Hirata Take Props Store has finally opened!

Under the charm of her "Swordsman" halo, female celebrities Haruta and bald Kobayashi bought a bamboo sword before leaving, and the remaining three TV station staff bought elephant embeds that act as souvenirs.

The bamboo sword is 1,400 yen, and the elephant is 900 yen.

Sales increased by 5,500 yen.

"That's great! This is the martial arts prop store. This week's first sales. Brother, I did a good job in sales unexpectedly!"

Saki held the banknotes, his face full of smiles, and praised Hirata by the way.

"Forehead......"

Hirata felt that the store was really miserable.

Today is Zhou Tian?

It only opened in seven days. Is this an antique store?

Don't open for a week, eat for a week?

Didn’t it mean that neon kendo is very popular?

Hirata fell into a big doubt.

Zaki didn't notice Hirata's question mark face, so he counted the banknotes again, then carefully stuffed them into his wallet, folded his hands together, and slapped with a snap.

"I decided to reward my brother, tonight's dinner is fried tofu, radish, miso soup!"

Saki announced with great momentum.

Hirata also had some impression that Saki's fried tofu radish miso soup tasted very good, and it tasted great with sesame paste.

In Saki's words, his own fried tofu, radish, miso soup is definitely as high-end as the things that are served in Xia Ting.

Zaoxi went back to prepare the ingredients first and left Hirata to see the shop.

While there was no one around, he began to study his "Sword Hero" system.

First, he swung the exchanged "Black Cat Sick" bamboo sword.

As fast and powerful as the bamboo sword is held in the hand, there is a kind of confidence that "no matter who is standing in front of him, he will definitely hit him."

In the middle posture, the bamboo sword drooped slightly and leaned slightly to the right. The bamboo sword shook to the left and stepped forward with a "dong".

Zhu Jian rushed forward as soon as possible, and imagined in his mind that the opponent took the first strike, stabbed him with a sword, retracted him in an instant, and then stabbed him again.

Three thorns of flat blue eyes were used in a flash!

If an ordinary person stood in front of Hirata, he would definitely be shocked by the momentum of his three-stage thorn.

Like a storm, there was an unprepared raid.

After experimenting with the "Black Cat. Sick" bamboo sword, Hirata picked up an ordinary bamboo sword on the shelves.

Holding the ordinary bamboo sword in my hand, I felt a sense of discomfort in an instant.

I first did a few moves of robe, cut the cassock (cut the right side) and cut the cassock (cut the left side) and cut the cassock (cut the left side).

After doing some exercises in line with the steps, Hirata frowned.

When the bamboo sword was swung out, there was a moment of slugging, and there was no smooth flow when using "black cat".

And I feel that my sword swing speed has slowed down a lot.

There is no "speed" attribute applied to the body by the "black cat. disease" bamboo sword, so has the speed slowed down?

Holding his breath again, and according to his muscle memory just now, he used his sword technique to "Ping Qingyan Three-Stip" thorn.

But this time the effect was not satisfactory, and Hirata stopped moving just by stabbing the first attack.

There is no need to display the second and third stings.

Such soft and continuous movements may be held back by the enemy in the first attempt?

Hirata sighed. It seems that in order to improve his sword skills, he cannot rely on the famous swords in the system. What is important is his own practice!

He carefully put the "Black Cat Sick" into the sword bag, then picked up an ordinary bamboo sword from the shop, stood behind the slightly empty shop, and did a surprise exercise.

While waving the sword, I felt the feeling that Okita's bamboo sword brought to me just now.

I practiced until I was sweating profusely before I stopped to rest.

I looked up at the clock and it was already past eight o'clock.

Zaoki probably has prepared supper.

Clean up, lock the store door, and walked towards the house with a sword bag.

......

The next day, the High School affiliated to the University of Technology.

Hirata stood at the school gate and watched the young and beautiful students walk into the campus with complex expressions.

According to his plan, he was to live at home first and get a start-up capital, invest in stocks, etc.

After all, with the advantages of the prophet, he still knows which stocks are valuable.

Unexpectedly, while enjoying my sister's fried tofu and radish soup, the school phone suddenly came.

The teacher on the other end of the phone said toughly that Hirata had skipped classes for many days and if he didn't come to the school, the school would do the job.

He didn't care much at first, but his sister said that his brother must go to school.

The store can be opened after he comes back from class.

Hirata is just in his second year of high school and has not had summer vacation yet. His academic performance is relaxed. In addition, he is a public high school and has not stayed at school for self-study, so he finished school at 3:00 in the afternoon.

In this way, he can return to the martial arts prop store to open around 3 pm, which is not too late.

Hirata thought for a while and agreed to her sister's suggestion.

This is why he is standing at the school gate now.

Digested with the host's memory, Hirata came to the door of Class A in 2nd Year.

Da! Da! Da!

The sound of gentle footsteps came from the corridor.

"Student Hirata, it's been a week since he came to school!"

A lazy female voice rang from behind.

Hirata turned around.

He is a tall and long-legged beauty.

The makeup is natural and light.

One head of brown hair is long on the back, and one side of the hair is hooked behind the ear.

Wearing a dark blue coat that is neither too fancy nor too rigid and a mini skirt.

An impressive pair of beautiful legs emerges from the mini skirt.

Searching the host's memory, Hirata remembers her as her English teacher - Tomomi Fujimasa.

After returning from abroad, he is about twenty-four or twenty-five years old.

An unattainable existence in the eyes of male students and male teachers.

Although I only have two years of teaching experience, my teaching results were unexpectedly good.

Well, she looks so beautiful, if she doesn't listen carefully to her class, she will probably be so ashamed that the male student will want to commit suicide by septum in every minute!

Shame makes things happen, and the results will naturally rise.

After complaining in his heart, Hirata was about to explain to the beautiful teacher, "Teacher Fujimaki, because of something..."

"Tell me about it."

Before Hirata could finish speaking, Teacher Fujimaki signaled to go to the guidance room with her.

The guidance room was empty, only the ticking clock was moving around.

Sitting on the office chair, Teacher Fujimaki looked at the sword bag on Hirata's back and was a little surprised, "Did Hirata carry a bamboo sword with her?"

"Because I am too obsessed with kendo, I always carry it with me."

Hirata showed a seemingly sincere expression.

In fact, it is not obsessed with kendo, but from the original host's memory, I learned that the bullying situation in the school is quite serious.

In order to prevent the overturning of the car and being beaten by a group of high school students, I brought the bamboo sword redeemed by the system.

I am a high school student, because I am obsessed with kendo and carry bamboo swords. Isn’t this very reasonable?

"Oh, that's how it is. I remember Hirata is from Kendo Club!"

Teacher Fujimasa replied with a smile, "But it is best to place the bamboo sword in the Kendo Club, which is also convenient for maintenance."

"OK."
To be continued...