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

The contest was lost.

The loss is distressing but comforting.

Distressed that years of hard work are like rags of broken wealth, being violently torn apart, and gratified that the opponent is not a straw bale.

A contest with a heart, but still dignified.

Her contest is over, but Ba Bai's contest has just begun.

Since your father said it was okay, then you let go of everything and won the game beautifully." In

order to no longer have this path in front of him, this unspeakable persuasion, Ba Bai can only move forward by any means, move forward.

Until one day, you can stand in front of anyone, point to anyone, anything, tell them.

'Do whatever you want, take whatever you want, don't worry and don't get lost, because I'm here.' And

he spoke without any hesitation in his eyes.

Wander away, but can also come back to mind again.

The referee waved the flag and the whistle signaled the start of the game.

His gaze was on the flirtatious opponent in front of him, and the noisy insect sound finally entered his ears.

"You're the guy who only dares to win by relying on the lower third-rate, hey, it doesn't look good."

That bedbug-like face was particularly harsh under the visor.

"Only dare to buy those above to make their own rounds, or the opponent puts water to pretend to be dizzy, and when you encounter those who do not eat this set, you only dare to defend against a sneak attack, what a garbage, you."

"How? Do you want to try to give me a sum of money and I'll let you win?" "

“...... Whew..." closed his eyes and whispered, looking at the bedbug in front of him that perfectly matched the villain settings in various game videos, Ba Bai shook his head helplessly.

"You, it should not be from the family or the school with a formal kendo department, you are lucky to be able to get to this point."

"I'm lucky to show up when I'm in a bad mood."

"Huh? How? Look down on? The

arrogant bugs clasped their bamboo knives and glanced at a few referees who were staring at the place from outside, his tone subtle but vicious.

"If you had just given me a sum of money, I might have been able to let you go, but now I not only have to ask for money, but you also have to kneel."

The referee scratched his head, I could hear it....

But this has nothing to do with the competition, he will not care.

The bed bug looks out of the field.

"By the way, garbage, you bought those two girls? Gee, good vision, it's a pity to follow you.

"Hey! I don't want money anymore, change it to her..."

A dull light sound instantly sounded from the arrogant bedbug, and the whole person was instantly like a curved bow and arrow.

The bamboo knife dangled from the hand.

The arrogant bedbug slowly knelt down.

"Gee, rubbish." Looking disdainfully at the bedbug that covered his stomach and vomited madly.

Throwing away the bamboo knife that exploded because of the straight stab in his hand, Ba Bai stretched out his hand towards the bunzi outside the field, and after a while, an intact bamboo knife was thrown in by the bunzi.

For kendo matches, except for the absolute prohibition of throat piercing, chest piercing is not prohibited, it is a defensive posture, but it does not score.

Therefore, even the one-point system cannot be carried out at all, and it does not judge whether it is won or lost, and it continues after recovery.

As for whether it was intentional injury? Although anyone who has seen it knows absolutely intentional, but.

Please, such a thick cowhide armor, you can't necessarily poke it with a real knife, let alone a bamboo knife with a soft texture.

But the game did not go on.

One is that the disgusting bed bug can't even say a complete word.

Second, after the discussion between the judges and the judges, although they did not know what was discussed, they still decided to win, but at the same time sternly warned that such situations should not occur again.

Although there were some regrets, Ba Bai still listened to the warning on the face.

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

Watching the referee leave, Rinko walked to Ba Bai's side.

"......" looked

at Ba Bai in silence for a long time.

Then it turned to concern.

"You killed him."

"No, how is it possible." shook his head. Ba Bai said with a relaxed smile on his face.

Putting away the writing given by the referee in his hand, Ba Bai glanced at Mizukawa and Sakurajima who were standing in the distance and looking towards this side.

"Senior sister, you asked them not to come?"

"Hmm." Tsuko nodded.

Then he said for the first time.

"You killed him."

"..."

"Senior sister, don't talk nonsense, it's just a straight stab, after all, there is such a thick cowhide armor, isn't it?" Looking at Ji Zi's eyes, Ba Bai said word by word.

"And can Senior Sister calm me down for a while? For example, something else, what you want to eat tonight, whether you want to have fun.

"Maybe the referees and judges have been in a competition within the framework and have never seen it." Junzi shook his head, his eyes stubbornly looking at Ba Bai.

"But I once saw people fighting in the dojo stabbed with bamboo knives, and the people who were stabbed did not last for half a year."

"As for the cowhide armor, it means nothing to you, does it?"

"......" his

eyes stared tightly at the stubborn Jizi.

Ba Bai gritted his teeth.

Finally relieved.

"I don't hide from you."

"Yes, so what?"

The eyebrows were slightly raised, but the sight was gradually cold.

"I stabbed him in the stomach and disrupted his homeostasis, and if nothing else, he can only rely on liquid food to save his life in the future, and by the way, his stomach cramps to death from time to time."

"And if my grasp of the power is good, with the current medical treatment, I can't find out for the time being."

"How?"

"Does Senior Sister Poison Island want to call the police?"

Looking at the face in front of him, which was no more than a palm away from him, Junzi shook his head calmly.

"Nope."

"Oh, thanks." Ba Bai nodded, indicating understanding.

Then he turned and left for the field.

Looking at the two separated, Sakurajima glanced at his back to him with some worry, and quickly ran towards Babai.

Mizukawa, on the other hand, glanced at the departing Babai and Sakurajima who followed him, scratched his hair that had become increasingly messy in the past two days with a strange look, and then walked towards Poison Island Tsuko.

Just now everything was fine, why did it suddenly make trouble?

PS: Well, this chapter is not enough, push to the next chapter