My Tokyo Love Game Has Big Problems

Chapter 105 Do you think I look like a genius?

"Senior, please."

Arriving downstairs in the club activity building, Mitsuru Tamashiro wanted to ask a passing senior where the kendo club was.

As a result, the other party turned around and saw a somewhat familiar face.

"Ah? It turns out it's the young boy who has a master. What's wrong? Do you have anything to do with your sister?"

Tamaki Hikaru looked around and confirmed again and again, and finally found out who the person in front of him was from his memory fragments.

Isn't this the pure love from the photography department when he first came here?

I almost didn’t recognize him when I put on my clothes. It was such a close call.

The senior sister in front of her glanced at Tamaki Hikari and the three girls beside him, showing a playful expression.

"This is too fast, isn't it, junior? How many days has school started?"

Tamaki Hikaru coughed twice in embarrassment.

"Senior, you misunderstood, these are just my classmates and friends."

"Oh, my friend."

I don’t know whether he believed it or not, but in any case, Tamaki Hikaru dropped the topic for now.

"Senior, I just want to ask for directions. Where does the Kendo Club go?"

"Classroom 1014 on the first floor, you're welcome."

The senior sister pointed out the location to Tamaki Hikaru with a smile. Tamaki Hikaru thanked him and continued walking towards the club building.

As they passed each other, the senior seemed to whisper to Tamaki Hikari.

"Little brother, sister, I hate everyone who doesn't engage in pure love."

The voice was a little low and a little chilly, like the ice and snow that had not yet melted in early spring.

Tamaki Hikari shuddered, his back subconsciously straightened a bit, and he was just about to turn around and say something.

"Senior! We are ready! Are we leaving now?!"

A group of freshmen who had just joined the photography department came down the stairs and surrounded the senior sister like a swarm of bees surrounding a flower.

The flowers surrounded by worker bees looked away from Tamaki Hikaru, and Tamaki Hikaru also swallowed the words.

This senior sister really misunderstood him. He is a single guy who can't have pure love even if he wants to.

Only Aitaniti, who was at the back, turned around while pushing Tamako Hosokawa into the club activity building.

But her eyes did not fall on the crowd, but on the shadows on the ground.

The shadows of the crowd fell on the ground and mixed together. After Aitaniti took a few more glances, she withdrew her gaze.

The size of the club activity building is larger than the average teaching building.

Even some sports clubs do not need to go to the playground or gymnasium. There are sufficient venues directly in the club activity building.

However, sports clubs like kendo clubs are usually located on the first and second floors to avoid making too much noise.

Before entering, outside the house, Tamaki Hikaru and the others heard a strong male voice coming from the kendo club.

"Harder! Harder!"

"It won't work like this! Get hard!"

Coordinated with this sound is the sound of the bamboo sword swinging, which is a bit messy.

Is the Kendo Club actually practicing Kendo seriously? !

I was touched. As expected, these clubs are actually doing serious business, and they are not practicing in the name of kendo.

The emotion in his heart ended with the opening of the club's sliding door. Tamaki Hikari choked up instantly when he looked at the scene in front of him.

A group of freshmen holding bamboo knives and wearing training uniforms formed a circle. In the middle was a muscular man with his limbs clasped in a circle, protecting his head.

There were many inexplicable white marks on his body, and he was still shouting.

"Why did you stop? Are you tired now? Men can't say no!"

Upon closer inspection, the figure and voice of this strong man seemed slightly familiar.

"Yo! Aibo! Why are you here too?"

The familiar figure waved to Tamaki Hikari, but Tamaki Hikaru really didn't want to admit that he knew the other person.

Oki Masajun, the gorilla, was now wearing a particularly close-fitting vest and shorts, and his muscles seemed to be much more swollen than before.

With a warm smile on his face, he rushed towards Tamaki Hikari.

"Wait a moment!"

Tamaki Hikaru stopped the gorilla from running towards him with both hands.

"You must have just trained, right? I hate being hugged by gorillas, and they are sweaty gorillas."

"Aibo, what you said is too hurtful. I haven't started training yet. Besides, I'm not a gorilla."

Oki Masajun stopped in front of Tamaki Hikaru, but it was not because of Tamashiro Hikaru's words, but because of the figures on the left and right around Tamashiro Hikari.

Aitaniti and Yachiyo Yayoi formed a united front with their hands and blocked Tamaki Hikaru.

"Yes, the only difference between you and a gorilla is that you can wear clothes. Other than that, there is no difference."

Tamaki Hikaru said very viciously.

"Besides, aren't you from the Physical Transformation Department? Why did you suddenly come to the Kendo Club, as well as Maruyama-senpai?"

The senior who had just been lying on the ground also stood up. He was wearing the same vest and shorts as Oki Masajun, and he had explosive muscles.

That face was naturally that of Senior Maruyama whom he had met several times.

"Everyone, let's take a rest first."

On the other side of the dojo, a senior with a high ponytail and standard kendo attire clapped her hands, making the freshmen who were practicing just now breathe a sigh of relief.

"An acquaintance of yours? Can you introduce me?"

The senior student walked toward them. Her eyebrows were a little thick, making her look serious and serious.

"We are all friends. Freshman, Hikaru Tamaki. Where is this senior?"

"President of the Kendo Club, third-year student, Kamiizumi Ono."

After a few people got to know each other, except for Yachiyo Yayoi who was unwilling to speak, even Hosokawa Tamako was led by Aitaniti to introduce herself.

"Shouldn't this be the Kendo Club? Why are you, Maruyama-senpai, here, too?"

The scene just now was like beating rice cakes. It's hard not to suspect that they have some special hobby.

Or is there a conflict between the two departments? You can't fight in private, so you can only shout with words?

"Ahem, you misunderstood. That is a cooperation between us and the Meat Modification Department."

Kamiizumi Ono coughed twice and explained the scene just now.

"Because the biggest charm of kendo for beginners is to hit people, and you who are meat reformers also need physical training."

"So this kind of cooperation has emerged between our two departments, which is mutually beneficial and win-win."

It sounds a bit far-fetched, does exercise mean being beaten?

Tamaki turned his head and looked at Oki Masajun. This gorilla can't lie. He doesn't have that kind of brain.

"Only a body that has been tempered many times can be called perfect and strong. This is what the seniors told me."

This no longer looks like making rice cakes, this is clearly making rice cakes.

"Do you want to join the Kendo Club?"

"No, I just want to learn about kendo and take a look at the kendo club's daily club activities."

After Tamaki Hikaru said this, he suddenly realized that something was wrong with the way Kamizumi Ono in front of him looked at him. “What’s wrong, senior?”

"I asked you why you look familiar. It turns out that you are the new spy recruited by the president."

Kamiizumi Ono's eyes were complicated, and they had already known about the fact that the student union had an extra secretary.

Even what the secretary does, the president told them in advance and asked them to cooperate with the work of the student union secretary.

The scene in the kendo club just now was slightly spiced up and handed over to the president.

The funds for their kendo club and meat modification department may have to be cut again.

Tamaki Hikaru immediately understood what the senior was thinking and quickly explained.

"No, senior sister, it's not what you think, me and that damn paparazzi"

"No need to explain, I understand. In the past, it was not enough to monitor in secret. Now, do you have to arrange for someone to come overtly?"

"No, I'm not on the same page as that damn paparazzi."

"I understand, I understand, but don't think you can use these things to blackmail me. I tell you it's impossible."

Kamizumi Ono, who had a straight face, was talking to himself and didn't hear what Tamaki Hikari said at all. It wasn't until he was woken up by a blast that he finally explained clearly.

Are these the seniors of the club? Why do you always feel a little strange?

Tamako Hosokawa, who was hiding behind Aitaniti and watching all this timidly, thought silently.

"So, I'm not here to be a spy and then file a complaint. I'm just going to write down what I see and hear truthfully."

After a lot of effort, he finally explained his position clearly, which also allowed the senior to put aside the strange prejudices of paparazzi and royal guards.

"I'm very sorry, I misunderstood you just now."

Kamiizumi Ono was sitting on the ground, apologizing to Tamaki Hikaru.

On the other side, the members of the Kendo Club started a new training, but this time the person who was the sandbag became Oki Masajun.

"That's right, you need to beat it evenly. Every inch of muscle needs thousands of times to become a truly perfect body."

"Merely pursuing physical beauty and visual beauty is not enough. A truly beautiful body must be perfect from the inside out."

Senior Maruyama stood nearby, directing these freshmen like a chef.

The heat here is too high, and there is not enough heat there, so you have to add a little more. It's like frying Oki Masaki as if it were a pot of vegetables.

It’s just that the ingredients seem to be still alive and howling.

"Junior, are you interested in kendo?"

After apologizing, Kamizumi Ono took the initiative to ask in order to express his apology.

“If there’s anything wrong or there’s anything I can do, please do ask.”

"Well, if you put it that way, I do have a question for my senior."

Tamaki Hikaru nodded and looked at Kamiizumi Ono's face solemnly.

Kamiizumi Ono held his breath and listened with the same solemn expression.

"Senior, do you think I am the only swordsman genius in the world?"

???

Kamiizumi Ono's serious face froze for an instant, then began to change with a very awkward expression, and then his brows widened.

"I understand, junior, you are joking with me and want to lighten the atmosphere, right?"

"No, I'm serious. Senior, do you think I will be a swordsman genius?"

Tamaki Hikaru's expression remained unchanged and he still asked seriously.

Kamiizumi Ono looked at Tamaki Hikari carefully.

The body that lacks exercise may be said to be fragile, but it is definitely quite weak.

Tamashiro Hikari's lazy temperament can be seen from various details, and there is a high probability that he cannot rely on his concentration and willpower.

Apart from the marks left by housework, there are no signs of long-term exercise on the fingers.

No matter how you look at it, this has nothing to do with peerless genius.

But Kamiizumi Ono said it more tactfully.

"You can't tell whether a genius is a genius or not, and I don't think I'm qualified to judge."

In her opinion, if this junior fellow student was not joking, he would be a middle-aged child.

This situation is normal. Basically, 80% of all people who want to join the Kendo Club will have this kind of faint fantasy.

He thinks that he actually has talents that have never been discovered before, and he is a horse that has not been favored by Bole.

Once trained or used, it will immediately sparkle like a luminous pearl that has been lifted from the cloth, stunning everyone.

Among the many interest clubs, kendo is often the most popular among these people.

Everyone has fantasized about being the best in the world with unparalleled swordsmanship.

Even Kamiizumi Ono is no exception, but fantasy is just fantasy after all.

"Then, senior, would you like to take a test to see if I really have it?"

Tamaki Hikaru said insistently, and even Aitaniti poked him curiously.

"So you are this kind of Tamaki-kun, but it doesn't matter. You are full of childlike fantasy and very cute."

Tamaki Hikaru slapped her hand away angrily.

"What is fantasy, what if? Do you know what what if? I will give it a try."

Well, Tamaki Hikaru admits that he has a little bit of Chuuni soul, and he has a system, so why is it impossible that he is actually a swordsman genius?

"Be careful, you may slip down to your waist or be slapped down, causing embarrassment."

Yachiyo Yayoi covered her mouth and said a little funny.

"Shut up, old woman, don't curse me."

Tamaki Hikaru stood up cursing, why couldn't he say something nice when everyone was attacking his self-confidence?

Doesn't anyone believe that he really has this kind of talent or potential?

Seeing his insistence, Kamiizumi Ono didn't hesitate, stood up, and found a set of protective gear for Tamaki Hikari.

"Can't I not wear it? I'm just trying it on."

Surrounding Tamaki Hikari, Aitaniti and Yachiyo Yayoi were helping him put on protective gear.

It was originally Kamizumi Ono who made it, but Aitaniti and Yachiyo Yayoi took it from her hands and helped Tamaki Hikaru put it on.

"That's not okay. Even if it's a bamboo knife, it'll be very painful if it hits you. You don't want to be like that guy, right?"

Aitaniti licked her lips in the direction of Oki Masajun. The muscular gorilla's skin turned red, and he looked as if he had gone berserk.

But he was still very energetic, and the more he was beaten, the more energetic he became.

"Ok."

Tamaki Hikaru reluctantly accepted this proposal, partly because the protective gear was a bit old.

The more important aspect is that after wearing it, the gap between myself and the dashing swordsman in my imagination is even greater.

The fire of enthusiasm in Tamaki Hikaru's heart has been extinguished by 20%.

(End of this chapter)