Messages are always lagging.

Even if it is news that is closely related to yourself.

The Lord of the Taishi Yuling Shrine was completely out of control.

And Fujiki Castle people and Milou Kei were preparing.

But as relevant personnel, Beiyuan Nanfeng.

Not affected yet.

The wind is calm.

April 27.

School.

Beiyuan Nanfeng still couldn't find a club that suits him.

Most clubs don't welcome him very much.

So the north plain south wind has been searching for two days.

In the end, I gave up the idea of ​​joining the club.

He himself built a club called "playing with mobile phones in the classroom after school and waiting for the prostitute girl's department," abbreviated as "playing with machine and prostitute girl's department"...

Well, because the abbreviation is too bad, as soon as it emerged, it was shot dead by the club minister and member of the ministry...

As for the main content of the club, it is to play with your mobile phone in the classroom.

You don't say it.

This is much more interesting than the light sound of Kendo basketball.

that is.

The only thing that Beiyuan Nanfeng thinks is that it is the only drawback.

When I was doing club activities myself, someone watched it.

"Is it interesting?"

Beiyuan Nanfeng looked at his phone, but he felt uncomfortable no matter how he was.

He turned his head back and looked at Yui Miyata who stood behind him, stuffed chocolate beans into his mouth, stretched his neck and looked at his cell phone. He couldn't help but ask.

Yui Miyata moved his eyes to his face, tiptoed slightly, put his hands behind his back, and nodded vigorously.

"Where is your phone?"

Yui Miyata pointed at her position.

"Then can't you go back and see it?"

Yui Miyata shook her head, pointed to Kitahara Nanfeng, and gave her a thumbs up.

It seems to be saying: Yours is more interesting.

Kitahara Nanfeng sighed and looked fierce: "Bad, beat you up."

Yui Miyata blinked and raised her right hand holding the chocolate bean packaging bag.

"I said, didn't I say it last time? I really can't do the lead singer. If it's okay to say an ordinary staff member, I can still know guitar, but the lead singer really can't do it."

Beiyuan Nanfeng stretched out his hand and caught the chocolate beans she poured out.

Short-handedness.

His tone immediately softened.

The expression is no longer vicious.

Yui Miyata patted his shoulder, raised his chin, and signaled him to pick up his cell phone.

‘Who cares about the light voice department? I want to watch a movie.’

Probably, that's what it means.

“…”

Beiyuan Nanfeng picked up his cell phone.

But as soon as I picked it up and pressed to play, Natsume Mio's message came.

After a little delay, the club activities there were over.

"Sorry, I'm leaving."

Beiyuan Nanfeng stood up, put away his cell phone, and carried his bag.

Yui Miyata widened her beautiful eyes and opened her mouth, as if she was making a 'hee...' sound, a little disappointed.

Beiyuan Nanfeng waved his hand, ignored her disappointed, and turned around and left ruthlessly.

“…”

Yui Miyata looked at Kitahara Nanfeng's back, and the expression on her face suddenly restrained, as if she was a little angry.

She stretched out her hand, made a pistol-shaped look, and aimed her index finger at Nanfeng Beiyuan's head.

And opened his mouth.

It seems like I want to say something.

Beiyuan Nanfeng paused.

It seems to have noticed something.

Turn your head away.

Miyata Yui pointed at him.

The two looked at each other.

“biu~”

Miyata Yui smiled cutely and shook her index finger.

North Yuan South Wind: "…"

He was speechless, ignored her and left.

Yui Miyata watched him leave.

Blinked.

...

That night.

Natsume family shrine main hall.

The sound of bamboo swords colliding with each other sounded densely again.

Occasionally, the sound of the Kitanhara Nanfeng would also sound... The voice of Mio Natsume was taught a lesson.

People who don’t know may think he is so powerful.

Actually, he doesn't understand the kendo.

But even if he doesn't know anything.

Relying on his extremely fast reaction and almost instinctive keen awareness, as well as the experience accumulated in his previous life, he could still avoid Mio's attacks again and again, and then knock her head with a bamboo knife.

And the ending of the two men's training will definitely be...

Dong.

Natsume Mio's head hit Kitahara Nanfeng's chest and gave up on himself.

"I won't fight."

"Today is so fast? I lasted for twenty minutes yesterday."

After two days, Kitahara Nanfeng also adapted to Natsume Mio's way of giving up on herself.

"I don't want to talk to you." Natsume Mio hit his chest, "I'm so tired."

Beiyuan Nanfeng smiled: "It's only twenty minutes... Have you ever thought about exercising these days?

I have been conceiving artworks these days, and I have been thinking that if you compare artworks, isn’t it magic? And you are magicians. Since you are a magician who can be knocked down with a simple punch without artworks, have you never thought about exercising? Like the three clergy who come to cause trouble for you, when the artworks have no effect, to some extent, they are actually not even as bad as bad."

"Yes, you can exercise, but you usually don't work too hard, because the technique is too convenient, brother."

Mio Natsume whispered: "Just as I told you last time, as time goes by, the longer the meditation time, the larger the capacity of the 'spirit' in the body will be, and then more and more techniques will be used to deal with various situations.

The physical ability mentioned by Brother Yi... actually has a basic reinforcement technique, but many people, including those three, do not have the extra "spirit" and the energy to practice for the time being to support multiple techniques. Between the basics and exclusive techniques that suit you, most people will choose the latter in the early stage, like my "Yan" is like this.

It is very troublesome to be able to master a technique skillfully, Brother Yi. Not everyone is the same as you, and even if you exercise, you can't do that at your level."

As he spoke, Natsume Mio felt a little resentful.

"What are the basic techniques?"

Beiyuan Nanfeng didn't care about her resentment, but instead asked a question that she was interested in.

"A simple, direct and effective technique for allowing the 'spirit' existing in the blood to act on the body, such as...I want to make my fist become powerful, but although it is simple and direct, this technique will be practiced longer than that of the ordinary technique, because the body... cannot do it randomly."

Natsume Mio waved her fist in front of Kitahara Nanfeng.

"Then does this have anything to do with physical exercise?" Beiyuan Nanfeng was stunned. "I thought I could directly strengthen my physical fitness. After a long time, it turned out to be based on the spirit. If the spirit cannot be used, wouldn't it be necessary to die?"

"Well..." Mio Natsume didn't know what to say for a moment.

"Tsk, no, it's true that it's hard for me to agree with your ideas. Once you lose the so-called "spirit", you will become a useless person and finally be knocked down by a punch... If a man is going to face the punch head-on."

"Brother of righteousness... this may be one of the reasons why you give people a sense of security."

Natsume Mio pressed her head against his chest and smiled gently.

If a man is still facing the punch head-on... It sounds so stupid.
Chapter completed!