I’M Really Helpless In Tokyo

Araki Sosuke gave the "after-school DVD series" last time, and Abe Temple has practiced it many times before returning home.

Now no matter what kind of action and expression the female teacher on the screen poses, there will be no more waves in his heart.

So he went to the Sekkei Great Kendo Department to find Araki Zongsuke several times, but heard that this guy was busy looking for jobs and gatherings, and he was not bothered by the "unclear sword intent" at all. He naturally reacted to the last time. It was fooled.

"The guy'Tachibana Piaoxue' has come to the Kendo Department to find seniors many times recently." Yamada Kengo whispered immediately.

"This troublesome guy, Laozi is annoying... The last time I gave you the'after-school series', but there are more than two hundred copies. When you finish reading them all, you will understand the profound meaning of'pull a knife and cut water. 'Come back later."

"What? There are more than two hundred of such a terrible thing?"

Hearing this, Abeji's forehead dripped with cold sweat.

Sosuke Araki, who was in a bad mood, looked at the entangled Abe Temple in front of him and the jealous gazes cast by the women on both sides, suddenly had a plan to make a living.

"Ahem...I came to challenge you during the hell training camp of our kendo department. You guys really have the courage."

Sosuke Araki clenched his fist and coughed lightly, then looked provocatively at the Abe Temple opposite.

"Training in hell? You guy, are you still lying? It's obviously just embezzling club funds to eat and drink."

Abe Temple immediately retorted.

"You really dare to say... Then dare you follow along and join us in our training camp... Let you see what kind of hell the members of the Sekkei Great Kendo Club practice in every day..."

Sosuke Araki put his hands in his pockets and challenged the opponent.

"Hmph, wait and see. But after that, you must compete with me today." Abe Temple smiled disdainfully, and walked into the meat shop first.

"Sorry, sorry, we didn't want to leave just now, but to pick up a new friend..."

Entering the warm box, Araki Sosuke immediately greeted several "female college students" opposite him enthusiastically, and then forced the unknown Abe Temple into the two largest "girls".

"I would like to give you a grand introduction. This is the head of the Kendo Club from the University of Tokyo, the first place in this year's National Men's Kendo Conference, and the one who gave the sword title "Tachibana Piaoxue", Abe Temple!!!"

When Abe Temple, which seemed to be full of dazzling light, entered the box, the members of the Sekkei Great Kendo Club immediately melted into the darkness and turned into nothingness.

"Roar……"

The "girls" of the Waseda Women's Sumo Club, like beasts that have been hungry for many years, suddenly saw the tender, plump and juicy Wagyu beef. They turned their heads stiffly and excitedly, with a dazzling light in their eyes.

In the ears of everyone, it seemed as if the low roar of the prehistoric behemoth sounded.

At this moment, just standing behind Abe Temple, Araki Sosuke also felt the endless hunger, and experienced the fear of being stared at by several prehistoric behemoths at the same time.

Then, he decisively retracted his seat on the side of the Kendo Department.

The tutoring at Abe Temple was very good. After Sousuke Araki introduced it, although he noticed that the atmosphere seemed a little wrong, he still greeted everyone present with great restraint.

"Despicable outsider..."

"Damn it, why did Tachibana Piaoxue suddenly come out to win love with a sword? Originally, I was talking about that girl..."

With the arrival of Abe Temple, the originally pleasant box was immediately divided into two gatherings: "Abe Temple and Women's Sumo Club" and "Shikei Daikendo Club".

"In this way, what is the difference between a normal party..."

The members of the kendo club, who became small and transparent, could only gather with tears in their eyes and drank the stuffed wine.

And Abe Temple, at the center of the storm, was surrounded by four "girls" with huge bodies and beast-like appearances. Sosuke Araki could hardly see his figure.

"Aren't these Sejingda guys satisfied with the practice of using DVD?"

Feeling the huge power coming from around his arms, even Abe Temple, which has been practicing swordsmanship all the year round, could only find it hard to resist, as weak and helpless as he was in the eyes of a storm.

"It turns out that it is not only the cultivation of strength, but also a test of maintaining a normal mind and unmoved heart? These dark horses with a lot of trouble are really not simple..."

Looking at the frightening "beauty" of these women surrounding them, Abe Temple's back is cold, and only a trace of warmth can be obtained through the green tea in his hands.

Kendo is a sport that pays great attention to "ordinary heart". Not only must the audience outside the field remain absolutely quiet, the players cannot even cheer on the spot after winning, otherwise their results will be cancelled.

"However, I will not admit defeat."

Holding the green tea tightly, Abe Temple began to try to maintain a "normal heart" to fight against the physical and mental pressure brought by the heavyweight women in front of him, with a raging war spirit in his eyes.

Five minutes later, amid the excessive enthusiasm and desire of several female sumo wrestlers, he was undoubtedly defeated.

He was ups and downs in the heat wave, his sanity was a little trance, as if he saw a huge F key appearing in the void.

"Damn it, although I don't know why, but instinctively tells me that I can't press it. When I press it, everything is over...Is my kendo, in Shijingda's daily training, turned out to be so vulnerable? Everyone. , I actually survived this kind of training on weekdays."

It's not that Abe Temple didn't work hard, but that the "girl" of the sumo club was too strong, too shocking, and too enthusiastic to resist.

In order to compete for the position beside him, several "girls" have already drawn a circle next to him and started a push hand competition.

Abeji looked at the opposite row of men, already full of admiration.

"Huh, Abe Temple, you know it's amazing now."

Sosuke Araki, who was hiding in the corner with a beer, looked at the flower-like Abe Temple with satisfaction, in the storm...No, in the mudslide, it was gradually engulfed and disappeared.

By the end of the party, it was almost twelve o'clock.

When everyone said goodbye in front of the butcher shop, the disheveled Abe Temple was still firmly "controlled" by the sumo wrestlers, and invited him to the hotel to participate in the next "multiplayer sport."

Just as Araki Sosuke turned around and was about to run away, the guy Abe Temple was struggling out of the sea of ​​flesh and blood in a disheveled manner, and grabbed the corner of his clothes tightly.

"This... now can be compared with me... now."

At this moment, Abe Temple has long lost its previous delicate and refined image, panting heavily, and there are still several huge exaggerated lip prints on his face, and the originally fitted training clothes have also been pulled and deformed.

"You fellow, you really don't want to give up if you don't see Huang He, it just happens that my uncle is upset today, so I will force a fight with you..."

Seeing the other's indomitable eyes, Sosuke Araki squeezed his brows and showed a terrible smile.

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