Chapter 550 You Told Me This Is a High School Student?

The dojo is in the traditional Neon martial arts dojo, covering a large area. Even though this is in the suburbs of Tokyo, it is not easy to own such a large dojo.

The entire dojo is surrounded by low white walls, extending far to both sides. However, the gate is different from the traditional dojo. It is unusually large. If it is fully opened, it may be large enough for tanks to enter and exit. The name of the dojo should be hung under the green bricks of the door, but this dojo does not have it.

So far, everything is normal. If that is all, the people of Kaihin Comprehensive High School will only sigh that the funds for this joint training are really sufficient, and then excitedly go in and meet up with people from other schools, instead of standing outside the door looking at each other at a loss.

"We, really want to go in?"

A boy carrying a bamboo sword bag whispered.

"Yeah, we must have gone to the wrong place, right?" Another boy also said.

"It feels like a very bad place. If we go in, we will be killed, right?" A cute girl trembled in her voice.

Seaside Comprehensive High School is a comprehensive high school, that is, a comprehensive high school with general high school courses and vocational high school courses. The school was formed by the merger of three schools. The school covers a large area and adopts a credit system. It is a popular school in the seaside area. Therefore, the source of students is very good, and the proportion of girls is quite high. There are five or six girls among the dozen people in the kendo club alone. Of course, there are far more girls in the kendo club of Sobu High School than them, but the proportion is not as good.

The girl who spoke was from the general department, and the other few were from the vocational department. They might become gentle childcare workers or caregivers in the future.

At this time, they all looked timid, looking at the building called "Dojo" in front of them, as if they saw a devil from hell with its mouth wide open.

The little-known Kendo Club, which had no sense of existence in school, suddenly received an invitation to a joint training camp. They were so happy that they even made snacks by themselves to share with students from the opposite school, but...

Outside the courtyard of the dojo, there were many strange-shaped motorcycles parked beside the not-so-high wall. The backrests were higher than each other, the exhaust pipes were more flamboyant than each other, and the colorful flags were written with messy slogans, such as Ai Luo Wu Yong (i love you), Ye Lu Si Ku (please advise)... If you don't know, you might think you have traveled back to the most rampant era of the bikers.

However, it is worth mentioning that these motorcycles are parked very neatly. Not only are the fronts of the motorcycles close to the wall, but they seem to be arranged according to height, weight, and size. Looking from a distance, there is a strange sense of beauty. If you have obsessive-compulsive disorder here, you will definitely ignore the strange decorations of the motorcycles and focus on the neat arrangement.

By the way, the exhaust pipes are also polished to a bright shine, which is very dazzling under the morning sun. I don't know how much grinding paste is used to polish them.

Not only a few girls were at a loss, but the boys were also at a loss. As the head of the Kendo Club, Sanqianyo Liuzhi frowned and wondered what he was thinking. To be a head, he would not be an ordinary student with no ability at all. In fact, being the head of a deserted club and being the president of a popular club are not much different. The difference is that the difficulty of the latter is that you need to compete with a group of equally excellent people, while the former has to work hard to lure new people to join and prevent the club from being banned. If you think about it carefully, the former may be more difficult. After all, you have to keep encouraging yourself to prevent even the head of the club from wanting to quit.

Sanqianyo naturally knows how excited the members are to be invited to participate in the joint training camp. You know, among the participating schools, there are traditional powerhouses such as Dongcheng High School. Kaijiu High School is slightly worse, but it can also be regarded as a strong kendo school. If you can get the guidance of the other party, maybe the swordsmanship will make great progress. If you successfully establish a long-term relationship, recruiting new people in the next school year will not be so difficult.

Thinking about this, he tried to recall if he had made any mistakes, while looking at the only person in the team who didn't carry a bamboo sword:

"Yusheng, did you really confirm it just now?"

The man called Yusheng was a boy with a fashionable Korean hairstyle. He looked handsome and was not an ordinary person. If he put a knitted shirt on his shoulders, he would definitely be an elite returned overseas student.

Yusheng raised his eyebrows and said:

"Sure! How could I make a mistake with such simple information?"

While speaking, he raised his hands and kept circling them in front of his chest, as if he was turning a wheel or performing some kind of secret religious ceremony.

Michiyo listened to Yusheng's words mixed with English, and a constipated expression appeared on his face. This guy usually speaks like this, why is his Chinese score so good? He resisted the discomfort and asked again:

"Is the person you are dealing with from the Sobu High School Student Union or the Kendo Club?"

Hearing this, the other people from Seaside High School also looked over. This Tamasawa was not from their Kendo Club, but a cadre of the Student Union, whose full name was Tamasawa Shun. Because this was the first time the Kendo Club received an invitation to practice with other schools, in order to avoid them not knowing the process (to avoid embarrassing the school), the Student Union specially sent a capable person to help.

If it weren't for the fact that he was the next president candidate that the Student Union unanimously favored, Michiyo would have driven this guy away long ago.

"It's the manager of the Kendo Club. He is really an excellent person. The plan for this training camp is really good, and the executive force is also admirable. I am looking forward to communicating with him later..."

Yu Shengjun was not as serious as the others. While talking, he was still turning his hands in front of his chest. The movements of his hands have a peculiar charm, a bit like Tai Chi. A big watermelon is cut in the middle and half is given to you and half to him. But Yusheng didn't seem to have any intention of giving away the watermelon, he just held it in his chest and rolled it over.

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The corners of Michiyo's mouth twitched. Although he didn't understand several words, it didn't matter, because he knew it was definitely useless nonsense and he already knew the information he needed. Unlike our own school, where students are contacted, Sobu High School is contacted entirely independently by the Kendo Club. The decision to invite students to stay together must have been made by the Kendo Club themselves.

"Did you just contact the manager? Don't you have the contact information of their minister? Otherwise, please contact their manager in case the information is wrong."

"NO~NO~"

Yu Shengjun made exaggerated body movements and successfully attracted everyone's attention. Except for a few little girls who had confused expressions, the boys all showed uncomfortable expressions. It was obvious that they had been suffering from him for a long time.

"Sanchiyo has too little experience. I'm not blaming you, but you lack professionalism. Such activities are all handled by the club manager, whether it's contacting other schools or renting premises. , the schedule is all. Therefore, the question you raised is meaningless (meaningless), and contacting the other party's director will only expose our ignorance. However, it is understandable, after all, there are too few people in your kendo department and there is no manager position. , it’s understandable that you don’t know this, so I’m here to help you, but students Michiyo and everyone don’t have to feel sad or discouraged. As a cadre of the student union, I will try my best to help you!”

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Now it's not just Michiyo and the boys, but also the girls in the kendo club are gnashing their teeth.

Knowing that we have no experience, why not let us take this opportunity to accumulate experience? You talk a lot about helping us, but why don’t you have any actual plan at all? What on earth did you say? ?

Michiyo's facial expression became a little ferocious. He took a few deep breaths and tried to tell himself that this guy will become the president of the student union next year. Even if he is a bastard, he is still a high-ranking bastard. If he is beaten now, he will definitely be reduced again next year. Club funds, so he tried his best to smile and said:

"Do you have any solution for Jade Rope?"

Poor Michiyo, his voice was extremely hard, as if he had swallowed a piece of hot coal.

As soon as these words came out, it was as if he had finally hit the radio waves. The handsome guy Yu Sheng's relaxed and comfortable expression finally became a little more serious and he entered a state of thinking.

Seeing this scene, everyone in the Kendo Club of Haibin High School looked at their minister with admiration. They didn't know whether they were sighing that he could keep up with the rhythm of this jade rope, or thanking him for his self-sacrifice and dedication.

Three Thousand Representatives smiled with an ugly expression. Although many Japanese words are imported words, their pronunciation is almost the same as English. In other words, their pronunciation is actually much more standard than Japanese English. But deliberately mixing English words and speaking, the awkward feeling is really uncomfortable. This made him admire the jade rope. How did this guy enjoy it?

Yu Shengjun over there said after thinking for a moment:

"You guys wait here, I'll go check out the conditions inside."

Hearing this, everyone in the Kendo Club who had looked ugly just now was stunned. They thought that the elite of the student union would finally choose to contact Sobu High School to confirm the situation. After all, it was not a good choice to go back home or go to a place that looked very bad at first glance.

Unexpectedly, Yu Shengjun was still somewhat responsible, and he actually stepped forward to go in and explore the situation.

No wonder he is so popular in the student union. Although he is a bit strange, he is a good person!

Michiyo thought this way, stepped forward and patted Yu Shengjun on the shoulder, and said solemnly:

"If you are in danger, just shout loudly and we will rush in to save you."

This is a lie. If there is really a danger, they will definitely pretend to be passers-by. After all, there are so many motorcycles that they can't escape.

But now that Yuseng is so loyal, Miqianyo feels that he should also say something powerful. But what he didn't expect was that the handsome guy opposite had a baffled look on his face.

"There is a fight two hundred meters away. I can definitely attract the police if I shout. Why should Sanchiyo-san throw himself into a trap?"

Everyone in the Kendo club looked in the direction of his finger, and saw that less than three hundred meters away from the dojo was the intersection of this area. It was a small house, with a golden sunrise hanging on the door, and a patrol policeman. The bicycle is parked at the door, obviously not abandoned.

This discovery made everyone's expressions become exciting again. Over there is Kouban, then...why are there so many Bosozoku motorcycles parked here?

Onizuka didn't hear this. If he had heard it, he would have staggered them with his huge chest muscles, and then asked loudly, "Is it illegal to ride a motorcycle? Ah? Is it illegal to have a party next to Kouban? Is it illegal to park a motorcycle next to Kouban?" What if I run out of gas and need help?”

You are brave and resourceful, Michiyo sighed with admiration again, and at the same time, any embarrassment in his heart disappeared.

Under the gaze of the kendo club members who seemed to be seeing off his mother, Tamansawa Shun walked towards the gate of the dojo in the middle of the motorcycle.

At this moment, a black car with a Shinagawa license plate slowly drove in from one end of the street. The exquisite paintwork gleamed in the bright sunshine, and there seemed to be no dust at all.

The few people who were standing on the road and looking at the dojo hurriedly pulled over to avoid it, but what they didn't expect was that the black car drove slower and slower as it got closer to them, and it stopped completely when it reached the dojo gate.

What's going on? Are we so conspicuous that we're going to be scolded?

I don't know if it's out of love for children or simply a desire to show off authority, but Neon is not short of adults who will teach a lesson to students who are just wandering around on the street. Especially since they have been standing here for a while, let alone nosy adults, the patrolmen who are on duty will come to see if they are lost children or guys who want to break into houses and steal things.

Well, of course, anyone with eyes and a normal brain would not pay attention to stealing things in this dojo.

The people of Haibin High School had doubts in their hearts, and the elite Yusheng Jun came over and prepared to explain.

Under the nervous gaze of everyone, the back door of the black car opened.

A long leg stepped out first, and then a super handsome guy suddenly appeared.

Hmm? Not a serious middle-aged uncle? Not a bald gangster?

Where did this handsome guy come from?

The people of Haibin High School were all stunned, and even Yusheng Jun, who had already put on a smile and was ready to speak, was speechless.

Who is this guy? He is even more handsome than me?

Yusheng Jun considered himself the most handsome and talented student in Haibin High School in the 100 years since its establishment. He never thought that today in this remote suburb, he would see a boy who crushed him in all aspects in terms of appearance and temperament.

Yes, a boy. Although he was riding in a black Toyota sedan that only old-fashioned people like, the boy who came out was dressed very young.

Not to mention his tough and handsome face, the silver-gray hooded sweatshirt, white cotton sweatpants, casual shoes, and refreshing short hair make him look like a high school male protagonist from a comic book.

The eyes of the girls in the kendo club have changed. The girl who majored in childcare has even thought about how to take care of her own children in the future.

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