A Panda's Martial Arts

Panda's dinner is takoyaki from a roadside stall.

Fortunately, there are still many roadside stalls with carts in Japan, which is a lot more convenient for the panda—after all, his appearance is not suitable for eating in the store, and the turban on his face is taken off. It's all revealed.

At this moment, he misses the original armor very much. Although it is a bit heavier, the steel mask is really convenient.

It's a pity that when Siam finally raided the research institute, that set of armor had already been blown up by dozens of RPGs from the front.

But pandas are not without other options.

Taking out the phone, the full-fledged panda found a bridge hole to lie down and started dialing.

"Hey, who is that, ah yes, the panda mask you got earlier is pretty good, send me one these few days, and then find a way to get me a boat."

"Uh..." On the other side of the phone, the face of Director Johnson, who was far away in Siam, suddenly turned dark.

Recently, Johnson's life is not bad. Although the gangs are fighting in Yongxia City, it doesn't touch his level-as for life, he is happier.

The Iron Man project was almost a complete success, and the armor on the giant elephant was taken back by him. The most important thing is that the giant elephant, who was his immediate boss, was also buried. This kind of life with a lot of technology and resources and no one to control it is like heaven.

Of course, it would be even better if he still had enough money, but it's a pity that he didn't get much of the assets involved in the Giant Elephant's legacy.

But this kind of life is already considered okay, after all, engaging in mechs is a joy in itself.

As for the safety issue... The security of the research institute was upgraded after being attacked by the panda. It was so strong that it could even be used as a nuclear shelter. Sitting in this bastard shell with layers of defenses, he felt at ease as if he had returned home.

However, the happy time is always short.

"That... we haven't gotten to know each other that well yet, have we?"

Looking at the overseas call displayed as "Panda" on the phone, Director Johnson clenched his fists.

Obviously he saw this panda go away by boat, how could this ghost come to him lingeringly?

Even opening his mouth is extortion!

"My things didn't come from the strong wind, so why..."

"How about I go back and see you? I just haven't seen you for a while."

"The things will be delivered to you in seven days."

The Johnsons were immediately numb.

Although theoretically speaking, his current research institute can be preserved even in a nuclear war, it doesn't mean that he is really willing to fight the panda again - it would be good if he couldn't get in, but What if they were beaten in?

Don't be afraid of [-], just in case. He also felt that the security of the institute was infallible, and he also felt that the strength of the giant elephant was absolutely crushed, but the facts have proved that as long as there is even a slight possibility, the probability of an accident will be infinitely close to [-]%.

It's just a headgear and arranging a boat. It's just a little effort, and there's no shame in it.

Johnson can only comfort himself in this way.

"Just be a friend."

The good mood of the day was completely reimbursed, and Johnson hung up the phone decisively.

This disappointed the pandas in Japan.

"You actually hung up on me?"

Looking at the call records on the screen, Panda felt that this kid might be a little drifting, and decided to go back to Siam to have a good conversation when he had time.

After all, he hasn't even reported his address yet.

How to go to India, Panda doesn’t have any rules here, and it’s not realistic to rely on Johnson to help find a boat in this situation. As for not looking for a boat...

Although he is now counted as a master, it is still too much to swim from the Pacific Ocean to the Indian Ocean. Although it is true that Wu can be applied to all aspects of life, it is not used in this way.

Knowing how to use tools to make life more convenient is also a part of martial arts. To practice martial arts, you must first train your brain.

But besides squatting on the boat, he still has one thing to do.

"call……"

Exhaling a foul breath, the panda climbed up to the nearby roof after a few ups and downs.

Then take advantage of the night to continue parkour.

Getting on the boat is a very fast thing, and he has to leave when the boat arrives, so before that, he has to return the money for the clothes and shoes as soon as possible——

Cannibalism is short-mouthed and soft-handed. When he robs bad boys, he can use punishing evil and promoting good to wash it off, but stealing clothes and pants is still not very good after all.Even if he could wear these things directly, he still feels a little bit guilty in his conscience.

After all, the fat house did nothing wrong, so why must it be unlucky?

Recalling the route he traveled during the day, the panda already had a rough understanding of most of the city in his mind. After identifying the direction, the panda quickly found the family whose clothes he had stolen during the day.

It was an ordinary one-family building with a small courtyard on the second floor. Perhaps because it was still early, the lights were still on when the pandas came——

It's just that when the panda touched the roof quietly, what he heard was not some warm parental gossip, but a series of Japanese words mixed with cursing.

Although pandas don't know much about Japanese, things like "Baga" do know what they mean.

The cursing voice was a sharp soprano, and it sounded like a middle-aged person. Occasionally, there were a few sobbing sounds of a young man, which made the panda feel more guilty——

Obviously, his stealing clothes during the day had some bad effects after all, at least the little fat man was scolded for no reason.

So after touching the second floor along the window, the panda simply took out all the money in his pocket.

The money should not be small, at least if it is replaced by takoyaki, it will be enough for him to eat for several days. The panda is still clear about his own food intake. The money must be enough to compensate for clothes and shoes, and there may be some left over.

The remaining ones are regarded as mental damage expenses.

Thinking of this, the panda put all the money into the books on the desk, and then quietly backed out along the window.

It's like it's never been there.

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At the same time, just as the panda was leaving, the scolding battle on the first floor finally came to an end.

"Sooner or later, you will piss your parents off!"

Perhaps because she was tired of scolding, the middle-aged woman finally stopped preaching, and waved her hand to signal her son to go upstairs quickly.

The daily preaching is over, but Shingo Shimadzu, who was scolded for no reason, feels wronged——

Obviously, it wasn't his fault that he lost the clothes to dry, and he was also very desperate when he was beaten during the day, why would he be called down to be beaten again after returning home?

Full of depression and unable to be released, Shimadzu Shingo in a bad mood simply threw all his homework aside and opened the book on the table.

Now he can only feel some happiness from these illusory things.

Chapter 220 People Who Worship Knights

Although the word Shimadzu is in the name, Shingo Shimadzu has basically nothing to do with the famous Shimadzu family in history during the Warring States period.

Of course, due to his age, Shingo Shimadzu, who just entered high school, occasionally fantasized about what it would be like to have a powerful ancestor, or whether he would be a Sengoku Warrior when he went back to the past——

But the truth is often cruel. His body, which had already weighed two hundred pounds in his teens, was strenuous even for running, so how could he be unparalleled.

It is not that he has never tried to lose weight, but those short exercises often ended in failure. The high-intensity study and life did not allow him to go on a diet, and the weight of two hundred catties was a great burden for his exercise.

At least there is no injury from training, Shimadzu Shingo can only comfort himself in this way.

Of course, not being able to go on a diet is not bad at all, at least with a full meal every day, Shingo Shimadzu can have more energy to study——

His academic performance has always been pretty good. If he works hard, even if he catches up, it is not hopeless.

However, this good grade did not bring him any benefits, but instead brought him bullying from his classmates.

Obviously, a fat man who only knows how to study and has a cowardly personality, and has no friends on weekdays, is undoubtedly the best target for bullying.

In fact, Shingo Shimadzu is not completely without friends, but it’s okay for those friends to talk about Two-dimensional beautiful girls together. When encountering such a thing, no one can help, just like during the day, a few people in the class The gangsters blocked him for money, beat and scolded him frequently, but he couldn't even fight back.

It was just a little accident. When he was beaten, those people lost their pants for no reason.

He had tried his best to hold back his laughter at the time, but in the end he still couldn't hold back, which also caused him to be beaten harder——

And those bastards have already said that they must bring the money over after three days, or they will show him a good look.

The outside world is already scary, but after returning home, I still get scolded.

This once made Shingo Shimadzu want to reopen, so he might as well reincarnate.

That's why he opened the book in front of him.

It's a commemorative book of the Kamen Rider series.

The official commemorative book for the [-]th anniversary of Heisei, he finally asked his friends to help him buy it. Few people know that he is actually a loyal fan of the Kamen Rider series, especially those from the Showa era, who only sees Two-dimensional beautiful girls. Kamen Rider is his spiritual idol. Whenever he is bullied, he will imagine what it would be like to be a Kamen Rider. He will definitely defeat those enemies cleanly.

As for the Kamen Riders in the Heisei era... those protagonists were too pretentious, which made him feel unimpressed.

But it is a pity that in reality, those who bully him are often those real people. These people are either physically strong or good-looking. Shingo Shimadzu actually doesn't understand why these people are already sitting on a good life and enjoying it. The joy of youth must come to trouble someone like him. He obviously didn't do anything and just wanted to spend the past few years as a student. Why did he have to come to him?

"And give them money..."

Thinking of the demands of those delinquent boys, Shingo Shimadzu had a headache.

He doesn't have any money at all, and his family's situation can't be considered very rich, but he can't do without the money, those bad boys have a way to punish him - it's not that he didn't want to go to the police, but it's nothing to call the police for this kind of thing use.

The Japanese police have been ineffective in dealing with this aspect, and he will be treated more cruelly afterwards.

The school is a small society, and this small society also has its own rules, private fights cannot be reported to the officials, this is one of the rules.

After being beaten, the only way is to fight back by yourself. Reporting to the officer or seeking mediation from the teacher will only show your cowardice and incompetence.

But he really has no money.

This kind of thing is not more open to the family, you know he was scolded just now, there is really nothing he can do, he can only flip through the souvenir book in front of him, look at the Kamen Riders wearing leather jackets on it, and fantasize about these heroic knights. The soldiers can bring him some strength to continue living...

"Hey?"

Looking at the papers that fell from the pages of the book, Shingo Shimadzu's eyes straightened.

Hideyo Noguchi, Ichiyo Higuchi, Soseki Natsume, and even a Fukuzawa Yukichi...God knows where all the money came from.

He clearly remembered that he didn't have the habit of putting money in books, let alone when did he have so much money?

"Kamen Rider Appeared?"

Looking at the handsome Tendo Chief Director in the commemorative book, Shingo Shimadzu suddenly felt something was wrong—Kamen Rider is not Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, it was all performed by people, so how could there be such a thing as a manifestation?

But if it wasn't a manifestation, where did he get the money?

"I... Thank you anyway!"

Putting the souvenir book back on the desk solemnly, Shingo Shimadzu bowed on the spot.