The absolute gem of a certain comic series

Chapter 131 The world keeps turning

The other worlds are still turning slowly.

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Under the shade of a big tree.

A young man is sweating hard.

"Isshiki, what have you been doing lately? I watch you swinging the wooden sword every day. Why do you always keep the same posture after practicing?" Tomigashi Yuta squatted next to him and asked curiously.

The sun is shining high at the moment.

Isshiki immediately got into the mood right after finishing his meal.

His face was serious, and he waved the wooden sword with rigid movements. The wooden sword made a strong sound of wind, once and for all.

Whoohoo!

There was a faint sound in the air.

Issei Cheng just smiled at his good classmate's question, and the shining beads of sweat dripped down. Even if he was sweating profusely, the sacrifice of sweat would not be let down.

Because your physical fitness is improving every moment, you have the determination to move forward.

Tomigashi Yuta asked boredly: "Isshiki, didn't you say that at the beginning of school, the cutest girls in the class will be sorted out? How about now?"

Issei's movement of waving the wooden sword suddenly stopped, and he slowly let out a deep breath.

Then he leaned the wooden sword against the big tree, picked up the towel next to him and wiped his cheeks. He sat next to Yongta, drank a few sips of water, and took two more breaths.

Issei Cheng put his hands on the grass, looked up at the white clouds floating in the sky, and said leisurely: "How can that kind of thing be compared with now? I want to become a powerful chuunibyou! Hahaha!"

While laughing, Issei suddenly turned his head and smiled at Togashi Yuta: "Dark Flame Demon Lord! Have you received your application for the club?"

Yuta Togashi! ! !

Nervously shaking his head, he looked left and right, trying to find a crack to get in. How did this guy know? !

Unfortunately, no gap was found, and there were no other students around, so Togashi Yuta laughed awkwardly.

"Forget it about chuunibyou. It can't exist in the world. It's all the fantasy of a group of mentally ill people." Yuta Togashi asked in a hurry:

"Isshiki, how are you doing with your guitar practice? I've seen you being obsessed with sword practice lately."

This time it was Issei Makoto's turn to look stiff. It seemed that this was the case. For a period of time, I seemed to have forgotten to practice guitar...

Mingming had promised in the group that he would never forget it, but in the end, he became obsessed with practicing swordsmanship, and the guitar matter was put aside because of this.

Issei comforted himself:

Um! It doesn't matter!

Anyway, they don’t know, so go to hell with guitars and all that. My flowing hair is just for looking cool. I’m much more handsome dancing with a knife and stick than practicing guitar.

Moreover, it is not false, it is real strength.

Issei Cheng suddenly turned his waist and picked up the wooden sword next to him, and swung it twice casually. The wind whistled, and the sweat on his forehead continued to seep out. He didn't bother to wipe it away, and said with a bright smile:

"Look, wooden swords are so cheap, and I rejected the invitation from the Kendo Club, but I'm ready to join your club!"

"My club?" Yuta Togashi was slightly surprised and explained briefly: "It's not mine, it's Rikka's."

"Huh? I think I heard it's yours. Don't be embarrassed. I will try my best to support you. If you have any difficulties, just tell me." Issei patted him on the shoulder and comforted him.

Tomigashi Yuta remained silent, Isshiki's troubles were blown away by a gust of wind, and the pressure caused by the group friends' live broadcast gradually dissipated.

The two of them were blowing the warm breeze like this.

A magical voice came.

"Dark Flame Demon Lord!"

Kotori Yurikka came with a step that she didn't recognize, and stood in front of him with a proud face, hands on her hips. If it weren't for the slightly bulging cheeks on both sides, she would have thought she was really proud.

At this moment, Togashi Yuta really wanted to hold his head in his hands and roll on the ground. He couldn't help cursing secretly in his heart, "Dark Flame Demon Lord and so on should die, no!" Disappear as soon as possible!

Togashi Isamu opened his eyes too fiercely, jumped up from the ground, and used his hand as a palm knife to hit a certain chuunibyou classmate on the head.

Hit the bullseye!

"Ouch~" Xiaoniao Yulihua cried out in pain, with a look of aggrievedness on his face. He slowly put his hands on his head and slowly squatted down. Tears seemed to be shining in the sun at the corners of his eyes.

"Please stop talking!" Yuta Togashi burst into tears. Why did I go to high school in such a remote place?

Of course, it is to live the peaceful and everyday life that a high school boy should have.

But the source of all this evil started with her. Yuta Togashi gritted his teeth at this classmate. She was a neighbor above and must have heard many shameful words.

Am I easy? !

Togashi Yuta clenched his fists, placed them on the temples on both sides of Kotori Yurikka, twisted them repeatedly, and said solemnly and earnestly:

"Remember! Don't say it in person next time, especially when other students are around."

"Woo~" Kotori Yurikka looked at Isshiki Makoto, who was eating melon next to him, and said very sincerely:

"Isshiki-san, will you help me? We are on the same front, and our goal is to help the Dark Flame Demon Lord find himself."

"Well, okay, okay, Yuta, next time I will tell you what the purpose of my sword training is." Isshiki raised his hand and kept swinging it down.

"Really?" The two of them answered in unison, and stared at each other very passionately.

Issei suddenly felt uncomfortable. He stood up and patted his butt, leaving a handsome figure on his back. The breeze blew on the grass and his flowing hair, and at the same time, the wind brought sounds.

"When I create a club, I will shine brightly, so stay tuned!"

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And the other side.

The conversation among a group of people in a certain restaurant gradually veered off topic.

Ye Yu Jinghui asked: "Classmate Sawamura, why do I think you have turned gray?"

The Golden Retriever was like a cat with fried fur, its extremely supple and bright golden hair trembled slightly, its eyes fluttered and blinked lightly a few times, its face was a little red, but when it met the eyes of the two people opposite it, it hurriedly turned its head away. went and let out a disgruntled "Hmph!"

"I have always been fair, so I don't need your praise." Ying Lili boasted, which seemed to give herself courage. She exhaled slightly, looked at the two of them, and said without hesitation:

"You are not as powerful as Ye Yu. You are a new transfer student, but you hooked up with our school's sex buddy. Although you may have had an affair with An Yilun, you don't mind at all. You have a strong taste."

Ye Yu Jinghui's breathing stopped for a moment, and his big black eyes turned to the right. He found that Kato Megumi did not refute, and was still drinking tea calmly.

But something feels wrong.

Ye Yu Jinghui then slowly breathed out a sigh of relief and smiled. This smile was very charming.

Sitting directly opposite, Yingli's ears turned red. Her hands had nowhere to rest and she could only hold up the black tea base with trembling hands. The cup clattered on it, as if it would fall down at any moment, just because of the beautiful boy's killing. Too much force.

The smile at the corner of Ye Yu Jinghui's mouth became even more uncontrollable, and he said in a gentle tone:

"Sawamura-san, I know the identity behind your ace art. Being able to say something like this is as easy as eating and drinking water for you. Next time you think about it, don't be like you in a barren place without a little thought. .”

Yinglili was immediately unconvinced when she heard what he meant. After understanding what he meant, she lowered her head and looked down. Her passionate fighting spirit seemed to soften like a deflated rubber ball, and she fell limply on the table.

"Oh, Yohane-san, how did you know that Sawamura-san is a cartoonist of the Eighteen Bans?" Kasumigaoka Shiyu was interested. Four celebrities gathered in Toyozaki, and unexpectedly found it very interesting.

"Of course I joined the same group chat as her. Sawamura-san made wild remarks in it, and many group members knew about it." Ye Yu Jinghui said calmly, this was a lie.

Ying Lili wanted to refute it, but I obviously didn't say it, but she couldn't find any substantive reason to refute it. It was because there was insufficient evidence, so she chose to continue to be an observer.

Don't let the flames of embarrassment burn in me... It means I don't want to get burned...