"Cold wind, what are you going to do in the afternoon training?"

Iruka asked while eating lunch.

"I want to hit ten."

The cold wind takes a bite of sushi, and from time to time, I pick up some vegetables from the lunch boxes of red beans and Inuzuka Sa.

As for Iruka, Izumo Shenyue, and Gangzitie's bento?

I'm sorry, Hanfeng Jingxie is imminent.

"Cold wind, I think you're going to pair with Er Pang, you have an advantage over him." Gang Zi Tie squatted on the stool and feasted.

"Steel! Son! Iron!"

When Inuzuka saw it, she burst out.

She's good-natured and gentle, but if she bullies her dog, she explodes in minutes.

"Ah, sorry, sorry."

Gangzi Tie was busy cleaning up the rice grains on Bai Wan's body.

"Woooo..."

Shiramaru squatted on the table, wagging his tail, looking at the little master with two big watery eyes, and occasionally swept through the cold wind, Iruka and the others.

Bai Wan is very spiritual. Although he is hungry, he sits there quietly, waiting for the little master to feed him.

So Inuzuka Sa took a piece of sushi from Hanfeng's bento and fed it to Shiramaru.

"woooo~"

The little milk dog took a bite, squinted and chewed, and seemed to enjoy it.

Han Feng looked at it, suddenly remembered something, and couldn't help asking: "Xiaosha, ask a question, that...Do dogs have a sense of taste?"

"Of course there is."

Inuzuka Sa replied without thinking.

"How can the dog eat... Baba?" Han Feng asked curiously.

"Hanfeng, you bastard, don't ask such disgusting questions while eating!" Hongdou said angrily.

Inuzuka Sa replied: "Although dogs have a sense of taste, their sense of taste is very slow, especially they are not sensitive to smells such as sour odor, so dogs will..."

"I see!"

The cold wind understands, no wonder the dog can endure the unbearable, Xiu!

"Cold wind, are you really not worried about the actual combat training class in the afternoon?"

Shenyue Izumo was worried about Han Feng when he saw that Han Feng was so 'relaxed'.

The cold wind stuffed the last sushi into his mouth and said with a smile: "I'm not targeting anyone, but here... The one who sent the small note is all garbage."

If the cold wind is domineering, it will spread to the entire class in less than half an hour. Ito Erpang and others have passed a small note, one or two are all angry, and those who are eager to wait for actual combat training 's arrival

...

One o'clock in the afternoon, a corner of the Ninja School playground.

The stubborn bronzes from Class 8 of the second year have come here early to warm up, and the atmosphere before the war is very strong.

The cold wind lazily moved his fingers and wrists, but he couldn't see any nervousness on his face.

Red Bean, Inuzuka Sha, Iruka and other five people, I don't know when they have been far away from the cold wind, and they each have a sad expression on their faces, which makes the cold wind very painful.

Half an hour later, their actual combat training teacher, the head teacher of Class 1, Hiramatsu Taishi finally came over.

"Hello, classmates!"

Hiramatsu Taizhi is a middle-aged man, with a strong stature, one inch of hair, thick eyebrows and big eyes, but when he speaks, he shows a mouth of yellow teeth, and he seems to be an old smoker.

"Hello, Mr. Dazhi!"

The bronzes shouted hello.

Hiramatsu Dazhi looked around the crowd and confirmed that the number of people was all in just a few seconds. Then, without talking nonsense, he directly took out a seal scroll and placed it on the ground, and then made a seal with his hands.

boom!

In the white smoke, one by one ninja bag appeared on the scroll, no more or no less, exactly thirty.

"One person, one tied to their own legs!" Hiramatsu Taizhi said loudly.

"Yes!"

Ito Erpang was very excited, he used his wide body to squeeze the others away, grabbed it first, and quickly tied it to his thigh.

Han Feng stood at the end calmly, but suddenly he seemed to notice something, and when he turned his head, he saw the oily girl Yuyi wearing a high-necked trench coat quietly standing behind him.

The cold wind was startled.

"Yuyi, you... are here too."

Hanfeng wanted to complain, but the two were unfamiliar and wanted to say hello, but looking at the coldness on her face, she didn't know what to say for a while.

The oily girl Yuyi glanced at the cold wind, nodded, and said hello.

The cold wind laughed dryly, and the atmosphere was a little embarrassing.

Fortunately, the person in front took the ninja bag quickly, and soon it was the turn of the cold wind.

Han Feng picked up a ninja bag and first checked the ninja tools inside. There were ten shuriken, ten kunai, and twenty thousand copies. He touched it with his hand and found that these ninja tools were all solid wood. made, and the edges have been ground flat.

At the same time, Hiramatsu Taizhi said loudly: "Kajima-sensei told me that he told you about the skills of throwing ninjas yesterday, and you each wrote about your throwing experience, then I will take advantage of the heat to strike the iron, and today's actual combat training will be Mainly focus on ninja throwing! Divide yourself into two groups, A and B, with a group of 15 people, and conduct throwing training and confrontation!"

After the words fell, those students who passed on the small note gathered together in a very tacit understanding, there were fourteen people!

One more person left!

The cold wind moved in his heart and walked towards them.

"Moonlight Cold Wind, stop!"

Ito Futian was furious, "Don't come here, you are not allowed to come here!"

"Moonlight Cold Wind, are you a man? If you are a man, come and beat me!"

"We are group A, you are group B, you are group B! You go!"

"Yuyi, Yui, come to our group!"

This group of people is in a hurry. The purpose of their gathering is to teach Hanfeng a lesson. If Hanfeng is with them, they will be playing a fart!

Of course, Hanfeng didn't really want to go, but deliberately angered them. Now that the goal has been achieved, Hanfeng took two steps back with a smile, and then he found something was wrong. Looking around, he found Red Bean, Iruka and others. The formation of Group B has gone far away.

The cold wind felt the malice from the hearts of the little friends.

At the same time, Yui Yui also walked to Group A in response.

"Okay, the grouping is over!"

Hiramatsu Dazhi said, "Start the actual combat!"

Hello, where is the grouping finished?

The cold wind stood alone on the edge, very embarrassed.

But he didn't have time to complain, the opposing group A had already launched a frantic attack on him!

Fatty Ito shouted and threw two kunai, and then spilled five thousand copies. The rest of the classmates poured their ninja tools into the cold wind, and even Yui, the oil girl, followed the crowd subconsciously, facing the cold wind's calf. Throwing out two lily swords.

Hiramatsu Taizhi, who was watching the match, raised his brows: What's the situation?

The people in group A attacked one person at the same time?

Is it...

Hiramatsu Taizhi's eyes lit up: The people in group A are very smart, this is to gather the strength of everyone to eliminate one person first!

The cold wind looked at the various ninja tools oncoming, and an ambition in his chest suddenly died.

How many ants really want to kill the elephant!

Han Feng had already grabbed two shuriken in his hands, but there were too many kunai, shuriken, and a thousand shuriken in front of him.

Thirty-six strategies are the best!

Without saying a word, Han Feng tumbled one by one and hid behind the rest of Group B.

In the next instant, the second round of ninja attack from Group A poured in again.

"Run!"

Hongdou screamed and ran away.

Gang Zitie, Izumo Shenyue and others responded with strange screams, and of course they didn't forget to throw two kunai at Group A when they ran.

"Moonlight Cold Wind, don't run towards us!"

"Yeah, you go to the side to attract their firepower, so that our group B will definitely win!"

"Cold Wind, we will remember you!"

"Wang Wang!"

While dodging the opponent's attack, the bronze players in Group B screamed and let the cold wind be the target. One or two consciences were bitten by the little dog Shiramaru.

A serious thank you to book friends O Xiaobai Bread O and Zhu Tingfeng for their support!