——How will I feel in your memory?
Yuanye looked at himself in the mirror and suddenly thought of this.
In Yuanye's memory, the last time he came to the kendo club was when he stood in front of this mirror, took off his kendo uniform in humiliation, and then quit the club angrily. This was the last thing the helpless young man in his memory could do. Resist.
Yuan Ye's time travel was not the so-called soul fusion type. In other words, he didn't know if there was a soul in this world that could break away from the body and have true free will, but the memory left by this body was even more powerful. Most of it is just physiological data left in the brain. Reading memory is like reading a book. You may be able to resonate with it, but you cannot empathize with it.
Even so, the more I chew on this part of the memory, the more I feel the powerlessness hidden in my limbs and permeating the air - I can't do anything, I can only sulk alone.
It is clear that his beloved parents and the family that raised him are used as a talking point by others and made fun of wantonly to maintain a sense of superiority, but he can only be helpless and furious.
The word "incompetent rage" had become a derogatory term before Yuan Ye traveled through time, but how could it be useless to be angry at one's own incompetence and one's own cowardice?
Yuan Ye, who traveled through time, did not inherit anything like obsession. Logically speaking, there is no problem if he does not come to the muddy waters of the Kendo Club. He must seize the time to find the mechanical white clothes and kill them, and solve the danger to his life. It's an important matter, but that's what Yuanye wants to do - beat up those scum who gain a sense of superiority from other people's homes and bully others.
Thinking of this, Yuan Ye smiled from the bottom of his heart and spent seven hundred and thirty days, which is two years of life, to raise his swordsmanship skills to LV.5.
Yuan Ye's physical fitness had already reached 15 points last night. Anyway, it would be better to do it sooner than later. The swordsmanship level may have to continue to increase when he fights against the mechanical white clothes, so it is better to do it now.
Yuan Ye could feel that he seemed to have established some kind of unexplainable connection with the bamboo sword in his hand. The world had changed wonderfully in his eyes, like a drowning person coming out of the water to breathe fresh air. .
--feel good.
Yuan Ye thought like this and walked out of the locker room.
Outside the locker room is the kendo club's dojo. When Yuan Ye walked out, the entire dojo was already full of people, most of whom were non-kendo club members wearing school uniforms. People watching the excitement were even standing at the door.
"That guy Tanaka is spreading news in the school chat group. It seems he really wants to make you look bad." Teppei Uehara, who was waiting outside the locker room, quickly came closer and whispered, "How did you offend him?"
"I don't know either." Yuan Ye replied calmly.
"This way you won't be able to quit directly, and you will lose even more face." Teppei Uehara gave Genya an idea, "After you go up, just pretend, resist for a few times and then give up."
"You just said last night that 'there's no problem in defeating those kendo club critters', why don't you believe me now." Genya looked at the anxious Teppei Uehara in front of him and replied with a smile.
"That Tanaka is not an ordinary person." Teppei Uehara revealed a shocking revelation, "He has undergone acquired genetic adjustments."
Genetic modification from the fertilized egg will naturally achieve the best results, but the price is too expensive. Basically only the management of chaebol groups and middle- and upper-level bureaucrats are eligible to enjoy this service.
Those middle-class families will choose to carry out some genetic enhancement the day after tomorrow. This is essentially the same behavior as when athletes took drugs to increase blood oxygen and improve training effects before traveling through the night. They just use molecular-level tools to do this. It’s just one thing. Not only is it not as effective as adjusting it from the fertilized egg, but it also needs to be maintained continuously through technological means for a long time.
"Really? Then he comes from a good family." Yuanye mocked, "It's a pity that the level of swordsmanship does not depend on family wealth."
"Hey, you guy." One of the doglegs sitting next to Tianzhong shouted, "Why don't you come over here!"
"Are you getting cold feet when things get tough and want to run away?" Another dogleg immediately picked up the conversation.
"He is indeed a coward. A child from such a poor family will definitely get out of the kendo club in the same disgrace as last time."
The doglegs around Tanaka were booing one after another, obviously very skilled in this kind of thing.
"I'm just discussing where it's better to have afternoon tea." Yuanye said loudly, holding the bamboo sword.
"I wonder if President Tanaka knows that a new crepe shop has recently opened near the station." Genya strode onto the straw mat, "I think the taste of that shop is pretty good."
"It's just that the store closes at four o'clock." Genya stood still in front of Tanaka and his dog legs, "Although it is already three forty, I believe that President Tanaka's level must be as good as mine The expected rubbish gave me time to buy a crepe before he closed."
"You kid!" One of Tanaka's bad guys with a hot temper couldn't sit still and rushed forward with a bamboo sword.
At that moment when he stood up, Yuanye read all his information from his body, his sprint route, his sword path, and the movement of every muscle on his body as if it was carrying its own prompts. , "told" this information to Yuanye, and transformed it into understandable ideas through his swordsmanship experience.
Yuanye dodged the first blow sideways, raised his bamboo sword high, and shouted: "Mian!"
This is a requirement of the rules of kendo, and you must shout before striking, but even so, Yuanye's attack speed has already reached a point where the opponent in front of him cannot react at all.
Simply fast, simply accurate.
The bamboo sword hit Dog Leg's facial protection. The bamboo sword impacted, deformed, made a loud noise, and then exploded.
Dogleg's body fell to the ground, obviously being knocked unconscious directly. This person was also a member who had directly participated in ostracizing Yuanye, so Yuanye did not hold back, but with his swordsmanship experience, this attack would not be harmful to him. The dog legs cause irreversible damage and prevent them from causing trouble later.
"It seems that President Tanaka's Kendo Club not only has a poor training level for its members, but also doesn't care about the maintenance of the equipment." Genya threw away the exploded bamboo sword and picked up the one on the ground, "And How can we run a good kendo club with such insects mixed together?"
As the dog leg fell to the ground, the noise in the venue disappeared instantly, and the entire dojo became quiet. The realization of the students who were joining in the fun concentrated on Tanaka, and the melon-eating audience who was originally called by him to trouble Genya, Now it has become a source of huge pressure on him.
Yuanye also knew that this kind of silence would bring huge pressure to people, so he deliberately waited for thirty seconds before speaking again: "President Tanaka, didn't you say you want to test me personally?"
Tanaka wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, put on protective gear, and said bravely: "Please give me some advice, Genya-san."
"I'm the one asking for your advice." Yuan Ye raised the bamboo sword again and said meaningfully.
