The Wonderful Daily Life of Nogizaka

As soon as these words came out, not only the staff who were watching had strange expressions on their faces and whispered among themselves, but the faces of the curator and his group also gradually turned ugly.

If they were asked to fight this monster, they certainly wouldn't have the guts. After all, everyone knew that going up to him was just looking for abuse, and it would be a thankless task for them to lose face and dignity.

But it would be fine if everyone knew about this kind of thing. If it were to be exposed to the public, it would undoubtedly be exposing the scars. It would not save them any face at all, and everyone would feel embarrassed and embarrassed.

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The curator endured the emotional discomfort and tried to explain in a low voice: "Kubo-san, it's not that we are scared, it's just that we have some special reasons today——"

"What special reason?"

After delaying time again and again, but never making a decision, Osamu Kubota's patience had already been worn out, so he interrupted the other party's words and said coldly: "Is there any reason why I can't say it publicly? Otherwise,

Wouldn’t it be enough to give it a try? It’s just a competition anyway. Your gym is a well-known kendo gym, so your disciples can’t be so weak, right?”

The curators' cheeks couldn't help but twitch, and their expressions suddenly became even more embarrassing.

On the side, Otomo Keishi watched the show silently with a smile.

This scene had been expected by him, because after witnessing what someone did in the gym that day, he understood that with the level of Chenwu Kendo Gym, he would not be the opponent of that young man.

, so I deliberately revealed the curator’s contact information to Osamu Kubota just to watch today’s show.

As expected, the curator and others did not dare to take action at all. As a result, not only was Kubota Shu's face lost, but his method of making trouble was blocked, but he had no choice but to vent his anger on these people, which intensified.

"That's enough! Producer Kubo, please speak with some respect. Our curator is not the kind of person you say!"

After several more explanations, but they were all rebuffed by Osamu Kubota, a disciple brought by the curator finally couldn't help but stand up for his master and opened his mouth to refute.

"Oh? Not that kind of person? Then who do you think he is?"

Osamu Kubota doesn't have a good temper. In other words, no matter how good his temper was originally, it is difficult to maintain his good temper now that his original plan has failed and his face is at stake.

He glanced at the young disciple and said unceremoniously: "You are hesitant and timid, but you have the nerve to say that you are professional swordsmen? I think even my dog ​​is more courageous than you!"

"What did you say!"

After all, martial arts practitioners are all hot-tempered, and they are young and care about face the most. In addition, they have been ridiculed by the opponent for so long. Even if they can endure it, these disciples can't help it anymore. They widen their eyes and point with their fingers.

other side.

"Don't you still understand what I'm talking about? A group of guys who claim to be professionals don't even dare to spar. I think their usual swordsmanship training is as good as a dog's belly!"

Osamu Kubota thought he had discovered the reason for the hesitation of this group of people. He glanced at Keishi Otomo, who was smiling and watching the show. He was almost sure that the other person did not want to offend Keishi Otomo, the supervisor, so he was so hesitant.

As he became more angry, he became even more merciless.

"hateful!"

"Director, I ask for a duel with him! Let him see how powerful our gym is!"

The disciples suddenly became excited, their faces turned red with anger, and they all turned to look at their curator with indignation and spoke loudly.

Osamu Kubota was not afraid at all, and sneered: "Duel? We are professionals. You only dare to duel with people like me who have hardly practiced kendo. Forget it if you don't have any skills. I didn't expect that you don't even want to show your face."

Yes, hehe!"

"shut up!"

"Shut up? Why, are you afraid of others telling you that you are incompetent?"

"I'm incompetent? If you duel with me, I can cut you down with one move, you loser!"

"That's right. If it weren't for my master's sake and your shriveled appearance, would you still be able to continue standing and talking to me?"

"You brat, you think you'll be great after just a few days of swordsmanship, don't you? Do you know—"

"You know what the hell! If you really get into the ring, I'll beat you so hard that your mother won't even recognize you!"

"What did you say? Say it again!"

"You can say it ten more times! Uncle good-for-nothing!"

...

The young and energetic disciples' emotions were ignited and they could no longer care about so much. The anger that had been restrained before burst out at this time, and they ran out of the house saying anything. Osamu Kubota, who was already in a gloomy mood, was naturally irritated.

The two parties immediately started quarreling with each other.

The onlookers looked at each other in shock. They never expected that it would be such a weird scene. It was intense and even a little funny. The person that Producer Kubo hired himself actually started a quarrel with him? What is this? Do you want to go up and help?

Nobuhiro Watsuki had a wry smile on his face, while Keishi Otomo couldn't help but gloat. He glanced to the side, but was surprised to find that someone actually stepped forward to break up the fight at some point.

"Okay, okay, stop arguing. Let's all take a step back and calm down. Just treat it as a favor for me, okay--"

As if they had encountered a natural enemy, all the disciples who were filled with indignation and anger just now saw this guy coming up, and they all stopped silently with tacit understanding, their expressions were stern, and their anger seemed to be thrown out of the sky in an instant.

"Did you hear what they were saying? Dirty words! How can young people today be so unqualified-" Osamu Kubota was obviously still angry.

"I know, I know, Kubo-san, don't be like them, just calm down-"

Baiyunshan patted the other party on the shoulder, and as if he were one of his own people, he offered him some kind words and put their arms around each other.

"snort!"

Osamu Kubota also reacted at this time and threw away the opponent's arm angrily. He was so irritated for a moment that he almost forgot that this guy was the main purpose of today.

But what makes him a little depressed is that this guy seems to have some kind of ability to take things astray. Whether it's the conversation upstairs or the thing just now, it always develops in some ridiculous direction inexplicably.

Then I left, completely deviating from the original plan, and it was so crooked that it made me want to vomit blood.

However, what surprised him even more was what the other party did next.

After seeing that the atmosphere had temporarily calmed down, Baiyunshan did not show any gloating. Instead, he turned to look at the curator and his group, who seemed to have no intention of staying here anymore and were about to leave silently, and called out to stop.

got them.

"Mr. Curator——"

The curator hesitated for a moment and then stopped: "Excuse me...is there anything else?"

"It's nothing serious. Since it's inconvenient to have a discussion, then forget it, but I think it's rare for you to come here once, so it would be a pity to leave like this, so -"

Baiyunshan smiled slightly, his expression seemed to have some deep meaning, and he slowly suggested: "How about we use another way to demonstrate?"

Looking at the deep meaning in the eyes of the young man in front of him, the curator opened his mouth slightly and froze on the spot.