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"I think it could be. Last time in Saitama, the owner of the ramen shop, I was very sure that I saw appreciation for the diners in his eyes. I believe that if you go to his shop again, he will definitely serve you with all his heart."

"I see... But isn't it too careless to call yourself a master? It's just you and me, and there's not even a witness."

"So, senior sister, are you going to use your connections to get Tera Zi out as a witness?"

Fujiwara Chika thought about it and realized that she didn't care so much when she was playing with Terako in private, but she would feel shy if a boy was watching, so she canceled the plan and shook her head.

"I think it's good to be a reclusive master. If it gets out, people will gather around and watch me while I'm eating, and I won't be able to enjoy the taste of ramen." She took another sip of the soup and made noises like a small animal again.

"It might as well be a good idea."

There was a silence between the two of them. Fujiwara Chika couldn't help herself and said with a smile, "Xingyuan-san is really interesting. I can't talk nonsense seriously at all."

"Fujiwara-senpai, you are very cooperative, and I don't think this is nonsense. I am just exploring some possibilities. It is very interesting to seek knowledge of the unknown."

"So I don't understand whether you are talking nonsense or being serious. If someone is not observing carefully, no one can see the curve at the corner of your mouth."

"It seems like you're the same type of Stand as me, but you're the first one who can talk like this with me. It's rare for two of us to talk nonsense so seriously like this."

"Well~, if that's the case, I have something to tell you." Fujiwara Chika's eyes were serious and upright.

"What, what happened?"

"It's me..." She paused deliberately, then shook off her seriousness and said with a silly smile, "Actually, I prefer barbecue or sushi to ramen."

"...Don't say that casually." Xing Yuanhui recalled the encouraging and admiring look from the boss when he saw Fujiwara Chika finish her soup in the ramen shop last time. "It will make some people sad."

"Eh? What?" Fujiwara Chika tilted her head, her eyes fluttering, and she didn't understand who Xing Yuanhui was referring to.

After feasting on the food, the two passed by a vending machine amidst laughter and chatter. Xing Yuanhui quickly ordered two bottles of drinks, handed them to Fujiwara Chika very naturally and said, "Let's not talk about this. Come on, we've talked so much, and we just ate udon noodles. Your mouth must be salty, right? You should drink more water."

"Thank you..." Fujiwara Chika took it naturally, but she quickly reacted and asked with narrowed eyes, "Are you paying me back for the credit card I swiped for you just now?"

"You've figured this out. That's right." It seems like it's indeed a stand of the same type. How perceptive.

Xing Yuanhui smiled and said, "Senior sister, can't you be considerate of the feelings of the junior brother who is being cared for and accept it silently?"

"Then you should first understand and consider your feelings, right? And obviously..." The pink-haired senior stopped talking in time. There was no need to bring up the matter of Fujiwara Toyomi again.

She changed the subject abruptly: "It's not my style to accept silently. You will accumulate rewards here. Do we have to keep accumulating favors with each other like this?"

"Then let's both take a step back? Otherwise, it would be tiring to bring an extra bottle of drink every time you go out in case you run into a senior."

"That's right." Fujiwara Chika put her hands behind her back, raised her head slightly and looked at Xing Yuanhui sideways, "So why don't you come to the board game club to play with us? I feel like you'll get along well with me and Terako. We just need an interesting male soul like you to make our games more entertaining."

"I think it's a little too early to decide on a club now." At the same time, Xing Yuanhui pointed in a direction, "And it seems that the board game club has not gained nothing today."

Fujiwara Chika looked in the direction of the finger and vaguely saw two people wearing classic silver and blue duel disks in their hands walking towards the grove, but they soon disappeared completely.

"Haha~, how could it be possible that Tera is trying to get the freshman who just called in to play cards? Even in our board game club, we wouldn't do something so impolite." She said with a smile, waving her hands.

Fujiwara Chika led Xing Yuanhui to the activity room of the board game club. Before the senior from the board game club could touch the door handle, a gust of wind blew the door open for her.

"Wow, it looks great. You must have spent a lot of time to organize it?" Xing Yuanhui looked around and exclaimed.

The first thing that catches your eye is a large table made of solid wood with a fine texture and natural and elegant grain.

There is a comfortable sofa placed under the window at the back, with pillows neatly stacked on one side. The sofa occupies one side of the table. There are cabinets and shelves on both sides of the wall. The cabinets are filled with chess pieces for board games, which look very powerful. The shelves are filled with game boxes, and I don’t know how much they are worth.

There was a refrigerator and a pantry in the corner, and he saw several cans of tea.

It can be seen that the two people in the board game club know how to enjoy life very much. If I were Tera, after staying in the board game club for a long time, I would naturally treat this place as my home. What a paradise on earth for lovers.

He admired the handsome chess pieces locked in the glass for a while, and felt that the atmosphere seemed a little too quiet. Looking back, he found that the senior was staring at an empty corner.

"What's wrong? Is there something missing?"

Xing Yuanhui stood behind Fujiwara Chika and used his height advantage to observe the abruptly empty cabinet in the glass cabinet.

The cabinet was very clean, both inside and outside. Xing Yuanhui couldn't tell anything through the dust. He could only see a booklet in the corner with "Key Points of the Process" written on it.

Fujiwara Chika opened her mouth slightly, staring blankly at the place, as if a villager whose house had been looted by a brave man was feeling sad looking at an empty treasure chest.

Then the pink-haired villager suddenly exploded, holding his head in his hands, and yelled in disbelief, "It really is them! I haven't even played that duel disk yet! I just mentioned the duel disk a few days ago!"

"..." Xing Yuanhui suggested, "Then do you want to go find them?"

"But they all ran away, right?" Fujiwara Chika sighed, and finally a glimmer of light appeared in her eyes. "There's nothing I can do. If that's the case..."

"In that case?" The young man took out the booklet from the corner of the cabinet while speaking.

Maybe there's something written on it? Judging from the cover, it shouldn't be something with a high level of confidentiality, right?

"In that case, we can only go to other clubs first. I wanted to use these two duel disks with Tera to have a show match between you and another newcomer." She spread her hands, looking helpless.

"It seems you are not angry." Xing Yuanhui silently closed the booklet.

"Angry? What are you angry about?" Fujiwara Chika took a sip of the drink that Xing Yuanhui bought for her. "It's just that there's no need to be angry about such a small matter. It's just a pity that I can't show my handsomeness as a duelist in front of you guys."

"...You're not disappointed because you felt there were no audience when it was just you and Tera before, and that it wasn't soulful enough, and now that there are audiences you can't play exhibition matches or recite your lines?" Xing Yuanhui asked meaningfully.

"How, how could it be? Would I be that kind of person? Hahaha..."

Fujiwara Chika finally saw the booklet in the corner that recorded the operating procedures of a certain exhibition match in Xing Yuanhui's hand, and her laughter became quieter and quieter.

There was indeed nothing inappropriate for children written on it, it was all steps for the show, but the last page seemed to be a record book of their discussion at the time, and there was a sentence written on it: One day, I will fill the board game club and let everyone see our Yu-Gi-Oh show match!

Senior Butterfly Tie did not explain this possibility. She just quietly took back the booklet and then changed the subject: "The Kendo Club's dojo is right next to this building. Boys all like swords, right? Let's go there first."

Is this considered a tacit agreement? Xing Yuanhui thought.

Chapter 26 Kendo Club

"This is the Kendo Club, the most popular sports club in Shuchiin. How about it? Do you want to pick up a bamboo sword and practice swordplay right away?"

Fujiwara Chika imitated the way of swinging a sword and swung the air sword a few times. Her passionate look made her look more like a new student than Xing Yuanhui.

"It's okay." Xing Yuanhui grinned implicitly without showing his teeth.

The dojo behind my house will be demolished and turned into a music room in a few days. According to the confessions of the three little ones in the welfare home, there are still a few bamboo swords in the warehouse there, but I haven't been there to see it yet. Do you think I am interested in kendo?

However, considering that he heard the crisp sound of strikes coming from the kendo club after approaching it, Xing Yuanhui had to admit that his primitive hunting genes from ancient times were activated and his mentality had undergone some small changes.

Which young man has not dreamed of picking up a long, straight, hard wooden stick on the roadside to start his dream of becoming a hero?

Now that he was already here, Xing Yuanhui put on airs and pushed open the door of the Kendo Club's dojo with a "whoosh". He also gave a very un-Japanese bow to Fujiwara Chika (meaning his waist was not bent to 90 degrees), which made the other party cover her mouth and laugh.

"Where did you learn this?" She waved her hands and suddenly put on a serious look with a solemn expression.

Fujiwara Chika stood on the other side of the door, forming a door god combination with Xing Yuanhui, with her arms placed in front of her chest, stretched inward in a straight line, bowed slightly, and said in a bold tone: "Welcome back."

After saying that, he slid back to his original jumping appearance like a snake shedding its skin, put his hands on his hips and said proudly: "I look better like this, Xingyuan classmate needs to learn more."

"Indeed, but in the eyes of others, our movements are too... graceful. The people inside are fascinated by our performance." Xing Yuanhui ignored Fujiwara Chika's gradually reddening face and continued to poke his head inside to report, "Oh, it seems that they pushed someone out. This domineering hairstyle... It's obvious that he is the boss. Do you know this person, senior sister?"

The newcomer had sharp eyes, which were different from Guild Leader Shirogane's, who seemed to be using dark circles under his eyes to show his sharpness. His black kendo uniform and short black hair combed back all added a sense of sharpness to his owner, causing those passing by him to step back and make way for him.

"Fujiwara? What are you doing here today?" He looked directly at Xing Yuanhui for a while. Perhaps because of his height, he felt uncomfortable with having to look up slightly, so he turned to ask Fujiwara Chika, who was hiding behind Xing Yuanhui and taking deep breaths to adjust herself, feeling embarrassed to be seen showing off.

Senior sister with a butterfly knot adjusted herself quickly. After huffing and puffing a few times behind Xing Yuanhui, she stepped out gracefully from behind Xing Yuanhui and explained with a subtle smile like a lady, "It can be regarded as bringing a junior I know to visit the club. Would Xiaodao be willing to let him experience the club activities of the Kendo Club in advance?

"He has great physical strength and athletic talent. Although he may not have had much experience with kendo before, I believe he will be able to pick it up quickly!"

She kept talking as if she was promoting her own proud child, and Xing Yuanhui felt something was wrong.

Why do I feel uncomfortable and ashamed when a stranger visits and my parents suddenly mention my name?

So he made sure his movements weren't noticed by Kojima on the opposite side, and he patted Fujiwara Chika's shoulder lightly. When she turned around, he winked and tried to communicate with her through eye contact.

Hey, I didn't say I was going to try it.

Fujiwara Chika saw that Xing Yuanhui's eyes and eyebrows moved regularly. After thinking for a while, she turned to Oshima and said, "Oh, he is just shy. So what? Can you help me?"

What did you understand? Xing Yuanhui could only pinch his brows and pretend to have a headache to express his helplessness.

But deep in his heart, unwilling to admit it, that hint of secret joy took root in the earth of pretense and reserve and quickly sprouted.

All I can say is that Xing Yuanhui has too heavy a burden in his heart. It's no wonder, since this is how he has lived his two lives.

Xiaodao on the opposite side looked at the two people who seemed to be performing a pantomime in front of him. Thinking of the glorious deeds of the noisy girl in school, he decided to pretend that he saw nothing to avoid trouble.

So he said directly: "Of course, the next one is you, classmate, what should I call you?"

"Xingyuan Hui." Xingyuan Hui responded seriously, one step ahead of Fujiwara Chika. He felt that if he let this pink-haired senior continue talking, the impression he made on Kojima would be strangely distorted.

Kojima nodded, said nothing, and walked into the dojo.

The two of them walked along the island into the entrance hall. Xing Yuanhui rubbed his feet and took off his shoes easily.

In contrast, Fujiwara Chika's way of taking off her shoes is much more ladylike. She sits on the small stool provided by the entrance and places her hands on the base of her penny loafers.

She gently applied force with her hands, and her heels naturally appeared. She then grabbed the heels and pushed forward, and the shoes came off, revealing her feet wrapped in white calf socks.

Inside the dojo, many people were practicing sparring in the multiple areas divided by lines on the wooden boards. The crisp sound of swords crossing and colliding could be heard throughout the hall.

The two of them followed Xiaodao into the dojo and watched him find someone to arrange the next matters. Xing Yuanhui muttered to himself and seemed to be asking someone, "Is it too late for me to say I don't want to go up now?"

"It's quite late, but young people should be brave enough to try. Why don't you just pretend that the people in the audience are potatoes? Or do you prefer eating potatoes?" Fujiwara Chika gave irrelevant advice.

"Thank you so much, but aren't these two the same thing?"

Xing Yuanhui thought about it and decided to let his current thoughts be buried with the passage of time. If he couldn't hide, he would just go for it.

Obviously, that hint of secret joy has grown into a towering tree that has clouded the mind.

Again, no man would refuse to have a handy weapon in his hand, and anyone who says they don’t like it would be a lie.

"Someone is practicing sparring now. How is it? Has it aroused your inner desire for sword?" Fujiwara Chika looked at Xing Yuanhui cunningly, trying to see from his face the pursuit of a normal boy for a weapon.

Hehehe, you are still interested after all.

After confirming what she wanted to see, Fujiwara Chika withdrew her gaze with satisfaction.

There are roughly two types of people in the Kendo Club. On one side are those who all wear dark-colored Kendo uniforms, and on the other side are students like Xing Yuanhui and Fujiwara Chika who come to visit the club wearing school uniforms.

At this time, people were watching the sparring partners who were divided into several groups in the dojo. They were all wearing the protective gear used in kendo competitions.

In the pair of couplets closest to them, it was obvious that one of them was a novice, struggling to fend off another veteran member of the Kendo Club who was taking the initiative.

Crisp collision sounds continued to be heard. After attacking a few times, the veteran would always step back a few steps to allow the novice to adjust his breathing and pace, and then let the novice attack him again.

The veteran would always parry, counterattack and then retreat, and his every move had a sense of ease, as if he was strolling in the garden.

"Why don't you go up and try, Fujiwara-senpai? You know someone who can play with you anyway."

"Uh..." Fujiwara Chika was embarrassed to say that the kendo club's protective gear did not have her size, and that forcing herself to wear it would cause difficulty in breathing, and that her junior seemed to have misunderstood something.

She said seriously, "Xiaodao is not the kind of person who would play house with girls. From the rumors I heard, he is very serious and serious on the field."

Xing Yuanhui heard some complicated emotions from her words and said with a smile: "Why? Senior sister, haven't you tried it before? You are obviously much more excited than me."

"I'm not suitable for it, and it's so embarrassing to be seen by others when I'm flustered when facing the opponent's sword." Fujiwara Chika waved her hands and shook her head, her face turning slightly red.

Xing Yuanhui couldn't tell whether she blushed because she was shy or because of something else, so he continued to tease, "Then why did you ask me to go up? It's better for me to die than for my fellow Taoist to die."

The boy stared at the senior schoolmate in front of him with a hint of amusement. Instead of reflecting on the situation, she showed an expression of gloating.

“I told you to practice, and if you miss this chance, you may never have another chance in the future! Besides, no one will recognize you if you’re wearing protective gear.” The senior with the bow tie was afraid that the junior in front of her would run away, so she hurried to comfort him.

Xing Yuanhui sighed and said nothing more. He fully suspected that the senior sister had ulterior motives in bringing him to visit. If the first reason was to make amends to Fujiwara Toyoshi by bringing him to visit the club, then the second reason was probably that she thought it was fun.

Anyway, the two are not in conflict. You gain knowledge and I gain happiness. It's a win-win situation.

The two people in the field fought for several rounds, and the fight ended when the challenger was exhausted.

Watching both sides take off their helmets, their faces covered in sweat, and the protective gear in their hands still dripping with sweat, Xing Yuanhui felt a strong repulsion for the first time in a long time and was extremely resistant to this thing.

If he was not mistaken, the turban was made of cotton, and the visor, torso, armor, and waistband were made of resin plates and leather.

Xing Yuanhui began to sweat. He didn't have any problem with these things, but they were airtight, right?

In order to protect novices, these protective gears are usually wrapped very tightly. In addition, the Kendo Club's club experience activities have been going on for a while, which means that -

When I put on the protective gear later, it will make other people sweat a little bit, right?

Don't do that! Xing Yuanhui was sure that he was already screaming like the man in the famous painting "The Scream" with his hands pressed against his cheeks with twisted lines!

Friends who exercise regularly know that clothes soaked with sweat can still be called "clothes" when they are on the body, but after taking them off, they are just biological weapons. Anyone who can put them on again is a god.

This is true for clothes stained with one's own sweat, not to mention clothes stained with other people's sweat. What's the difference between this and being drowned in a pig cage?

Thinking of this, Xing Yuanhui immediately suppressed his inner fear and reluctance, and whispered to the senior student beside him: "What do you think, can I play without wearing protective gear?"