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"Indeed." Senior Jia actually nodded in agreement with Xing Yuanhui.

When Fujiwara Chika saw that the third-year senior agreed to Xing Yuanhui's lies, she felt as if black lines appeared on her forehead because of this behavior that boosted the morale of other schools and destroyed the prestige of her own school.

"I told you that's impossible! The area of Shuchiin is not that big... It seems to be really big, but no matter what, it's impossible to do it in school!"

Due to etiquette and her unfamiliarity with Senior A, Senior Sister Butterfly Knot was unable to confront him, so she could only run behind Xing Yuanhui, put her hand on the boy's back, and try to push him out.

"Senior, stop being funny." The boy didn't move at all, and turned to say goodbye to the senior beside him, "Then, we are going to the Kyudo Club. Senior, you have worked hard, and we will see you again if we are lucky."

"So, you really don't consider joining the Kendo Club?" Senior A looked puzzled. With your physical condition, you can go anywhere. You can join the Kyudo Club, but people there don't rely mainly on strength to make a living.

It's better for you to join the baseball club than the archery club. With your strength, if you mobilize all your energy and throw the ball with all your might, you can definitely become a legend.

I just wonder if the background color of this legend will be red with a little white, and with a quick alarm bell sound...

"Do I look like someone who likes sports?"

Xing Yuanhui stretched out the back of his hand and carefully looked at the difference in skin between himself and Senior Jia, and the result was obvious at a glance.

Not only is her skin white, but it is also tender, with no calluses on the palms. If it weren't for the fact that she still has some flesh on her body, she could have been a third gender like Hideyoshi.

Seeing them comparing skin color, Butterfly, who couldn't stay idle, took the initiative to join the battle. Unfortunately, Xing Yuanhui was slightly inferior and was still a little darker than Fujiwara Chika.

Due to genetic limitations, she had no choice but to accept the result, so Fujiwara Chika put on a victorious smile.

The senior couldn't help himself when he saw the two of them unconsciously playing tricks again. In his opinion, Xing Yuanhui's answer was irrelevant.

"What I mean is, why don't you consider showing off your skills in the field of kendo? Even if it's less than a year, judging by the strength and speed you just showed, you can definitely make a difference in the upcoming high school kendo tournament."

The senior advised like a coach in a comic who saw the protagonist wasting his talent: "You just need to familiarize yourself with the rules and master some techniques. You can definitely participate in the high school kendo competition in the second half of the year..."

"...Senior, you have become my fan, right?" The boy interrupted his senior and asked tentatively.

"If I'm concerned about your future actions, yes. After all, you're the one who was able to defeat me in a fair fight with absolutely no experience, so it's normal for me to be concerned about you."

Senior A admitted it generously, saying there was nothing to be embarrassed about. Being defeated by a newcomer in a field that he had studied for many years, whether it was anger, jealousy, sadness or shock, it was unrealistic not to be affected.

Instead of keeping these emotions bottled up inside, it is better to admit them and gain peace of mind.

Xing Yuanhui shrugged and said, "Then you may be disappointed. I probably won't join a sports club."

The young man's answer made the senior frown. He didn't understand why the other party treated his talent in this way.

"Why? Isn't this such a waste?"

It's unbelievable. Usually, teenagers have extraordinary talents that others can't catch up with, and their physical talents are obvious. How could they just ignore them?

Have you ever been bullied because of your talent? It doesn't look like that? The other person looks normal on the surface, not like a dark character with a twisted heart.

Xing Yuanhui had a grin on his face and didn't want to answer this kind of question at all.

The last time he heard a similar question was when the system asked him why he didn't rule the world and move towards the starry sea. I remember that I was severely despised by the system at that time.

"Do you want to imitate that great golden man and play around for the third millennium to the third ten thousand years? You will be forced to sit on the toilet for ten thousand years, and you may not even have the chance to come out and howl, 'I have been imprisoned for ten thousand years'!"

"Stop. First of all, this is not the set of 40k. Secondly, I remember you boasting that you can travel across worlds? Then why don't I just run away? Who can stand squatting on the toilet for ten thousand years?"

Imagine there are four things under the big golden man's butt, red, blue, green and pink, looking at his ass. Too scary, what are the four gay heads?

After recalling the glorious days when he made the system shut down its microphone for the first time, Xing Yuanhui returned to reality.

What should I do? I can’t tell Senior A that I already have a career. Being an athlete is not only a timely help, but also the icing on the cake.

No, maybe it’s better to add icing on the cake. The famous “Double Swordsman” Shohei Ohtani’s annual salary doesn’t seem to be as high as his. He has accumulated a lot of songs and fame over the years, and he is collecting copyright fees…

So the young man paused, and said slowly and calmly like a diplomat: "How should I put it? For some people, talent is the guidance of God, and they are destined to walk on the path of talent in this life.

"But not everyone's life is determined by talent alone. On the road to finding out what lies ahead, some people are willing to give up those 'God-given' talents to see different scenery."

Although these are all clichés, with Xing Yuanhui's ability, he can create a future by delivering takeout.

"Is that so?" Senior Jia couldn't tell anything from Xing Yuanhui's face. Since he and Xing Yuanhui had only fought each other, he could only agree, "That's a pity."

"It's not such a pity. In life, it's a good thing to have a strong and healthy body."

Fujiwara Chika at the side suddenly interrupted and said something philosophical, which made Xing Yuanhui uncomfortable. He looked at the senior sister who suddenly became serious with empty eyes.

“What Fujiwara-san said makes sense.” The senior nodded in agreement.

The senior recalled the martial ethics his old man taught him when he was teaching him kendo, and had a wild thought: Could it be that the old man had also been beaten up in unimaginable ways, and he used those things to reconcile with himself?

Anyway, now that things have come to this, there is absolutely no way we can drag him into the Kendo Club today, so let's go back first.

Xing Yuanhui was very surprised to see his senior leaving thoughtfully.

"He has...realized it?"

"Isn't this very common? It's like this in comics, like Uzumaki Naruto and others." Fujiwara Chika said confidently.

"He didn't comprehend the sword, did he? Senior, you should at least mention Ichigo Kurosaki..." Xing Yuanhui glanced at the senior, "I didn't expect that you have such a wide range of interests and also read boys' comics."

"Shuriken is also a sword! And aren't those the ones I'm talking about comics by migrant workers? I'm not a savage, isn't it natural for me to know this? You are prejudiced against me."

Fujiwara Chika was a little angry and kept poking Xing Yuanhui with her fingers to express her protest.

This tickling-like attack hit Xing Yuanhui's weak spot. He could only keep dodging the senior's hand and said as he ran: "Well, I think the name of a boy's comic is a boy's comic. As the name suggests, it should be a comic that serves boys as the main group, right?"

Xing Yuanhui recalled his experience with Fujiwara Chika. Although the time was short, it was enough for him to make a judgment: "But considering Fujiwara-senpai's personality, it is only natural for her to know. I was wrong, I was wrong."

"You've admitted your mistake, so why can't I calm down for so long?"

Although Fujiwara Chika stopped, she still had an unhappy expression on her face.

As they talked, they walked, pushed open the door of the Kendo Club and left.

Senior A was walking slowly back to the minister, sorting out the old man's own bragging and the "funny stories" his grandparents told him when they were coaxing him to sleep when he was a child. As he thought of something, a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Xiaodao saw the smile and looked up and down at this capable third-year student. What did they do to you?

"What are you thinking about?" Seeing that he didn't care about what was happening outside, Xiaodao decided to take the initiative to speak and break the cellophane.

"Hehehe... um, nothing." After all, this was the dark history that his old man had hidden for nearly eighteen years. In order to prevent the minister from asking more questions, Senior A quickly changed the subject and said seriously, "Minister, what do you think of the freshman's performance?"

"What do you think? He has already proved it to everyone here. What else can I do?" Kojima glanced warily at the club teacher who was in high spirits and was personally lecturing to the freshmen.

"Um, I mean..."

Seeing that the minister did not seem to understand what he meant, Senior A was about to add something but was interrupted by the minister.

"I know what you want to say, but since he didn't follow you to me now, doesn't it mean that the Kendo Club can't attract him?"

As Kojima spoke, he winked at the other members of the Kendo Club. Seeing that they began to gather around the teacher and ask about his well-being, Kojima breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that everything was safe.

Senior A, who thought the minister didn't understand, became anxious and said quickly, "But this person is not ordinary! This guy just relies on his reaction and strength to eat. Laymen will think about this kind of thing, but who knows that there will really be someone who can eat it?

"Did you see that cassock slash and the reverse cassock? The most exaggerated one was the reverse cassock that saved the defeat. I should have been able to ignore his stabs and hit his throat or chest after deceiving his moves, but I didn't expect his reverse cassock to come so fast! And the power was amazing, he even held back!"

All the astonishment that he had deliberately suppressed in his heart was poured out all at once along with this anger, and he spoke faster and faster:

“Although everyone present probably thought that I had taken on the freshman’s desperate gamble, which exhausted him, and as a senior I maintained my demeanor and accepted the request for peace, the truth is that if he had not held back in the end, I would not have been able to save my nose no matter how fast I retreated.

"Bullmaster, this is the first time I've seen someone with such strong physical talent. It's the first time. Even in the kendo competition, even in the records left by those masters, I don't think there is anyone with such ability. Are you really not going to try to recruit him?"

"Neither can I?" Kojima raised his eyebrows and looked directly into Komoto Satoshi's eyes. After becoming the minister, he rarely heard such flattering words from others.

"This……"

Overwhelmed by Kojima's strength and status as a minister, Komoto Tomo was unwilling to argue with him verbally and could only say silently in his heart: Of course not, you do have the advantage in skills and so on, but in terms of strength we are evenly matched.

Kojima shook his head gently and said, "Forget it. I don't like asking for help. Besides, Fujiwara brought him here. I don't think I can offer any conditions that will impress anyone. Besides, why do I feel that your subtext is that I am not as good as him?"

Komoto Chi was speechless: "That's not what I meant..."

"Don't worry about it too much. Kendo should rely on your own practice, right?"

The cold and indifferent minister who rarely gives advice said, "Instead of counting on newcomers, why not swing the sword a few more times? If you hadn't insisted, I wouldn't even want to hold the activity of recruiting new students today."

Senior A, who was overwhelmed by the truth, came up with an idea: "But Minister, I remember you once said that people should distinguish between public and private affairs. What belongs to the society belongs to the society, and what belongs to oneself belongs to oneself?"

"Yeah, what's wrong?"

"Then according to past experience, if we don't get better grades than last time and there aren't enough new students, the club's funding will be cut, right?"

Kojima, who had just said that he clearly separated public and private affairs, fell silent, and tried hard not to shout "How dare the Student Union withhold the funds for the Kendo Club?" "That's just a few dollars, I'll pay for it!" and other words.

The senior who was completely fussy about the accounts took advantage of the victory:

"Last year, because of you, the Minister, who impeached the previous Minister, we lost a lot of people in the Kendo Club. Although the results are better than last year, if we can't make further progress in the limited space, the Kendo Club's funding..."

The minister thought of the various trivial matters that required money in the club and fell silent. After a moment, he said, "...Then let's continue. Teaching new people is also a way to grow."

The senior who looked at the exhausted members of the Kendo Club kept chasing after them: "Then can you play later? The brothers are a little tired."

Feeling the moral pressure, Kojima said: "...Stay still. How about this, the position of deputy minister just happened to be vacant, you can be the deputy minister."

The senior who realized the meaning of "don't pursue a desperate enemy" for the first time pointed at herself and said, "Hey, me? I want to be the deputy minister?"

Chapter 31 Have I bored you yet?

"By the way, Xingyuan-san probably hasn't been to the student union office yet, right?"

Fujiwara Chika put her hands behind her back and turned to look at Xing Yuanhui who was walking side by side with her. They were on their way to the Kyudo Club.

"Of course I've never been in your office because the door is locked." Xing Yuanhui stepped forward and looked outside.

Two pairs of uniform shoes knocked on the stone road, and crisp footsteps could be heard with every step, and the symphony echoed in the quiet surroundings.

This is natural, as long as the floor is made of decent, hard, durable stone, unless you are wearing indoor shoes, in which case any shoe with a slightly harder sole can produce such a sound.

Why do they have such doubts? Because they originally had the opportunity to take a less formal path to join the Kyudo Club.

After leaving the Kendo Club, Xing Yuanhui keenly noticed that there was a faint hole in the excellent outer green belt of Xiuzhiyuan near the Kendo Club's dojo, and some branches and leaves were scattered near the edge of the road.

"Watson, what did you find?" Fujiwara Chika asked.

"My old friend, there seems to be a road here?" Xing Yuanhui got into the role in a second and seamlessly connected with Fujiwara Chika's playfulness.

Fujiwara Chika was very proud of this: "That's the shortcut the students took to get to the Kyudo Club. Although it's inevitable to go through a small section of grass and woods, the effect is very significant! The line segment between two points is the shortest~."

She led Xing Yuanhui to the path and looked around. "Originally, we should be able to see the traces of the path more clearly, but after a holiday, plants will inevitably take advantage of this opportunity to occupy the original aisle."

"But I think it's very conspicuous. You see, this side of the bush is obviously empty. Someone must have walked by just now, right?" Xing Yuanhui used his feet as a broom and kicked the leaves and branches aside.

It was clearly just cleaned, but it's in such a mess that anyone who sees it would think someone has walked here.

Judging from the rustling sound of the two people from the News Department rushing out of the Kendo Club gate and the instructor at the door staring in one direction in amazement, it was 90% or even 100% likely that it was the work of the two top people from the News Department.

In his heart, Xing Yuanhui had to re-evaluate the overly down-to-earth performance of this once aristocratic school and the inner status of Shinomiya Kaguya in the news club duo.

So after being forcibly pulled back onto the right path by Fujiwara Chika, the boy became a little absent-minded - he was more interested in the "wild road" over there.

No man can be uninterested in hidden passages, especially gamers, but anyone who has played a few RPG games knows the importance of licking the map.

Although there may not be good things, if you haven't seen it, curiosity will become a thorn in your mind. You can either leave it alone and let it be forgotten and digested naturally, or go and see it to relieve your worries.

Therefore, Xing Yuanhui has been staring at the road in the grass that might be full of mud, and is very perfunctory towards Fujiwara Chika.

"Then let's use the Kyudo Club as a node. Once you've been there, you can connect the two lines together and construct a boundary line for Shuchiin."

Fujiwara Chika put her hands together, then pulled them apart with a "whoosh" to show the so-called dividing line, hoping that this performance would win back the heart of the older child next to her.

"Oh! That's amazing."

But this was of no use. Xing Yuanhui was still observing the secret passage, thinking about what posture he could use to climb over it without touching the bushes.

He looked just like a veteran player who was trying to figure out whether a run-up could help him get onto the map and skip levels. He stretched his neck to stick it to the screen just to make his operation more precise.

"Is that so? This dividing line will separate the civilized area and the unopened area of the school just like Wall Maria. Does it feel like an RPG adventure world?"

Seeing that Xingyuan Hui's attention was still on that road, Fujiwara Chika had to rack her brains to find some terms from boys' comics to use as bait to attract Xingyuan Hui's attention.

"of course."

But the boy still did not retract his gaze. A Sigma man would not be distracted by anything other than his goal, and those perfunctory words he said were all the respect he could show.

"...Where did your desire to complain go, starting from the cafeteria and ending with the kendo club? Why don't you accept my jokes? Am I boring to you?"

Seeing that the situation was so dire, Fujiwara Chika clasped her hands against her chest, tilted her head back with tears in her eyes, looking like a resentful woman who was abandoned by a man.

It's a pity that her acting wasn't quite there, her voice wasn't choked up enough, and there wasn't enough redness on her face, so the Sigma man wasn't bothered by it at all.

"Maybe." Xing Yuanhui glanced at the pink girl and continued to look into the grove.

Oh! I found it! The bushes here are relatively low, and there are large gaps between the branches above. I only need to make a perfect back jump to get past it safely.