The Best Swordsman in My Hero Academia

Chapter 22 Relaxation in Trials (for collection)

“I just said, why the battle is getting more and more stalemate, there are actually two half-way slips.”

The group was agitated, and there was not much to say. Seven or eight big guys surrounded the two big guys who ridiculed each other, all rubbing their fists.(Read more @ wuxiax.com)

At the same time, Qianhao was holding a soft sword and staggered towards the villa. Apart from fighting, he didn’t like to deal with crowded occasions. And at this moment, the ‘super cure’ is estimated to have been applied to the limit, the smell of alcohol permeating his body is almost suffocating. He feels his head is sinking like a mountain. If he doesn’t take a bath again, he will probably get down straight.

Suddenly, Qianhao shook his head and raised the sword in his hand. The silver-white soft sword was bent more than a hundred degrees, and with a ‘swish’, it curled into a blind spot like a whip.

“It’s me!” With a hint of panic, a familiar female voice suddenly exclaimed.

Looking at the silver-white sword tip that stopped at the center of the eyebrows for an instant, Yaoyorozu Momo took a deep breath, cast a blank glance at the confused Qianhao, and then shook his head violently, fading the feeling in his heart. Panicked, two small steps came to Qianhao and helped Qianhao towards the villa.

“Who did my dad ask for? The start is so heavy.” Looking at Qianhao’s almost tattered as if he was not wearing it, and under his bare skin, one after another callused scars appeared, Yaoyorozu Momo frowned and complained.

In the middle of the night, Qianhao opened his eyes in a daze, but a uniform breathing suddenly caught her attention.

For a moment, looking at Yaoyorozu lying on his stomach in the bed, Qianhao was slightly stunned. His long black hair was draped like a waterfall, and his side face under the moonlight was even more white and translucent.

“It’s so beautiful!” Qianhao praised from the bottom of his heart.

After another glance, Qianhao almost understood the pajamas he put on and the quilt covering him.

Qianhao crawled out of the quilt and came to Yaoyorozu Momo cautiously. He gently picked up her body. It was strange, but her well-developed body was unexpectedly light, and there was a faint fragrance. Enter Qianhao’s nose.

Qianhao suppressed the restlessness in his heart, put Yaoyorozu Momo on the bed, then covered the quilt, came to the window sill, took a look, one by one, the big guys lying upside down in the garden, showed a smile. The curtains were slowly closed.

It was only in the middle of the night, a ghostly figure shuttled through the street. Before long, looking at a familiar house, Qianhao’s mouth raised slightly. He was unexpectedly sober when he woke up in the middle of the night, and he endured the temptation of Yaoyorozu Momo with great interest. Gao, sneaking over from the cellar.

This is Luteng Fangxin’s home. If Qianhao remembers correctly, Luteng Fangxin’s boudoir is on the second floor by the window.

With his right hand slightly supported on the wall, Qianhao’s entire body was swung onto the second floor of the private house.

Looking at the seam left in front of the window, Qianhao couldn’t help but feel grateful.

He tiptoed and turned inside, looking at the green-haired girl lying quietly on the bed he didn’t want, Qianhao smiled.

When he came to the bed, Qianhao lay down very consciously. Qianhao manipulated his body very delicately, with only a subtle voice.

However, Qianhao still underestimated the sensitivity of the girl, especially the girl who was ‘injured’, and looked at the pair of slightly opened and panicked eyes, Qianhao took his finger to his mouth.

“Shhh, don’t talk, sleep quietly.”

Without a word for a night, Qianhao and the green-haired girl lay quietly on the bed. If Qianhao’s unquiet right hand, the green-haired girl’s frowning brow and the humming noises from time to time were ignored, then this One night was indeed a beautiful and peaceful night.