Total Conceit: Begins To Carry The Confucian Students Through Everyday Life

At the beginning of the game, there was an extraordinary silence in the field.

Even if there is communication, most of them are close and soft-spoken.

Everyone doesn't want someone yelling and distracting themselves during the competition.

Therefore, comparing the heart to the heart, most of the others will subconsciously shut up when they compete.

But their silence does not mean that the audience will be quiet.

After all, no matter what the game is, there will always be gambling tables and unsuspecting spectators.

This shows that the respect of the players is meaningless.

"Big brother, who do you think will win?"

I don't know when I ran to Babai's side, Nagashui Yuji held the protective face, poked Babai's waist, and asked with a lively expression.

"Left." Ba Bai thought for a moment and said with a serious face.

"Why?" Changshui asked.

"Because he's stronger." Looking at the strong man of one meter and seven meters and a thin boy of one meter and six meters in the field, Ba Bai nodded affirmatively.

"What about you?"

"Me? I think the thin guy on the right will win.

After looking carefully for a while, Changshui said.

"Just because of this?" Ba Bai raised an eyebrow.

"Well, if you are short and thin, your sensitivity will not be bad, and the target is much smaller." Changshui explained.

"But in terms of strength and ability to resist blows, the strong may not necessarily be strong, but the thin may not necessarily be better than the overly strong." Babei said.

"But it's a game."

Changshui glanced at Ba Bai in surprise.

"Not everyone is like the eldest brother, you can casually pick up a bamboo knife and ask how to join the assembly while running after the entire kendo department."

"As long as you hit the weak point, you score, as long as you hit the point, you win, and the referees don't care if you can kill the opponent in terms of strength."

"This... Rather, too. He rubbed his forehead.

To be honest, this kind of rule is really quite unpleasant.

Those who have strength may be defeated by people who are only physically sensitive.

But if you think about it, there is no way around it.

Just like watching a full-armor fight before, I haven't seen anyone really wave the heavy soldier in their hand and pound the braincase of someone else with a helmet lock.

"Alas..."

The truth is just as Changshui said.

In the contact of a certain decision, the emaciated boy leaned on his sensitive and slightly shorter body, his short head was sideways, and in the negligence of the strong man, he tried his best to stretch out the bamboo knife in his hand and lightly touched the strong man's protective face.

And so it was won.

But fortunately, it was also a wonderful competition.

"Big brother, I'll go first." After watching the game, Changshui asked Ba Bai to resign.

"So soon?" Raising an eyebrow, Ba Bai asked.

"Your occasion is about to start?"

"Hmm."

Changshui nodded, glanced at the two people walking towards the venue, and said with some sighs.

"I really don't want to go against you big brother."

"But forget it, it's not bad to get a runner-up."

"Very confident." Ba Bai glanced at Changshui in surprise.

"Of course." Changshui nodded a little arrogantly.

"After all, this year's penance is not something that can be done casually."

"Okay, good luck." Ba Bai smiled helplessly and said blessedly.

"Haha! Borrow your auspicious words, and good luck to the eldest brother! Changshui nodded with a smile and said, and then left without looking back.

After Changshui left.

Ba Bai sat casually next to them with a protective face in the shocked eyes of the people around him, and once again returned to the situation of watching a play alone.

Watch every person who is either joyful, nervous, or lost, come on and off.

Unconsciously, the eyelids blinked again and again.

Kendo competitions are interesting for those who have placed bets and those who have the mentality of learning and watching the play.

None of the others will find it interesting.

After all, it is different from the scene in the game where you wear a bikini and hum all the way.

In reality, there is no difference between what is worn and mourning clothes, and you can't see the genre moves, and the sword competition that always ends in a moment.

It's really easy to get sleepy.

............

"Wake up! Ba Bai! "

There seems to be someone calling in my ears.

Turning his head, it was a noisy city, and the purple-haired girl was now far away, with a gentle smile like water on her face.

Then the neck and hands were stretched to the limit, and instantly appeared beside Ba Bai.

With a bitter look on his face, he shook his white arm.

"Wake up! You've got it! "

....................." opened

his eyes with a look of horror.

Looking blankly at the girl with long purple hair in front of him, Ba Bai patted his cheek, and then put his hand on her head.

Said with a sincere face.

"It's good, you're still normal."

???????????????"

Ji Zi looked at Ba Bai blankly.

Am I often not normal?

Quickly shook his head, and pushed Ba Bai's body.

"Hurry up! It's up to you! If you don't go to the referee, you will lose! "

Oooh, good!"

Ba Bai was also anxious, and quickly ran towards the field.

Seven million or something, it really doesn't matter!

But disrespecting the game, Ba Bai very disapproves!

.........

In the field, a man of one meter and seven looks at the opponent who is half a head taller than himself, strong like an orangutan, like a prehistoric dinosaur, running towards him.

Can't help but swallow spit.

Hit Nima! Lao Tzu is also not a sensitive flow, right!