In the dim outer field, the two figures under the spotlight moved closer to the center so conspicuously, as if there was an invisible tacit understanding and heading towards the same agreement. The style under the light and shadow was very different, and it was a tit-for-tat ceremony. They each were like two sharp swords, breaking through the crowd in front of them, and the sound waves. After the irrelevant obstacles disappeared, the two came to the bright dojo.

Saki Umekawa was condescending in the empty aisle. In the audience hustle and bustle that the host could not erase even if she controlled the venue. She held her cell phone and was talking to the leader in the station.

"Okay, I understand..."

"Full follow up..."

The sudden turn at the end of the competition, the sparks produced were much more exciting than the previous performance. This heat that no one expected had been exposed in the moment after the first place in the country, Kitahara was the most superficial presentation. Ins, Twitter, uploading short videos, and instantly increasing likes and comments reposted three times; the abnormal soaring ratings made the leader call Meichuan Saki directly, not only her, but many people present called because of the news that "the first in the country to defend the dignity of the genre and the mysterious audience on the spot". Maybe only personal gossip, and also out of work, all media are operating. And the online live broadcast room of the KHN and Meichuan group, who were the first to try it out, undoubtedly became the front line of the live network, with the number of people exceeding ten thousand.

Putting down his phone, Meichuan confirmed whether the lens in the camera was aimed at it, and he also clenched his hands, attracted by the rising momentum inside and outside the field and the ups and downs.

"Well, where is Panasonic?"

She found a colleague and suddenly thought about why the camera needed her to manage it. Then she found the other person sitting on the steps behind her, quickly fiddling with her cell phone.

"What are you doing? This is at a critical moment!" she said.

"Don't worry about the camera matters. You have set up and aimed it. The angle we found in advance is also perfect. Do you have to shoot it regularly... They can't hit the outside of the dojo, right?" Panasonic replied, but his movements did not stop.

Meichuan knew that her colleague was right, so she calmed down and said in confusion: "Okay, that's what you said, but what are you doing?"

"I'm in a row with netizens in the live broadcast room."

"ha?"

"I'll tell you..." Panasonic looked angry. After sending a message, he turned his mobile phone screen towards him. "Someone actually said that our live broadcast was fraudulent. In reality, there would be no such situation in the novel animation. Look!"

Meichuan looked at it for a while, and it turned out that their mobile phone showed their live broadcast room. The number of users who heard the news had already made barrage and messages fly all over the sky. The refresh speed was a little careful and flew away.

[Professional kendo, please sit: fake, absolutely fake. The current media can do everything in order to match the traffic. Passerby scripts, twisted interpretation competitions, mysterious audience beat senior coaches, the number one in the country can't help but save the scene. It's funny. It's obviously a normal performance process, and it's just edited deliberately!]

[Little Pig: Then this requires outstanding time management and multi-person exercise.]

[Li Zhongke: As we all know, videos cannot be used for PS, so they are true.]

[Tear the wound, Panasonic: Hello, please respect the efforts of the staff on site and do not maliciously slander.]

Meichuan is also very familiar with the new era social media. She immediately understood that a user called "Professional Kendo, please sit" is the favorite main force in questioning, and then this "Tearing the wound, Panasonic" is her colleague...

"Are you so idle?" Yuikawa Saki said speechlessly. This kind of online confrontation is the most meaningless communication. Apart from evaluating her colleague's name, she really doesn't know what to say, but she can take out such a black history name... She kicked Panasonic, "Hurry up and look at the camera, and the live broadcast room will send someone to take over immediately."

"Oh, okay." Matsushita stood up with uneasy feelings. Forget it, there were fewer points of the wound torn today.

In the lively live broadcast room, people's discussions continued. In fact, despite the serious traditional defenders of kendo, the number is a small part of them, and the overall atmosphere is still normal and has not been led by others. Of course, it is okay to say that it is not too big to eat melons.

Some netizens couldn't stand it and refuted those who did not accept reality, "If you don't believe it, just go watch TV. Several TV stations are broadcasting live, and some of them originally planned to broadcast other programs. This can't be ps anymore, right?"

This made the small group of antagonists of various components scatter. Indeed, the TV is now on.

Yichuan family.

Nana Ikawa's eyes were staring at the TV for a long time.

"Yu, Teacher Yu Bai?!"

Since being scolded by Kendo Minister Kitahara, Igawa Nana's heart has broken half of the beauty of Kendo, and the remaining half can only be maintained by the star Horikoshi. Therefore, the National Kendo Exchange Performance Competition that she would have watched in the past is not very exciting today.

It was not until her good friend Yoko sent her a text message to watch TV that she slowly turned on the TV. When she adjusted to the channel, she was surprised that she could hardly move away again.

Yoko's original intention was to ask Nana Igawa to pay attention to Eishi Kitahara, and shouted on the other end of her phone, "Minister Kitahara was forced to come out to play against a strange audience!" She was curious, but unexpectedly saw another familiar figure.

The tutor who claims to be very good at martial arts and kendo!

"No way?"

Nana Ikawa murmured, stuffing an orange into her mouth.

She flipped her hand skillfully and unlocked the phone and slipped out of the search website. She has been playing with social software since she was a child and learned about the whole story online at a very fast speed.

"Nanai, how many times have you said it, don't make noise when watching TV in the living room." Mrs. Yikawa tied her housekeeping skirt and leaned down to wipe the floor in the study, "Even if there are no guests at home..."

"My mother, come and see! Teacher Yu Bai is on TV!"

Mrs. Yichuan stopped moving, but she did not react in particular. She continued to clean for a while and passed by the living room when she changed the water and washed the rag. Then she turned to her body.

"…I've really gotten it, so handsome."

Mrs. Yichuan stood behind her daughter, holding the sofa and watching for a while, "This is a kendo competition? Is Mr. Yu Bai very powerful?"

"It seems very powerful. Standing opposite him is the director of the Kendo Department of our school!" Nana Ikawa rubbed her hands and was a little excited. Should she cheer for Kitahara and beat Yu Bai, or cheer for Yu Bai and beat Kitahara?

Seeing her daughter happy and focused, Mrs. Yichuan smiled, but she had not finished her housekeeping work every day and was busy in the study. Mrs. Yichuan gradually recalled her husband who had not returned home on business trips. The home that the male owner had not cared about for a long time, and then passed the face of the handsome man on TV. Suddenly, she felt that cleaning the room day after day was very boring. Compared to this, the teenagers on TV were more pleasing to the eye. So she threw away the housekeeping apron, sat on the sofa with her daughter, and picked up a pack of potato chips.

...

"Beiyuan, Beiyuan, Beiyuan!"

Two tour guides who appeared urgently on a channel of khn TV said, "Kehara Sang has a lot of fans."

"Yes." The tour guide A calmly tied the tie on his chest, "This is a national genre exchange event. There are so many fans on the scene, it's amazing."

"After all, it is the youngest country in history." The tour guide b smiled, "I'm afraid everyone in the kendo world knows it now."

"And it's good-looking."

After reading this additional explanation, the two tour guides looked at each other and laughed.

Then the camera turned to the opponent's face, "Oh..."

The tour guide a frowned: "This person... is not bad either."

“Um…”

...

"Beiyuan, Beiyuan, Beiyuan..."

At first, the audience was mixed with various discussions and disputes. Some people asked what was going on, and some people popularized the feats of Beiyuan's victory in the National Championships. At some point, no one started it, and the voice gradually became unified.

With such a call, Kitahara Eishi walked to the center of the dojo, and his opponent... what was the mood of that dull man?

Yingshi was very interested. Especially after learning that the other party might be the master who used the sword to make a sound and existed at the peak of the sword.

The sideline referee and staff were discussing, and the host did not stop on the radio, including the whispers of the genre predecessors who were close to each other, all turned into frivolous and slight movements, as if a big hand had moved them away from far away. In Yingshi's world, only his distance from Yu Bai was left.

Only his conversation with the other party was left.

"Hello."

The other party nodded, "Yes."

"sorry."

Yu Bai was stunned for a moment, cheering around in front of him. What was the boy with glorious body going to do? He clarified first, "I don't know you."

"..." Inston said, "My match and I know very well that it is very rude to ask you out again, but everything can be attributed to my own actions. I want to play with you."

After hearing this, Yu Bai felt that there were such people in modern society. It was so good to be young, and the corners of his mouth were slightly curved, "Oh, that's OK."

"It doesn't matter to me. I'll beat you up and get 10,000, right? No, it's 20,000."

The Englishman's expression was suffocated.

What does it mean? In his eyes, I only have the value of a reward for money.

"You haven't won yet." Yingshi's face sank.

Yu Bai didn't say anything, but he was clearly talking about "shortle or later".

The staff came over with the same protective gear last time. Yu Bai once again signaled not to use it. It was too troublesome to wear it on and take it off every time, and it didn't take long. This time he seemed to have firmly blocked the other party with his hands.

"I didn't say I'd be injured..." The staff said kindly, but he met Yu Bai's smile-like expression and then swept the man's whole body up and down, emmm.

It seems a bit redundant.

The staff stood up with a set of armor holding a set of armor and looked back.

Opposite, Yingshi, who was tall and straight, stared at the man's every move and raised his eyebrows. What does it mean? He recalled a little that he had witnessed this behavior when he fought against Yamaguchi's senior.

Yingshi waved his hands too.

How did the two staff members with armor come up and how did they go down?

This phenomenon once again caused an uproar.

"What are you doing?"

"If you don't play with the arsenal, do you really play?"

"Hey, who will stop them? The young man is not going to do anything light or heavy, and someone will die later."

Several famous masters and masters on the seat pointed at the temple, lifted their sleeves and robes, and said.

"What to stop? Or stop them from showing off." The old-fashioned old man snorted and sneered.

This statement aroused greater agreement, but no one admitted that it was not known that it would be possible for human life. It was true that the two members of the kendo association looked at the key masters in the first row. Usually, in this case, the key masters with great bodies would be blunt and bravely strive for the pioneering. However, the key masters looked at the two people holding swords on the stage and opened their mouths. The argument that "it's not like this" could naturally be said.

In KHN's channel, the tour guides were very excited, "Pretty, too... The 'No. 1 in the world' passers-by chose not to protect the equipment twice in a row, and Beiyuan is not inferior!"

"Rare, so rare. The two players actually chose not to wear any armor in an unexpected unanimous manner. They seemed very confident. It seemed that this was actually not in line with the rules of the kendo competition... But at this time, probably no one cared about it..."

In the dojo, Yingshi's intention to fight was rising, "Why don't the sword be used to be true?"

"No, come on quickly." Yu Bai said, thinking to himself that I was just for convenience, and changing the real swords is more troublesome. What is the purpose of?

The referees on both sides just came on the court and couldn't help but stand a little further when they heard this.

"Before starting, I want to ask a question." Yingshi said seriously, "Your name is Yu Bai. Are you... a Chinese tutor?"

"Oh, you know?" Yu Bai thought for a while. It must be what Ikawa Nana told the other party that time. The girl was just gossiping, "I have heard your name too."

Yingshi knew that they all rely on the way of Yichuan classmate. Sure enough, a woman. He replied: "It's not a great honor."

"So you can really use that move..."

"That move?"

Yu Bai was puzzled. When he shook his hand, the hard and straight bamboo sword instantly produced a layered tremor from the hilt to the tip of the sword, as if it was moving with the master, awakening from a dead object to a famous sword.

What is manifested outside is a dull sound!

The noise was extremely small, and the noisy venue could only be spread within the range of two people. After Yingshi's ears caught, her pupils suddenly contracted. She looked at the man, her whole body was tense and raised, and the bamboo sword... This scene made him understand that this was the strongest swordsman he had ever seen. He solemnly said: "Kehara Yidao, Kitara Yingshi."

Yu Bai thought that the other party did not use the long list of full-version names, so he did not mention the nonsense genre, "Yu Bai."

The air suddenly condensed, Yingshi raised his sword and stepped forward, and the referees inexplicably sweated on their foreheads, "Then... the courtesy! Start!"

The tour guide a of khn live broadcast: "Here you come, it's officially started!"

Explorer b: "Please see! What? Without any temptation, Kitahara directly launched an attack! Is it because of anger, courage, fate and bondage?! The mysterious passers-by will collide if they do not dodge or avoid them!"

In a corner of the live broadcast, there were the figures of tour guides. The two of them stared at each other, clenched their fists and held their breath, and even stood up excitedly.

"Keiyuan used an impeccable slash!"
Chapter completed!