The second dimension life starting from Fuyuki City

Unexpectedly, they were slapped in the face by the big devil again.

Several male classmates in the class secretly breathed a sigh of relief, because they had long been fed up with Mo Yi, a guy who was good at studying, handsome, and had his own background music and flashing dandruff special effects. So they conspired to find a dark and beautiful night, and gank Mo Yi on his way home, to let him understand that being a good student does not mean you can do whatever you want!

But after seeing Mo Yi's performance in this scene, how could he dare to hide in the bushes around Mo Yi? What if he was stabbed to death by the other party? Wouldn't that be sending his head to waste?

After a moment of silence, the scene suddenly became noisy, with many people shouting the name of the ever-victorious king - Mo Yi.

"Your uncle is still your uncle!"

"It's so heartless. The teacher is so cute, but even the devil Mo Yi could do that to her."

"Let go of that cute little thing and let me do the stabbing!"

"Mo Yijun, I want to give birth to a baby for you!"

"···"

Amidst the booing, Teacher Wu Shizi's eyes lit up. She had thought that the man sitting in front of her was just an ordinary high school student who was good at studying, could write novels, draw books, and make money. Unexpectedly, he gave her a new surprise. She said to herself happily:

"As expected, you're my favorite toy."

Of course, the person who found it the hardest to accept was Shizuka Hiratsuka. She thought that this time she could use kelp to wrap around submarines, meteorites to hit aircraft carriers, and easily beat up the annoying guy Mo Yi. However, she never expected that she would be killed instantly by the opponent before she could even use a single skill.

This refreshing feeling is like an old general performing a big drama on the stage, and then getting shot in the knee when he goes out - it's wonderful.

"How long do you want to stab me?"

Jing Keai took a deep breath, resisting the urge to yell, "I don't accept it, let's do it again," and gritted her teeth and said:

"I didn't expect Mo Yi's technique to be so good. He stabbed the teacher so hard—"

"Thank you for letting me..."

Mo Yi put away the wooden sword that was poking Jing'ai's heart, smiled like a child, and said modestly:

"In fact, I only know a little bit."

"I know a thing or two!"

Shizuka Hiratsuka felt herself being pushed to the ground and slapped in the face again.

If being able to kill a quasi-sword master like me in seconds is called "knowing a thing or two", then wouldn't my level be worse than that of a scumbag?

Do you think this is a new world where 'magic gods are everywhere and sword masters are worse than dogs'? Kouya!

In the past, Jing Keai might have admired this humble attitude, but it was not until this moment that she realized that this was the most arrogant thing to say.

"A very good thrust—"

However, any teacher who has never been slapped in the face or criticized by students is not a good teacher. They are used to this kind of thing after being hit over and over again.

Just like Jing Keai, who made things difficult for Mo Yi every day and got beaten up in return, had already been slapped in the face by the big devil.

So, the angry expression disappeared the moment he took off his peeping clothes, and turned into an admiring smile that said, "I'm rooting for you, come learn to cook with me," and said:

"Students, this is the possible outcome of carelessness. I just demonstrated a negative example. Don't learn from me."

Jing'ai's calm expression shows that she lost on purpose and she is not really that bad. Whether you classmates believe it or not, the teacher herself believes it.

"Okay, teacher—"

"We all understand the truth, but it's useless—"

"Teacher, we will pretend to believe it——"

The students in the audience laughed and joked. They saw scenes like this every day from Jing'ai. They had long been accustomed to her thick skin. Jing'ai simply ignored the students' teasing. Even if she suppressed them openly, she couldn't stop the gossip behind their backs.

Since that’s the case, I might as well let the other party say whatever they want. I just regret that I can’t confront Mo Yi head-on, otherwise I wouldn’t have to be teased like this.

Life is like a game of S and M. Since you can't resist, you can only enjoy it. What if it doesn't hurt and is actually quite comfortable? (Anyway, the author can't understand what this feeling is like. Why can someone scream so happily when being whipped?)

"Was that the 'Shrinking the Earth Technique' that can instantly close the distance between you and your opponent?"

In order to maintain her face, which she had already lost a long time ago, Jingaiai had no choice but to carry out the daily business of mutual flattery.

Why would you help others to brag about their business after you’ve been defeated?

It’s actually very easy to understand. If the one who defeated you was Buddha Lu Lai, isn’t it natural to be defeated?

It's a face-saving thing to say that. Even if you throw a kunai from eight hundred miles away at the opponent's back and kill him instantly, that's because you have fought with the strongest person. Can others do it?

If the one who defeats you is a monkey, no matter how awesome and powerful you become in the future, others will always judge you by saying "you were once beaten by a monkey."

From this we can see that Kakuzu's image engineering work is far better than that of the Jade Emperor. When others talk about him, they often associate him with the former enemy of the Ninja God Hashirama Senju. His prestige instantly overflows, and who dares not give him face?

Although Jing Keai could see that the other party was using a technique called "Shrinking the Earth", she was still confused.

The skill of shrinking the earth is not a big deal. Most swordsmen and sword masters are proficient in this useful skill. If there is no displacement skill, how can melee fighters cut ADC and magician?

Even she herself knew this move, but she had never seen such a fast and effortless shrinking technique.

"Add to that three thrusts that came out at the same instant—"

Jing's lovely mind flashed with a picture of Takeuchi's face, and she said:

"It should be the legendary—"

"That's right, it's the legendary dragon-slaying sword master Sasaki Kojiro's signature move—Swallow Returns!"

Mo Yi cooperated very well and sighed:

"One rainy day, I saw a proud swallow battling nature. I couldn't help but admire it, and I wanted to try its flavor. But it was, after all, the elf with the most ability to turn the tables, and ordinary swordsmanship was no match for it. Thus began a months-long battle between me and the proud swallow."

"Facing the ferocious Aoguyan, I finally mastered this secret sword move that could instantly detect multiple levels of damage, and defeated him."

"What a touching story—"

"As expected of the Great Demon King Mo Yi, he even didn't let Xiaoyanzi go—"

"So the question is, what did Proud Swallow smell like that day?"

The students in the audience cooperated in making comments, and the atmosphere was very harmonious and lively.

Jingkeai: “···”

The team is demoralized and it is really hard to lead it!

"nonsense--"

Jing Keai quickly corrected:

"These are clearly the signature techniques of Okita Souji, the Shinsengumi sergeant, deputy chief assistant, first platoon leader, and swordsmanship instructor during the late Edo period, 'Shrinking the Earth' and 'Nameless Three-Section Stab.'"

————The dividing line where many memories of failure end————

Although Mo Yi, the troublemaker in her class, always makes her angry and slaps her in the face, Jing Keai has always believed that he will be the last student she will teach in her life.

Didn't he help me give my lifelong enemy Chabashi Sae a good slap in the face before?

Now, it’s time for ace pilot Mo Yi to strike again!

"I wonder who the candidate the teacher is talking about?"

When Toosaka Rin heard Shizukaai say that there was a candidate, she felt relieved. The job of student council president sounds very impressive, and it is indeed very impressive, but if something goes wrong, those ignorant onlookers will definitely blame her as the president. When facing her, they will naturally call her "President" with a smile, but behind her back they might be mocking her by saying "You are such a rubbish student council president, I can take your place" or "Shin-gil is such a rubbish, why don't you take off your skirt?"

Of course, this was not just Rin Toosaka's fantasy. She collected the information through magic. She didn't expect this to happen, so she wanted to take off her skirt immediately. If she hadn't thought that the student council president would earn more than working part-time at the Glass Shrine, she would have given up on it long ago.

"The competition is almost time. Has that student arrived at the venue?"

"I wonder if President Tosaka has heard of Mo Yi from my class?"

Jing Keai calmly took out her cell phone, dialed the number, and said:

"I'm going to call him now."

"No, I don't know. I don't know anyone with that name—"

As if her blind spot had been hit, Tousaka Rin subconsciously uttered three consecutive denials:

"Eromanga-sensei and the like are the most annoying!"

At the same time, Jing Keai's phone came out with a message -

"The number you dialed is currently busy—"

Obviously, Jingai never expected that her phone number had been blacklisted by her helpful sister.

Erina: Hehe, Jing cutie, I knew you wouldn't be able to resist calling my Onii-chan. You didn't expect that I would help him blacklist the phone numbers of those nameless guys while he was sleeping beside me.

Mo Yi, who pretended to be asleep, said: "Hehe, Yuchun's sister, do you think I don't know what you've done? I know everything, but I won't tell you! I'm just trying to cheer you up. Anyway, Jingkeai and the like are not my talents. You're so naive to think that sacrificing a Jingkeai can make you so proud.

Jingkeai: MMP——

So, in this game where no one loses, Jing Keai became the victim without knowing it.

At this moment, Toosaka Rin, who blew herself up, and Shizukaai, who was blacklisted, fell into silence at the same time.

Jing Keai, who had called several times and only got the reply "the other party is busy on the phone", had no idea that she had been blacklisted.

Because of this familiar reminder voice, Jing Ke Ai couldn't help but think of several high-quality resources who had blacklisted her after going on blind dates with her, and she immediately gritted her teeth:

"Mo Yi!!"

At this time, Busujima Saeko, who came to report to Shizuka Hiratsuka that she had found a temporary replacement, had just opened the door when she was frightened by Shizuka's devilish expression and almost closed the door and ran away.

——————The dividing line of the kendo competition venue————

"Senior Mo Yi, please wait here first—"

Even though several minutes had passed, there was still a different kind of shyness in Meiyi's eyes when she looked at Mo Yi. Just like every woman, she would have special feelings for the first man who took her virginity, and Mo Yi was the one who took away her virginity when a boy discovered that she was a natural.

"I'll go look for the other contestants and will be back soon."

"Mei-san, don't worry, I won't walk around casually-"

Mo Yi looked at the other party with amusement, and his mood was extremely happy, because this schoolmate named Raiden Mei was so interesting. After his secret observation, he found that the other party was indeed a natural black, the kind of natural girl whose common sense was a little different from that of ordinary people, and who could blacken others without knowing it.

I used to think that she was just a passerby heroine, so I didn’t pay too much attention to her. It seems that I was superficial. Even a passerby heroine has the possibility of counterattack and becoming the heroine of the new world.

"Just go buy oranges without worry."

"what?"

Meiyi seemed to be frightened by Mo Yi's cheerful smile. A shy and frightened expression appeared on her face again. She quickly quit the game. Later, she felt that her behavior was not very polite and covered it up awkwardly:

"Senior Mo Yi, do you want to eat oranges?"

"I'll buy you a few later—"

After saying that, he ran away as fast as a fertilized rabbit.

"call--"

When Mei Lei Dian turned around and found that Mo Yi was no longer there, she patted her chest and muttered:

"Senior Mo Yi is such a fuckable pervert. It's all my fault. I have to deal with him all by myself."

However, even through the crowd, Mo Yi still heard Meiyi's complaints and felt embarrassed.

I just said you were an idiot, why did you have to be so mean to me?

As expected, I'm afraid I will never understand the values ​​of Tianran Hei in my lifetime.

However, Mo Yi would always keep his promise to others. Just like now, Mo Yi stood there obediently without moving around, waiting for them to come back, and by the way, watching the sword-fighting competition of the students on the stage, looking for some creative materials and inspiration.

The sport of swordsmanship has a deep cultural foundation in District 11. Simply put, it is sentiment.

After all, many aspects of District 11's traditional culture can be combined with the so-called samurai sword. For the stability of their rule, those bigwigs will naturally promote the so-called samurai sword spirit of loyalty to the emperor and patriotism, and fencing is naturally a sport that is strongly supported by the government.

Therefore, the number of people at the kendo competition venue was far greater than that at the Go venue just now, and many students seemed to be enjoying themselves, watching the two female students on the stage fighting with wooden swords, which was very lively.

Mo Yi gradually became fascinated, but please don't get me wrong, Mo Yi was not surprised by their swordsmanship. After all, if they had not reached the level of Sword Saint, they would be useless in this world where 'magic gods are worse than dogs and Sword Saints are everywhere'. Of course, it was not because of their trembling and panting due to the sword fighting. The contestants were all wearing helmets and protective clothing, and there was no such welfare-filled scene as imagined.

So the question is, what is Mo Yi looking at?

As a recognized Eromanga master, Master Mo Yi had already reached the state of having codes in his eyes but no codes in his heart. As he watched the battle scene on the field, a bold idea gradually came to Mo Yi's mind -

Perhaps, the sport of fencing can be chosen as the subject matter for my next work!

In real life, everyone needs to wear protective clothing to compete, but in the world of this book, how could protective clothing possibly exist?!

As a high school girl in District 11, a short skirt and sailor suit are the standard!