They awakened the simulator memory!

Mianme Saotori tilted his little head and said: "Mr. Shimizu, but your entry information shows that you are only 16 years old. How did you practice for 16 years at the age of 20?"

Qing Shuiquan smiled and said: "I was practicing in my dream, and I could do it for several months in one night, so if you calculate it, it would be 20 years~"

"That's it~" Mianmu Zuotiao clenched his right hand into a fist and gently pounded it on the palm of his left hand, as if he suddenly realized something.

"Practice in a dream~ It's a good way~ I remember it, and I will practice like this in the future~ Then, thank you, Mr. Shimizu~"

Mianmu Zuotiao smiled and waved goodbye to Qingshuiquan, then turned and left.

But after walking less than two steps, Mianmu Zuotiao suddenly turned his head at a 45° angle and said with a smile.

"Mr. Shimizu, you must work hard to win until the fifth round~I will definitely 'thank you' for your answer then."

After saying that, Mianmu Zuotiao turned back and left with light steps.

Looking at Mianmu Zuotiao's leaving figure, Qing Shuiquan burst into laughter.

Although his disciple-granddaughter can tell at a glance that she is a troubled girl, she is quite interesting, and she doesn't know what she will become after being hit.

Are you just going to slump and stay away from the sword?Or will you never admit defeat and keep chasing?

"What are you laughing at?" Xue Xia, who frowned slightly, asked with dissatisfaction.

"When you meet interesting people or things, of course you have to smile." Qing Shuiquan explained casually.

"..." Yukinoshita did not continue to ask. She moved her gaze and looked at the light-footed Mianmu Satori in the distance.

Interesting...?

Snow seemed to be thinking.

After a while, Yukinoshita suddenly asked.

"Qingshui-kun, what do you want to do to her?"

"Of course, respond to her 'thank you' properly."

"That's it..." Yukinoshita nodded slightly, seemingly understanding.

.........

Not long after, the staff next to the ring called Qing Shuiquan's player number.

"I'll be back when I go."

After Qingshuiquan and Yukinoshita informed, they picked up the special sponge swords made for the competition and walked to the ring.

Looking at Qing Shuiquan's generous back, Yukinoshita hesitated for two seconds and then whispered.

"Shimizu-kun, come on."

Qing Shuiquan paused, turned around and said with a warm smile: "Yes, I can do it."

After saying that, Qing Shuiquan strode onto the ring.

After the referee announced the start of the game, Qing Shuiquan calmly put on the more basic defensive structure of Beichen Mingshen style - morning and evening posture.

He stood there, patiently waiting for his opponent to attack.

It's a pity that his opponent seems to be an extremely cautious type. The opponent holds a sword in both hands and slowly moves around him, seeming to be looking for a blind spot in his defense.

In order to show respect for his opponent, Qing Shuiquan also turned around in a small position, always facing his opponent head-on.

After a few seconds of confrontation, perhaps thinking that he had found an opportunity, Qing Shuiquan's opponent suddenly stepped forward and slashed at Qing Shuiquan's side with both swords.

Qing Shuiquan swung his left sword and easily cut open the opponent's swords. At the same time, he slashed out his right sword and hit the opponent's side hard.

"Bang---"

The sponge sword hit the hard protective vest, and the sound was slightly dull.

After successfully hitting the opponent's body, Qing Shuiquan retracted his swords and resumed his morning and evening posture.

"Carcass!"

Seeing this, the referee on the side shouted out where Qing Shui Quan had hit and raised the flag to signal Qing Shui Quan to get the first point.

In kendo competitions, there is an extremely important concept - zanshin.

The so-called zanshin means to continue to maintain the zanshin state physically (movements) and mentally (vigilance) after the blow is completed.

In actual performance, after the attack is completed, retreat to a safe area, or set up the structure again and enter the attack state.

After a strike is completed, there must be a residual heart for it to be considered a valid score.

In addition, a regular kendo match usually lasts 5 minutes, with an overtime of 3 minutes. The match is mostly a three-point match, that is, whoever gets two points first wins.

However, the sword dance competition is different. The time is still 5 minutes, but there is no overtime. In order to make the game more exciting, the scoring system is also changed to a nine-point system, that is, whoever gets five points first wins.

If neither player reaches five points within the specified time, the player with the higher score will win.

And if both sides have the same score, for example, they both get three points, they will win by getting the third point first.

And if neither side scores points, both players will be eliminated together.

Such rules basically force the contestants to take the initiative to attack and score points.

After explaining the rules, the screen returned to the arena.

After losing the first point, Qing Shui Quan's opponent became more cautious. He kept moving around Qing Shui Quan, but never dared to take action.

Seeing that the opponent was so cautious, Qingshuiquan changed its structure, from the morning and dusk posture of main defense to the dawn posture of main offense.

After Qingshuiquan started to attack, his opponent lost four points in a row without being able to figure it out at all, ending his wonderful journey at an extremely fast speed.

After winning, Qing Shuiquan left the ring calmly.

However, as soon as he got off the ring, a beautiful female reporter came from nowhere and pestered him.

"Mr. Shimizu, as the No. 2 perfect scorer in the Sword Dance Competition qualifiers, you easily defeated your opponent 5:0 in the first round of the group stage. How do you feel at this time?"

The other party was very polite, and Qing Shuiquan was not rude, so he could only respond gently.

By the time he finished dealing with the reporters, Yukinoshita over there had already entered the ring and started competing.

40 seconds later, the game ended. Yukinoshita, who had defeated his opponent at 5:0, came to Qingshuiquan with a sword in hand and an expressionless face.

Out of curiosity, the female reporter who had not gone far came up again.

237. "There's something terribly wrong with my sister"

"Can I take the liberty to ask, what is the relationship between the two of you?"

Looking at Qingshuiquan and Yukinoshita Yukino, who are like golden girls, the eyes of the beautiful female reporter are burning with the light of gossip.

"Relationship..." Qing Shuiquan looked at Yukinoshita with a gentle smile, "Yukino, what is our relationship?"

After Yukinoshita glanced at Qingshuiquan sideways, she grabbed his wrist without saying a word and walked to the side of the contestant tunnel.

After entering the players' tunnel, Yukinoshita let go of Qingshuiquan's wrist and said expressionlessly.

"Qingshui-kun, if you don't want to reveal your identity in advance, it's best to avoid contact with reporters, do you understand?"

The gentle-looking Qingshuiquan tilted his head slightly, "Xueino, are you jealous?"

"..."

After Yukinoshita looked at Qingshuiquan expressionlessly for a while, he suddenly sighed softly.

"Oh~ Qingshui-kun, can you please stop being so self-conscious? I'm just reminding you normally! Do you think I will be jealous because you talk to other women? I'm not that shallow."

After saying that, Yukinoshita said immediately without giving Qingshuiquan a chance to talk back.

"Besides, there are still nearly three hours until our next round. What are you going to do? Go back to the audience? Or stay by the ring?"

"..."

Qing Shuiquan looked at Yukinoshita in silence for a while, then said with a smile.

"Go back to the auditorium. The seats next to the ring are reserved for contestants who are about to take the stage. We don't want to take up resources. Besides..."

Qing Shuiquan pointed to the protective vest on his body and said, "Before we go back, we have to return this thing first."

Yukinoshita nodded slightly, "Well, I understand, then let's go pay it back."

Not long after, the two people who finished returning their protective vests returned to the auditorium and watched the game below with the other four people.

In a blink of an eye, more than two hours passed. The competition was approaching, and it was time for Qingshuiquan and Yukinoshita to compete below.

In the second round, Qingshuiquan still won easily 5:0.

There were some changes on Yukinoshita's side. Her opponent was much stronger than in the previous round. He was a slightly famous fifth-level swordsman in Kendo. But in the end, Yukinoshita still won with an excellent score of 5:2. defeated the opponent.

After winning this match, reporters around the ring noticed Yukinoshita's little dark horse.

The reporters were eager for first-hand information, but Yukinoshita didn't give them a chance. As soon as they got off the ring, Yukinoshita immediately grabbed Qingshuiquan's wrist and walked into the contestants' tunnel.

The reporters who had failed in their calculations did not dare to come forward to entangle them under the watchful eyes of the staff on the side. They could only take pictures of the two people's backs with their cameras.

In the contestant tunnel, Qingshuiquan looked at Yukinoshita and asked softly.

"Does it hurt?"

Yukinoshita said coldly: "Those two blows were on the protective vest, so I didn't feel anything."

"That's good..." Qing Shuiquan stretched out his hand to tidy up Yukinoshita's slightly messy temples.

In order to facilitate movement during the competition, Yukinoshita has tied her hair into a high ponytail, but when she moves, those hair strands will still break free from their restraints and express themselves.

Looking at Qingshuiquan with a gentle look in front of him, Yukinoshita's eyes dodge slightly.

Perhaps sensing Yukinoshita's emotional changes, Qingshuiquan suddenly lowered his head and looked straight into Yukinoshita's ice-blue eyes.

"..."

Yukinoshita's breathing stopped slightly, and she couldn't help but ask: "Qingshui-kun, what are you looking at?"

"I'm looking at...the world."

"Huh?" There was a trace of confusion in Yukinoshita's eyes.

Qing Shuiquan pressed Yukinoshita's forehead and said softly, "Yukishita, you are my world."

"..."

Faced with such a straightforward expression of love, Yukinoshita's breathing stopped and her pretty face couldn't help but feel hot.

She avoided Qing Shuiquan's gaze, not daring to look at him.

opportunity!

Sensing the opportunity, Qingshuiquan moved forward calmly, preparing to taste Yukinoshita's soft lips again.

However, at this moment, steady footsteps sounded from behind the corner.

Yukinoshita was startled and quickly pushed Qingshuiquan away.

Qing Shuiquan, who had been pushed away, had just stood still when the owner of the footsteps came out from behind the corner.

Judging from the opponent's appearance in kendo uniform, he should be a competitor.

The contestant seemed to be in a heavy mood. He frowned and walked past Qingshuiquan, completely unaware of Yukinoshita who was leaning against the wall with a pretty face flushed.

After the contestants who happened to pass by had gone away, Qingshuiquan looked back at Yukinoshita hopefully, as if he was longing for something.

"..."

Yukinoshita avoided Qingshuiquan's gaze and said seriously: "The reporters outside should disperse to pay attention to other people. Let's go return the protective vests."

"Oh~ okay." Qing Shuiquan sighed helplessly.

"..." Yukinoshita pursed her lips, her eyes becoming increasingly evasive.

Not long after, the two people who finished returning their protective vests returned to the auditorium and watched the game with the other four people.

.........

Time moved forward a little, and we came to the point where Yukinoshita had just won the second round of the game.

Looking at her sister on the stage, Yukinoshita Harano in the audience narrowed her eyes imperceptibly.

Previously, when she learned that her younger sister was participating in the sword dance competition, she was a little surprised, but it was understandable. She just assumed that her younger sister had signed up for the competition for her lover.

Later, when her younger sister passed the preliminaries with a highly completed sword dance, she felt vaguely that something was a little strange.

The difficulty of sword dance can be understood as long as you pay a little attention to kendo. How could her sister practice so well in such a short time?