Didn’t you say you were just using me as a substitute?

"Give up? What are you talking about?"

Kamikawa Nari put one foot on the chair and said arrogantly, "Just wait and see. Sooner or later, I will untie his belt, feel his eight-pack abs, kiss his ears, spend the money he earns, eat the food he cooks, and make him say he loves me every day."

22. Kitahara Takashi: Not really (seeking votes)

The last class today is physical education.

If this happened in China, our frail physical education teacher would definitely fall ill again and have to teach math or English classes instead.

But this is Japan, the physical education teacher is not that weak, and physical education classes are held as usual.

At Aoba School, three classes take physical education classes together.

After the physical education teacher led the students in warm-up exercises, he announced the dismissal of the class.

"Zun, let's go play ball."

Just as Kitahara Takashi was about to sit down under the shade of a tree, Ohtani Shota ran over excitedly and pulled him to play table tennis.

"Kitahara, can you play table tennis?" After finding an unused table tennis table, Shota Otani asked Kitahara Takashi.

Kitahara Takashi picked up the table tennis racket casually, weighed it, and found it surprisingly easy to use. He looked down at the racket.

Well, it’s not Double Happiness, it’s a brand called Yasaka.

Looking down at his racket, Kitahara Takashi said casually, "Not very good, I just played with an old man in the neighborhood."

Of course, he was talking about the old man who lived downstairs in his previous life.

There is no concept of residential communities in Japan.

When Shota Otani heard this, light appeared in his eyes.

"Let's gamble on Aoba's dignity as the number one and fight to the death, Zun!" Shota Otani pointed his racket directly at Kitahara Zun and shouted in a loud voice that he wished everyone could hear.

"Ok?"

Beiyuan Zun narrowed his eyes, feeling that this kid had ulterior motives.

"Oh? Kitahara, are you going to duel with Shouta?"

"Kitahara-kun, come on!"

Kitahara Takamitsu stood there in the center of the spotlight.

Many girls were already looking at him secretly.

Now, as soon as Shota Ohtani shouted, people came running over to watch.

"It's okay to fail, Mako, I will comfort you." The girl from Class B with short hair and a cute baby face cheered with her fist.

"Mako, your comfort is not serious."

"Ah, disgusting."

The girl named Mako was teased by her companions and she was so embarrassed that she reached out to hit the girls around her.

"It's really embarrassing for us girls." Nari Kamikawa looked at the nymphomaniac with eyes full of contempt.

Little girls don't love themselves at all.

How shameless of you to say such vile words in public.

"Damn it, a mere Kitahara dares to be so arrogant. Just wait and see how I, Otani, will deal with you." Otani Shota glared at Kitahara Takashi fiercely.

Kitahara Takashi hit the forehand straight shot, squatted slightly, leaned his upper body forward, spread his legs, and stared at Otani Shota: "Come on."

You actually look down on me who can fight the old man in the community on equal terms?

Shota Ohtani threw the ball, and the racket rubbed quickly against the bottom edge of the ping-pong ball.

Under the action of friction, the ball suddenly spun rapidly, floating and flying smoothly over the net.

For ordinary people, this is an excellent serve, with spin but not too high.

Ordinary people are afraid of spin and only dare to send the ball out softly.

But that's for ordinary people.

Kitahara Takashi seemed to have discovered an lsp who saw the black stockings. His eyes were sharp, and he moved sideways, swung his hips, twisted his waist, swung his hips, and swung his arms in one go.

Everyone only heard a crisp "pop!" sound, and the small silver ball turned into a flash of lightning, landed beside Shota Otani, and flew away.

The ball was so fast that Shota Ohtani didn't even have time to react.

"You, didn't you say you weren't very good at fighting?" Shota Otani swallowed, feeling like he had been fooled.

"I'm not very good at fighting."

Kitahara Takashi is indeed not very good at fighting. He used to be bullied by the old man downstairs every day.

I didn't even make it into the top three in the park tournament.

"That shot was a fluke. I just tried it, but I didn't expect it to work."

Kitahara Tsutomu started to fool people.

"Come on, continue."

Shota Otani felt that Kitahara Takashi was fooling him, but he had no evidence.

And now that so many people are watching, he feels he cannot lose face.

"You serve this time."

Shota Ohtani threw the ball to Takashi Kitahara.

He wanted to see how Kitahara Takashi served, to see if he was really not very good at it as he said.

"Row."

Kitahara Takashi received the ball, squatted down, held the ball in his left hand, and raised his eyelids slightly: "Are you ready?"

"Come on!" Shota Otani shouted loudly as if to cheer himself up.

Kitahara Takashi threw the ball, twisted his wrist clockwise, cut into the lower left side of the silver ball, and scraped it hard in the opposite direction.

The rubber rubs against the ball, creating a strong spin. The ball hits the table at a high speed and flies to the edge of the opposite table in the blink of an eye.

If it's half an inch longer, it will fall off the court directly, which will be a suicide serve.

But the ball didn't go out of the table, but went straight to his chest.

Shota Ohtani wanted to move sideways and then step back to counterattack, but before he could do anything, the ball hit his chest and landed lightly on the ground.

"continue."

Kitahara Takashi's tone was light, but it sounded extremely oppressive to Otani Shota's ears.

He felt like he was drunk and went to fight the devil's soldiers alone.

......

"Your backhand is weak, your forehand is unskilled, your footwork is loose, your reactions are slow, and none of your moves are decent."

Kitahara Takashi moved to the side of the table, took a step back with his right leg, and burst forward with a forehand.

The next moment, the ball hit the table heavily and flew out before Shota Ohtani could react.

"You still want to compete with me? Dream on."

Kitahara Takashi looked at Otani Shota, who was being led by him to run back and forth and pick up the ball, with contempt in his eyes.

"Don't play, don't play."

Shota Ohtani dropped his racket and lay on the ground.

It's embarrassing, but he never wants to play table tennis with Kitahara Takashi again.

Fuck the ping pong dream.

If he touches a table tennis racket again in his life, he will be a dog!

"So strong!"

"The invincible Kitahara!"

"As expected of a man standing at the pinnacle of Qingye!"

.....

At this time, Beiyuan Zun's table was already surrounded by three circles inside and three circles outside.

Even the physical education teacher came over to watch.

Everyone only knew that Kitahara Takashi was a top student, but no one expected that he was also so good at playing table tennis.

"Who else!"

Kitahara Tsutomu had a lot of fun beating the weak opponent, and now he even feels a little unsatisfied.

He looked at the boys in his class or other classes with malicious eyes.

The students he stared at were like students who were afraid of being called upon by the teacher to answer questions. They either lowered their heads or raised their heads, but they just didn't look at him.

joke.

Shota Otani was tortured to the point of doubting his life. Right in front of us, who would seek torture?

"Teacher, come up and play a few rounds?"

Kitahara Takashi stared at the physical education teacher with a half-smile.

"Ouch, my stomach suddenly hurts a little, I'm going to the bathroom first."

Ok.

Japanese physical education teachers also began to become weak and sickly.

"Being invincible is so lonely." Kitahara Tsutomu put down his racket, shook his head and looked like he deserved a beating.

"Damn it, he tricked me."

At this moment, all the boys had surprisingly consistent thoughts.

They want to pretend too!

Just as Kitahara Takashi was about to twist his waist and stretch his body, Kamikawa Narii bumped into his back like a bull.

"Kacha!"

Beiyuan Zun seemed to be able to vaguely hear a subtle sound coming from the bones.

Maybe, probably, possibly he heard it wrong.

"Zun, you are so amazing."

Nari Kamikawa hugged Kitahara Takashi's waist with both hands and looked at him with an excited smile on her fair and delicate face.

"As excited as I am, could you please stop touching me?" Kitahara Tsutomu said unhappily, looking down at the dirty hands that had slipped into the gap between the buttons of his shirt.

"It's really embarrassing for us girls."

Mako took the lead and cursed out the thoughts of all the girls present.

23. System, please act like a human being. (Please vote)

The sun gradually set, and a flock of crows flew from afar, passing over the Aoba school building.

At the shoe cabinet, Kamikawa Narii took the initiative to say to Kitahara Takashi, "Takashi, do you want to go shopping for clothes together later? The stores we often go to have new products recently."

Kitahara Takashi closed the shoe cabinet: "Not today, I have an appointment today."

Today, Gui Yanye placed his order.

Although he didn't want to have too much contact with girls who had boyfriends, since she was the one who took the initiative, he couldn't just give up his points for someone he had never met.

Kamikawa Nari pouted in dissatisfaction: "You are so busy now, why are you always unavailable every time I look for you?"

Kitahara Tsutomu thought about it and it seemed to be the case.

With more girls placing orders recently, Kitahara Takashi has become busier than before.

But Kitahara Takashi doesn't hate being busy.