In the conference room, only Organ, Kashiwara, Hanyu-sensei and Nakajima were left.

Not long after, Nakajima's cell phone kept ringing while he was sorting out information, and he finally said goodbye awkwardly and said goodbye hastily.

Kashiwahara thought to himself, maybe it was Asakura Saki on the other end of the phone?

At this time, there were only two students and one teacher left in the conference room.

The organ was still dealing with the cultural festival seriously, her delicate and pretty face looked slightly cold, and the afterglow of the setting sun shone into the conference room.

"Do you mind if I smoke here?" Teacher Hanyu said with a smile.

"certainly."

Kirino Hanyu took out a slender women's cigarette, lit it and held it between her slender fingers. She looked down at the women's watch on her right wrist. It was now about five-thirty.

"Shall I help you?" Kashiwahara said, sitting next to the organ.

The organ took one look, said nothing, and pushed a stack of documents over.

Looking at the two busy people, Kirino Hanyu smiled and said to the organ:

"Is the cultural festival hard?"

"fine."

"Is this something about Asakura Saki?" Hanyu Kirino was referring to the work that Kashiwahara and Kazuo were doing now.

"It's okay. Since I am the chairman of the committee, I naturally have to deal with these." Feng Qin shook his head slightly and said.

"Do you mind what happened just now?"

"I didn't take it to heart."

"That's good, but Qiong-san, you don't need to point out the problem of Asakura Saki at the meeting, as this will increase your conflicts." Kirino Hanyu commented.

"Teacher, Qiangqin was planning to give Asakura a face at that time and not tell her. Saki Asakura insisted on asking, and there was nothing he could do about it." Kashiwahara said with a smile beside him.

"You, you." Kirino Hanyu shook his head, "Kongqin-san, you have a very good personality and are very well-behaved. You won't cause trouble to your teachers and classmates. But sometimes, you have to learn how to deal with your classmates tactfully after you have just passed the test.

It’s all about getting along. Sometimes you have to learn to share things reasonably, and you don’t have to handle everything by yourself.”

"I understand." Fengqin frowned, knowing that Hanyu Tong was caring and teaching him, so after saying that, he lowered his head to deal with the affairs.

Seeing this, Hanyu Kirino did not disturb Kashiwahara and Qiangqin anymore, said goodbye and left. Now, there were only two people left in the empty conference room.

As time went by, even Kashiwahara's stomach couldn't bear it, and he made a growling sound in protest.

"Want to go to the cafeteria?" Kashiwahara asked.

"You pack a lunch for me and I'll pay you later." Guan Qin didn't raise her head, still dealing with the things at hand.

Kashiwahara smiled and put his hand on the document: "It's getting late. It's okay to come back tomorrow to deal with it. Why bother yourself."

The pen in Qiang Qin's hand stopped, and he looked at Kashiwahara with a frown. He saw that he was smiling but had no intention of moving away, so he closed the pen cap helplessly.

Walking with Qin Qin in the empty campus, the crisp sound of baseballs usually comes from the playground, telling the passion of youth, but now I can't hear it at all.

"It's very late." Kashiwahara looked at the setting sun, sighed, and glanced at the girl beside him.

He remembered that the picture book belonging to the organ said that she had superb piano skills. If she used it as the finale of the cultural festival, it would be quite exciting, right?

A girl dressed in white plays a heavenly note on a beautiful stage, in front of everyone's attention.

This looks like such a longing scene.

But Kaori Natsuori didn't mention this matter at all. Of course, Kashiwahara Kiyaki clearly didn't ask.

Fengqin walked beside Kashiwahara with cold eyes. She was wearing a close-fitting white shirt and school uniform, which highlighted her fair and delicate thighs, which were slender and straight, and her exquisite curves were completely outlined.

Walking with her, I seemed to feel much calmer.

Judging from Kashiwahara's perspective, Kagawa Natsuori's delicate thighs would be extremely beautiful if she were wearing white silk.

"Gong Qin, are you not angry if I tell you something?"

"What?" Guan Qin looked sideways in confusion.

"I always feel that some of my classmates from the cultural festival are alienated from you."

Feng Qin was startled for a moment and understood what Kashiwahara Kiyaki meant. Although the classmates at the Cultural Festival regarded her as the chairman of the committee, they really only regarded her as the chairman of the committee, not a classmate.

Perhaps this is also due to the cold temperament exuding from her body, which makes people subconsciously think of her as "cold" and "alienated" and afraid to get close to her.

"so what."

"You are in Class A, is this the same?" Kashiwahara asked.

"It's been like this since I was a child. I'm used to it." Feng Qin said:

"After all, it is natural for someone as good as me to be envied and alienated. Isn't it human nature to be jealous of others? People who are too good are either suppressed or persecuted."

The girl raised her swan-like neck and said calmly.

"So what kind of books do you usually read? Read less of these kinds of books!" Kashiwahara complained, saying that it is natural for you to call yourself "too good". You are also too narcissistic, right? High-quality Qinqin?

"Yeah, if Mr. Feng Qin has a friend with whom he can share his troubles, that would be the best thing, don't you think?" Someone hinted crazily.

"Sorry." Fengqin just lowered his eyes slightly, Kashiwahara shrugged, the road is long and long, and conquering Fengqin is not a one-day plan.

Kashiwahara suddenly thought that if a girl with Feng Qin's temperament relied on him, she would be extremely cute even if she acted coquettishly. The contrast between cuteness and cuteness would make people's hearts itch.

He and the organ were next to the station. They had a meal of sushi and then parted ways.

Inside the ashram, there are lush old trees of unknown age, about as thick as four or five people hugging each other.

Fortunately, when Asaba Chizuru was cleaning up the dojo a few days ago, Kashiwara found the wooden boards gathering dust in the warehouse, as well as the wooden figures and tools for practicing kendo.

A ladder was brought in and the heavy planks were hung under the branches.

Kashiwahara's eyes were calm and he put on loose training clothes.

Zheng!

With a flash of the sword, a dull crash sounded in the silent dojo courtyard.

Click.

Kashiwahara frowned, walked to the next wooden board, and drew his sword as before.

The second crisp sound made Kashiwahara put away the sword in distress. Even though Jinghong was a reverse blade, the strong slashing force would still split the wooden board, unless he replaced it with a bamboo sword or a wooden sword.

Finally, Kashiwahara stood under the old tree, looked at the thick trunk, and nodded with satisfaction.

The divine sword drawing technique flashed, and the shadow of the sword struck the tree trunk without moving at all, but Kashiwahara's tiger's mouth was shocked and painful.

But the training object was very easy to use. Kashiwahara endured the slight pain and practiced drawing the sword over and over again in front of the ancient tree. After countless times, his right palm became numb.

Naturally, it's not for the sake of "the edge of a sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold", but because he wants to protect himself.

If something unavoidable happens, his sword can kill all monsters and monsters.

But it's not fast enough now, faster, faster, faster.

Kashiwahara Kiyaki used the divine sword drawing technique, and each time the spirit of drawing the sword seemed to be attached to it, and each time the spirit of drawing the sword was consumed, some of it was consumed.

I continued practicing until eight o'clock in the evening. When Kashiwahara let go of his hand tremblingly, he was already sore and the red and swollen skin could crack and bleed at any time.

But according to usual estimates, it would take about 1-2 days to fully recover from this level of fatigue, which is too slow.

He wondered whether he should ask Asaba Chizuru if there were any herbs to brew these.

A swordsman who is good at drawing swords can kill the enemy with his sword in one second.

Kashiwahara's current fastest speed is 0.5S with the ordinary sword-drawing technique, and even faster with the divine sword-drawing technique.

His only goal is to go fast, fast, and faster.

Kashiwahara suddenly had a strong desire to own a shadow sword to see if he could draw the sword faster.

crimson starfish says

Based on everyone's feedback, I will consider writing less content related to kendo side fighting and killing. In addition, I would like to thank 'Shifang', 'Shuomao', a certain insignificant salted fish, 'Guiyuan z Ruijin' for your monthly votes! Thanks to book friend 20191208115706305
Chapter completed!