I teach judo in Tokyo

Chapter 53 begins!
  Saturday, early in the morning.

In the middle of the martial arts hall, a large number of people stood in a dark place.

These are people from the kendo and judo clubs of all the high schools in the Tokyo area that participate in national competitions.

Not only the team competition, but also the individual competition.

Sousuke followed Iga Yahiko and already felt a little short of breath when he lined up in the stadium.

After a long opening ceremony, the game finally officially started.

Zongsuke and others also withdrew and came to the auditorium.

After all, there were so many students participating that the small martial arts hall could not accommodate so many people after the competition venue was vacated.

"Tsk, there are really a lot of people, but the martial arts hall is still a bit small."

Zongsuke rested his hands on the guardrail, watching the lively competition on the field with nothing to do.

Iga next to him couldn't help but smile when he heard what he said: "After all, the Budokan was built sixty years ago, and it is indeed a bit smaller than other modern venues."

"So when will we start the game today?" Zongsuke held his chin, looking indifferent.

"We are in Group D, and we only have a chance to play in the last round this morning." On the other side, Yumi Mifune leaned carefully next to Sousuke and said softly.

Sousuke turned to look at the squad leader, and then saw Yumi Mifune hurriedly turned her face away as if she was frightened.

He just found it interesting.

This little squad leader had the courage to sit astride him and give him a frontal massage last night. Why is he so shy today?

I haven't done anything yet!
  He reached out and rubbed Mifune Yumi's head, and then she was knocked away by Mifune, who was blushing.

Just as he was about to say something, he saw the squad leader's eyes fixedly staring behind him with a somewhat worried expression.

Sousuke looked back and saw Iga Yahiko confronting a tall-looking man.

A foreigner with dark skin!
  Damn it—Ni! ?
  Stop!

Zongsuke withdrew his gaze, poked the squad leader next to him, lowered his head quietly and asked, "What's going on?"

Yumi Mifune couldn't care less about being shy this time. She gritted her teeth and said, "That big boss is Papa Unga, the leader of Shinkyo Academy. In the last Kanto Competition, we lost to them in the team competition."

When the two were talking, the big boss was already chatting with Iga Yahiko with a smile. His accent was actually quite pure: "Iga, I didn't expect us to meet so soon."

"It's really a 'narrow road'!"

Damn it—original!

Zongjie, who was eating melon, twitched the corner of his mouth.

Well, this old black guy’s accent isn’t that pure either.

His Japanese accent is indeed okay, but when he uses Chinese idioms, whether to appear literate or something, he actually uses the Chinese pronunciation.

As a result, the pronunciation was wrong, which made Sousuke sound uncomfortable.

Iga Yahiko's expression was gentle: "General Papaenga, it is indeed a coincidence."

Papaenga smiled, and his expression turned slightly contemptuous: "This time, I have to send you home again, little whirlwind!"

Little whirlwind?
  Iga's nickname?
  Minister, did you escape from Journey to the West?
  Zongsuke's expression was a bit unbearable and he almost squirted.

Iga's expression did not change. He just chuckled: "It's a pity, General Papa, this time my position is the backbone. The chance to defeat you two games in a row can only be left to our general."

As he spoke, he pointed his hand towards Zongsuke and looked at Zongsuke with a little smile in his eyes.

Da Laohei followed his finger and looked over, meeting Zongsuke's eyes.

The next second, he stepped forward and came half a meter in front of Zongsuke. He glared at Zongsuke fiercely: "You? A general? Why?"

Sousuke narrowed his eyes slightly, then deliberately waved his hand to fan the wind. He turned to Yumi Mifune, who looked like a cat with fried fur next to him, and asked: "Mifune-san, have you smelled the strong body odor?" Yumi Mifune Stunned, after realizing what Zongsuke meant, he showed a mischievous smile.

(.-`ω-)
  Then, she shouted with an exaggerated expression: "Oh! It really stinks! Has a smelly fox come to the martial arts hall? Call someone to drive it out!"

As we all know, most people with too fair or too dark skin have strong body odor.

"you!"

Da Laohei's expression immediately turned angry. It took him a long time to hold back his anger, and he said angrily: "You're just a pretty boy with an upright mouth and tongue. Don't cry on the field later." .”

I'm begging you, please stop saying idioms, okay?
  Zongsuke complained in his heart, but looked at him calmly on the surface: "Did you make something wrong? Have you ever thought about why I can replace Iga and become a general?"

Papagaon looked stunned. He subconsciously turned his head and looked at Iga Yahiko behind him who had a gentle expression but sharp eyes.

Zongsuke's voice sounded again: "Papagaon, this time, you have only one ending, and that is a round trip."

"I said!"

He looked at the old black man in front of him, his eyes shining with confidence.

In his eyes, the tall and strong Da Laohei in front of him had an average judo level of less than six.

Calculated, he might be considered a third-degree black belt.

Although he is considered outstanding among ordinary students, it is not a problem to serve as the leader of judo clubs in many schools.

However, it is completely inadequate in front of real masters.

Papagan's expression changed several times.

Atobe Sousuke swore to God that today was the first time he had seen a black man perform such a difficult action as "face changing".

"You guys who are just talking about porn, I want to see how you can beat me to the point of crying for your mother after a while with your pretentious tactics. Iga, and your hateful boy, please treat me well." Wait!" Papagaon said angrily and left.

Zongsuke also looked at the back of this old black man unhappily: "If you can't pronounce Chinese idioms well, don't force yourself to pronounce them! Bastard!"

At the same time, he made up his mind that when it was their turn to play, he would give this big boss an unforgettable lesson.

Iga leaned over with a smile, his face showing satisfaction with Zongsuke: "Zongsuke, it's your eloquence that drove this self-righteous black man away."

Zongsuke waved his hand, indicating that it was a trivial matter.

After this little episode ended, there were no more troublemakers.

Due to the large number of registered teams, the early selection of the qualifiers adopts a single-elimination elimination system.

On the competition field in the center of the Budokan, multiple judo teams started fierce confrontations simultaneously over time.

Under the single-elimination elimination system, even if there are five people playing each time in the team competition, even if everyone plays for three minutes and enters a stalemate, it will be difficult to delay the time as long as possible.

The whole morning flew by like this.

Soon, after preparing to wear judo uniforms in advance, Sousuke, led by Iga, came to the field in advance with other team members.

Mifune Yumi also followed with determination.

"Why did you come with me?" Zongsuke looked questioning.

"I'm the manager of the judo club. Why not come to watch you fight against your old rivals?"

Sousuke smiled and rubbed the squad leader's raised pigtails.

"Then you have to cheer for us."

Mifune Yumi: "Just be patient!"

"Enough gas!"

(End of this chapter)