Chapter 26 It's time to shock them a little Rika

It has been a while since the great battle between the Dragon King of the Fierce Ghosts and the Eight New Stars of the Snake Qi Family.

During this period, Fujimaru Rika spent most of her time reading literature, or was busy with her duties as a student, such as——

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Tokyo Time, April 9, 2006, at 12:00 a.m. Friday, the weather is cloudy.

The rains hit the windows on both sides of the dance hall of Fengqi No. 3 Middle School. The ticking sound was like a chaotic ups and downs of the piano playing the piano. Layers of water were stuck on it, disturbing the light that shot into the dance hall like a curtain.

The muffled thunder rolled back and forth in the cumulonimbus clouds, but the hall was extremely quiet.

The woman sat upright in a corner of the stage, with no extra light beads beside her, so her long dark hair pouring down like a waterfall was scattered on her back, falling down along the graceful curve, and shining with the cold white outside the window.

"You are here, President."

The black-haired woman suddenly spoke, put her hips on her ankles, her upper body was straight, and her hands were placed on her knees with regular temperament. Her body was dignified and deserted, and she did not look squint. She seemed to be hiding a hawk circling the sky in her indifferent eyes, cold and sharp, staring at the darkness deep on the other side of the stage.

"I'm here, Yukiho."

The response to her was also a girl, her voice was pleasant and clear, and it made people feel itchy when she first heard it. Unlike the sweetness of honey, it was like a citrus soaked in salt water. Her tone was upright but she didn't make a noise. It was the "lazy and dynamic" contradictory charm that belonged to girls and middle school students.

The light in the black-haired woman's eyes relaxed for a moment, but it was not extinguished.

"I really don't know this!"

The girl walked out of the shadow on the stage, and her shoulder-length orange-red hair was extremely eye-catching.

Yukiho has seen similar judo duels on TV. The two masters competed their skills in mid-air. After spinning in the air for countless rounds, they fell down, but neither of them could touch the ground on their backs.

The scene was like a group of demons dancing, and all the students were shouting madly, like the festival scene of an evil church, but the school leaders ignored it. They clapped happily, as if they didn't have the chaos in their eyes. They looked at him and said to the girl.

"I must come." The red-haired girl confirmed for the second time.

"Hi Hi!! Thank you for your support! The above is the performance project of Fujimaru Rika and Mizushima Yukiho in Class 3, Grade 3, Grade 3, "Mitsushima's Wonderful Adventure"! Telling the fateful showdown between the three generations of club joint department ministers and student presidents! PS Colon, adapted from a real story~~"

Raphael, it's Raphael!

Suddenly, the originally dark dance hall was filled with continuous crackling sounds. The original single beam was completely covered, the whole audience lit up, and the darkness under the stage became clear.

Yukiho stood up, but she never supported the ground with her hands during this process.

Listening to the cheers that were overturned and the confession secretly mixed with cheers, the girl named Fujimaru Rika looked back, and the holiness on her face instantly melted and showed a cheerful smile. Her voice also changed from the previous seriousness and unruly to the lively and passion that junior high school girls should have, as if the sound of the Yangjiao.

When the red-haired girl opened her eyes again, there was no room for forgiveness in her orange eyes, leaving only a cold look like the noble king looked down on the world. This gaze was not warm, but it seemed to burn Minister Yukiho's heart. She suddenly became furious as she looked at the eyes, and she strode forward and let out a low roar.

“No need to say more.”

Just when Yukiho was so confident—

If you ask how to describe the girl's appearance, most people will only spit out unknown poems like this, because their brains naturally feel that describing her beauty in vernacular is like blasphemy.

"Hey! Hey! What's your mood now!"

Yukiho's behavior immediately aroused public anger, and the audience burst into flames almost instantly, boiling like an iron ball of thousands of degrees Celsius poured into Fandari.

“.Hey?”

"The same is true for Yukiho. Whether it is pursuing judo or focusing on his studies, I heard from your classmates that you are writing romance novels recently, so it is okay to fight in which direction. But—"

Moving his buttocks for a few centimeters, his arms quickly dived down and hooked the inner side of Fujimaru Rika's thighs, and his body moved to the side!

"Fuzumaru Rika↑ Xiang ↓!!!———————”

"Yueho~ But do you really dare to wait for me here?"

"Don't let me look at my teeth!!"

Fujimaru Rika's eyes were soft.

"The president is so handsome--"

Her voice was very low, as if she was suffering from a terminal illness and was about to be in a lifetime.

"There is no problem with Lixiang. During these days, the fierce ghosts have not moved. Lixiang is in very good condition, so it is a bit better than that. I suggest that my family send someone to test the mental state and the remnants of the students in this junior high school."

Quick, no matter how fast!

He is the angel who falls into the world and exercises healing techniques, and the dominant angel the next day! The monarch of the powerful angel! The guardian of the tree of life in the Garden of Eden! Standing in front of the throne of God!

The words of both sides are really confusing. I just feel that there is an ancient style of heroism, which is a martial arts scene that was active in the 1960s and 1970s. It seems that what is dripping here is the scarlet rain washed after the swords and halberds crowed, and the wind blowing is the wind blowing by the tombs of the tombs of ancient steles.

"Small hoof, stop!"

No, there is indeed light!

The light in the dance hall suddenly changed, and the originally pale lights became more gathering, holy, hitting the girl, as if countless wings were stretching towards the horizon.

The real judo masters are almost close to cats, and it is difficult to land on their backs as long as they don’t want to.

It is the pure white that heals all evil and wounds!

Yukiho's face trembled, his eyes and expression changed in an instant, and he finally suddenly buried his face in Fujimaru Rika's chest, curled up, thrusting and sobbing.

"Actually, I know! I don't care about those two pusses at all. I just want to leave wonderful memories with you before graduation!"

This palm, one grab, seems simple, but only Yukiho himself knows it

This second, this scene was the result of her simulation of 3,624 times!

The girl's determination voice kept echoing, while the student president closed his eyes and smiled frivolously without refuting.

The results of the simulations over three thousand times began to be arranged. When Fujimaru Rika tightened her thigh and kicked her into her arms, Yukihobu naturally made the most correct response.

"I know."

After 2006, isn’t that the era of orthodox another world? It’s a golden period when toilet paper is rampant. A plot like this will definitely lead to a big death in the light novel market (sad)

What, I want to ask why Fujimaru Rika knows this? After all—

Yukiho's momentum was getting higher and higher. She looked at her and Fujimaru Rika's arms, and a little flushed rose on her face. The pink tongue swept across her dry lips, and her hands moved faster and faster.

"You're defeated." Fujimaru Rika nodded in agreement.

"I know you will definitely come." The black-haired woman sighed again.

The student president’s curse against the Minister of the Joint Department of the Society, which was passed down for three generations, called the Curse of Destiny!

Fujimaru Rika then raised her head and shone her light on her face, revealing her eye-catching ice-skinned and jade-like skin. She is elegant and elegant, with a spirit of spirit, beautiful eyes flowing, and her peach cheeks are as singular as orchids, and she is so heroic and gentle.

Her vision blurred.

Smoothly circled and removed the opponent's strength, Xuesui suddenly changed the rhythm, the center of gravity swayed, her body stagnated and burst out, and while turning sideways, her straight hand pierced out of the air.

The soft voice of Fujimaru Rika.

Regardless of the inexplicable fate, the protagonist lost the final showdown after the development, and was turned against him by the enemy. The villain quickly cleared himself in the last episode, and even included the protagonist in the harem.

The girl was ecstatic.

"Senior Goto and Senior Kuramoto never escaped. They just found out what they really should do after asking themselves."

"You're still here after all." The brunette sighed.

"I don't know, it's up to you."

The sound of the floor that was about to be overturned was rolling!

"Will I give up judo, too?"

The slaughtering warrior will finally come to an end. Her straight and plain white knife was broken like moonlight, her dignity was also broken, and many of her things were completely bent and broken by the woman in front of her!

Looking down at the loser Fujimaru Rika no longer had her previous arrogant appearance, her face gradually calmed down.

This is by no means a weak temptation, but a practical comparison of the two sides' understanding of "martial arts"!

"I miss you so much! I cried in the bed for 9 hours, collapsed 1,996 times, hit 903 times, the wall slashed my arms 8 times, hallucinations appeared three times, auditory hallucinations appeared nine times, slapped myself 16 times, and felt a sense of death once, I fainted just now, and now I woke up. Seeing that it was getting dark outside, I suddenly collapsed again, because I couldn't even figure out how you were so handsome and capable. How did you do it? I miss you so much, President, you are the treasure in my heart ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah

"Then come on."

"It's the president--"

At the same time, a woman in casual clothes and red sun hat in the back row of the audience on the stage said with a smile on her lips.

"but."

Two judo masters = perpetual motion machine, theoretical proof is complete!

The girl held the sleeve tightly and roared with a ferocious smile.

"President (hoarse)!!!"

Rub, sweep, slide, press, and push, seemingly simple movements continue to repeat, and the speed also increases.

"I know. In reality, senior Goto originally planned to inherit his family's factory, and has always been struggling with whether to resign from his seat as the Minister of Karate, because that will affect his academic status."

The cold words seemed to be some kind of signal. The huge dance hall was extremely silent, but at this moment, there was a sudden sound of mechanical twisting and gears collide. With that sound, a pale light also hit the columnar shape, illuminating the two people on the stage.

Yukiho's brain flashed through many thoughts in an instant, and the one who helped her return to her was Fujimaru Rika who came to her.

After a few seconds of physical sensation, a deafening sound of wooden boards breaking sounded in her ears. The shaking lens returned to normal, and she saw the picture clearly.

"Fuck me!!"

The girl named Yukio raised her eyes and showed her fair and beautiful face, and said in a stern voice.

This is a destined showdown.

"I know, too."
To be continued...