"Yoko, do you know what is the most important thing about practicing kendo?" Li Xuehao asked, holding the scabbard in his left hand and holding the sword in his right hand under the supervision of Marina Obama.

"Speed ​​and skill." Seto Yoko thought for a moment and replied seriously.

"Although what you said is the correct answer, in fact, the most important thing is strength." Seto Yoko's answer is quite satisfactory, and it is not wrong. It is Li Xuehao's first time to be a teacher. Of course, he cannot make people think that he is a teacher.

The master is not even as knowledgeable as his disciples.

"Power?" Seto Yoko looked a little confused. For a girl like her, power is exactly what she lacks the most. "Master, is the stronger the better?"

"No, the power I am talking about refers to using the most appropriate power to exert the strongest strength." Li Xuehao shook his head and said, "And the strongest strength does not require the strongest strength."

Seto Yoko nodded in understanding.

Li Xuehao continued: "The set of swordsmanship I am teaching you now is a technique for exerting the most powerful power with the smallest amount of force. You have to see it clearly."

Li Xuehao practiced a few sword techniques, but of course the speed was not very fast. As for the formulas and mental techniques, he did not have them. He only relied on himself to explain the key points and the techniques involved.

While Seto Yoko listened carefully, she watched every movement of his hands closely, as if she was afraid of missing any tiny detail.

Marina Obama in the courtyard next door is not far away. She can clearly see and hear someone's "teaching". At first, she was a little worried that he had some other purpose, but now she sees with her own eyes that he is serious.

Although I haven't completely let go of the teachings yet, my heart is greatly relieved.

After Li Xuehao practiced it several times, he handed the sword to Seto Yoko.

Seto Yoko seemed extremely excited. She was eager to try it out. Now that she had the sword in her hand, she immediately started practicing according to the movements taught by her master.

Although the sword in her hand is not as smooth as the wooden sword she often holds, this is not a problem. After years of practice, sooner or later it will be as smooth as the wooden sword she uses. And she believes that under the super kendo taught by her master

, her strength will make great progress soon, after all, this is a super sword that can kill even ghosts.

"Okay, Yoko, now you go back to practice, I'm going in." After pointing out several mistakes made by Seto Yoko, Li Xuehao issued an "expulsion order."

"Yes, Master!" Seto Yoko stopped, bowed deeply to him, and exited the courtyard excitedly.

…

After breakfast, Li Xuehao came out again and found that Seto Yoko was still practicing in the courtyard next door, seemingly a little "mad".

"Yangzi, don't you have to go to class?" Li Xuehao walked to the wall and reminded him that Yanghai Academy is different from Tsurugai High School and is a bit far away from here. If he doesn't start, he will probably be late.

"Master, I'll be fine soon." Seto Yoko was sweating profusely from practicing, but she still enjoyed it. She really deserves to be a beautiful girl in kendo. She was very obsessed with kendo and learned a new method that she had never experienced before.

As for kendo, I hate having to go to class, so I just practice at home.

Li Xuehao shook his head. Since he had already persuaded him, he didn't care anymore. He left the wall and walked out of the courtyard.

Mingyue Yuhua followed him. After all, they went to the same school. When they came out, they saw him greeting the beautiful girl from his neighbor's house. He had a strong feeling for the beautiful girl who was still practicing swordsmanship.

Curious: "Yangzi? The name is very intimate. Is he one of your playboy members?"

"She is my apprentice." Li Xuehao has become accustomed to Mingyue Jiehua's "love-minded theory". It seems that every girl he comes into contact with has become a powerful "evidence" of his love-mindedness in her mouth.

"She's very cute. Although her skin is a little darker, she is still a great beauty." Mingyue Yuehua's tone of voice was slightly sour, perhaps because her appearance was ordinary compared to cute girls.

A little bit.

Li Xuehao didn't bother to explain. The more he explained, the more trouble he got. He continued walking forward without saying a word.

"Koji, you should like Yugui the most, right?" Perhaps because he didn't dare to answer because he felt "guilty", Ming Yue Yuehua started talking about something else.

"Huh?" Speaking of Yuki Majima, Li Xuehao felt a little guilty. After all, he "ate" her secretly, and no one else knew about it for the time being.

"Yesterday, after you went to my room, you went to Yuki's room, and then you didn't go down until dinner." Mingyue Yuhua looked at him with a somewhat complicated look, which showed hatred for being a scum and some kind of disgust.

Ambiguity that I don’t understand.

Li Xuehao estimated that she heard the sound of him entering Majima Yuki's room, so he mistakenly thought that he and Majima Yuki had done something. After all, from entering the room to having dinner, a man and a woman were alone together.

, anything can happen.

"Sister Yuuka, can we not talk about such a topic?" Although Mingyue Yuhua is a cousin, she does not have the intimacy that Guasheng Mai has after getting along for a long time, so Li Xuehao's attitude towards her is also less.

A layer of scruples.

"Well!" Mingyue Yuehua responded in a deep voice. She is not a stalker. She also has her own pride and strength. In fact, she is not willing to care so much. Who wants someone to be in her parents' house now?

She had to be a little more "careful" about her future son-in-law's identity.

…

The two of them walked to the gate of the academy together. Since they were related, they didn't need to mind the weird looks from others.

Mingyue Yuehua stayed at the gate of the academy, but this time he was not asked to take his schoolbag to Class A of Year 3. Li Xuehao was also happy and relaxed.

Not long after entering the school, hurried footsteps caught up from behind: "Zhenzhong, wait a minute!" The voice was very familiar, and more importantly, it was called in Chinese.

It's Ke Yifan! In this school, only Ke Yifan can communicate with him in Chinese.

Li Xuehao turned around and saw the tall Ke Yifan running over panting. Before he got close, he already said: "It's so, so good to see you... I was thinking just now, if I didn't get there in the morning

, I didn’t meet you, so I went to look for you in the classroom.”

"What's the matter?" Li Xuehao saw that he was out of breath, which proved that he had just run in a hurry. From this point of view, it was obvious that he would not look for him for no reason.

"It's like this, Zhenzhong, the location of our gathering has been changed. It is no longer in the international student dormitory. We have booked a room in the hotel. You can just go to the hotel directly at night." Ke Yifan rested for a while and spoke.

It also tends to be much smoother.

"Hotel?" Li Xuehao actually didn't care much about where to party, but he didn't expect that the place he had decided on would change temporarily and he would go to a hotel to book a room. "Okay, I understand." (To be continued.
Chapter completed!