Be Low-key in a Supernatural World

"Then I won't be polite!" Sorata's voice was still very loud, quite abrupt in a shop that wasn't too noisy.

Furutokawa looked at him in surprise.

Why does this kid seem a little strange?

There will be more tomorrow morning

After school, the five members gathered again in the club behind the teaching building.

Xiaoniaoyouhuawu and Sanriyue Qingkong mainly brought their siblings to see the way and visit the club.

Youjia has been playing in the ghost story club for two weeks, and after reading all the interesting ghost stories in it, he doesn't really want to go.

Anyway, it doesn't matter whether you go or not until the next issue of the ghost story is updated.

As for the light music department, it seems that they are preparing for a performance on the weekend. Sorata has also been informed that he does not have to go this afternoon, and will go together to help build the stage on the weekend.

The four wandered around the bamboo forest. Judging from the reactions of the siblings, they didn't know that there was such a large area in the school dedicated to clubs.

Sorata touched the bamboo in this field, envious in his eyes: "This place is great, I kind of want to come here to practice guitar."

"Oh, you have to go and tell Walnut, she is the minister."

"Then, then I'd better ask Furutegawa to help me."

Bai Chuan Hutao was so good-looking that he didn't dare to talk to her.

You Jia squinted at this scene: "It's been two weeks, and you still do odd jobs in the light music department every day? Are you the only new member this year?"

"That's not doing odd jobs, it's a necessary practice!" Sorata corrected a sentence first, and then said depressedly: "The minister said that new members should learn to respect their seniors, and they don't need to rush to touch musical instruments in the first month of joining the club, and the club activity room It’s not too big, the seniors have to practice first, and we can use the activity room after they leave.”

The three girls listened quietly, Xiaoniao Youhuawu thought for a while, and was a little puzzled: "Is the light music department of our school very strong?"

"It's not famous at all!" You Jia twitched her lips in this scene: "I heard people say that at the school campus festival last year, there were only a dozen or so people who went to see the performance of the light music department."

"Do they usually teach freshmen how to play the guitar?"

"Maybe there will be next month?" Sorata said uncertainly.

He does odd jobs, oh no, the necessary practice time is not over yet.

Youjia sneered in this field: "Why do you need to learn to respect your seniors? It's obvious that you are bullying the freshmen! You have no skills at all, and you can only talk about these useless things. No wonder you are not promising. Your minister is not a good guy!"

"Yes, it's not a good thing!" Xiaoniaoyouhuawu deeply agreed, and at the same time, she was glad that she didn't apply for the light music department.

Sorata had no words to refute, he could only look around with a guilty conscience, and whispered: "Keep your voice down, maybe it's the club's practice, anyway, this month is almost over."

"Bullshit routine!" Youjia dismissed the four words in disdain, and walked towards the activity room.

Xiao Niao You Hua Wu put her hands behind her back, and said with deep sympathy: "You are right!"

She also left after speaking.

This field Sorata silently looked at the crescent moon Qingkong who hadn't left yet.

Waiting for her to say the last sentence.

Sanriyue Qingkong did not disappoint him, and said fragrantly: "It's bullshit, Mr. Glasses."

"Hey! Speak clearly!"

In the activity room, the three discussed the bounty tasks to be done on Saturday and weekend.

The school has a rule that there must be at least two club activities in a week, and those who leave early are not allowed.

So whether you like it or not, even if you don't do anything, you have to stay here for at least an hour and a half.

Gude Chuan Shenjian was holding a small bare bamboo branch in his hand, about one and a half meters long, the branch was slightly drooping, and there were two bamboo leaves on it.

He was about to compete with Bai Chuan, and this little brother wanted to challenge him, saying that he wanted to try his level.

Anyway, idle is idle, and I just took this opportunity to let this little brother know who is grandpa.

Bai Chuanwang, who was confronting him in front of him, was holding a beech wood sword in his hand. This kind of wood is very hard, and it hurts especially when it is drawn on people.

Bai Chuan looked sideways at the thin bamboo branch in his hand, and said expressionlessly, "Is this your sword?"

"Then why don't we switch?"

The club was established and opened only yesterday afternoon, and the bamboo knives and swords for practice are not yet ready.

The wooden knife was brought by Bai Chuanwang himself, and he only had a sword at hand... If he could use a sword, it would be too bullying.

"Shouldn't we wait until we have all the things in the club to compete?" Bai Chuan Hutao suggested from the side.

"No need! I can use that bamboo branch too!" The little priest put away the wooden knife.

Kotegawa Shinmi shook his head: "No, use what you are good at, otherwise I won't be able to lift my strength."

Bai Chuan, who was walking out, turned his head to the side, expressionless: "Don't say I bullied you."

"Come on! If you can bully me, it's your ability!" Furutegawa Shinmi waved a bamboo branch, and there was a sound of breaking wind, and a sage came to guide the way.

Bai Chuanwang held the wooden knife in both hands, the sword was slanted downward, and in the next position, he gave up defense, intending to win with speed.

"Hey, we've been underestimated!" Kamito Furudegawa planned to teach his younger brother a good lesson.

Youjia and Xiaoniaoyouhuawu, who walked in from the door, kept silent, opened their eyes wide, and turned back and forth.

The same is true for Sanriyue Qingkong and this field Sorata who came in later.

The four walked up to Bai Chuan Hutao on their feet, and each sat on a cushion.

Bai Chuan Hutao looked back and forth, and Xiaoyi asked, "Shall I start for you?"

Furutegawa Kamimi looked at Shirakawa with a nuzzled mouth.

The latter stepped closer, and then stepped forward with a knife, shouting: "Cut your head off!"

"Heh? Hit the east and the west?" Seeing the bamboo branch in his hand trembling, Furude Chuanshen threw it out with a crisp sound, and pulled away the wooden knife that cut his thigh, feeling a little contemptuous.

Bai Chuanwang took a few steps back, the hand holding the wooden knife trembled, and there was a tearing pain in the tiger's mouth.

The moment he was drawn by the bamboo branch just now, he almost couldn't hold the knife.

He deeply felt Furutegawa Shinmi's strength, and instantly felt like mountains and seas were lying in front of him.

Fortunately, he didn't forget that this was a sparring session, he held the wooden knife and asked in a deep voice, "Why are you so strong?"

"It's not power, it's explosive power." Furute Chuan Shenmi waved the bamboo branch, and he didn't use any strength at all, just waved it casually, but he had the bonus brought by the talent [early stage of disintegration].

"Also, it's not that I'm strong..." He shook his head: "It's you who are too good, little brother! Speed, strength, as well as rigid and unfamiliar skills and poor acting skills, you can't even beat a still."

As soon as Bai Chuanwang made a move, he confirmed that this little brother had no actual combat experience, and he even had very little experience in sparring with others.

Every move is like a machine. Although it is standard and can even be called good, it is useless.

If you fight with people, you will die as cannon fodder.

The little priest's pale face suddenly turned green and white, and he stared and shouted: "It was just careless just now! Come again!"

The little bird Youhuawu over there was a little confused, looked at Bai Chuan Hutao, and asked in a low voice: "Why do you use a teacher as a comparison?"

Bai Chuan Hutao was silent for a while, then said in a low voice, "Probably because he has beaten him before, so he is more familiar with it."

The other three turned their heads in unison.

On the field, Nozomi Shirakawa and Shinmi Furutegawa fought again.

The same is stepping out the knife.

Gu Techuan gritted his teeth, and the strength in his hand was like a breeze blowing willows. The moment he stopped the wooden sword, he turned his wrist to wrap around the wooden sword, and then swung it sideways with the force of his chopping.

The wooden knife in Bai Chuanwang's hand was uncontrollably released, and swished into the wall on the left.

The whole room was dumbfounded.

Furutegawa Shinmi still maintained the posture of waving the bamboo stick.

Bai Chuan stared blankly, the skin on his palm was rubbed red, it wasn't that he couldn't hold it just now, it was the force that made him unable to hold it at all!Can't even react!

Guate Chuan took back the bamboo branch, and said slowly: "You lack experience in hand-to-hand combat. Mr. Fujiwara is right. We need a mentor. At least it is enough to guide you. When you can beat the mentor, come challenge me again." Bar."

Chapter 130 Five Do You Want To Be A God?

"Furutegawa, Mr. Fujiwara asked us to go to school at nine o'clock tomorrow morning. In addition, the teacher said that you need to write a written statement about skipping class on Wednesday afternoon, and bring it to school tomorrow. Otherwise, the teacher said that you might consider notifying your family. Oh."

Just before he had time to find a place to savor the barbecue after eating the barbecue, Kamito Furudekawa received a call from Kurumi Shirakawa, and he could hear the girl's gloating tone.

He hung up the phone, bid farewell to the exhausted Honjo Sota, rushed into the tram stop as fast as he could, and finally returned home sweating profusely. Swallowing, tremblingly wrote the first line: "I shouldn't skip class, I will review..."

He wrote a paper of self-criticism for a full three hours, and when he finished writing the last line and breathed a sigh of relief, it was already pitch black outside.

Sanriyue Qingkong, who didn't know when she came back, was sitting on the sofa in the living room, sipping tea and reading a book by the way.

"Are you back?" Furutegawa Kami said subconsciously.

"Ten minutes after you come back."

"Ah, is it? Haven't you had dinner yet? Why don't you go eat now?"

"I passed by a barbecue restaurant after school and ate there with Youjiahuawu."

"Huh? What a coincidence? Mr. Glasses and I also ate barbecue today..."

Sankayue Qingkong got up, tiptoed on her right toe, which was still not fully exerted, went to the kitchen to make another cup of tea, and served it to him, and by the way, glanced at the thing Furutekawa Kamimi had been writing just now on the table.

"what is this?"

"A Brief Analysis of the Consequences and Implications of Unauthorized Liberal Actions in High School."

"what?"

"Skipping class review."

Sanriyue Qingkong's eyelids drooped slightly, the corners of his mouth pursed, his cheeks bulged slightly, and then he quickly returned to normal.

Kotegawa Shinmi looked at her suspiciously: "Are you laughing at me just now?"

"No, you read wrong, I usually don't smile." San Riyue turned and went to the bathroom.