Zongman: Starting From The Wish To Blow The Fist

Leaving the principal's office, Yato walked unhurriedly in the corridor.

The school has already asked for leave for him.

As a wounded person, there is no need to go to the classroom to follow the teacher's instruction.

But having said that, I will be assigned to class A, as well as the affairs of the club, as expected, the old man the principal is behind the scenes.

"That smelly old man should know what I want to do, but it's a pity that I couldn't appreciate that bitter face."

Yato thought gloatingly.

He felt that the composition of Class A's personnel was a little strange. Now it seems that Adolf did it on purpose, but he doesn't know what his real purpose is. It can't be pure evil, right?

As for the club, Yato felt that the old man's sense of responsibility as a teacher was probably breaking out, and he tried to use the club to occupy his spare time, which indirectly distracted the energy of the fighting community.

For a moment, Yato didn't know whether to praise Adolf for his dedication to his duties, or to say that he was nosy.

"All in all... let me make a good use of the topic. Don't blame me, Mr. Principal, you are also an opponent anyway, so let me do what you can't do."

"I don't know how much rewards I can get in the final test... Time is running out, and the upper-level authorities will not make a move at this time for no reason. Maybe it is not far from the opening of the boxing competition. I have to speed up the pace of becoming stronger, otherwise Even if the mission rewards are extremely generous, I don’t have the ability to get them.”

Yato thought with a blank face.

The sun shines through the window in the corridor, stretching his shadow very long, as if to cover the original carpet...

...

Go back to the club room in the old school building.

Yato could clearly feel a trace of anger here.

It is completely different from when it was placed before.

Even as soon as he entered the door, he saw a tall and slender figure curled up on the sofa and sleeping soundly.

But Yato's arrival also alarmed the opponent.

"...?"

Tian Yu Zhan Zhan suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Yato.

Yato also stared back.

The two watched like this for a while.

Tian Yu sat up slowly, stretched her waist, and her exquisite figure was outlined by the silky black sailor suit, showing a charm far beyond her age. In Ye Dou's eyes, she was like a black bird basking in the sun. Persian cats are generally elegant and lazy.

After stretching, he said nonchalantly:

"I thought you, the president, just started a club and planned to leave it alone."

"Well, something happened temporarily."

Yato pulled the door shut.

"You are hurt?"

Tian Yu seemed to have seen some clues from his movements, and when she narrowed her beautiful eyes, her whole breath changed instantly, the laziness was swept away, and her tone was icy cold.

"Who did it?"

"As a fighter, it's normal to be injured." Yato didn't pay attention to her tone, went to the kitchen and dug out the kettle, ready to make a cup of coffee.

Compared with black tea, a popular drink in noble schools, he still prefers milk with coffee. It tastes like drinking Wangzai milk, and he can't stop it at all.

To Yeto's surprise, both the kettle and the tea set have been prepared. It can be seen that Yukino or Tianyu should have started to use the kitchen during the few days when he was away. .

"Although I don't know much about the circle of fighters, the person who can hurt you shouldn't be an ordinary person, right?"

Perhaps because he realized that his reaction was a little too aggressive, Tian Yu softened his tone, stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, showing a very interested look.

"I'll just tell you this, don't tell Yukinoshita, that guy's three views still need to be corrected." While waiting for the water to boil, Yato returned to the sofa and sat down, pressing the somewhat stiff button Shoulder said: "The guy I met this time was a bit too strong, and it was not a normal game, so I almost confessed there."

"Don't die before I beat you."

Tian Yu stared at Yato with a very bad tone.

"Don't worry, I haven't learned the secret skills of the upper class from you yet."

Yato smiled.

"Hmph, if I really want to say it, I was the first to learn your kicking skills."

Tian Yu flicked her hair, and let out a disdainful hum from her nose.

But then, I couldn't hold back my curiosity.

He pretended not to care and asked, "Speaking of your kicking skills, you should have created them yourself, right? Among the schools I know, even the ancient ones, don't have the exaggerated speed of your kicks."

"It was indeed created by me, and I named it 'Lanjiao'."

Yato replied without thinking.

Although it was drawn by the system, it was also tempered by his own ability. He was not ashamed at all to call it 'self-created'.

"'Lanjiao'? To be honest, I'm not particularly interested in kicking skills. What I'm best at is handwork."

Tian Yu lacked interest.

"You want to learn but you can't."

Yato laughed.

The principle of [Lanjiao] is simple to say, but it is absolutely impossible for normal people.

Because the body doesn't support it.

And the reason why he can use it is mainly due to the transformation of the system.

It can be said that his current physique is infinitely close to that of the natives of One Piece world.

Other than himself, Yato really doesn't think anyone can learn it well.

But Tian Yu is a genius.

How much should be able to learn some fur?

he thought so.

Suddenly, someone knocked on the door of the department room.

Yato frowned a little strangely.

For Xue Nai, he has already given the key.

Tianyu also has it.

So the one knocking on the door could only be an 'outsider'.

"Who are you……?"

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