My Girlfriend is a Wicked Girl

Fukuzawa Fuyumi kept protective gear in the kendo club and went to get it directly, while Hideji Kitahara borrowed the set that the kendo teacher brought to demonstrate and replaced it directly on the sidelines. It's just that he didn't listen to the class at all just now, and he was a little upset when he saw the turban, so he turned around and called softly: "Ah Lu, help me put on the protective gear."

"Yes!" Shikishima Ritsu immediately stepped forward and began to help him tie the knots and fold the turban, showing the demeanor of a petty surname, which set off Kitahara Hideji, who was sitting still, even more like a general.

Ritsuto Shikishima was very dexterous, and quickly folded the scarf into a hat shape and put it on Hideji Kitahara's head, complaining in a low voice: "Why did you promise her, Kitahara-kun, it's too reckless."

Kitahara Hideji smiled, and replied softly: "Sooner or later, you can't hide... By the way, because you want to cover your head? Are you afraid of sweating?"

Ritsu Shikishima saw that he still had the time to ask this question, and he was even more anxious—even though Hideji Kitahara was more than 30 centimeters taller than Fukuzawa Fuyumi, he didn't think that Hideji Kitahara could beat Fukuzawa Fuyumi, and now it's not like that in the club In a secluded place, winning or losing has little effect.

But now, in front of nearly a hundred people, losing face would definitely be very embarrassing, right? Tomorrow, there are rumors in the whole department that a boy in Beiyuan was beaten to the knees like a dead dog by a little girl? It's extremely sad to think about it!

He was impatient, and he responded indiscriminately: "The main purpose is to reduce the shock to the head when the visor is hit. Of course, it also prevents the visor from wearing down the hair. It also has some sweat-absorbing effects... Well, Beiyuan-kun, or I will change it. let's go?"

Kitahara Hideji looked at him and asked with a smile, "Can you win?"

Ritsu Shikishima bowed his head, he couldn't win. Fukuzawa Fuyumi is indeed very strong among high school students. He was beaten helplessly when he was practicing in clubs with men and women. In fact, he admired him very much. That's why he wanted to help Hideji Kitahara in the locker room. Resolve conflicts with Fukuzawa Fuyumi - if you can't fight, it's better to live in peace!

This is his idea.

Kitahara Hideji patted him on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "So I'll do it, after all, it's my business...Fukuzawa provoked me, so I have the obligation to let her know that there are mountains outside the mountains, and there are people outside the people, so as not to She looked up at the sky all day long and broke her neck one day, which would have saved her life."

He said it funny, Ritsu Shikishima almost laughed out loud, but worry quickly regained the upper hand, thinking about how to make Hideji Kitahara less embarrassing, but at this moment Uchida Yuma touched him excitedly Said: "Okay, I've made an appointment with a few acquaintances, we will sign up to be the referee together later, no matter who is selected, we will blow the shorty's black whistle, and we must let her lose!"

Kitahara Hideji looked at him, and said helplessly, "No, there are more than eighty people here, and there are always people with good eyesight, that would be even more embarrassing."

Even if Fukuzawa Fuyumi is always looking for trouble for no reason, at least she is challenged upright, thinking of a one-on-one fair fight, and you are actually more despicable, right? It's really not in vain to be blinded by your looks, let's develop in the direction of treacherous ministers in the future, there must be a future!

"Losing is losing, winning is winning, what do you care about so much!" Uchida Yuma was still insisting, Yin Ren's determination was very firm, and Fukuzawa Fuyumi had already changed into protective gear and came out.

She walked to the sidelines, knelt down and bit the corner of the turban and covered her face directly, then slowly and forcefully fastened the other corner on her head behind the ears with her small hands, and finally pushed the corner biting in her mouth to the back of her head Said, showing a serious but proud little face, crescent moon eyes shining brightly, mouth tightly pursed into a line, two shallow pear dimples appeared on his face, softly but firmly said: "I Ready."

Kitahara Hideji put on the glove-like armor, and got used to holding the bamboo knife. He found that the design was pretty good, and it didn't affect the control of the knife. He also softly called out: "I'm ready too."

The gazes of the two people met across the field, like a hunter seeing the prey—I will make you little carrot head (little boy) pay the price today!

The kendo teacher has already taken the referee flag. He was fair. He picked a referee from the third class of ABC, which made Uchida Yuma's black whistle plan aborted in half. capital.

The kendo competition requires three referees, and the three parties observe the contestants' confrontation from three angles. Each person holds a white flag in one hand and a red flag in the other. As long as two red flags are raised, it means that the red team has scored points, and vice versa.

That is to say, if two referees agree that one side has carried out an effective strike, the gas swords are consistent and have a broken heart, then it will be counted as one point, and the first to score two points will win.

Hideji Kitahara was tied with a red cloth belt behind his back, and Fukuzawa Fuyumi was tied with a white cloth belt behind his back. Then they both put on their upper masks and entered the starting line to take their positions.

The students watching the battle were also interested. Anyway, this is much more interesting than boring sword swings, especially since you can watch Kitahara Hideji in a fair manner, which made many girls very happy. There was even a phrase "Cheer Kitahara, come on" in the girls' group. , provoked a snicker.

Fukuzawa Fuyumi was a little unhappy that the audience couldn't keep quiet, she tilted her head angrily, and was even more unhappy that someone dared to cheer Kitahara Hideji, but there were too many people, she couldn't bear the grudge, so she had to forget it.

Kitahara Hideji looked at the short Fukuzawa Fuyumi through the gap in the visor, and saw that her kendo uniform fit well this time, and she looked petite and exquisite even wearing protective gear, and there was a black cloth strip hanging from her waist. "Dafuku" is written horizontally in white characters, and "Fuze" is written vertically, which is probably a nameplate for future competitions. At the same time, this time the big hakama was finally no longer a long skirt that dragged the floor, revealing two little white feet.

"Greetings!"

"Prepare"

The temporary referee is a student who thinks he has some knowledge of kendo, and he gives the password in a straight line, while the kendo teacher explains some basic knowledge of the game to the students outside the court, and is going to guide them how to watch and appreciate the kendo game later.

"Well... Excuse me, Mr. Shenyuan, ah, that's great, Mr. Shenyuan, can you come first?" The competition was about to start, but the door of the kendo hall was opened, and a staff member of the school poked his head to greet the kendo Teacher, the kendo teacher hesitated for a moment, and said with a smile: "Sorry, gentlemen, please wait for me a moment."

After speaking, he followed the staff member out of the sword dojo, probably because the school wanted to find him for something.

Hideji Kitahara squatted holding a sword and looked at Fukuzawa Fuyumi opposite, breathing the slightly metal and leather-smelling air inside the visor, feeling a little strange—this was his first time confronting a real person, but he didn't feel nervous, while before Fukuzawa Fuyumi roared like a little tiger and stabbed him once, which shocked him a lot, but now he doesn't feel any pressure when facing a real person.

It even feels...the other party is not as strong as imagined, but rather weak!

Fukuzawa Fuyumi also maintained a ready posture and looked at Kitahara Hideji, looking at his bulging body as if seeing her lost 2.5 million yen being hidden in Kitahara Hideji's arms, couldn't help saying: "Little white face , you make me very angry, do you know why I am angry? Because of you, my stomach hurts every night, twisted and twisted, do you know how uncomfortable it is! But I am not unreasonable, you honestly let me I'll save you some face if you give me a good beating, so let's forget about it, how about it?"

Hideji Kitahara flatly refused: "No!"

Who hasn't lost their temper yet, you are the only one, so why spoil you? If you have a stomachache and go to the doctor, why should you take me as stomach medicine?

Fukuzawa Fuyumi's face became even uglier, "You will regret it, prepare to lose face!"

"Come if you have the ability!" Kitahara Hideji refused to budge.

The two people hadn't met their swords, and their mouths had already started to talk. The two temporary referees except Uchida Yuma were dumbfounded-this didn't look like a practice match, and it didn't look like a club partner. The two sides had a grudge against each other, right? ?

The kendo teacher was gone forever, and Hideji Kitahara dared to talk back, which made Fukuzawa Fuyumi even more impatient-hit you a few times and then let you go, you have to ask for trouble, you don't know what is good or bad!

She ordered decisively: "Let's start the game!"

Uchida Xiongma sneered and said, "Start as soon as you say, dream, just squat honestly!"

Hidetsu Kitahara didn't look sideways, and said calmly, "Uchida, start the game!"

"Ah? Good!" Although Uchida Yuma has a lot of problems, he is cowardly and lustful, but he is okay with his friends. Seeing Kitahara Hideji's second start, he didn't think much about it, so he yelled: "Start!"

It took 0.15 seconds for Fukuzawa Fuyumi to stand up and slide forward. She showed her instant reaction ability to the fullest, and roared: "Little boy, die! Face!"

The bamboo sword cut straight at Kitahara Hideji's head, the standard Tang bamboo.