Comprehensive Comics: The Demon King From Another World Returns To Daily Life!

"Okay, to make a long story short, what's the purpose of your coming here?" Lu Chuan didn't believe that the other party just came to thank him.

Yesterday, when he was inspecting the environment at the Student Union during the day, he came up with a way to get money by asking Aomine Daiki to smash the basket. Momoi Satsuki is not as well-behaved as he seems on the surface. This guy has a dark heart.

"The purpose is actually not my business...it's Ah Da. After being defeated by you, senior, last night, he has been thinking about doing it again, and he has to say something like insufficient preparation." Momoi Wu Yue thought for a while and said with some distress.

It could destroy him, so how could it be a fluke?

Of course, Aomine Daiki above was not something a normal person could wake up.

Of course, she would rather have Lu Chuan join the basketball club than compete with Lu Chuan. After all, with such strength, and joining forces with Qingfeng Dahui, this year's national competition is within grasp!

But when I think about Lu Chuan's age, he is in his third year of high school and is about to take the college entrance examination.

He is still the famous test-taker in the school. Even if he joins, finishing this semester will have nothing to do with the next semester. What's more, as long as Aomine Daiki maintains a good mentality and physical fitness, Momoi has a 70% certainty of winning the championship.

After all, Sobu High School is not a school for bastards.

Although the funds are a little less, they spend a lot of money on poaching people.

"So, can you please come to the basketball club again?" Momoi Satsuki still grabbed Lu Chuan's palm, raised his head and looked into Lu Chuan's eyes, making a pitiful little expression.

"No, Mr. Lu Chuan belongs to me this afternoon."

Before Lu Chuan could answer, Busudao Yizi stepped in front of Lu Chuan and uttered words of declaration of sovereignty. After all, he was a martial arts fanatic. He finally got the opportunity to compete with each other. How could it be so easy? Let it go.

"Let's do it another day." Lu Chuan said, "I have a lot of free time, but I don't have time today."

That's pretty much it, I agreed.

Momoi Satsuki didn't delay, and bent down to Lu Chuan to thank him. His eyes swept back and forth between Busujima Yuzi and Lu Chuan, and then he said, "Then I'll come back tomorrow. See you tomorrow, senior."

It seems there was a misunderstanding.

Not far away, a silver-haired girl clung to the corner, gritting her teeth and looking at Momoi May, or in other words, at the hands that Momoi had touched Lu Chuan just now.

It was this hand that touched...touched Lu Chuan, whom she had been thinking about for three years!

What a blessing!

Sobu High School Student Council Treasurer, Miss Anna Nishikinomiya, both mouths were drooling shamefully.

It wasn't until Lu Chuan completely entered the Kendo Club dojo that Anna Jinzhi Palace returned to normal state. For three years, for three years, she continued to study, study, study under the pressure of her mother!

There is absolutely no access to things that normal neon girls should be exposed to!

Although she had good grades, Anna Nishikinomiya, who had a repressed nature, finally broke out in the last semester of her senior year of high school. First she ran away from home for a winter vacation, and then asked to transfer to Sobu High School where Lu Chuan was.

After a series of operations, although the process was a bit bumpy, it was finally successful.

And now, she could finally appear in the corner and spy on Lu Chuan openly!

Lu Chuan:? ? ?

Are you seriously ill?

Frowning, Lu Chuan looked at the white and brand-new kendo uniform on his body and couldn't help but touch his nose. There are always unscrupulous people who want to harm me, if he hadn't blocked his own perception.

When others have evil thoughts towards Lu Chuan, Lu Chuan can directly follow these thoughts and kill them.

However, Lu Chuan is here for vacation now, so naturally he won't do these troublesome things. When he is on vacation, he must look like he is on vacation.

If he is still in the same state as when he was in Demon King's Castle, then he didn't come to this world for nothing.

"This is senior Lu Chuan from the third grade!"

"The legend of Sobu High!"

"Class 1 of the third grade. Since entering school, he has been among the top three in his age group. He is also one of the honorary seniors of our kendo club..."

"Honorary senior? Senior, has he won any awards in any competitions?"

"No, senior resigned from the club without playing any games."

"Then why is he an honorary senior?"

"He's the student union treasurer."

"Hiss...that's it."

Discussions about Lu Chuan were going on in the Kendo club. Lu Chuan himself didn't care. Looking at the kendo uniform on his body, he saw that the last time he wore it was two years ago when he was still in the kendo club.

The upper part is white and the lower part is black, there is no unnecessary color, and it is very smart.

Wearing it on Lu Chuan himself, his perfect and tight figure directly pushed up the kendo uniform. Only when it fits him is it more suitable for combat. Of course, for Lu Chuan, the battle with Busujima Weizi cannot be used as a battle. to describe.

"But, senior Lu Chuan, who has never played in a match, is going to compete with senior Busujima?"

"I feel like I can't win at all."

"Who do you think you are looking down on? That's Busujima-senpai! The national kendo competition, women's category, mixed category, the ace who has won two consecutive championships! As long as he wins this year's competition, he will be the unprecedented three-time champion of Sobu High !”

"The strongest senior sister will naturally choose the strongest opponent!"

"That makes sense...but it doesn't seem like much."

"That's all. You've been nagging me so much. Do you want to replace Mr. Lu Chuan with you?"

"Being able to compete with Senior Busushima without any stage fright, even if Lu Chuanjun is a layman who knows nothing, he is undoubtedly a strong man!"

Thinking of Busujima Eiko's record... no matter who he fights, the final result will be bloody. In the kendo club, the most frightening thing is sparring with Busujima Eiko. Suffer.

When the first batch of seniors were still there, they were beaten up by each other every day. After graduation, Busujima Yuiko became the senior and beat them again. Five generations of the Kendo Club, you have all been beaten!

You...be a human being (quietly)!

Lu Chuan held the bamboo sword in his hand, turned sideways with one hand, and faced Busujima Weizi like this. This posture was undoubtedly a state where the door was wide open and neither the front, rear, left, or right could be fully defended. This was theoretically the case.

But after the last contest, Busujima Yuzi, who had thought about Lu Chuan's skills and physical strength countless times, had a different opinion. For Lu Chuan, such a casual posture made it easier for him to release his power.

It's impossible to guard against them all. In a sense, it means that they are all guarded against.

Fighting competition is a collision between talents, rather than a collision of pure genres.

Lu Chuan has the physical talent to sweep through everything.

This is something that Busujima Yuiko cannot envy. As a daughter, she has been scolded by her father countless times, thinking that she cannot inherit the Busujima-style swordsmanship inherited from her family, and that she will never be able to reach the top of the sword in this life!

But, because of this reason, stop moving forward?

That's not her style!

With both hands clasping the bamboo knife in his hand, Busujima Yuiko closed his eyes and meditated for a while, adjusting his breath. Not only did his breathing rhythm not become calmer, but he became more excited, and every pore in his body was breathing. Open below.

Opening his eyes again, Busujima Yuiko had already taken out his serious state during the game.

Although the outcome has been determined, Lu Chuan has always been a person who respects the hard work of others: "Youzi, let's take action."

The moment the words fell to the ground.

Busujima Weizi swung the bamboo sword in his hand and slashed directly at Lu Chuan's head, but before it fell completely, the scene of Lu Chuan's counterattack came to mind. He slashed sideways, bent down to sweep the sword, and moved to the left. ...

In Busujima's mind, Lu Chuan had countless ways to deal with this sword.

So he turned his head, turned the chop into a thorn, and stabbed directly towards Lu Chuan's lower abdomen.

A smile appeared on Lu Chuan's face. The actions Busujima Weizi could think of were naturally what Lu Chuan asked the other party to think of. Through the subtle operation of muscles, the other party could predict the next action. For Lu Chuan, who had god-level fighting skills, Let's talk...

easy!

Of course, even so, by the standards of ordinary people, being able to perceive these tricks is already a genius among geniuses.

The bamboo sword in Lu Chuan's hand suddenly retracted, and the tip of the sword directly touched the tip of the bamboo sword that Busujima Yuzi poked. The two collided smoothly. Lu Chuan stretched his hind legs back and grabbed it with his other hand. The hilt of the sword is like playing billiards.

Push forward.

Although the two forces were different, the combined force in the end suddenly exploded. Even though Lu Chuan was only using the qualities of an ordinary person at this moment, Busujima Weizi still took a few steps back under this thrust to stabilize his body. shape.

"Being...repulsed?"

"I read that right. Busujima-senpai was knocked back in the first round of her fight with Lu Chuan. By the way, what kind of move was that? If used on a real knife, I'm afraid she would be cut first. Yes, it’s your own palm.”

"Can this kind of action really be used in actual combat with a real sword?"

"No, I thought about it! This is the sword technique of the sect country, the Qi Family Sword, yes, that's right, it's the Qi Family Sword!"

"The blade has no edge, it only opens at the tip, so it is completely possible to use Senior Lu Chuan's current posture in actual combat. This was a weapon used to fight Japanese pirates when the suzerain country was still in the Ming Dynasty. The Japanese pirates they killed were frightened by the news, and even I also want to go back to ancient hand blades..."

"Huh? Why do you think so of me?"

"Do you know...Japanese pirates refer to us..."

"...6"

The battle was still going on. After Busujima took two steps back, without any hesitation, thinking of Lu Chuan's last action, he directly used inertia to swing his body violently, like a top, and struck at Lu Chuan's body.

"The reaction is very fast, but this skill is like hitting me, so it would be too much to underestimate me." Lu Chuan nodded slightly, looking at Busujia Weizi who had made obvious progress, with a happy smile on his face.

Lu Chuan raised his hand and caught the inertia of the bamboo knife. Without any exertion, he offset the impact, and the door of Busu Island opened wide.

If he wasn't competing with bamboo swords, he only needed to raise his hand and pinch the opponent's neck at this moment. Even an ordinary person could end the fight in an instant.

"At this time, hold on to the momentum just now. If you can't succeed, then immediately take the next blow. If you hesitate in this purely offensive move, you will lose." Lu Chuan said, slightly raising the bamboo sword in his hand and directly touching it. On the back of the other person's head.

"You lost, Wei Zi."

Relaxed, freehand, without any drag.

From start to finish, the fight between the two took only one minute.

Most of the cost is in the speaking process.

We really have to focus on the moment of combat...five seconds.

The members of the Kendo Club rubbed their eyes and opened their mouths. They didn't know what to say for a moment. The big devil who had always been the devil was defeated so easily, no, even without even taking a breath!

Who is the leader of the Kendo Club?

"Thank you for your advice." Busujima Yizi was not unwilling to give in. He knelt on his knees and made a standard sitting posture directly towards Lu Chuan: "Lu Chuan-kun, I have benefited a lot."

Lu Chuan, who knew this guy's character, was not surprised. When Busujima Keiko was not fighting, she was a real lady, gentle and elegant, with a gentle aura like Yamato Nadeshiko.

Of course, there are many house rules.

"Let's go."

Lu Chuan waved his hand and walked towards the locker room.

The kendo uniform he was wearing made him feel a little uncomfortable, so he preferred to wear looser regular uniforms.

...

"Name?"

"..."

"age?"

"..."

"gender?"

"..."

"Officer Megure, isn't this guy mute?" The newly transferred police officer expressed the same doubts as his predecessor in this position towards the reliable senior.

Officer Megure took a look at the other party's attire, and quickly thought of the white-haired Frilian and the red-haired Yusa Emi...Hmm...could this be the recently popular way of dressing up in the sovereign country? ?

"Try to ask in Longguo dialect. I remember it said on your resume that you majored in Longguo language in college." Officer Megure waved his hand and said directly: "Leave it to you, Nohara!"

"Yes!" The young police officer named Nohara immediately saluted, and then spoke fluent neon-style Longguo dialect: "Hello, I am Nohara, are you a tourist from the sovereign country?"

Red Bachelor:? !

"Odd changes to even."

"Symbols...see the quadrants?"

Red Bachelor:! ! !

Meeting an old friend in a foreign land, meeting a fellow villager, the red bachelor couldn't help but burst into tears. As expected of the Demon King, it should be a damn crack in the world that caused the flow of time to change. The three days in another world may have passed in this world. Three hundred years!

Look, the language of the demons has spread to this world!

It's like going home!

"I want to see the Demon King!" The red bachelor replied in fluent 'New Demon Language' to the young police officer named Nohara.

Nohara:? ? ?

Officer Mu Mu twitched his lips slightly, and skillfully called up the list of Dragon Kingdom personnel, and then found Lu Chuan's name in it: "It must be him."

"That's right, Lord Demon King! Take me to him quickly. I have very important information to report to Lord Demon King!" The red bachelor recognized Lu Chuan at a glance and excitedly grabbed the tablet held by Officer Memu. , the opening is received.

Nohara:! ! !

"As expected of Officer Megure, he is so reliable! He found the target so easily!"

"Anyway... call the police." Officer Megure sighed, something was wrong, but he really couldn't remember what was wrong.

"Win nothing, win nothing, win nothing..."

(End of chapter)

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Guys, at twelve o'clock tonight, it's finally time to put it on the shelves. At this moment, I don't have any money in my pocket.

I just shamelessly logged into QQ, which I haven’t used in five or six years, hoping to find someone to help me.

I found out that all my former classmates and friends had deleted me.

There are only six avatars left. I know the honor and disgrace when I have enough food and clothing. I can't care about that much anymore. I humbly begged 20 yuan for a meal from the only female classmate who lit up. I was also questioned whether it was me and even started a video call.

Across the way, colleagues are having a dinner.

A group of people heard that a classmate from several years ago was begging for 20 yuan. They all gathered around me and looked at me like a monkey, smiling broadly. Finally, after much hard work, they agreed to transfer 20 yuan to me after dinner.

I waited for more than 2 hours for the money to arrive, and there was a line in the note telling me not to contact her in the future. It was so embarrassing.

I replied thank you and found that I had been blocked.

Hey, I didn’t expect that the friendship of classmates for many years is only worth 20 yuan. It’s so difficult for me to be a human being.

Eating 10 yuan of hot rice, my heart felt cold and cold. This wall-mounted meal, which I had exchanged for a lifetime of dignity, felt like it was stuck in my throat, my mouth was burning, my stomach was burning, and my heart was stabbing every particle.

This is the worst meal I have ever eaten in my life.

I'm really tired, maybe this is life.

So, dads, let me make the first order of things.