After falling into the Niangyaoquan, I became attached to the strongest

In the end, this proposal was ruthlessly rejected by Butterfly Shinobu. As for the relationship between Haruto Saotome and Gojo Satoru, it was hard not to speculate that there was something private about it.

It was originally an exchange meeting of the three schools, and the rankings are based on their own abilities. Besides, neither the Kyoto High School nor the Tokyo High School may have taken them seriously. To put it bluntly, Fujiji just went in to join in the fun, mainly because of the two high schools competition.

After all, newcomers are easy to be targeted, and similarly, newcomers are also easy to be ignored.

As for whether this kid will discuss with the other party in private, that's another matter.

"Have you rested yet? After resting, we will go to the playground to do one-on-one melee training. After the training, we can go home."

Butterfly stood up reluctantly, brushed some leaves on the sportswear from the previous training, stood on one side holding the rapier, and turned to ask the three people who were still sitting on the bench.

As the younger sister, Kuruka Luokana was naturally the first to respond. She reached out to touch the Taidao leaning against the wall, and nodded to indicate that she had enough rest.Seeing the seniors getting up, Immortal Chuan Xuanya also subconsciously stood up from his seat, looking a little cramped and nervous.

"I still have it today? Can I train again tomorrow?"

Seeing that the two sisters were going to train for another [-] rounds, Qingli was really convinced, and had to support her knees to support herself slowly, very reluctantly.

He hadn't experienced this kind of high-intensity training for a long time, except that he practiced with his uncle and others in junior high school. For a while, the mentality of being lazy and paddling gradually gained the upper hand, and he secretly tried to make an excuse to skip training.

Butterfly Ninja could tell what he was thinking at a glance: "......"

Butterfly said quietly: "My sister said that after the exchange meeting, I invite everyone to eat wagyu dishes."

Hearing this, Qingli immediately changed her words, her tone was very righteous and awe-inspiring: "Young people just want to exercise more and sweat, how can they give up lightly!"

After all, as if in order not to make himself appear too cold, he suddenly threw the topic to Immortal Chuan Xuanya: "Are you right! Xuanmi-kun?"

Immortal Chuan Xuanmi, who was inexplicably named, was stunned for a moment, although he couldn't figure it out, it was enough to respond loudly at this time.

"Yes Yes!!"

"Haha, you are really energetic, this is youth."

Butterfly Ninja: "......"

Why didn't I see that Qingli still had this ability to speak out to make people angry before, did she get infected after staying with Gojo Satoru for a long time?

Butterfly rolled her eyes vaguely, waved her hand in disgust, and beckoned her sister to go to the playground.

Since Undead Chuan Xuanya is good at long-range output, so close combat is still not ready, so during this period of time, the three seniors have been tossing a lot, practicing to the kind of physical skills that change color.

But there is nothing to do. In the past, most of the exchange meetings between the two schools were carried out in the format of team competition on the first day and individual competition on the second day. Only in rare cases would there be other forms of competition. This year is the same without accidents. The default flow of the exchange meeting between the two schools is now.

For a magician like Xuan Mi who doesn't have spells, they can only try to teach him to try to use other melee weapons, in case someone takes advantage of the loophole, and at the same time, they are also thinking about exorcising the opponent's curse in the future.

"It's so hot, I'm going to wash my face." After training, Qingli tugged at the collar of her shirt and said to leave first. Even in late summer and early autumn, exercising in the sun for a long time is still a bit difficult.

Undead Chuan Xuanya, who was too tired to move, slumped on the bench under the tree with his eyes half closed, his chest heaving violently due to excessive exercise. He listened to his senior and wanted to go to the sink to wash his face, but because he was too tired, he could only Can sit in place and catch your breath.

After a short while, the sound of footsteps came from far to near, followed by a familiar yet unfamiliar voice, which made Undead Chuan Xuanmi tremble.

"Ninja-senpai, do you know where there is hot water in the school?"

Immortal Chuan Xuanya's eyes widened in astonishment, and he quickly looked at the source of the speech. The purple-haired girl who had only met once at the school festival unexpectedly appeared here at some point.

Wait, something seems wrong.

Carefully observe the other party's clothes, isn't this the clothes of Saotome-senpai just now?Why would it be worn on her body? ?

Immortal Chuan Genmi suddenly realized a very serious problem.

Butterfly Ren, who didn't know the junior's three views over there, frowned slightly after seeing Qingli's appearance: "Why don't you pay attention every time, where can I find hot water for you in school? Just go back like this, the training is over anyway."

Qingli pondered for a while and thought that what she said was right. From the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of Immortal Chuan Xuanya staring at her as if petrified, and she suddenly realized after a pause of two seconds.The elementary school boy didn't know his physique, so it's no wonder he was so surprised. Remembering what he did to this person at the school festival, Qingli smiled awkwardly and politely at him.

"Xuan Mi-jun, this should be the second time you have seen my image, right?"

"You, you are... Saotome-senpai?!"

"Yeah, how's it going, doesn't it look good?"

As he spoke, he even made a concave shape, and briefly explained his physical problems, which made Xuan Mi's eyes become more and more unbelievable.

"You, you, I..."

After being admitted by the person involved, Immortal Chuan Xuanya pointed at the girl opposite, stumbling and stuttering, unable to speak a complete sentence.

There was a burst of despair in his heart for no reason.

After being hanged and beaten by two beautiful seniors, Immortal Chuan Xuanya's boy heart was broken again.

After listening to their conversation, and looking at the junior squatting in the corner exuding low pressure, Die Die could not agree with it.

"What did you do to him? I told you not to bully my junior."

"But teasing Xuan Mi-kun is really interesting."

Butterfly could bear to think that you could just do it, so he said indifferently: "It won't be interesting until Mr. Bushichuan punishes you to write ten math papers."

Haruhi: "..."

After imagining the scene, Haruto couldn't help shivering, and immediately put away all unscrupulous thoughts.

The sun is just right, the breeze is not dry.

Having finished the extermination mission, Haruto asked the assistant supervisor to leave first, while she wandered around the nearby streets.

"I'm in Chinatown at the north exit of Ikebukuro. I just passed by after finishing the mission. Uh, uh... huh? Do you want to come?"

Holding a bunch of candied haws in his hand, Qingli was standing in front of a stall decorated with red lanterns. He listened to the voice on the other end of the phone, and fell silent for a while before speaking again.

"Alright, come here, I'll wait for you at the intersection here."

After the call ended, he closed his phone and smiled apologetically at the proprietress of the shop.

"Excuse me, please give me another bunch of strawberries, thank you."

.........

"I've been waiting for a long time. There's a bit of a traffic jam on the road. If I knew it earlier, I would have flown here directly with No Lower Limit."

It was already 10 minutes later when Gojo Satoru arrived, and this was the result of coming over by car, the assistant supervisor was urged to go on a rampage all the way and almost violated the traffic rules.

"You don't have to be afraid of being seen when you use unlimited in broad daylight." Qingli handed him the candied haws she bought in advance, "Here's this for you, how about you try it?"

"No one looked up at the sky... What is this? New apple candy?"

Gojo Satoru reached out to take it, and observed through the brown paper bag several strawberries strung together with long sticks, and wrapped with a layer of translucent rice paper on the outside. Those apple candies sold on the Internet are somewhat similar.

Qingli smiled: "Haven't you tried it? Is this a Chinese dessert, or it can also be said to be a special snack? I ate it a few times when I lived there. The Chinese food here in Ikebukuro is quite authentic."

Except it's messed up.

I remembered that the proprietress had chatted with him just now and said that there would be autobike gangs racing around here at night, and there would be weird people with yellow hair destroying vending machines and road signs for no reason on weekdays, which was extremely appalling.

After all, it is true, if there is no chaos, there will not be so many curses in Tokyo.

Speaking of Chinese cuisine, Wujo Wujo became interested: "Chinese cuisine? Oh, I know! Green pepper shredded pork, sweet and sour pork, Tianjin rice!"

"...Leaving aside the first two, there is actually no Tianjin rice in authentic Chinese cuisine."

This is also the truth that Qingli only knew when he went abroad to practice. There was no such dish called Tianjin rice, so there was a big oolong when ordering food in the restaurant. The foreign country and the language barrier can solve the problem by personally ordering meals for them.

Hearing this, Gojo Satoru was inconceivable: "Tianjin rice is not a Chinese food?! I really like that sweet and sour dish like omelet rice... Well, this strawberry is delicious."

One second, he was still shocked that his inherent common sense had been broken, and the next second, after taking a bite of the strawberry on top, he instantly forgot about it.

Swallowing the sugar-coated pulp in his mouth, Wujo Wu noticed that the one in the hands of the people around him was different from his own, so he asked very confidently: "Speaking of which, yours is not a strawberry, let me taste it."

Qingli raised her eyebrows, and gave him a meaningful look: "This is hawthorn, it tastes a little sour, are you sure you want to eat it?"

"Hawthorn? This is almost uncommon in Japan. I want to eat it."

"OK then."

Qingli compromised and stretched out half of the candied haws in front of him. The latter lowered his head slightly and took his hand to bite off a hawthorn, then quickly rolled it into his mouth, the syrup melted in his mouth, followed by the hawthorn itself The sour taste constantly stimulates the taste buds.

"It's so sour." Gojo Satoru's face was slightly distorted, but he still managed not to spit it out on the spot, and he took a long time to straighten out his expression.

Qingli, who had guessed this reaction long ago, was not surprised at all, he calmly withdrew his hand: "I knew you would be like this, so I bought you strawberries instead of hawthorns, and your tongue that can only eat sweet It's too exaggerated."

"It's just very sour. It's obviously because your sense of taste is broken."

"Well, my sense of taste is broken."

Already accustomed to his behavior of pushing the pot, Qingli told Wujo Wujo that she would not lose a piece of meat anyway.

Just as they were discussing where to go to Ikebukuro next, a somewhat uncertain voice sounded from the side, interrupting their conversation.

"Is it... Saotome-kun?"

Hearing someone calling her, Haruto turned her head, and a slightly familiar long-haired girl appeared in her vision, and beside her was a short kid wearing glasses.

Faced with this strange match, Qingli showed a puzzled expression at the right time, and then fell into deep thought, and it took a lot of effort to find out the identity of the girl in front of her from memory.

Qingli blinked, hesitating to test.

"Are you... Maori classmate?"