Tokyo host

Two security guards appeared with explosion-proof forks in their hands, and pushed the struggling 'Pikachu' out.

"Skin!" A certain yellow-skinned mouse tried to struggle.

This scene, including Makoto Futaba, was watched by almost everyone with black lines on their heads. After all, after this guy appeared, the painting style of the whole stage was a bit abnormal.

Why are there so few normal people?

When the host took out a handkerchief and wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, he turned his eyes to Makoto Futaba again, seeing that he was still a decent person, he continued to ask,
"Hey, so Mr. Futaba, what are your specialties?"

Hearing this, Makoto Futaba subconsciously wanted to say Ou Jin...but then he reacted, his forehead tugged at the corner of his mouth, almost being distracted by the yellow mouse, and he said directly,

"Actually, I have a lot of research on compound swordsmanship."

fencing!

Everyone's eyes lit up after hearing the words. After all, this country still respects Bushido. You must know that in ordinary colleges and universities, the Kendo Club has always been a super popular club like the baseball club.

Not to mention Makoto Futaba's handsome appearance, there are already many girls in the audience looking forward to Makoto Futaba's display of kendo.

Even the host couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief. Makoto Futaba's specialty is much more serious, at least infinitely better than a certain yellow mouse.

Thinking of this, the host couldn't help but look outside the arena. After seeing Gong Baiyu being pulled away by the security guards, he took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat off his forehead.

This time, he finally smiled and restored the professional smile that the host should have.

At this time, Makoto Futaba scanned the audience, and finally noticed Ninomiya Ye's figure, "Ye, lend me your sword."

At this moment, Ninomiya Ye was just watching. Seeing the eyes of many viewers cast on her side, she couldn't help but froze, but she had no choice but to throw her beloved bamboo knife on it.

I don't know why, but for her, the bamboo knife, which was cherished like life, was handed over to Futaba Makoto without any hesitation.

After all, he is his brother.

Ninomiya had no choice but to comfort himself in his heart at this time.

After Makoto Futaba took it, he thought about it again, and said to the host, "I need someone to cooperate with me."

"How do you want to cooperate?" The host said happily. Obviously, the normal painting style of Shuangye Cheng made him feel at ease.

In the next second, Makoto Futaba brought up a watermelon from the audience, and stuffed it into the host's hand, "Mr. host, please hold this watermelon."

After the host subconsciously took the watermelon, he showed a curious look, "Then what do I need to do?"

"Please put this watermelon on top of your head."

"On the head? Oh." Because the watermelon in his hand is not big, the host put it on his head.

In the next second, Makoto Futaba got a piece of cloth from nowhere, and wrapped it around his eyes like this. After doing all this, he held a black bamboo knife in one hand and smiled,

"Okay, I'm ready."

The host smiled, "Okay, here's... No, no, no, wait, there seems to be something wrong?!"

The host immediately said, "Mr. Futaba, is he going to chop watermelons?"

Hearing this, Makoto Futaba took off the cloth strips from his eyes and said, "Yes, shouldn't this be a beach repertoire?"

host:"……"

The host finally knew that none of these people was a normal person. At this moment, a forced smile appeared on his face, "Well, why don't we get watermelons instead?"

"Don't be afraid, I am very confident in my swordsmanship." Makoto Futaba smiled slightly.

But I have no confidence ah hey!
I still have 40 years left to pay my mortgage, how can I fall here so easily!

Although the host thought so in his heart, he continued to smile awkwardly, "I'm sorry Mr. Futaba, actually my heart is not very good, can I change someone?"

"That's fine." Makoto Futaba said.

The host breathed a sigh of relief, no matter what, his life was saved.

"Then Mr. Host, let's find someone." Makoto Futaba said.

The host immediately turned his attention to the audience, and at this moment the audience all showed expressions of "You are also worthy to be the host".

The variety shows in our country are much braver than yours.

Please, you are weak.

The host twitched his mouth, and finally looked at the guest seat who was in charge of scoring, and said with a smile, "Then invite the guests to come over."

Owada frowned at this time, he was a sponsor, how could he do such a thing?

Perhaps sensing Owada's eyes, the host turned his attention to another host, Ms. Dudumei.

"Although I'm very interested, but..." Dudumei smiled and expressed her attitude.

"I'll come." At this moment, a voice sounded.

Everyone looked and found that it was Kaoru Suzuki, a passer-by guest.

"Miss Suzuki." The host suddenly showed an incomparably bright smile, "It seems that Miss Suzuki trusts Mr. Futaba very much."

Kaoru Suzuki stood up slowly, she pushed her sideburns behind her ears, showing a cold side face, but then she smiled slightly,

"Yes, I believe him."

This charming smile made many boys around lose their minds for a moment.

At this time, Kaoru Suzuki also came to the stage, and then took the watermelon from the host.

"Then, I'll leave it to you."

Kaoru Suzuki finished talking to Futaba Makoto softly, and lifted the watermelon above his head.

At this time, Futaba Makoto just smiled slightly, and after looking at the girl tacitly, he covered his eyes again with a cloth strip.

Just when everyone thought that Futaba was about to raise his sword, they saw him constantly retreating.

"What?!" The host and the others froze for a moment. It was already very dangerous to cut melons without anyone's instructions while covering their faces.

But Makoto Futaba actually backed away by himself, making it even more difficult to judge the distance!

Many people looked at each other.

But Futaba Makoto has already moved, his figure is extremely fast, and he has appeared in front of the girl in just one breath!
He was blindfolded, but the black bamboo knife slashed down without any hesitation, hitting the watermelon's body exactly!

"I-I got it! How is it possible?!" the host said in a voice, and even the audience in the audience was in an uproar!
Can you hit it like this? !
And still exactly? !
Click, the watermelon cracked, but it didn't pop.

From the beginning to the end, Kaoru Suzuki stood quietly in the same place, even if Makoto Futaba had just chopped off the bamboo knife, she did not blink at all out of fear.

Makoto Futaba took off the strip of cloth, and when he saw the split watermelon in two halves being held by the girl, he also smiled faintly.

"How many points do I have?" Makoto Futaba asked.

Kaoru Suzuki smiled, "Although the full score is ten, I am willing to give you one hundred." (End of this chapter)