The task Chu Zihang gave him was to swing his sword three thousand times a day.
The true skill is to practice a simple movement until it is incomprehensible, practice it until it is impossible to dodge, and it becomes a rule.
Many beginners who have not yet started kendo feel that Lu Zefei's exercises are useless, but those who truly understand kendo know how terrifying this young man's talent is.
In fact, this young man swung his sword three thousand times a day, but every sword strike had the same strength and stability.
Even after wielding the Three Thousand Sword, the young man's breathing was still long and steady, and there was no sign of any disorder.
Every time he draws his sword, it is like a mechanical program designed in advance, like an idle robot. No matter the angle, frequency or force, it is terrifyingly accurate.
It wasn't until about six or seven in the evening that Lu Zefei ended his training for the day.
Chu Zihang was particularly satisfied with Lu Zefei's attitude.
I didn’t complain about the monotonous swinging of the sword, nor did I give up because of the heavy training load.
He valued Lu Zefei's character very much, and he had the same strong heart as him.
Now Lu Zefei finally felt a little tired.
Even with his current physical condition, wielding a sword for an afternoon would indeed be tiring.
At this moment, his muscles were still sore.
After the training, he didn't even have the strength to walk, and had to rely on facial paralysis Chu Zihang to support him in order to walk.
"Muscle soreness is normal. Soreness proves that the purpose of training has been achieved. Go back and take a hot bath. Go to bed early today. Don't stay up late or eat greasy food." It's rare for Chu Zihang to say so many words at once.
"Brother Chu, your swordsmanship is really amazing." Lu Zefei praised sincerely.
In the second half of the sentence, Lu Zefei originally wanted to say, "Brother Chu, you deserve the title of King of the Children's Palace."
However, it was nothing to quarrel before, but now there is actual combat training, and Chu Zihang has the opportunity to retaliate easily.
Pi Yi's words reached his throat, and Lu Zefei swallowed them back.
It’s so uncomfortable to hold it in. It’s really hard for me, Fat Tiger.
...
Lu Zefei, who went to Shilan Middle School to pick up Xia Mi from school in the evening, unexpectedly learned that Xia Mi was ill.
The Shame of the Dragon King even took a week off.
Um? You, a Dragon King, can still get sick?
Could it be that he didn't want to go to class and just found an excuse to run away?
Lu Zefei thought for a while, then asked his classmates for a copy of the notes, and then walked towards Xia Mi's house.
Knocking on the door of Xia Mi's house, Xia Mi's clear voice came from inside, like wind chimes under the eaves.
"Who?"
"It's me, Lu Zefei."
"Oh, come in." Xia Mi said while glancing at his watch.
She nodded with satisfaction and arrived more than ten minutes earlier than she expected.
The two agreed that Lu Zefei would pick Xia Mi up from school every Tuesday and Thursday, so Xia Mi knew that Lu Zefei would definitely come if he couldn't wait for him at school today.
And because the time after school is basically constant, Xia Mi knew that Lu Zefei did not take a bus, but ran all the way over.
Well, this guy is quite interested in me.
The moment Lu Zefei saw Xia Mi, he couldn't help but feel a little dazed.
Xia Mi wore a gorgeous layered skirt today, embroidered with red plum blossoms.
She put on light makeup and drew delicate arcs with her eyebrow pencil. Ignoring the wrinkles on her chest and the childish look between her brows, she really felt a bit more elegant.
Oh, this Dragon King's shame actually wears makeup?
Lu Zefei naturally sat next to Xia Mi, took out the notebook he borrowed from Xia Mi, and handed it to Xia Mi, "I borrowed this for you. You can take a look at it when you have time to study." Can’t be left behind.”
"That's a long way to go." Xia Mi threw the notebook aside.
Lu Zefei opened his mouth, but did not have the courage to continue arguing with the Dragon King.
He thought for a moment and asked, "What's wrong with you?"
"I have a cold, can't you tell?"
Forehead....
Lord Dragon King, do you know what the symptoms of a cold are?
I see you are rosy and energetic now, and you don’t have a fever, runny nose, or cough. How does this look like you have a cold?
"Um, do you want me to buy some medicine for you?" Lu Zefei asked hypocritically.
"No, no, just stay with me."
At this time, the room suddenly fell silent. Although they both wanted to have a good chat, they hadn't seen each other in the past few days. Lu Zefei was busy practicing swordsmanship, so the two of them suddenly lost their conversation.
"Um...have you received a love letter of confession recently?" Xia Mi suddenly said coldly.
She seems to be quite concerned about this issue.
"No." Lu Zefei shook his head.
Very good, Lu Zefei, I did read you right, you are still a very masculine person.
She was there with her head down and happy. Lu Zefei thought for a while and asked, "You haven't gone to school during this period. What did you do when you stayed at home?"
Xia Mi turned away and whispered: "What else can I do? I have a fever all the time and am feeling groggy. I just want to sleep."
I believe you.
From the packaging of snacks there, Lu Zefei could never believe Xia Mi's lies.
At this time, Xia Mi suddenly glanced at Lu Zefei and asked seemingly casually: "If, I mean if, um, your good friend turns into a monster, the kind of monster that kills people, you ,what will you do?"
Xia Mi thought for a while and then added: "Everyone will ask you to kill her. Your friends, your relatives, everyone in the world will want you to kill her. What will you do?"
Are you going to kill me?
Xia Mi didn't say this.
Her eyelashes trembled and she turned her face away from Lu Zefei.
Lu Zefei took a deep breath and did not answer immediately.
Of course he knew what Xia Mi meant.
From the current point of view, Lu Zefei should belong to the human camp in terms of blood, and humans and dragons are now two completely opposite races.
Kill each other, fight each other, and only one side can survive.
Lu Zefei looked at Xia Mi, feeling a little touched in his heart.
In front of outsiders, Xia Mi is like a noble canary, delicate and proud.
But when she got along with him, she became chattering, showing her innocent and lively side. She was obviously fighting against the scum, but she was like an aggressive little hen.
This is Xia Mi.
