The match between Yokota Middle School and Kitamura Middle School was as expected, without any surprises. The young Takenori Akagi simply had no way to deal with Yokota Middle School led by Shinomiya No. and was eliminated by Yokota Middle School early.
The next game between Takeishi Middle School and Umezawa Junior High School was also extremely easy. A junior high school with little reputation was directly destroyed by Takeshi Middle School led by Mitsui Hisashi.
The whole game was overwhelming. For Takeishi Middle School, there was no way to feel the tense atmosphere. Mitsui Hisashi was taken off the field early in the first half and replaced with substitutes to continue the game.
The result was that Takeishi Middle School won 86:44 and successfully entered the fourth round.
Jinguji Budo did not watch the whole match of Takeshi Middle School. After the first half of the match at Takeshi Middle School, Budok already knew the result of this game and left the stadium early and took the train back.
The weather today was not very good. It was very hot in the morning. By the afternoon, the sky was already covered with clouds and fine raindrops were falling from the sky.
The summer rain came and went quickly, and Martial Arts' luck was pretty good. By the time he arrived at the station near his home, the rain had stopped, and the sun was shining on the ground again. Wearing a judo uniform, Budo stepped on the wet ground and returned home.
It had just rained, and there was still a lot of water on the small court in the front yard. It was already after school time, and Martial Arts had no intention of going to school. And because of the competition, Shinichi Fujima’s side has also stopped training. In the words of Shinichi Fujima, the competition is the best training.
Wu Dao, who had nothing to do, put on a pair of sportswear and decided to go out for a walk.
It has been so long since I came to this world, but Martial Arts has not really taken a walk around the streets here. He spends most of his time training, whether at home, at school, or with Shinichi Fujima.
The place I go to the most is the park golf course not far from my home. Most of the time I run at night. To appreciate the local scenery, I have never experienced martial arts.
It's rare to have free time today, so Budao plans to take a good stroll.
There were very few pedestrians on the streets after the rain. It had obviously cleared up, but not long after Wu Dao went out, the sky became gloomy again. This makes the already lively streets even more desolate.
However, Martial Arts liked this feeling very much, and even walked specifically to the alley when shopping.
I don’t know why, but martial arts like the feeling of “winding paths leading to secluded places”. The intricate alleys can bring an inexplicable sense of comfort to martial arts. There are urban streets, but there is no hustle and bustle in the bustling city. A wonderful sense of comfort envelopes Wu Dao's heart.
Jinguji Budo was enjoying this kind of comfort and tranquility, and slowly turned a corner. But at this moment, Budo felt his chest tightening, and a figure bumped directly into Budo at the corner.
"Pa!" There was a soft sound. When Jinguji Martial Arts came to his senses, in front of him, there was a bald young man wearing a black student uniform, lying on the wet ground, looking at him in shock. Jinguji Martial Arts suddenly appeared from around the corner.
"Um?"
"Sorry, sorry, I didn't notice you, are you okay?!"
Jinguji Martial Arts looked apologetic, walked to the young man, bent down, stretched out his hand, and wanted to help the young man stand up.
"Snapped!"
"Asshole! Don't you have eyes? How dare you hit me? My clothes are all stained by you!"
"Is a simple apology enough to end the matter?! How can it be such a simple thing!"
With a soft sound, the bald man on the ground slapped the back of Wu Dao's hand with his hand and started to curse. While the young man was cursing, there were seven young men also wearing black uniforms, silently surrounding the martial arts in the center.
It was only then that Wu Dao discovered that the young man he knocked to the ground actually had seven companions. Looking up, among the seven people surrounding Martial Arts, four of them had bruises and swollen faces, and there was even faint blood on their faces, as if they had been beaten just now.
The aura exuded by this group of people made Wu Dao frown slightly, not because of how strong the opponent's aura was, but because these people knew at a glance that they were not good people.
Judging from the style of their uniforms, they must be high school students, but none of these individuals' hairstyles look like students, bald heads, airplane haircuts, and even the airplane haircuts are shiny with stirrups, obviously they have used a lot of hair wax.
Who among serious students uses hair wax these days? !
"What's wrong...the good mood suddenly disappeared." Wu Dao sighed in his heart, retracted his outstretched hand, straightened his waist, and clasped his hands in front of his chest, making a faint defensive posture while looking down at him. The bald young man asked with a smile:
"Really? Isn't apologizing enough? Then what do you want me to do?"
Wu Dao grinned, but there was no smile in his eyes, they were full of coldness.
"My uncle's clothes are custom-made. You have to pay for my clothes. It doesn't cost much, just ten thousand yuan!"
The bald young man looked at Wu Dao up and down. Although Wu Dao was tall, he looked very young and his figure was not that of a burly person. Moreover, the clothes, trousers, and shoes worn by Wu Dao are all famous brands. At first glance, he looks like a child from a wealthy family. And now he seems to be very cowardly and easy to talk to.
This kind of style gave the bald young man other ideas.
"Customized?! Ten thousand?!" Wu Dao looked at the school uniform on the other party and couldn't help scratching his head, grinning even wider.
"You are just a piece of rubbish, but you want ten thousand?!" Martial Arts said with a smile, looking at the bald young man's liver-colored face, and just as he was about to continue mocking, he saw a man with a face walking out of the opponent's small team. The injured young man with an airplane head stood in front of the bald young man and smoothed things over:
"Let's just forget about it."
"Itaquan, we have other things to do."
The young man with the flying head seemed to feel that martial arts was a bit difficult to deal with. In order to avoid causing trouble, he chose to persuade him to make peace.
Wu Dao didn't understand why the aggressive people suddenly became so talkative. Just as he was about to ask, a flash of red suddenly appeared in his peripheral vision.
It was a color like fire. As this red color appeared, a red-haired boy hurriedly ran towards here from the other end of the street. Looking at his face, it was obvious that something serious had happened.
"Sakuragi Hanamichi!"
The young man with the airplane head who had just persuaded the bald young man to stop also saw the red-haired young man running from a distance, and shouted in surprise. The people who were originally gathered around the Jingu Temple Dance dispersed, faintly blocking the entire street. , not letting the red-haired boy go with him, everyone's attention was focused on the red-haired boy.
"you!?"
"Get away quickly, I don't have time to fight with you now, dad... dad, he..."
Before Sakuragi Hanamichi could finish what he said, the young man with a persuasive look on his face laughed ferociously, then quickly rushed in front of Sakuragi Hanamichi and punched Hanamichi in the stomach.
Sakuragi Hanamichi obviously did not expect that the other party would make a sudden move, and he did not take precautions. He was directly punched in the stomach, and he bent slightly in pain.
The eight young men quickly gathered around Sakuragi Hanamichi, and slowly approached Sakuragi Hanamichi with a sneer.
"What are you going to do?! I don't have time to fight with you now, hurry up and get out of my way!"
Sakuragi Hanamichi shouted anxiously, and there was deep despair in his heart-wrenching words. Sakuragi Hanamichi knew that the other party would not let him go easily.
"You just said that four of us high school students can't beat you, a junior high school student, right?"
"My face has been completely humiliated anyway, so this time, I specially found eight people to deal with you, Sakuragi Hanamichi!"
The plane head on his face slowly approached Sakuragi Hanamichi. The bald young man from before was even more active at this moment. He quickly rushed in front of Sakuragi Hanamichi and punched Sakuragi Hanamichi in the face. .
However, just when the bald young man's fist was about to fall on Sakuragi Hanamichi's face, a big hand suddenly came out from the side and grabbed the bald young man's wrist.
At the same time, another big hand grabbed the bald young man's head and forcefully pushed the bald young man's head to the side. What caught the eye of the bald young man was a tall and handsome boy, who was holding his head with one hand and his wrist with the other, and said with a smile:
"Hey, hey, hey! I haven't finished my work yet. It's a bit rude to be in such a hurry to do other things."
"You hurt me just now. Now I need you to pay me 10,000 yuan in medical expenses!"
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