Konoha's Thunder Flash Qingyu

The breeze was rippling, and the sparse branches and leaves outside the window were swaying slightly. The dead leaves were swirling and falling lightly on the training ground. The lazy setting sun in the afternoon broke through the window sill, leaving long and narrow traces of warmth on the desks and chairs in the classroom. .

Qingyu glanced outside, drooped his eyelids, and yawned. He was a little sleepy. He shook his head, and then leaned back, barely waking up.

He turned back and looked at the teacher Liang Takagi who was lecturing passionately on the podium, his mood waning. With the support of knowledge from his previous life, it is not difficult for him to understand the knowledge of the Ninja School. Not to mention that he has borrowed more than a dozen books from the library in the past week since school started, and the content of his self-study has already been Go beyond what is taught in class.

The books Aoba borrows are not limited to ninjutsu-related content, but include books on history, mathematics, physics, art of war, formations, and an introduction to blood succession limits. These books were not all for self-study, but mostly for disguise for future performance.

Because he has an adult's thinking and extensive knowledge, most of the time, even if he deliberately acts as a child in order not to expose his secrets, he still cannot change the sometimes subconscious ways and words of adults. Therefore, this It can be considered as a precautionary measure.

Although it may be a bit unfounded, if it is noticed by someone in the future, this kind of advance preparation can have a preventive effect. Although it sounds surprising for a five-year-old child to borrow books for self-study, it is still within the understandable range compared to knowing something from birth. He does not want to be caught for torture or dissection.

"What a boring and pleasant time!" Qingyu whispered to himself. When he couldn't practice in class, he would practice the seals under the table, but now his hands and fingers were so sore that he could no longer do it for the time being, so he returned to Time to do nothing.

Qingyu lay on the table and looked around at the students around him, finding that not many of them were paying attention. Lin was listening very seriously. Obito had already slept in class for a long time. Kakashi looked like a good student, but he had a dull face, so he didn't know if he was really listening. As for the others, Kurenai, Asuma, Ebisu and others are also making small moves.

"No wonder the written test scores of the Chuunin Exam are never very good. They are a bunch of scumbags." Aoba muttered. Ninjas value practice more, so most people's theoretical scores are not very good. Just like I saw Naruto and others taking the Chunin Exam in the previous life, among the twelve strong ones, only Haruno Sakura is the academic master. The others, even the so-called genius Sasuke, can't even solve a single question, and they can't study proper theory. Scum.

Ding! ! !

The school bell rang, and the sharp sound drove away Qingyu's sleepiness. He slowly stood up and packed his schoolbag.

"Kakashi, let me treat you to a meal!" Qingyu called to the facially paralyzed man who walked out of his seat. He had stolen so many moves and skills from this man, and Aoyu himself was not too embarrassed, so he planned to treat him to a meal today to see what happened. Is there anything else, such as some exquisite ninjutsu, that I can learn from?

"Huh?" Kakashi was a little confused. Every time Qingyu stopped him after school, his only purpose was to fight. If he invited him to dinner today, there wouldn't be any conspiracy, right?

"Don't worry, I just want to treat you to a meal and keep in touch with this cherished friendship of the same period." Qingyu smiled, with a 'sincere and sincere' expression on his face.

"Well, my father is on a mission these days, which just saves me having to do it myself." Kakashi said.

"Hey, Qingyu, do you want to treat Kakashi to dinner? How about letting me have a meal too?" Lin walked over from the side and said jokingly. Qingyu often plays with them, so everyone is very familiar with him.

"Okay! Let's go together then." Qingyu said cheerfully.

"Lin, are you going too? Then Qingyu, please take me with you!" Obito heard Lin's words and immediately came over excitedly.

"Okay, okay, everyone is together." Qingyu smiled helplessly.

The four of them walked out of the school gate, and the setting sun at dusk shone behind them, dragging long shadows.

"Kai, your father is just a useless genin, a genin for life, hahaha."

"Hahaha, yes, your dad just has no future."

"You, you are useless! Ah!"

Qingyu and others turned a corner and heard a few arrogant and laughing voices. Then they saw a little boy with a melon-skinned head in green tights surrounded by several people. Then he turned to one of them with yellow hair and anger. Punch away.

"Ah!" The yellow-haired boy was punched in the nose. He screamed in pain, then covered his nose with one hand and said fiercely: "Fuck, beat him."

The three of them took action together, punching and kicking the little boy in green.

"Ah! It's Kai." Lin exclaimed.

Whoosh!

Qing Yu's figure moved, and he rushed out in front of the three people like a sharp arrow. With an expressionless face, he punched the yellow-haired boy directly in the nose, then kicked sideways, kicking the brown-clothed boy on the left away. At the same time, he took advantage of the situation and hit the chest of the boy with triangular eyes on the right with his right shoulder, knocking him to the ground.

"Get out!" Qingyu stood up easily and shouted coldly at the three of them.

"You, just wait for me." The yellow-haired boy covered his bloody nose, said a cruel word to Qingyu with an inner look, and then fled in embarrassment with his two younger brothers.

"Qingyu, thank you." Kai whimpered with tears streaming down his face, his cheeks red and swollen.

"You're welcome, but you have to practice your physical skills. Maybe next time you can beat them away." Qingyu raised his eyebrows and encouraged with a smile.

"Yes, yes, but my father is only a genin, and my ninjutsu is not good, so I'm afraid it won't work."

"Kai, you have to believe in yourself. If you don't believe in yourself, there is no value in your efforts. When others say you can't do it, you have to believe in yourself." Qingyu plagiarized Dai's famous saying without blushing, and then added Added, "Perhaps you should get to know your father more deeply."

Kai looked at Qingyu blankly, not knowing how to respond.

"Okay, bye!" Qingyu waved, turned around, joined Kakashi and others, and left together.

Qingyu didn't know if saying these words to Kai in advance would inspire his confidence, but he thought that Dai would say it to Kai again in the future, and the result should be the same!

This time I took action purely because I couldn't stand it, but it would be nice if I could form a good relationship with him. Although Qingyu was not that enthusiastic about the Eight Gate Dunjia worn by Matt, if he could learn it, it would be the icing on the cake.

Eight Gate Dunjia, this is something that almost only pure taijutsu ninjas like Kai can exert their power by constantly tempering their bodies day and night.

Ninjas who are not specialized in Taijutsu may only be able to open the first few doors, but this effect is not as good as practicing Ninjutsu that suits them. Judging from Kai's use of the eight gates in the original work, opening six gates can reach the level of the top jounin. Seven gates are equivalent to the combat power of the first level of the shadow, and the eight gates are the super shadows.

However, Qingyu does not have that much energy to specialize in practicing physical skills to achieve the conditions for opening more than six doors, and to open more than six orifices. After the time limit has passed, everyone will be in a state of powerlessness. This situation is very dangerous.

Ninjutsu pays attention to mutual restraint, and any ninjutsu has its weaknesses, so the comprehensive development of ninjutsu, body, and illusion and complementing each other is what Qingyu pursues.

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The autumn night came earlier. After Qingyu prepared all the meals, the moonlight was already shining in front of the house.

"Okay, done." Qingyu said with high spirits as he took the last two plates.

There are four dishes and one soup on the table, all of Qingyu's masterpieces.

The slices of crystal white meat cut into moderately thick slices, paired with red oil and garlic paste dotted with fresh green onions and dipped in water, are exactly what Qing Yu prefers from Lizhuang's white meat. The tomato beef brisket stewed with tomatoes, carrots and fat and lean beef brisket is extremely fragrant. An assorted platter of three kinds of vegetables stir-fried, colorful, and finally a brown sugar rice cake dumpling. The soft rice cake is wrapped in brown sugar and steamed. It is paired with a bowl of shrimp and seaweed soup, which leaves a fragrant aroma on the teeth and cheeks.

"Wow! Qingyu's cooking skills are so good!" Lin exclaimed as she looked at the table of dishes.

"You are so good at cooking, but you only invited us to dinner today. How stingy." Obito cursed angrily while drooling.

"Awesome." Kakashi also stared at the dishes and uttered a word of praise.

"Hey, let's get started!" Qingyu said with a slight smile.

"Wow! Qingyu, this white meat is so delicious dipped in this spicy oil. What kind of dish is this?" Obito asked as he ate with a mouth full of oil.

"Oh, this, this is called Lizhuang White Pork. There is an allusion to this. Legend has it that there was a pair of brothers who once pooled their money to eat Lizhuang White Pork when they were struggling. They missed this dish very much. Later, the two brothers became rich. , turned against each other, so this dish has the meaning of irony that brothers who share weal and woe cannot share wealth and honor but part ways. At the same time, it also symbolizes that people should not forget their original intention, which is really sad!"

"Oh, oh, are you self-taught in cooking?" Lin asked immediately.

"That's right! Look at that cookbook. I made these based on the recipe, and I innovated some of them myself." Qingyu pointed at the cookbook that he bought just for show.

"You are amazing."

"General, general."

"Fuck, Kakashi, don't fight with me."

On a moonlit night with clear wind, the wind chimes outside the house are ringing softly, which is peaceful and timeless...