My Girlfriend is a Wicked Girl

　　 Fukuzawa Toumi kept the protective gear in the kendo club and went straight to get it, while Kitahara Hideji borrowed the set demonstrated by the kendo teacher and replaced it directly on the sidelines. It's just that he didn't listen to the class at all. Seeing the turban was a little disturbed, he had to turn his head and whispered, "Alu, help me put on the protective gear."

　　 "Yes!" Shijima Ryu immediately stepped forward and began to help him tie the knot and fold the turban. His surname demeanor, set off the tranquility of Kitahara Hideji, who is even more like a general.

　　Shishimarutsu is very dexterous. He quickly folded the headscarf into a hat shape and put it on Hideji Kitahara's head. He whispered, "Why promise her, Kitahara-kun, too rash."

　　 Kitahara Hideji smiled and replied softly: "Sooner or later, you can't hide from it... By the way, in order to cover your head? Are you afraid of sweating?"

Shijima Ryu sees that he still has a leisurely question about this, and his heart is even more anxious-don't look at Kitahara Xiuji Gao Fukuzawa Dongmi more than 30 centimeters, but he does not think that Kitahara Xiuji can beat Fukuzawa Dongmi, and now it is not the kind of seclusion in the club. In places, the impact of winning or losing is less.

　　 Now in front of nearly a hundred people, if you lose, you will lose face and be hit hard, right? Tomorrow, the whole department is rumored that a boy in Beiyuan was beaten to his knees like a dead dog by a small girl? It's extremely sad to think about it!

He was anxious, and said indiscriminately: "The main purpose is to reduce the shock to the head when the visor is hit. Of course, it also prevents the visor from wearing out the hair. It also has a role in absorbing sweat... That, Kitahara-kun, otherwise I will be replaced. Bar?"

　　 Kitahara Hideji looked at him, smiled and asked, "Can you win?"

Shishimaru lowered his head, he couldn't win. Fukuzawa Toumi is indeed very strong among high school students. He was beaten without fighting back in the club practice with men and women. In fact, he admired it very much, so he wanted to help Kitahara Hideji in the locker room. Resolve the contradiction with Fukuzawa Dongmi-if you can't beat it, it's better to get along with each other in peace!

　　 This is his idea.

Kitahara patted him on the shoulder, and smiled: "So I'll come, after all, it's my business...Fukuzawa provokes me, then I have an obligation to let her know that there are mountains outside the mountains, and there are people outside the world, so as not to save her. Looking up all day to see God, and breaking her neck again, it can be considered as saving her life."

He was humorous, Shijima Ryu almost let out a laugh, but soon he was worried and regained the upper hand, thinking about how to make Kitahara Shuji less embarrassed after a while, and then Uchida Yuma touched it, excited. Said: "Okay, I made an appointment with a few acquaintances, and later we will sign up as referees together. No matter who gets elected, we will blow the black whistle of Little Shorty. We must let her lose!"

　　 Kitahara Xiuji looked at him, and said helplessly: "No, there are more than 80 people here, there are always bright eyes, and that's even more embarrassing."

　　 Even Fukuzawa Toumi is always looking for something inexplicably, but at least he is still challenging, thinking about one-on-one fair competition, and you guys are actually more despicable, right? You really haven't been blinded by your looks. In the future, you will develop in the direction of treacherous ministers. There must be a future!

　　 "To lose is to lose, to win is to win, what do you care about so much!" Uchida was still insisting, the Yin Ren's determination was very firm, and Fukuzawa Toumi had already replaced his protective gear over there.

She walked to the sidelines and sat down on her knees and bit the corner of the turban directly on her face. Then a pair of small hands slowly and forcefully tied the other triangle on the head and behind the ears, and finally moved the corner that was in her mouth back to her head. Sai revealed a serious and proud face, his crescent eyes were shining, his mouth was tightly pressed into a line, and two shallow pear vortices revealed on his face, and he said softly and firmly: "I Ready."

　　 Kitahara Hideji put on a glove-like armour, holding a bamboo knife to adapt, and found that the design is pretty good, and it doesn't affect the control of the knife, so he whispered, "I'm ready too."

　　 The sights of the two people meet across the field, both like a hunter seeing the prey-today I will let your little carrot head (little white face) pay the price!

　　 The kendo teacher has taken the referee flag. He was fair. He picked a referee from Class 3 and Class 1 of ABC, and Uchida's black whistle plan was directly aborted. However, Uchida almost grabbed a pair of flags by grabbing, and finally there was Kurofuzawa Toumi's. capital.

　　 Kendo competition requires three referees. Three separate parties observe the players' confrontation from three angles, each holding a white flag in one hand and a red flag in the other. As long as two red flags are raised, it means that the red side will get the score, and vice versa.

　　 That is, if two referees agree that one side has made an effective blow, the gas sword is consistent and there is a broken heart, then it is counted as a point, and the first two points wins.

　　 Kitahara Hideji was tied with a red cloth belt on the back, and Fukuzawa Dongmi was tied with a white cloth belt on the back, and then both put on the top armor and entered the starting line.

The students watching the game from the side also showed interest. At any rate, this is much more interesting than boring swordsmanship. Especially, you can watch Hideji Kitahara with a fair view. This makes many girls very happy. There is also a saying "Come on, students Kitahara" in the girls group. , Provoked a snicker.

　　 Fukuzawa Toumi was a little upset that these audiences couldn't keep their silence, tilted their heads angrily, and even more upset that someone dared to cheer Kitahara show, but there were too many people and she couldn't bear her grudges, so we had to forget it.

Hideji Kitahara looked at the short Fukuzawa Toumi through the gap in the visor, and saw that her kendo suit fits this time. She looks petite and exquisite even if she wears protective gear, and there is a black cloth strip hanging from her waist. "Dafu" is written horizontally in white letters and "Fuze" is written vertically. It is probably a nameplate for future competitions. At the same time, this time the big hakama finally did not drag the floor long skirt, revealing two white feet.

　　 "Gifts!"

"Prepare"

　　 Temporary referees are students who think they have some knowledge of kendo. They give the passwords at a glance. The kendo teacher explains some basic knowledge of the game to the students outside the field, and prepares to guide them how to watch and appreciate the kendo game later.

"Um... Excuse me, Mr. Kambara, ah, great, Mrs. Kambara, can you come first?" As the game was about to start, the door of the kendo was opened, and a school staff greeted the kendo teacher. , The kendo teacher hesitated for a while, and smiled: "Sorry, please wait for me."

　　 After speaking, he followed the staff out of the kendo arena, probably because the school had something to look for him.

Hideji Kitahara squatted and looked at Fukuzawa Dongmi with his sword, breathing in the slightly metallic and leathery air in the visor, feeling a little strange—this was the first time he faced a real person, but he didn’t feel nervous. Ze Dongmei roared and stabs like a little tiger once gave him a great shock, but now he can't feel any pressure when facing a real person.

　　 even feel... the other party is not as strong as expected, a little weak!

Fukuzawa Toumi also maintained a ready attitude and looked at Hideji Kitahara. Seeing him bulging on his body was like seeing her loss of 2.5 million yen in Hideji Kitahara's arms. UU reading www.uukánshu.com couldn't bear it. She said, "Little white face, you make me very angry. Do you know why I am angry? Because of you, my stomach hurts every night, and I wring each other. Do you know how uncomfortable it is? But I am not unreasonable. , You honestly let me out of this bad breath, and I will save you some face, just let it go, how about it?"

　　 Kitahara Hideji refused in one mouthful: "No!"

　　Who doesn't have a temper, you're the only one, so why are you used to? You have a stomachache, go to the doctor, why do you use me as a stomach medicine?

　　 Fukuzawa Dongmi's face is even more ugly, "You will regret it, prepare to lose face!"

　　 "You can come if you have the ability!" Kitahara Hideji refused to give up.

　　The two people have not crossed their swords, and the guns have begun to spray each other. The two temporary referees except Uchida Yuma are dumbfounded-it doesn't look like a practice match, let alone a teammate, right?

　　 Kendo teacher is gone, and Hideji Kitahara dared to talk back, which made Fukuzawa Toumi even more impatient-I will spare you if I beat you a few times, and I have to ask for hardship and don't know what is wrong!

　　 She categorically ordered: "Let's start the game!"

　　Uchida Yuma sneered and said, "You start at the beginning, dream, squat honestly!"

　　 Kitahara Hideji didn't squint, and calmly said, "Uchida, start the game!"

　　 "Ah? Good!" Although Uchida was ill, and horny, but he was okay with his friends. He didn't think much about the start of Kitahara, so he yelled, "Go!"

　　 Fukuzawa Dongmi got up to the front of the slide, it took 0.15 seconds to show the instant reaction ability to the fullest, and roared: "Little white face, die for me! Face!"

　　 The bamboo sword slashed straight towards Hideji Kitahara's head, the standard Tangzhu.