My Girlfriend is a Wicked Girl

Hearing Hideji Kitahara's confident laughter, Fukuzawa Fuyumi suddenly realized that she couldn't be afraid, the real loser was the one who was afraid!

But when she looked at Hideji Kitahara's figure rushing towards him, she felt that the opponent's aura was extremely high, almost invincible, as if her own defeat was doomed, and she couldn't avoid it after all!

But she is not reconciled, absolutely does not want to lose!

She suddenly roared loudly, like an angry little tiger that had been shot in the butt by an arrow, and tried her best to temporarily dispel the haze in her heart. Kitahara Hideji nimbly jumped around her, one forward and one backward, attacking her very fast but not deceptively close, the target of the slash was the bamboo sword in her hand.

Every time Fukuzawa Fuyumi was slashed by Kitahara Hideji, he was so depressed that he wanted to vomit blood, but Kitahara Hideji changed his footwork from keeping his feet on the ground to various jumps. The reaction force when parrying jumps back, extremely flexible.

Fukuzawa Fuyumi slashed horizontally and was knocked sideways by Kitahara Hideji, but this time Kitahara Hideji used one hand and couldn't control the bamboo sword. Fukuzawa Fuyumi was so happy that he turned the handle of the sword with all his strength to try to change the direction of the bamboo sword Cut to Kitahara Hideji, but saw that Kitahara Hideji took advantage of the opportunity of both sides to show their emptiness, suddenly approached her, and punched her on the visor, causing her to stagger and take a few steps back.

Fukuzawa Fuyumi hadn't recovered from the shock after being punched, Kitahara Hideji's slash came again, she could only try her best to lure the slash to one side, and took the opportunity to rush behind Kitahara Hideji, but unexpectedly Kitahara Hideji kicked her ass with a diagonal jump, and immediately kicked her to the ground.

Fukuzawa Fuyumi waved a bamboo sword indiscriminately to prevent Hideji Kitahara from chasing him, and managed to get up, but his heart became more confused and his breathing became short of breath. He could only look at Hideji Kitahara helplessly angrily, wondering in his heart: Yes Pommel horse flow? No, is it body shed flow?

The pommel horse style is a strange school, what they pursue is not to kill the enemy immediately, but to cut the enemy's weapon first, and after the enemy's weapon is broken, he cuts the person - a school developed due to dueling swordsmanship, which was once deeply hated. (The knife is so expensive)

Tishe style is even more weird. It is a swordsmanship genre, but it jumps around like a monkey, punching and kicking at every turn. There are more physical skills than swordsmanship skills. It is a martial arts genre. Holding a sword again, after beating the enemy dizzy, he finally had to hack the enemy to death with the sword.

Fukuzawa Fuyumi couldn't figure it out, and shouted angrily, "What the hell are you!?"

The spectators outside the arena were also stunned, it doesn't look like a practice match now, why are they punching and kicking? These two people are not fighting, are they? What about fellow club members? What about showing the charm of kendo?

The temporary referee of Class 2 of AC wanted to stop the "practice match" from continuing, but Uchida Yuma saw Kitahara Hideji's bravery and had already gained the absolute upper hand. , to create an opportunity for Hideji Kitahara to beat up Fukuzawa Fuyumi.

If he hadn't been guarding the face of more than 80 classmates, he might have bent down and picked up the bamboo sword and rushed up to help Kitahara Hideji beat the dog in the water - his integrity value has always been negative, and he has no psychological burden on being an accomplice.

Hideji Kitahara ignored Fukuzawa Fuyumi's words and did not answer, he jumped forward and slashed at the head, full of murderous intent.

Fukuzawa Fuyumi didn't dare to draw the sword for a moment. He missed the opportunity and could only choose to hold the bamboo sword in both hands and raise it above his head to form a "torii structure" - the posture is like the "open" torii gate in front of the shrine. , hence the name—to deal with the slash from above, followed by a horizontal slash—in Guliu swordsmanship, the offense is for the purpose of attacking, and the defense is still for the purpose of attacking, but her offensive spirit has been completely consumed by successive failures He fell, and his body was a little stiff and out of control, and he took a step back while maintaining the torii posture, but failed to make a horizontal cut.

Kitahara Hideji has no feelings of pity, and he doesn't care what other girls think of him, just like a storm, he slashed repeatedly, each time getting heavier and faster, and finally crushed Fukuzawa Fuyumi's bamboo sword on herself The top of his head went up.

Fukuzawa Fuyumi has nothing to do. She is short and short-armed. Once she loses her aggressive spirit and dares not approach the enemy, she will be beaten to death. But she has a bottom line in her heart, that is, she will never admit defeat. After being beaten so badly, he gritted his teeth and persisted, his eyes were red.

Kitahara Hideji's heavy slash was imminent again, her arms were already numb, and the torii gate couldn't hold on anymore, the bamboo sword in her hand was smashed onto her visor, and Kitahara Hideji was so unreasonable, her eyes shrank , the first time he yelled loudly: "Death!"

The bamboo sword in his hand retracted and stabbed out suddenly, stabbing heavily on Fukuzawa Fuyumi's visor, the force was so great that Fukuzawa Fuyumi rolled out, and finally lay face down on the floor.

lost...

Fukuzawa Fuyumi lay there motionless, her small hands were clenched into fists, her heart ached, she tried her best to hold back, but tears still came out of her eyes, she didn't even dare to look up to see Kitahara Hideji's triumphant look... He must be very proud, winning again up! That little boy, that bastard, let him win again!

She was in great pain, when she suddenly felt her back sinking, she looked up in surprise, and saw Kitahara Hideji stepping on her back with one foot, slowly raising the bamboo sword, she couldn't help but frightened: "You, you, you!" ……What do you want to do?"

Kitahara Hideji stepped on her lower back, like a small bastard, to prevent her from standing up and fighting back, and said with a smile: "I won the duel, of course I have to make up the knife... What, do you have any opinions?"

Fukuzawa Fuyumi burst into tears, not because she was afraid, but because she was unwilling. She shouted angrily: "How dare you! You wait...you wait...I can't spare you!"

Hideji Kitahara looked at the immobile Fukuzawa Fuyumi from the gap in the visor, and smiled lightly: "Student Fukuzawa, I have always believed in the principle of being kind to others, but I am not without temper - people will not offend me, I will not offend others, people If you offend me, I will offend you, and I will pay you back double! Before you trouble others, think carefully about whether you will fall into this situation. No one in this world will be afraid of anyone, and the outside is not your home, let alone I will get used to you, this is my advice to you! This sword is also a lesson for you, remember to walk around when you see me in the future, if you dare to provoke me next time, it will not be so cheap!"

After he finished speaking, his face turned cold, and the bamboo sword in his hand swung down like lightning, hitting Fukuzawa Fuyumi's head hard, taking off her "head" and completing the last process of the duel.

Fukuzawa Fuyumi's eyes went dark, and she was stunned by the shock, but the audience was silent, and many girls held their hands on their chests and showed fear in front of them—Hideji Kitahara's posture just now was full of killing intent, as if she was really holding a sharp knife It's like cutting off Fukuzawa Fuyumi's head.

Uchida Xiongma was the first to react, holding up the red flag and waving it over his head, shouting: "Hongfang Kitahara wins!" It's a pity that no one paid attention to him, and almost everyone didn't recover.

Kitahara Hideji bowed to the onlookers, which was an apology and a salute, but most of the onlookers were forced by his aura and stood up to return the salute—then they realized it after the salute, and they were a little embarrassed.

After a while, the discussion sounded, and the melon eaters began to use their imagination to speculate what kind of grievances and hatreds there were between Fukuzawa Fuyumi and Kitahara Hideji, and what kind of love and hatred intertwined. Maybe there would be eighteen people the next day. Version, five illegitimate children can appear, but they obviously dare not make too much noise, it seems that Hideji Kitahara, who is slowly leaving the stage, is a bit daunting.

Ritsu Shikishima walked up to him quickly, and helped Hideji Kitahara remove the protective gear, with a strange expression on his face: "So Kitahara-kun is so good at it?"

Kitahara Hideji glanced at him and knew what he was thinking. He probably thought that he had concealed the past of practicing swordsmanship. I just practiced for less than three weeks..." He then expressed his thanks to Ritsu Shikishima, "Thanks to Ritsu for lending me the books and equipment, I was able to win this time thanks to Ritsu's blessing. grateful!"

Hearing his sincere words, the expression on Shikishima Ritsu's face became a little more relieved, and he said in a low voice with a blushing face, "You don't need to thank me, Mr. Beiyuan won by relying on his own strength. Maybe I'm overthinking, sorry, Beiyuan-kun. I've always believed that there are geniuses in this world, and Beiyuan-kun must be that kind of talented person!"

Hideji Kitahara shook his head and said that what he said was wrong, he was actually just taking advantage of his skills, otherwise it would take a long time to practice hard to defeat Fukuzawa Fuyumi - there is no skill to engrave the correct posture in the brain, and there is no skill to assist in adjusting the posture , maybe he has already practiced disabled.

But he doesn't feel ashamed, he doesn't have to be a fool, this is his own advantage! Is it fair for those who are naturally smart to play dumb? He was so unlucky in his previous life, others could study in peace and stability, and he was hungry in the middle of the night drinking tap water to satisfy his hunger, what should he do with the tuition fees? In this life, it would be unfair to have a small inherent advantage? How come no one asked others to be fair in the previous life? You can't have double standards!

It's just that it shouldn't be praised, and it should be used - he is a standard pragmatist.

Shikishima Ritsu only thought that he was being modest, and looked at him more tenderly, and changed the subject at the same time: "By the way, Kitahara-kun, isn't it a bit too..."

Kitahara Hideji saw this problem very clearly, and said with a smile: "She provokes first, and it's a fair duel, I don't think there's anything wrong... She's trying to find trouble, if I lose, you think she will give me a step up down?"

According to that little radish's temperament, if he wins the battle, he must step on it a few times to be happy!

"That's right!" Shikishima Ritsu nodded obediently, and turned to look at Fukuzawa Fuyumi—his heart was softer, and he was a little worried that Fukuzawa Fuyumi would not be able to bear this blow. After a glance, Fukuzawa Fuyumi was not found. At this time, there was an unwilling and resentful shout from the gate of the kendo field: "Hideji Kitahara, you bastard, wait for me, now you are my enemy for life! I will never forgive you! You poor bastard! You wait for me! You wait for me..."

Fukuzawa Fuyumi's hair was a little disheveled, her palm-sized face was stained with tears, she waved her visor in a rage, her eyes were red and she yelled unwillingly, then she wiped her tears and turned her head towards the door - she I have no face to stay here.

The kendo teacher who just came back was almost stunned by her, patted his head, looked at Fukuzawa Fuyumi who ran away with bare feet, and asked strangely: "What happened? Is it no longer a practice match?"

All the students in the three classes of ABC were silent as a whole, what is the comparison? One of them has his "head" cut off, how can it be compared?

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