Top Students Don't Need Superpowers

Or is it the beautiful girl in Lian Ji Wushuang who disguises herself as a man?

When eating Yile ramen, Naruto and Erzhuzi couldn't keep up, so I wouldn't miss the opportunity.

As if aware of Asakawa Naoki's gaze, Hattori Hanzo turned his head and looked over, but he didn't speak, nor flashed over to give Asakawa Naoki a backstab, but stretched out his hand silently, and pulled down the mask on his face.

Asakawa Naoki cheered up, looked carefully, and then his whole body was not well.

As Hattori Hanzo raised his head, the black mask on his face suddenly cracked, and he drank the wine directly!From a distance, it looks like a black slit girl, who has changed from a martial arts competition to a ghostly horror painting style in an instant!

Naoki Asakawa withdrew his gaze silently, not wanting to see how Hattori Hanzo, who had suddenly turned into a slit girl's style, was eating.

The music of silk and bamboo suddenly sounded, and a woman wearing a kimono with a pale face, shaved eyebrows, and black teeth came in from the back of the main hall. This kind of attire was very popular in Japan during the Warring States period, and it was not abolished until the Meiji Restoration period. In the past, it was a beautiful and dignified aristocratic attire, but today, it is unavoidable for people to accept. If someone dresses up like this and goes out on the street at night, they will definitely be questioned by the police.

Behind the woman, a group of dancers in red and white fringed sleeves followed, walked to the center of the hall and began to dance.

Naoki Asakawa narrowed his eyes slightly, and suddenly saw a husky mixed in among the dancers... No, it was a Sanjiu.

The reason why he was sure it was Sanjiu was because the earphones around his neck were not taken off!Sure enough, the earphones are the main body. Under the influence of the power of dream distortion, no one can find the abnormality at all!

When I went out to buy things, I said that I would travel back to the Warring States Period to become a general, but the identity assigned to me in the dream was just the lowest-level dancer!

The dance these dancers danced was a kagura dance used for worship and prayer. Sanjiu was mixed in, wearing a red and white priestess costume, holding a kagura bell and fan in her hand, and wearing a golden crown on her head, unexpectedly cute and cute.

It's a pity that Mr. Nan Guo is just a fake.

Limbs are stiff, eyes are flustered, and movements are clumsy. If Asakawa Naoki is the teacher of the judges, at most he will give him a point of friendship.

"It's a pity that there is no mobile phone in the dream, otherwise we must take pictures and keep them well."

Just as Asakawa Naoki finished complaining in his heart, Sanjiu crossed his left foot with his right foot and fell to the ground with a plop.

"..."

The hall suddenly fell silent.

The dancers who were dancing with Sanjiu just now scattered and disappeared, leaving only the crackling bonfire.

In the dream, only Asakawa Naoki can keep his memory clear, and the five idiots of the Nakano family can only immerse themselves in it and regard the dream as reality. At this moment, facing the gaze of all the generals of the Warring States Period and the ghost and god Lu Bu, Sanjiu’s pretty face is pale, and he sits. Trembling on the ground.

The next moment, Sanjiu suddenly opened his eyes wide, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Oops, it was discovered..."

Asakawa Naoki hurriedly winked at Sanjiu, but unfortunately he was a step too late.

"Frivolous Asakawa!!"

The girl's pleasantly surprised shouts suddenly sounded in the hall.

"stare--"

Everyone in the main hall looked at Naoki Asakawa suddenly, and the oppressive atmosphere even made the burning bonfire quietly freeze.

Pig teammates.

Proper pig teammate!

Whether it's a police movie or a horror movie, your shout will only make your teammates vomit blood and die!

"call……"

Naoki Asakawa took a breath, calmly, and prepared to fight.

A few seconds later, a deep and serious voice sounded.

"...Why is your painting style different from ours?"

Chapter 412 Sanjiu feels great

"...The painting style is different?"

Asakawa Naoki silently looked at Lu Fengxian, whose eyes were glowing red, and Fang Tian painted a halberd surrounded by thunder and lightning. You, Lu Bu, a ghost and god who mixed in among the generals of the Warring States Period, when complaining about other people's painting style, take a look at your own painting style first!

But having said that, Asakawa Naoki's current style of painting is indeed a bit inconsistent.

Everyone else was a military general in the Warring States Period, but he was the only one wearing a student uniform, not even counting the huskies who got in among the wolves, he was as conspicuous as the only bald head in the crowd.

"I'm really sorry that the painting style doesn't match."

Naoki Asakawa couldn't help complaining, then got up and left the table, walked up to Sanjiu, and pulled Sanjiu up who was still in a daze.

"stare--"

The eyes of a group of unparalleled military generals still fell on him.

Naoki Asakawa stood in the middle of the hall, looked around, and suddenly remembered a sentence he saw before: "Sorry, I am not targeting anyone, everyone here is..."

One hand hurriedly covered his mouth, Sanjiu almost cried out in fright, "Don't, don't talk nonsense!"

Asakawa Naoki disagreed: "When you wake up tomorrow morning, you will know that it doesn't matter."

In the end, it is just a dream. If you have to be submissive and humble when you dream, what is the point of being alive?

If I hadn't passed the era of the hot-blooded middle school, I would have held the world's number one martial arts competition now, and I would have singled out the world's heroes!

"Wake up tomorrow morning..." Sanjiu blinked, with a blank expression, "I don't understand what the frivolous Asakawa is talking about."

There is no way if you can’t remember. Dreams are not a place for logic at all. All kinds of weird things will happen. Once you realize that something is wrong with this world, you will wake up from the dream, so dreamers will instinctively forget about the world. question of authenticity.