Apocalyptic Forecast

　　　　 is at the entrance of the lobby on the first floor. At this moment, the crowds of students suddenly diverged, bypassing the man standing in the middle of the door, or standing far away, watching with curiosity.

　　 The gray and cyan hakama is decorated without the slightest wrinkles, and the black haori is covered with clogs.

　　 And holding a slender sword bag in his hand.

　　 wait in awe.

　　 The temples of the middle-aged man are pale, and the silhouetted face is extremely vicissitudes of life. After being covered with a layer of chill, the original dignified appearance has indescribable majesty.

Frightening.

At this moment, facing this sudden question, Huai Shi's eyebrows were slightly raised, and he looked at his appearance: "Seriously, I don't know what you mean, but I guessed a little bit. I don't know if you want to listen. I explain.

　　 But before that, at least you have to report your name, this teacher? "

　　The visitor suddenly sneered, "It's a mere nameless person, so naturally it's not worth the attention of the dignified Astronomical Commission inspector-since you have done that kind of thing, now you ask the name below, don't you feel hypocritical?"

　　 "It doesn't matter if you want to be cynical, if it's your intention."

Huai Shi calmly raised his hand, handed the bag containing the lesson plan to Lin Jiu, and walked towards him: "Although I will be ridiculed if I do nothing and make me a little angry, I still hope that this matter can be The more decent way is resolved.

　　 So, let me repeat it again—I don’t know who you are, and why you have such a big grudge against me.

　　 But if you come to ask for an explanation, at the very least, you have to report your name before I explain it, right? "

　　 "Do you still want to humiliate me again!"

　　The middle-aged man was furious: "It is useless to say more, let me understand the power of the Astronomical Society judge!"

　　 He stretched out his sword bag and revealed a long sword from Yingzhou.

　　 Here, challenge.

　　 "From just now to now, isn't it you are humiliating me unilaterally?"

　　 Amidst the crowds of people watching, Huai Shi asked blankly: "No matter how aggressively approaching the door with a sword, it's not a talking attitude, right?

　　 Still, you just want to find a place to vent your anger? "

　　 At that moment, with Huai Shi stepping forward, everyone had a flower.

　　 After a momentary trance, it seemed that a gap appeared abruptly in the middle of time, which made the whole process disappear, leaving only the final result.

　　 And Huai Shi was already like a ghost, passing a distance of several meters in an instant, and even the slightest sound of wind had not been raised, and he had already come to the middle-aged man.

　　 is close at hand.

　　 "Now, I will ask one last time—"

　　 He stared at the divergent pupils and asked softly:

　　 "——Name?"

　　Subconsciously, the middle-aged man backs away.

　　 A sharp voice burst out, and the wooden clogs scraped two tragic marks on the smooth ground. In the face of sudden changes, his response can be said to be perfect.

　　, moving like thunder, withdrew two meters in an instant, almost breaking the glass on the back door.

　　 finally opened a safe distance.

　　 But when he raised his eyes, he found that Huai Shi's face was still close at hand, and his genial smile had not changed in any way, and his hair was standing upside down.

　　 The right hand supporting on the hilt suddenly squeezed, and with the push of the thumb of the left hand, the steel in the sheath whizzed out-draw the sword!

　　 Immediately afterwards, it stopped abruptly.

　　 "Not allowed."

　　 Huaishi's palm lifted up, and he didn't know when it had been in front of the hilt. It seems to have caught seven inches of the giant python in the hole, not allowing it to go out of its sheath.

　　 Just like that, he put the blade back into the scabbard inch by inch.

　　 No matter how the middle-aged man resisted, his complexion was suffocated, and the palm he pushed forward had never been shaken or swayed until the scabbard and the blade were closed to one place, making a clear cry.

　　 Huaishi took a step back, her smile still harmless.

　　 as if provoking, motioned to him.

　　 Come again.

　　 A ray of irritated crimson appeared on the iron-green face of the visitor, and he took a step forward in front of Huai Shi's face, slowly bends down, and put his hand in a position to respond.

　　 It seems that the strings of the longbow are gradually tightening, and the unintended terrifying tension converges on his five fingers holding the hilt.

ready.

　　 Only the biting chill spread from the steel-hungry scream in the sheath, killing intent-leaving no room for it, this is a genuine sword duel.

　　 While Huai Shi was still smiling, standing still, without moving.

　　 just looked at him.

　　 In the freezing silence, only the big beads of sweat dripped from the samurai's forehead, soaking the neckline and the broken floor under his feet.

　　He didn't move.

　　Only the scream of the long sword in the sheath became more and more stern, as sharp as it was, stinging everyone's eardrums, and climbing crazily upward. Until the end, in Huai Shi's waiting, there was a desperate cry.

　　 There was a broken sound from the sheath.

　　 The unsheathed blade was shattered in the sheath.

　　 As the long sword shattered, it suddenly seemed to have lost all the essence. The middle-aged man's face was pale and he could no longer hold up his body. He staggered and fell to the ground.

　　 Where can’t I understand the gap between each other?

　　 didn't even draw the sword, he was defeated.

　　 No, it should be said: He didn't have the courage to draw a sword in front of those silent eyes until he failed completely.

　　 Unexplained fear arose out of intuition, ingesting his consciousness, making him freeze in place, unable to move.

　　 "I lost on the next..."

　　 The distressed middle-aged man struggled to prop up his body with the scabbard, and gasped for breath: "Today, it was Sasaki Kiyomasa who came to the door to insult himself.

　　 From now on, when I meet Mr. Huai Shi, I will naturally retreat and dare not get entangled anymore—"

　　 When he said this, his voice trembled slightly, and he saw that he was so sad that he couldn't help himself, and he was almost crying. I had to lower my head and stagger up from the ground, trying to escape in embarrassment.

　　 but heard a soft voice behind him:

　　 "——Did I let you go?"

　　 Amidst the faint hustle and bustle, a dead silence came suddenly.

　　 The deep words with unimaginable weight and chill made the hall freeze again.

　　 Sasaki Kiyomasa stunned in place.

　　 In the reflection of the glass door in front of him, he vaguely saw the reflection of the young man. It is erratic like bubbles, it is difficult to see the essence, but in the moment of trance, it seems that there is endless darkness rising into the sky, engulfing everything.

　　 formed a heart-pounding vortex of terror.

　　 Under the cover of darkness, he finally realized the source of this fear in his heart.

　　 is right beside him, two dim and hideous shadows have appeared at some point. One holds a heavy scarlet axe in both hands, as solemn and majestic as a priest.

　　 And the short knife in the hand of the other shadow has been attached to his neck.

　　 felt the biting cold.

　　 Until now, Sasaki Kiyomasa still doesn't understand where he is. Since standing in front of Huai Shi, his life is no longer in his own hands.

　　 "Ms. Sasaki, right?" In the silence, Kai Shi walked to his side and asked back.

　　 "Exactly."

　　 Under the erosion of the chill, Sasaki Kiyomasa raised his head with difficulty, and responded boldly, waiting for the dissemination of Huai Shi.

　　 But after a short and heart-pounding silence, Huai Shi raised his head in thought, but suddenly grinned, revealing a gentle smile.

　　Darkness, ghosts, frost, and death vanished in that moment.

　　 There is only one enthusiastic face left.

　　 "Mr. Sasaki——"

　　 As if seeing it at first sight, Keishi grabbed Sasaki Kiyomasa's hand and asked enthusiastically:

　　 "Have you eaten?"

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　　 Two hours later, in an izakaya with Yingzhou characteristics in the Ivory Tower.

　　 "Excuse me, let's have another bowl!"

　　 Sasaki Kiyomasa raised the empty bowl in his hand.

　　 The corners of Lin Jiu's eyes twitched, looking at the densely piled empty bowls and plates on the table, not knowing where this rice bucket came from.

　　 "Give me a bowl, too."

　　 Huai Shi also raised his hand to greet: "By the way, I will come again with a sake and a piece of fried chicken-nineteen do you want anything else? Just treat it as a teacher, you are welcome."

"I am full."

　　 Lin Nineteen looked helpless, looking at the spectacular scene on the table.

　　 It's no better than these two foodies.

　　 So in the gap between the two people waiting for the tea and rice, they ate the edamame and drank, as if they were not the one who had just fought.

　　 And Huai Shi finally figured out the causes and consequences.

　　 Sasaki Kiyomasa, is a ronin who loses nobility.

　　 And if you want to talk about the relationship, there is a little connection between the two people. Before he lost the title, the official was the Lijian family, the retainer of the Lijian family.

　　 It's a pity that because of the struggle between Tianjin and Guojin, the Wu family completely turned to the general, and the previous generation of the Lima family who stood in the wrong line was ordered to commit suicide by committing abdomen during the subsequent liquidation.

　　 And Sasaki Kiyomasa changed from an 800-stone Chinese leader to a ronin, and he had no place in Yingzhou. If you have a better mind, you might be able to restart the stove outside, but if you put on a Tiehanhan Ershu like Sasaki, who has a little less in his head, he can't find any next home.

　　After several wanderings, she eventually became a ubiquitous external teacher by taking shelter and the ivory tower.

　　 To put it simply, they are temporary workers.

　　There are not many people like the Ivory Tower. They can't get a formal contract, and there is no hope of getting their own fixed classroom. The reason why he was able to stay was because he was valued by the professor in the ikebana classroom and recruited as his assistant teacher.

　　Professor is already very old, and it is rare to meet a younger generation who is close to his eyes. He can take care of him. I only hope that my fellow villager will not be desperate.

　　 But the good times didn't last long. Before half a year, the professor took sick leave before school started.

　　 The huge ikebana classroom has no heads, and Sasaki is greatly favored by others, but it is difficult to prevent the classroom from deteriorating day by day.

　　 Seeing the old professor's life's hard work disappear like this, even this classroom can't be kept, Sasaki's thoughts are all there.

However, even if you cut your belly, there is no egg to use~www.ltnovel.com~ And at this time, I watched the loss of my family’s students one by one, and the original students planned to turn to the classical music appreciation classroom for various reasons, and then the people in the two clubs would fan the flames. ...

　　 "If it weren't for Huaijun Haihan today, I would almost have a catastrophe."

　　 After eating, Sasaki was sitting again, and according to Yingzhou’s strictest understanding, he leaned over to salute the Huai poem, and almost slumped to the ground: "Da 変申し訳ございませんでした!"

　　 "Where is Sasaki-sensei? Aren't we not acquainted with each other?"

Huai Shi lifted him up with enthusiasm, and was relieved: "You may not know that Xiao Humber and I are in the Social Security Bureau, but we are in the social security bureau, but we have a relationship with each other. We fought side by side in the paradise and almost formed a different name. Brother and sister. In my heart, she will always be a younger sister. How can she be as knowledgeable as those in her younger sister's family?"

　　 just bullied Sasaki for not knowing the profoundness of Eastern Xia language, Kaishi kept taking advantage of him: "Misunderstanding, please don't care about it. In the future, our two classrooms must live in harmony."

　　 I don’t know why, one after another wicked thoughts are constantly emerging in my heart:

　　 Why are you angry?

　　——This kind of good tool man who lacks a string in his brain and is particularly easy to use must be held in his own hand!

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