Awakening

Looking at Zhengzhi out of the dojo, Ogata asked: "Let's stay in the US, your relationship with Zhengzhi is very good. Is he your relative?"

"No, the senior is my very important person and the goal I have pursued throughout my life."

"What? You, you want to pursue him?" Ogata was so surprised that he almost fell off his chin.

Hemei couldn't help but laugh at the side, only she knew what the so-called "pursuit" of staying in the United States meant. But this guy doesn't know how much misunderstanding this sentence will make others.

"Yes." Although staying in the United States feels that this sentence seems a bit strange, but still firmly answer.

"What good is that guy?" Ogata was shocked and angry.

Hearing this sentence, Hemei frowned and looked at him coldly.

"Wu Fangjun, please don't insult the seniors. I will never allow anyone to disrespect the seniors."

"You..." was taken by the momentum of the United States, and Ogata did not say anything.

Just when the village called him, he had to walk over.

At nine o'clock, the person in charge of the venue gathered all the players and the instructors together.

Then, a thin, black-rimmed pair of glasses, 5, 60-year-old half-bald old man came to the front of everyone. Everyone immediately gave a warm applause.

"Good morning, everyone. I am Kubo, the curator of the Kuomamikan Dojo. I am honored to hold the annual Tokyo High School Kendo Competition in the main building. As always, I hope that everyone can play normally and strive for good results."

Immediately afterwards, a round of applause sounded.

Fortunately, this old man is not awkward. He only stepped down after a few words. Immediately afterwards, several referees responsible for the competition came up and said some rules and precautions during the game. After this tossing, the game finally officially began.

Almost all high schools in Tokyo participated in the competition because of the large number of people, so the person in charge divided the field into four pieces at the same time.

The competition is divided into team competitions and individual competitions. Today is a team competition. The competition system adopts a elimination system, so the competition is extremely fierce. The collision of the bamboo sword and the protective gear, the screaming sound of the sword, and the referee's stop sound can be heard everywhere. Some of the newcomers who participated in the competition for the first time were even more nervous or trembling.

When the game went to the middle, Zheng Zhi began to yawn. After all, it is a high school student, no matter the strength, proficiency, and momentum, there is a big gap with the adult swordsman. Except for one or two, you can look at it with a little bit of sight.

The Kendo Club, where the United States is located, also tried two games. The opponent was a private high school and a public high school. In addition to a boy losing, the Ogata and the vice-president of the United States have successfully won the opponent. Several instructors are very happy, and Daegu is even more committed to them. If they win another game, they are invited to eat sushi.

"Schoolmaster, how have I just performed?" When the game was over, the United States immediately ran over and asked.

"The opponent is too weak, there is no reference value. However, congratulations on winning." Zheng Zhi said with a smile.

"Thank you, Master." I was very happy to be in the US.

"Oh, even if the opponent is weaker, it is much better than those who can only say that they will not do it." Ogata said with a sneer as they passed by them.

"Is he talking about me?" Zheng Zhi asked strangely.

Staying in the US spit out a small tongue and is embarrassed to speak.

Although only the main players, deputy generals, and three generals are participating in the competition, almost every member of the school Kendo Club has come. Everyone screamed and cheered for their companions. Although it was very noisy, it was very lively.

At noon, the game was suspended and everyone went to dinner.

Originally, I wanted to ask Zheng Zhi to go with them, but Zheng Zhi thought that he and the United States were not the people of Kendo, and did not want to take advantage of others, so they refused. Take a meal with the beautiful restaurant outside.

Because the afternoon game will start at two o'clock, after the meal, the time is still abundant, and Zhengzhi will go to the street with Hemei.

"Brother, do you want to stay in the US to win?" When he was walking, he asked the United States.

"It’s hard to say in a team game. After all, it’s a three-player game. But if you play in a personal game, if you don’t play the championship, at least a runner-up will not be a problem.”

"It turned out that the United States was so powerful that I couldn’t see it before."

"Although the personality is a bit confused, but the little girl's understanding is quite good."

"Brother, I heard from the United States, you have tried with her, but she did not have the power to fight back. When did you practice the Kendo? Can you tell me?" Hemei looked at Zhengzhi.

It seems that some things can't be avoided.

Zheng Zhi looked down for a while, then looked up and looked at the eyes of the United States. "And beauty, I can't say something about it, but you are my sister, I don't want to lie to you. Can you keep some secrets?"

Hemei looked at Zhengzhi deeply, and suddenly smiled after a while. Then she hugged Zheng Zhi’s arm tightly and leaned her head on his shoulder. He said softly, “Brother, if you don’t want to say it, I really don’t mind. I know that you are really sincere to me. Good is enough. If you are by my side, I am not afraid of anything."

Zheng Zhi did not speak, but just held her hand and said after a while: "The game is about to begin, let's go back."

"Yeah." Hemei leaned comfortably on him and responded softly.