My youth love story can definitely be written

Biqigu grinned, his mouth was smiling, and his words were full of teasing, but his eyes were full of indifference.

"Anyway, for you, whether it is Misaki-senpai or her elder sister... Ui Kusaka Fuka, are they just playthings?"

After Biqigu's words fell, Mitaka could no longer hold back the anger in his heart, and grumbled and grabbed Biqigu by the collar.

"Bi, Qi, Gu, Ba, and Han!"

He roared word by word, and behind the transparent lens were eyes that seemed to be bitten by someone.

"What, are you fighting?"

Biqigu tilted his head, a smile crossed his mouth.

"Don't blame me for not reminding you, in terms of combat effectiveness, I am better than you..."

I'm much stronger than you.

Biqigu didn’t say this, because Ren’s fist hit his cheek a second, subconsciously suppressing the fluctuating energy in his body, and Biqigu temporarily sealed the energy in his body. live.

"Jarvis, seal my physical strength to an average person's level... By the way, just follow Mitaka's standards."

"Yes, my master, but I have to mention that Mitaka's physical fitness is actually higher than ordinary people..."

"Isn't that just right? I didn't come here to find a fight on purpose."

Twisting his neck, Biqigu ended the conversation in his mind with Jarvis.

A strong feeling of weakness came back from his body, and Biqigu squeezed his fist, and the feeling of weakness made him frown very uncomfortably.

Have you adapted to the previous strong body?

Mumbling to himself, Biqigu knows very well that the so-called sense of weakness is just his illusion, and his body is still stronger than the average person... This is to adjust the strength of the seal according to Mitaka's physical condition, don't look at it. Mitaka has a thin and weak appearance, with eyes, think about it carefully, can the people who can mix in the nightclubs rise, and the crowds of gun friends, will the body be weak?

Therefore, the strength should not be weak.

It's just that compared to Qigu's strength before self-sealing, it was still a little too far behind, so he felt extremely uncomfortable.

After all, it is easy to go from simplicity to luxury and difficult to go from extravagance to frugality.

After tidying up the somewhat deformed shirt pulled by the furious Mitaka Ren, Biqigu gave him a haughty and disdainful look.

"What, is it so irritated? Really, Misaki is also a fool, right? I actually like a guy like you... The future must be deceived by someone and end up lonely, right? Huh, what a pity... "

"Biqigu..."

Mitaka squeezed his fist, her face was hidden by the shadow cast by her bangs, so she couldn't see her expression, but because her voice was trembling, she was probably very angry.

Seeing what he wanted to say, Biqigu interrupted him and rubbed his right fist. Biqigu bared his teeth and showed a slightly hideous smile at Mitaka.

"Now, what else do you want to quibble about? If it's a man, just use your fist to talk to me! I won't give you back your punch."

"My current physical fitness is no different from yours, so don't be beaten by me and then cry and run back to find my mother!"

The right fist that had not been released from the beginning, with the sound of howling wind, hit Mitaka's left face heavily. Unprepared, his glasses were directly blown out by Biqigu's fist.

Staggering back a few steps, Mitaka did not pick up the pair of glasses that had fallen on the ground. He reached out and wiped a hand on his face. He roared and rushed towards Biqigu.

"Biqigu!"

Why is it so bad?

With a sneer, Biqigu greeted him, and then easily avoided Mitaka's mindless attack, and hit his stomach with a violent knee.

"After eating this note, just give me a good thought, what exactly you want, what can you give to Misaki-senpai!"

"Ahem..."

After coughing twice, Mitaka ignored the colic sensation coming from his stomach, still roared at Biqigu, trying to stamp his fist on Biqigu’s annoying face.

"You... what do you know!"

"I don't understand anything."

Biqigu stepped back, flashing Mitaka's left uppercut, right uppercut and other messy attacks, he said blankly.

"But I know at least one thing, I at least, understand a person's mood."

"Snapped!"

Mitaka's straight fist hit Biqigu's face heavily. It was visible to the naked eye that Biqigu's cheek was red and swollen, but his expression remained unchanged. He slowly squeezed his fist, "Kaba Ka Ka The voice rang.

"Look, your fists are so weak...You are here, what do you regret? You are here again, what are you looking forward to?"

Mitaka's straight punch just now hit Biqigu because... he didn't hide at all.

"Grit my teeth, Senior Ren."

The veins violently burst, Biqigu gritted his teeth,

"After eating my punch, I will go and apologize to Misaki-senpai!"

Take a step, step forward, and punch.

A simple straight punch hit Mitaka's nose fiercely, and the powerful impact directly turned him over from the sofa.

"Boom!"

The sound of heavy objects falling.

Bi Qigu sat heavily on the sofa behind him, rubbed his cheeks, his mouth twitched,

"Sigh...Ma Dan, it hurts..."

"Well, I think Mitaka should be more painful, right?"

After watching the whole process, Chihiro stood at the door, took a light cigarette, and then slowly spit out an eye socket in front of him.

"Why do you have to choose this approach? Think about it again, there should be a better way?"

"Huh? Didn't you mean chicken soup for the soul? It's troublesome."

Bieqigu leaned heavily on the back of the sofa, curled his mouth and said,

"What if it becomes the poisonous milk of the soul...the trouble will die at the time."

"It's still that simple..."

Looking up at the ceiling on his head, Bi Qigu felt dizzy after a long absence.