A young man wearing a hakama kimono with black patterns knelt on the light yellow tatami, his hands respectfully pressed on his knees, his back as straight as a pine tree, and his face beautiful.
The young master of the eight Sheqi families in Japan, the Yuan family is a child.
The old man opposite is also wearing a kimono, with the sixteen-petal chrysanthemum family emblem embroidered with gold thread on the back. With gray hair and a kind face, the smile on his face coexists with confidence and nobility, and the temperament of a superior person is clearly revealed.
The head of the eight Sheqi families, Masamune Tachibana of the Tachibana family.
"Zhisheng, this operation was completed very well and was unanimously approved by everyone in the family."
The old man spoke with satisfaction in his tone.
"Just doing my part."
The handsome but feminine young man responded very humbly, but with an unmatched determination.
It was as if he was a Sword of Damocles hanging high in the sky. Whoever dared to fall from the sun into the darkness, the sword would fall down and cut him open, no matter who it was.
"After this mission, we will go back to rest and prepare for the visit of the delegation from our headquarters. The visiting group consists of three young people, all of whom are Ange's favorites. Two are A-level and one is S-level." The old man said.
"This is the first time that S-class students have appeared in the academy headquarters in recent years, and it is also the first time that a specialist has been sent to visit Japan."
Yuan Zhisheng quickly put the two things together and figured out the key reason.
"We can't find any useful information about that S-class student, only a picture and a name transmitted from Chicago."
The old man pushed the photo in his hand over. A handsome young man stood on the rooftop, with a knife sheathed in both hands, and his golden eyes shone with majesty and blazing light.
"Li Yongyuan, Chinese."
"good."
From this picture, Yuan Zhisheng felt that he had a noble bloodline and was worthy of being an S-class one!
But that's all. Japan is the base camp of the eight Sheqi families. A powerful dragon cannot overpower a local snake, let alone a Yamata norochi that is comparable to a dragon.
"Zhisheng, we haven't chatted for a long time. What's on your mind?"
The old man could see the slight restlessness in the young man's brows, and planned to help him solve his problems as a person who had been through it.
"No, it's just that I haven't seen Eriki for a long time. This time I went on a mission to bring her some gifts."
Yuan Zhisheng shook his head slowly, not intending to delve deeper into this topic.
"Go ahead."
The old man waved his hands gently, as if he were a loving father.
The young man stood up, and with his right hand wearing a silver gentian ring, he took the dark red sheathed ancient alchemy knife placed on the knife stand next to him. He turned around, stretched out his hands and opened the walnut wooden door to both sides, and the grand sunshine suddenly shone in. A Japanese-style house.
He raised his head and let the warm light shine on his fair and jade face, but he did not notice that the figure of his father behind him subconsciously shifted to avoid this ray of golden light.
The young people stepped out with their heads held high to welcome the coming of a new day. The old man lowered his eyebrows and bowed his head, with a smile in his eyes.
"Howling from the roots, howling from the roots."
On the huge 70-inch LCD electronic display screen, the fighter Long, who is wearing a red headband, a Thai white short-sleeved boxing suit, and exaggerated shoulder muscles, is using the domineering Dragon Strike, beating the opponent Gu Lie. Defeated.
Just when the young man who just came in thought that this guy's defeat was certain, Gu Lie (Gale), who had a golden broom head and a military green uniform in the game, stood still, with only a trace of blood left, and he started to fight back. .
Taking advantage of Long's big jump, Gu Lie cleverly seized the gap and stepped forward, punching and kicking hard, hitting the strong man until stars and birds appeared above his head.
When he got up, he was greeted by Gu Lie again with a set of retreating and charging combos, first three light punches, then EX·Sonic Hand Blade, then two kicks, a heavy punch, and finally a sideways kick. Behind the eyes.
The large red letters KO appear, and the black ink scratches below appear in one stroke.
Long, who originally still had a considerable part of his health bar, was taken away directly and fell down weakly.
The young people watching raised their eyebrows in a rare way. Gulie (Gale)'s character strength in Street Fighter IV was at the bottom, and the gap between him and S-level Long was even more obvious.
But the opponent's ability to survive a set of Rising Dragon attacks and counterattack calmly shows his superiority. The final side kick is a reflection of extreme hand speed and delicate operation.
The girl who is controlling the game controller has long dark red hair and skin as fair as jade. She is half-kneeling on the cashmere carpet in a cute duck-sitting posture. She looks particularly well-behaved in a red and white witch costume.
At this time, her pretty and delicate face showed a frustrated expression, and even the gods couldn't help but feel compassion after seeing it.
Yuan Zhisheng walked forward quickly, wanting to offer words of comfort. He had never seen his sister show such an expression before, maybe it was a long-lost defeat in Street Fighter.
"Are you Japanese? I like beating Japanese people the most."
After exiting the game interface, the opponents in the chat channel sent messages. They had added friends at some point.
Minamoto's footsteps couldn't help but stop, and she stared at the message displayed on the LCD screen carefully. When did Eriyi add friends other than herself? The suspicious look of an old father suddenly appeared on this young man in his twenties.
"Does Mr. Feng hate Japanese people?"
The cute and pretty little girl is typing and sending messages. Her ID in the game is called Eriyi's PSN. Perhaps she has developed her naturally sharp intuition by being alone for a long time.
"It's okay. Just thinking about coming to Japan soon, I can't help but regard them as imaginary enemies. My senior brother analyzed that this is a nation that is very good at disguising. When the time comes, I will definitely tear off their masks and ruthlessly Teach them how to behave."
The avatar is obviously a cute Paddington Bear with a red hood, but his name is extremely domineering, God of Wind. The painting style doesn’t match, hey!
Yuan's narrow eyes suddenly narrowed in a dangerous arc. This guy's area of attack is quite wide. If he really dares to come to Japan, he will be driven into a concrete pillar to fill the Tokyo Sea. If not, he will be cut into sashimi.
"Eriyi, what's wrong?"
Seeing that his sister noticed him, Yuan Zhisheng immediately calmed down and showed a kind brother's smile. No one knows how many tortures he had used on fallen hybrids in that moment.
"I'm not happy if I lose the game."
Eriki picked up the ink pen and wrote on a small notebook, then raised it up and drew a frustrated face.
"It's up to my brother."
Yuan Zhisheng was instantly full of fighting spirit. He put down the ancient alchemy sword in his hand, rolled up the sleeves of his kimono, took the game controller, and challenged the opponent to fight again.
"Round 1, fight!"
The first round officially started. This time Fengshen chose Long first, and Minamoto chose Ken, an A-level fighter who was also Long's junior brother in the game background. Skills include Flame Shoryuken, Wave Fist, Passive Red Lotus Fighting King and other dazzling moves.
The two struck out with light punches, and after a tentative exchange, a quarter of each other's blood was rubbed off.
"He's a master."
Yuan Zhisheng quickly put away his contemptuous attitude. The strength of this guy who was hostile to the Japanese should not be underestimated. The blows were fast and hard, the punches were clean and crisp, and the consciousness was cunning, and he immediately retreated if he missed the blow.
"Arugen!"
Long launched his Wave Fist, and the powerful blue light kept going straight towards Ken. Ken, who was blond and in red, took half a step back to defend himself.
Just when Yuan Zhisheng finished his defense and was about to counterattack, Takashi came forward again with his tornado leg, and then stepped forward to receive a heavy hand throw. Ken's figure hit the floor hard and bounced up again, causing his health to drop sharply.
"not good."
A flash of crisis flashed through Yuan Zhisheng's heart, and he stood up to block and defend. With a blast of air, the super special move Shenwu Kill, EX·Shenglong Fist, EX·Tornado Kick, EX·Vacuum Wave Fist and other moves were used one after another, and Ken's last trace of blood was slowly worn away.
"Careless."
Gen Zhisheng sighed softly and smiled awkwardly at Eriki, who was watching the battle attentively.
However, the guy on the opposite side should be able to get a glimpse of his tyrannical strength. He was almost able to defeat him directly with his special attack Flame Shoryuken just now.
"Why is there no progress at all~"
The other party didn't realize at all that there was a new player in this match. There was a sense of sadness and loneliness in his faint tone, like a lonely "swordsman" seeking defeat.
A small white hand grabbed the game controller under Yuan Zhisheng's dull eyes, and typed quickly with the virtual keyboard on the screen.
"My brother played for me just now. I'm sorry that I only told Mr. Feng now."
Eriyi was very skilled at typing, and a message was quickly sent out.
Yuan Zhisheng only felt uncomfortable in his heart. His sister's first reaction was not to comfort her defeated brother, but to explain to him anxiously.
Besides, what does this sentence mean? Do you think my brother's skills have embarrassed you?
"Ah hahaha, it's okay. I hit another Japanese. Do you have any brothers? Call them together and let them each have one hand."
The brown bear soon showed a laughing expression, looking like it deserved a beating.
Yuan Zhisheng wished he could pull out the spider cutter right now and slash through the screen. His arrogant and mean tone made it clear that he was a loser who had been addicted to fried chicken and fat house water for a long time.
"Fingel, have you finished sending the message? Has the other party continued to accept the invitation?"
Li Yongyuan, who was wearing brown and yellow striped elk pajamas, was half lying beside the bed, holding a Japanese comic in his hand and reading it casually. The name is "ONE PIECE". I heard that it is sold all over the world, but the progress is a bit slow. I guess it is A lifetime.
"Come on, come on, the other side has started to get angry, and he should agree to a fight soon."
Tokyo is fifteen hours ahead of Chicago. When it's still morning there, it's already dusk at Cassel College. For people with extraordinary talents like Li Yongyuan, of course they spend their evenings in the dormitory playing games.
The Japanese girl I met today was quite resistant to beatings. She played online for several games without running away, and she made friends by the way. Later, he was too lazy to send messages because he felt that typing with the controller was too slow. Fingel volunteered to "imitate" his tone and began to communicate with the other party, full of ridicule.
"ばかやろう! (bastard guy)"
The gentle young man cursed in a low voice for the first time in front of his sister.
The other party began to ridicule non-stop, starting from the fact that Japanese soldiers claimed to believe in the spirit of Bushido, but few dared to commit seppuku after their defeat in World War II. The last sentence, "You are not Kameda, are you?" made him full of anger. value.
"Eriyi, send a message to invite him to come again."
Yuan Zhisheng restrained his angry expression and forced a smile to face his sister.
The cute girl in a miko uniform nodded obediently and invited the battle.
"Junior Brother Li, the other side accepts the challenge."
Fingel, who was sitting in front of the game console screen below, stretched out his head with a happy smile on his face. The way the opponent wanted to hit me but couldn't hit me really made him feel so happy.
