My Girlfriend is a Wicked Girl

Shouting outside, Kitahara Hideji didn't take it seriously. This kind of situation is considered daily here. There are often some frustrated people who get drunk, and then vent their grievances in life by beating and screaming all the way - there is no proud person living here, it happens every day, and basically no one cares Occasionally, someone will call the police when they see that the commotion is too loud, and then the police will use a quilt to tie up the drunk man and drag him back to the public security station to sober up.

But this time Kitahara Hideji thought for a while, gently opened the door, looked into the darkness at the end of the corridor, and called softly, "Yoko?"

"Wow~Wow! Woo..."

He was answered with a bark, and then the bark turned into a whimper, as if the dog's mouth had been covered. Kitahara Hideji waited for a while before hearing Yoko Ono's voice, "Onisan, I'm here."

"Haven't your parents been in touch yet?"

Yoko Ono stood up and whispered, "I live with my mother... Mom hasn't called yet."

Single parent family? Kitahara Hideji couldn't help softening his heart for a moment, and then looked at the drunk man in the apartment who was beating on the trash can with a wooden stick, and swearing at the sky from time to time, after thinking about it, he said: "It's too late, outside It's not safe, come to my place and wait!"

Yoko Ono looked at Hideji Kitahara, and then at the drunks downstairs—she knew that there were a few drunks living upstairs, and they should be back by the end of the day. to myself...

Although she is young, she also knows that the area she lives in is not a good place. She usually tries not to go out when she returns home from school, but now it is so late, and the darkness outside is really scary. Let's look at Beiyuan Xiuci's sword-browed and star-eyed face, with a righteous face, really didn't look like a bad guy. The lesser of two evils, he hesitated, picked up his schoolbag and walked over with the puppy in his arms, and asked softly, "Will you give Ornisang a little something?" trouble?"

"fine."

"Then... just trouble Onisan, I will leave after this period of time has passed."

Kitahara Hideji smiled, opened the door wide, and said, "Come in!"

"Thank you!" Ono Yoko bowed and thanked, pinched the phone in his hand, and then slipped into the apartment, trying to make himself smile sweetly, and don't show nervousness or guarding.

She took off her shoes at the simple entrance, paying attention to the movement of Hideji Kitahara behind her, only to find that he just opened the door and walked into the room, she couldn't help asking in surprise, "Are you not closing the door, Onisan?"

Kitahara Hideji turned around and smiled: "That's it, I don't have anything worth grabbing here." The so-called melon fields don't accept shoes, Li Xia doesn't hold the crown, he is a single man, he should avoid the suspicion that should be avoided.

Yoko Ono blinked and understood, her heart was slightly relieved, and the smile on her little face became more natural, but when she entered the house with her schoolbag, she found that she had accidentally carried the dog in, and immediately wanted to go out and send the dog away . Kitahara Hideji had already taken the corrugated cardboard box containing the books, and said with a smile, "Is this your dog? Put it here first!"

(Don't get your own floors dirty...)

Yoko Ono hesitated for a moment, put Hyakujiro in, and whispered, "It's my dog, but mother won't let it be kept at home, so it can only be kept on the street."

(A very gentle person, but he doesn't dislike Hyakujiro's dirty...)

Hyakujiro didn't make a fuss when he got into the cardboard box, he put his front legs on the edge of the cardboard box, and called to Kitahara Hideji softly, as if to say hello.

Kitahara Hideji glanced at it, and found that it was an ordinary native dog, and the bloodlines should be quite mixed, and the dog breed could not be distinguished at a glance, but the pair of dog eyes seemed to be quite spiritual.

Since the dog didn't make noise and didn't intend to dirty the house, Kitahara Hideji ignored it and greeted Yoko Ono, "Sit whatever you want, Yoko, I don't have anything here, I have nothing to entertain you, sorry. "

Yoko Ono bowed again politely, and said with a sweet smile, "Thank you very much, Onisan."

Kitahara Hideji saw that although she smiled sweetly, her hands and feet were very cramped, and she seemed a little uneasy. He also has this kind of experience. He has been in relatives' homes for a while, and he knows how to deal with it better—that is, it is best to leave her alone and let her stay by herself. Being too enthusiastic is counterproductive.

"Okay, Yoko, I'll go and read a book for a while."

"Okay, Onisan."

Kitahara Hideji went to the innermost part of the house, leaving the place near the door to Ono Yoko, then picked up a book of "Small Art of War" and read it, confirming the unclear imprints in his mind.

Seeing Hideji Kitahara's attitude, Yoko Ono felt quite at ease. She raised her finger at Hyakujiro, ordering it to never make noise, then knelt down carefully, not even daring to breathe loudly.

She sat for a while, took a sneak peek at Kitahara Hideji, and found that his attention seemed to be completely focused on the book, and he didn't pay attention to this side, so she boldly looked at it carefully.

The black hair is a bit long for a boy, and it is scattered on the forehead in small pieces, and the facial features have deep shadows under the light, which makes Kitahara Hideji look a lot colder. His brows were slightly frowned, his lips were pursed very thin, as if he was thinking seriously—Yoko Ono looked at it for a while, and found that he couldn't look away, as if Kitahara Hideji had some kind of magical attraction, giving people peace of mind and reliability It seems that just looking at it like this can give rise to a sense of happiness.

She suppressed the desire to look again and shifted her gaze to the moldy tatami in the gap, feeling a little strange in her heart, but soon relieved—he is a high school student, he must be different from the little boys she knew, This is normal, and it must be because I see it more often than not.

She stayed for a while with nothing to do, seeing that Kitahara Hideji ignored her, she dragged her schoolbag, quietly took out the books and started to do her homework, she was soon immersed in her study.

The room was silent for a while, except for occasional muffled shouts from the street outside, and Hyakujiro stood with the box for a while and found no one to play with it, so he curled up in the box and began to take a nap.

Hideji Kitahara collected a miscellaneous journal about swordsmanship collected by Shimahaha. This book cannot be used as a skill book, but it records some interesting facts about ancient swordsmanship, which can be used to help him eliminate illiteracy.

Modern kendo generally refers to sports kendo, which is a sport, and the predecessor of kendo is Chiguoguo's killing technique, which has been active on the battlefield for a long time.

It is mainly divided into three schools: Yidao style, Shinto style and Yin way.

The earliest recorded school of swordsmanship is Nakajo Isto-ryu, founded by Nakajo Nagahide. Its core idea is, roughly speaking, "cut down the enemy before the enemy cuts me down." Refers to holding only one knife - many of the sub-genres have the technique of fighting with two swords, but there is no such title as the two-sword style, the three-sword style and the four-sword style.

Now the most famous branch of Yidao Style is Beichen Yidao Style. Its rumored forty-three sets of combo moves are compulsory subjects for RB police. In a sense, it can be regarded as official martial arts.

At the same time, as the first swordsmanship genre, the core spirit of the Yidao style has been running through the development of RB swordsmanship, that is, to quickly cut down the enemy to prevent yourself from being cut, which makes RB swordsmanship always full of aggressiveness...

Hideji Kitahara slowly turned the pages of the book, confirming the imprint of swordsmanship in his brain, and found that it was indeed as described in the text, even defense in RB swordsmanship was for the purpose of cutting down the enemy, and there were countless attacks and attacks. All the fighting images do not exceed thirty seconds.

He looked at a line of words in the book and couldn't help but muttered: "Any actual combat that lasts for more than sixty seconds must be acting... It's really a killing technique, and the goal pursued is really simple and clear."