I just want to be admitted to Dongda University, but I am trapped in the field of Shura

Peng! Boom! There were several muffled noises in the wide boxing gym, and a fierce man covered in tattoos fell to the ground in response, and it was clear from the bruises on his body that he was not feeling well.

The bald man opposite him walked to the corner and took a towel from the logistician on the side, wiped the fine sweat on his head at will, and then raised his right hand into a fist and lifted it upward, and then the big men around the octagon broke out into enthusiastic cheers.

"The curator is still as strong as ever!"

"Of course, after all, the curator is a man who is known as the Ghost Goto!"

"Yo! Little ghost, here you are again..." The bald man who was called Oni Goto looked at the red-haired boy who walked in, showing a hint of a smile, but he looked a little hideous.

"Well, I'm bothering Uncle Goto this time..." the red-haired boy bowed politely to Goto.

"Go on! Do you need to warm up first? Throwing a pair of boxing gloves at the teenager, Goto moved his neck.

"No need, let's start now!" The red-haired boy showed a hint of excitement in his eyes, and climbed into the octagonal ring while putting on boxing gloves.

"Oh? I hope you stick with it a little longer this time, boy! Goto also rolled over, easily turned over into the octagonal ring, and waved his hand at the red-haired boy on the opposite side.

"It doesn't matter how many times you get knocked down, what matters is how many times you get up." The red-haired boy moved his wrist and put on a boxing posture to look at Goto in front of him.

"Then you attack first..." Before the words were finished, a violent fist wind came, and a fierce straight punch went straight to Goto's nose, and Goto quickly reacted and grabbed the attacking fist with his hand.

"Oh, let me finish," and then a hook punched the red-haired boy's abdomen.

The red-haired boy bowed his waist and dodged Goto's hook fist, and the other hand hit Goto's waist, Goto released his fist, and changed his posture to hit the boy's chest, and for a while the two got entangled, and everyone around was dumbfounded.

"This little guy is quite strong!" An uncle at the bottom made an assessment.

"Senior Goto also put a lot of water, otherwise how can he fight for so long, he won't be able to last with one punch." Kei Yamada, who had just been beaten by Goto, looked at the teenager on the stage a little unconvinced.

"But the body and movement are already very good, what is missing now is age, what are you still doing at this age? You know, he's only 14 years old, and when he reaches your age, are you sure to beat him? Yutaka Tanaka, who was practicing boxing on the side, saw the wonderful duel in the ring and stopped practicing boxing, came to the ring and patted Kei Yamada on the shoulder.

"This... Damn it! Is this genius! Kei Yamada looked at the red-haired boy who was getting more and more excited, leaving an unwilling roar.

"He's not just a genius, Yayoi... He joined Goto's gym at the age of 11 and never missed regardless of the wind or rain, and, at the same age... Haven't lost! Yutaka Tanaka, who knew some red-haired teenagers in the ring, popularized science for the youth in the audience.

"Some people are born to belong to the ring, and Goto-senpai probably thinks the same way, otherwise he wouldn't have trained him personally, right?" Seeing the duel that was about to end, Yutaka Tanaka, who was not watching, left such a sentence and went back to continue training.

Peng! With the final punch hitting his abdomen, the red-haired boy, Yayoiji, felt the limit of his physical strength and signaled Goto to stop moving.

"It's almost Uncle Goto, today has reached the limit..." Yayoi rubbed his somewhat sore wrist, picked up the mineral water in the corner ice bucket and drank it.

"Your kid's progress is really terrifying, yesterday he could only last 30 minutes, today he added another 10 minutes..." Taking off his fisthol, Goto smiled while walking over and rubbing Yayoiki's red hair, but how good this smile looked.

"Uncle Goto, how about you stop laughing? It's terrifying..." Yayoi Ji began to complain daily while dodging Goto's evil giant hand.

"I really don't know what your kid's body structure is like, it's getting stronger day by day." Retracting his rubbing hand, Goto jumped off the ring and picked up a towel and wiped his face.

"This... Maybe I'm gifted, right? Looking at the transparent light curtain that only he could see, Yayoi Ji also picked up a towel and wiped the sweat from his face.

Name: Yayoi

Ji Template: Seti

Level: LV5 (full level 30

) XP: 75/100 Health: 100 (90 for normal adults) Stamina: 55 (70-80 for normal adults) Charisma

: 95 (60 for normal adults).

Talent: Battlefield Pride (LV1): Your attacks alternate between left and right punches. The right heavy punch will be followed by the left heavy punch quickly and deal an additional 10% extra stamina bonus. For every 15% of your lost health, you will give him an extra (0.2) health regeneration, and if you don't hit your right punch within 2 seconds, you'll reset back to your left punch. The attack speed of the right heavy punch is twice that of the left heavy punch.

Mighty (ununlocked), Deliberate Fist (unlocked), Strong Hand Split (unlocked), Breathtaking (unlocked).

Looking at the simple panel in front of him, Yayoi waved his hand to hide the panel.

"Uncle Goto, I'm going to practice my fist..." said Goto, who was resting on a recliner, and Yayoi walked over to the empty sandbag.

"The smelly boy is really working hard..." sighed, Goto changed a comfortable position on the recliner and began to take a nap.

Yayoiji, on the other hand, smiled while shaking his fist while looking at the slowly rising experience bar.

To be fair, if you had a panel like this, you would probably try harder, wouldn't you? After all, other people's efforts may not see results, but Yayoiji will inevitably reap rewards as long as he works hard.

In the evening, Chiba Prefecture in early summer was still a little cool, and Yayoi waved goodbye to Uncle Goto and began to walk in the direction of home.

Uncle Goto's boxing gym is less than 500 meters near Yayoi's house, which is why Yayoiki's mother is willing to let her son go to the boxing gym alone to train, and it is not easy to control this awareness as a son.

"I'm back!" After pushing open the entrance door and changing his shoes, Yayoi Ji whispered to the house.

"Xiaoji is back! Mom's beef curry today..." Hearing Yayoi's voice, Shinsaki Yayoi poked his head out of the kitchen and brandished a spatula to show off, his tone like a child waiting for praise.

"Hey, it's my mom, I like my mom's curry the most." Knowing what Yayoi Shinsaki meant, Yayoi Ji echoed while throwing the dirty clothes into the dirty clothes basket.

"Xiaoji is waiting to try her mother's craft!" Hearing Yayoi's encouragement, Yayoi Shinsaki became more imposing, turned around and went to the kitchen again.

"Wait... Beef curry, huh? Yayoi, who was about to take a bath, stopped moving, generally beef curry can not be eaten by two people, and Yayoi Shinsaki has never liked to eat leftovers, so there is only one answer!

Walking to the dining room, a girl was lying bored on the dining table, she was petite, about as tall as Yayoi's shoulders, her long hair was tied up with ribbons on both sides, and she looked like dog ears; The big round eyes are also as innocent as a puppy, and they have just changed into a cute summer dress in early summer.

The pale yellow short sleeves have a puppy pattern, and the lower body is pink puffy shorts, which looks very cute, the slender calves sway lightly, and the small and delicate toes with slippers make a clicking sound with the amplitude of the calf shaking.

Seeing Yayoi walking away from the entrance, the girl's eyes suddenly became a little sharper, and her cheeks bulged like a hamster.

"Really, Xiaoji is too slow!"

"I said Chiwa, your family also cooks, right? Why do you always come to my house to eat? Looking at the girl in front of him, Yayoi sighed secretly that he was right as he guessed.

Haruzaki Chiwa, Yayoiki's childhood sweetheart, when he was familiar with it is probably impossible to verify, only know that since he can remember, the two people have been inseparable, from kindergarten to elementary school to junior high school, it seems that as long as it is where he exists, there must be a figure of Qianhe.

"Of course, the aunt's cooking is more delicious!" Chiwa's natural answer drew proud laughter from Shinsaki Yayoi who was cooking.

"I said stupid mother, don't be bought by this compliment..." Yayoi Ji complained as she walked to the bathroom door with the dirty clothes basket.

"Then I'll go take a bath first..."

"Hi~" X2

After soaking comfortably, the beef curry made by his mother has been served on the table, and Chiwa on the side is ready to go like a puppy about to grab food, and as Yayoi Shinsaki pours a spoonful of beef curry on his rice, Chiwa can't wait to start eating.

"I'm moving!" x3

"Eat slowly, Chiwa-chan ~ These beef are also for you..." Looking at Senwa who ate Masaka, Yayoi Shinsaki showed an aunt smile, the petite and cute Chiwa always has a feeling of feeding small animals when eating, and his own son....

Glancing at Yayoi Ji, who was not in a hurry to eat, Yayoi Masaki was a little disappointed, his son is good everywhere, but he is too mature compared to other children, and he will not be coquettish like his mother and has never had a childish side.

"Mom~ Today's meal is also delicious! I ate it all! Yayoi smiled cutely, and he looked like a warm little sun. (The above is the fantasy content√)

"Hi ~ mom add a little more to you ~

" "I said mom? Are you okay? Looking at her mother, who was smiling strangely in front of her and preparing to feed herself, Yayoi felt a little inexplicable.

"Really, when will Xiaoji be cute?" Maki Yayoi, who was interrupted from his fantasy, complained a little helplessly.

"When will mom be like an adult?" Yayoi asked rhetorically.

"It's really not cute (mature) at all!"

The two people spoke in unison, and at this time, Qianhe... Emmm, she's cooking....