If I don't have money to go to college, I can only go to slay the dragon.

City Children's Palace, Musashi Kendo Training Center.

In the middle of the arena, two people wearing kendo protective gear and holding bamboo swords faced each other.

The tips of the two bamboo swords are staggered, and the bamboo sword on the left trembles slightly. It is not because of the cowardice of the sword holder, but because it is a test, and it is also to hide the attack that one may launch in the next second. It is different from Taekwondo, Sanda, interception The broken steps of boxing have the same effect.

But the person with the sword on the right didn't move, in every sense of the word. The bamboo sword in his hand was very steady, and his breath was long, and he only moved his feet a few feet away to adjust the best position for attacking and counterattacking.

The arena was very quiet, and countless pairs of eyes were fixed on the duel in the arena. Kendo competition was not a fight-like back-and-forth, and the outcome was often settled in an instant like the sound of spring thunder. If it was in the era when the rogues were in power, when the thunder settled, there would not be applause, but the silent red rain that moistened everything.

The arena was silent for a full two minutes, and the two sword-holders did not move, they just kept moving, advancing, retreating, and no one swung the first sword.

In the third minute, the person on the left who had been probing finally couldn't bear it anymore. There was a loud roar from under the mask of the protective gear, and the roar shook the venue—but he still didn't draw his sword.

The person on the right was not disturbed by the sudden Qi He, and did not move, not even shaking the bamboo sword in his hand.

At 3 minutes and 20 seconds, the person on the left finally launched an attack. Without any warning, the bamboo sword was raised high, and a downward chop that had been practiced tens of thousands of times on weekdays followed.

The sword-bearer on the right drew his sword the moment his opponent raised his arm, and the bamboo sword was raised and slammed into the attack falling towards him. Taking advantage of the fact that the opponent hadn't sorted out his movements, he made a clean chop.

Hit the face.

A duel that lasted for three minutes ended in less than three seconds.

There was thunderous applause outside the stadium, as well as the cheers of children.

This is the largest children's palace in the city, and of course there will be many children.

So the duel that is happening now is not a duel of sword masters that is widely expected in the world, but an exhibition match in the kendo training class of the Children's Palace. Thus, a new season of spring enrollment for the children's palace kendo class will begin.

"If it wasn't for my face being stunned, I would have thought I was dreaming just now." The one on the left side of the field took off the mask to reveal the face of a middle-aged man, about forty years old. With emotion and incredible.

The one on the right who won the duel just now also took off his mask, but below him was a young boy who was too young to look good, with black hair and black pupils, his face was full of silence, and he had no joy of winning at all. He and the middle-aged The man returned the salute and got up again and said: "Fist is afraid of young people, and the way of swordsmanship is the same."

"What you need is reaction and speed, but you have to change your habit of not probing and only playing second hand. It's a disadvantage if you don't attack first." The middle-aged man held the mask on his right waist and looked at him in amazement. A boy who is only sixteen or seventeen years old: "If I hadn't laid your foundation, I would really have thought that you started learning swords in the womb. The sudden combination of that kind of situation wouldn't make your steps mess up."

In kendo, qihe refers to a middle-aged man's sudden yell in the confrontation just now, which has the effect of refreshing and intimidating. Nowadays, more people call that thing a "battle roar". If the enemy exposes its opening, you can grab the gap and crush it in one go.

"Coach, you think too much." The boy finally showed a helpless smile on his face: "I really just reacted quickly. When you were qihe just now, the fingers holding the sword didn't show any signs of exertion. How could I be hit? trick."

"You still know how to call me a coach." The middle-aged man glanced at the excited children on the sidelines and the parents who were fumbling for their pockets and sighed: "At any rate, I passed the sixth-dan exam last year. In the end, I lost to you, and I still have to lose face."

"Students don't have to be inferior to teachers." The boy shook his head: "Besides, I was taught by you. Doesn't this mean that the coach's educating skills are far better than your own skills?"

"It makes sense." The middle-aged man was thoughtful, but after a few seconds, he reacted and immediately said: "You have only beaten me a few times, and you dare to say that you surpass me. Did you take the exam?" ! Has the gait and posture been practiced to a standard?"

"Okay, okay." The boy wisely chose to avoid the topic: "But why didn't you invite senior brother Chu Zihang, coach, and invite me to come back for this exhibition game?"

"Didn't he take the college entrance examination this year?" The coach shook his head and said, "And I don't know him very well. If it weren't for your reason, that kid would never have contact with me at all. After all, he didn't come to study after graduating from elementary school. Yes, just come back to perform once in a while as an honorary graduate. Besides, what do I ask him to do? Is it not easy to use a ready-made coolie like you?"

"Isn't he going to take the college entrance examination?" The boy sighed and said, "And I think Chu Zihang is more handsome than me, and he can be more appealing in the exhibition competition, which can balance the yin and yang of your kendo gym."

"Nonsense, you are also very handsome, not inferior to him. But speaking of it, do you have any plans to study in some universities in the future?" The coach smiled, showing his white teeth, and took the boy with his left hand, facing the parents and students on the sidelines Kacha Kacha took several photos, and there was actually a beautiful blonde foreign girl in the crowd who took a camera and snapped at the two of them.

"Soon." The boy in front of the camera also smiled, and immediately put away his smirk after taking the photo and said calmly, "Whatever, leave to fate."

"How can you resign yourself to fate?" The coach patted the boy on the shoulder: "You still need to read books, broaden your horizons, and you are born with quick reactions and strong body coordination. If you want to develop in kendo in the future, I can Let me introduce you, your coach, I am at least a sixth-dan."

"Sixth Duan at the age of forty-three." The boy stabbed the knife openly: "When are you going to take the Seventh Duan exam?"

"Five years later, the rules are there, but it's a pity that the rules are too rigid, otherwise, I guess with your ability, it shouldn't be a problem to practice more and become a sword master before the age of thirty." The coach rubbed hard The boy's hair laughed.

"Don't flatter me, after all, kendo is just a hobby now." Faced with the coach's optimism, the boy obviously lacked interest.

"Take advantage of your youth, and have a relationship in high school to gain experience, so that you won't be blind when you go to college." The coach said with emotion: "I heard that there are many luxury cars at the gate of Shilan High School on rainy days, just like a car show. , everyone in the school is gone, hurry up and kill one or two of them, and your college tuition will be settled."

"What kind of bullshit is this? I didn't see that coach, you are still a scumbag who cheats on affection." The boy looked at the coach in surprise.

"If I could eat it, I would definitely eat it. It's a pity that time doesn't forgive people, but it's a pity that you don't eat soft rice with your face." The coach said seriously.

"I have a good stomach, and I like to eat dry rice. Besides, I have no interest in that, and no one would like me." The boy shook his head.

"Okay, okay, don't be self-effacing, do you think I don't know how popular you are in school? There are more people who like you, young people should not be filled with sour ink and ink that is dissatisfied with the world, and put more spring on their stomachs Butterflies in the flowers." The coach pushed the boy and kicked him on the buttocks: "Go ahead and do what you need to do. I'll go to the front desk to collect my wages later."

"There's still wages? Don't you mean a compulsory exhibition game?" The boy turned around and said in a daze.

"Have you collected enough tuition fees for the start of next year?" the coach raised his eyebrows.

"Isn't it too early?" The boy smiled helplessly.

"It's getting late. Concentrate on studying in the second year of high school, and then go to find girls. Don't waste your good time on part-time jobs." The coach waved his hands and walked towards the eager children on the sidelines, saying: "Go away, study hard, go up every day, go down every day!" Next time there is an exhibition match, I will find you again, remember to put water on me."

The boy froze for a moment, didn't say anything, just smiled and turned around and left.

"Oh, by the way, Lin Nian." The coach suddenly shouted at the boy.

"What?" the boy asked over his shoulder.

"It's nothing, just to tell you, my daughter said that she saw your sister in a newly opened coffee shop in the high-tech zone a few days ago." The coach said.

"Are you working?" The boy was taken aback.

"Yes, I'll tell you." The coach nodded.

"Got it." The boy said, "Let's go."

"Um."

After finishing speaking, the boy left the meeting place holding the hood and bamboo sword, but his back became much heavier for no reason.

Ah, I, Sui Hansan, have finally returned! Readers who like it can just collect it, and give it a recommendation ticket or something.