.

There were six of them in total, each wearing a gray-white full-length cloak and a white mask with special patterns on their faces. They were all quietly waiting for his next words.

So he smiled slightly: "Of course, you adults should also know that the series of plans I just mentioned are essentially 'imaginations' that have never been successfully verified."

"All of its 'conclusions' are just based on what that special 'ancient book' says. It doesn't even know whether there are errors in the relevant steps."

"This competition is just our first 'attempt'. Even if it fails, it doesn't matter. Anyway, Luke Group's investment has already earned more than 70% of the revenue from gambling and other peripheral operations, which is completely enough to support the future. Continue to hold competitions of the same level.”

"But if it really succeeds by chance, then the "road ahead" that has been cut off by all of you will naturally no longer be a "dead end". "

(End of this chapter)