Dragon Clan: Fujimaru-san is saving the world

The day finally passed. Ritsuka experienced campus life that for others would be enough to make a season of anime and two episodes of OVA, and finally returned to the classroom with ease.

The time at this time was the penultimate class in the afternoon. Before returning, the girl used the excuse of "testing the computer configuration" and "checking circuit faults and eliminating safety hazards" to sit down at the computer desk under Chu Zihang's astonished gaze. Play StarCraft in a refurbished computer classroom.

But of course, that Sakura was not online.

This is not surprising, after all, Ritsuka has long deduced the fact that Sakura is a Chinese student.

Even though the two have never met or talked about related topics, after being aroused by the desire to fight, Fujimaru Ritsuka was fully focused and full of firepower. With her observation and reasoning ability, it was easy to learn from Sakura's record. , online time, and other clues to infer his occupation.

Haha, he turned out to be a naughty high school student who relied on his young capital to compete with me in hand speed?

A Chinese person who actually uses a name like Sakura as his ID is probably an otaku.

I can play games all day and all night on my days off, and I probably don’t have many friends, so I don’t need to socialize.

He is a mixed race. He can play the game to this level. Compared to his bloodline, it cannot be much lower. The corresponding reflex nerves, physical operation ability, strategic and tactical skills are all superior.

The girl suddenly narrowed her eyes and sneered.

Jie Jie Jie, since you are a mixed race, you will naturally be restricted by power. When you meet one day, I will let you know my unlimited power as the director of the Executive Bureau of the Eight Sheqi Families and an honorary member of Kassel College. !

The villain in her heart was evil and ferocious, but the girl looked like a spring breeze. After playing in StarCraft for a while, she returned to the classroom and answered the teacher's questions naturally, whether it was English grammar or mathematical substitutions. Able to talk freely.

School life keeps passing by, and finally it’s time for school to end.

*

"Monitor, do you want to go home together?"

"Ah~ I'm sorry, I still have some work to do. After I finish my work, I have to practice high jumping. You can go first."

Ritsuka turned back with an apologetic smile. A large number of classmates from the class had already gathered around her. Fujimaru Ritsuka could even call them by name, but these classmates may not know each other.

"Is this the job of the student union again? It's great to be able to work with senior brother Chu Zihang."

"Hahaha, if you don't want to give in, come and sign up for the student union. I can help you write a letter of recommendation."

"Forget it, because there are too many people like this. It is said that the standards are becoming more and more strict now."

The girls sighed one after another, and then did not dwell too much on this sad topic. Instead, they said goodbye to their monitor and prepared to go home.

*

The sun was setting in the west, and the golden light was dyed dim, like wine spilled on the city. With a hint of drunkenness, people looked at the red-hot clouds in the sky and embarked on their way home.

In the student union department, Chu Zihang and Fujimaru Ritsuka are usually the last two people to leave.

Because the secretary is responsible for document recording, to put it bluntly, it is recording. Due to his own uniqueness, Fujimaru Ritsuka also added additional detailed work of review, which naturally had to be left to the end.

Chu Zihang stayed here simply because he was the president of the student union. In principle, he needed to be the last to leave and close the student union room.

If it were an ordinary woman, even if she wasn't being watched by Chu Zihang, she probably wouldn't be able to work in the same space as him.

But Fujimaru Ritsuka was different. Her efficiency was as high as ever, and she was even nearing the end.

Chu Zihang looked at his watch and found that the strength was far beyond that of the previous secretary, and even widened the gap by orders of magnitude.

Fujimaru Ritsuka is really more and more shocking the more I look at it.

The stern handsome man watched quietly as the girl shouted "Wuhu" and waved her arms after finishing the last bit of work.

"President! I'm done!"

Chu Zihang nodded.

"It's over."

The boy thought for a moment and added.

"I'll lock the door, and you can go home first."

"As you command!"

The dialogue between the two of them was generally like this. Not only the dialogue between Fujimaru Ritsuka, but also the dialogue between Chu Zihang and most people in Shilan Middle School was so concise that Ritsuka had already figured it out.

Most people only have one word.

"yes!"

Gone.

Chu Zihang was ten minutes later than Fujimaru Ritsuka. After sorting out the information, he got up again.

The keychains collided with each other like a different kind of bell, and the doorbolt made the sound of closing and locking. Chu Zihang also cautiously turned the doorknob, and after confirming that it was correct, he took his schoolbag and prepared to go home.

According to the current progress, I might have a chance to play basketball for a while when I get home. The basket at home should be almost repaired.

Thinking of this, Chu Zihang's mood improved a little and he walked faster.

*

"Lu Mingfei, the teacher told you that in your current grade, the most important thing is to learn to be a good person."

"Good teacher."

"This is what schools should teach, to develop good habits that will be useful in society in the future."

"Yes, teacher."

"Then let me ask you, how to solve this problem? Well, everything can never change without departing from its roots. I have already said it."

".Report to the teacher, I can't."

"Hey, how can you not know this question! I've told you all! What do you usually do! Let me tell you, Lu Mingfei, the most important thing for students is to study! Just study!"

Didn’t you just say that you are a human being?

Lu Mingfei stood in a daze in the office with his hands behind his back. It was not because he had the demeanor of a master, but because he really didn't know where to put his hands when he was made to stand by the teacher.

The math teacher in front of me is extremely irritable. It is not difficult to understand. Teachers are generally contradictory creatures. They will say in the morning, "Don't take physical education seriously. You will have to take exams in the future. If you fail, don't even think about it." After graduation, the body is the capital of revolution."

In the afternoon, I said, "Well, if the physical education teacher has something to do, I will teach you this class. You guys can take out your papers."

Or say before class, "Why don't you come to ask questions? I just stood on the podium for so long and no one came to ask me. Students should ask more questions!"

After class, I returned to the office and asked seriously, "Why do you have to ask such questions? Didn't you listen? Students must learn to learn on their own!"

Lu Mingfei was a high school student and had long developed a thick skin. He fully understood his mistake, but he had no intention of correcting it. Just keep repeating one sentence.

"Yes, yes, I will change it, and I will do it next time."

The teacher finally said that he felt comfortable, and Lu Mingfei also caught the slight expression, and immediately bent down more firmly to show his determination and attitude.

"Okay, okay, you can take it back first and I'll check it tomorrow." The teacher waved his hand.

Translation: Let’s go (I’ll most likely forget about this tomorrow)

Lu Mingfei was secretly happy in his heart, but his hands moved faster, and afterimages appeared frequently, he took away the test paper, thanked the teacher, closed the office door, and finished in one go.

The moment the door closed, Lu Mingfei once again felt the illusion that the world was isolated by a wooden board.

The aunt's roar and the teacher's teachings were just noise. They gradually faded away, leaving behind the wine-red world in front of them.

26.08, this is the approximate latitude of Fuzhou City.

Lu Mingfei's geography score was not very satisfactory, and he didn't know what the scenery should be like at dusk at this latitude, but at least that day, the young man looked into the distance with emotion.

The artificial light source has not yet been ignited, and the city is still shining under the natural flames, as if it has suddenly returned to the ancient civilization of the past. Lu Mingfei could not see the adults in a hurry or the students walking together and laughing. There was only silence in front of him. It's like looking at the rain curtain from a distance, and a sense of relaxation seeps out of the body.

Lu Mingfei slowed down his pace. Instead of rushing home to enjoy his aunt's baptism of the holy spear, he walked on the edge of the Shilan teaching building.

Suddenly, he stopped.

"Oh, God, I've seen a ghost."

The young man lamented how he had such a fate with a certain male god today, and unconsciously put his hands on the railing and looked down.

From his perspective, he could see that the beautiful boy named Chu Zihang was standing quietly at the junction of the teaching building and the playground, where the bicycle was parked.

His shoulder bag was hung on the right side. He held a corner of the bag with his hand, his elbows were slightly bent, and his body stood as straight as a radio tower.

The boy's face was still so harsh and cold, with an air of inhumanity.

But his eyes were slightly weak at this moment, and he just stared into the distance blankly.

Lu Mingfei suddenly became interested.

He couldn't help it and looked in the direction Chu Zihang was looking.

*

It was a sunset as bloody as blood.

The school building and corridors were dyed crimson, which was mesmerizingly beautiful, but also a little lonely.

The golden sun was half blocked by the mountains, and the sky was like a river flowing with gold. The boy let the wind blow through his clothes and watched the girl set up the slender pole.

The crossbar looked like fire-tempered iron in the light, shining like stars. The girl jumped down from the soft cushion lightly, and then opened a gap between herself and her target.

"call"

Running is one of the most popular sports in the world.

Because it is one of the events that can most directly display the human body, human limits, and the beauty of sports. Swinging arms, tilting the center of gravity slightly forward, and quickly touching the ground with the soles of the feet, leaving behind sweat, wind, sound, and the doubts of the world, the posture of moving forward blindly is the most dazzling moment of mankind.

At this moment, a young girl was running.

Her shoulder-length orange-red hair swayed in the wind, and the folds of her sportswear were smoothed by the strong wind, revealing the girl's slender limbs and eye-catching icy skin. The girl is not tall, but her body proportions are perfect. There are no scary muscle lines on her pair of straight long legs, but they burst out with unimaginable movement, speeding on the dark red runway.

Breathing steadily, the girl's unpainted face showed no ferocious look at all.

It's as bright as the moon covered by light clouds, and fluttering like the drifting snow in the returning wind.

As graceful as a startled dragon, graceful as a wandering dragon.

That is--

The girl named Fujimaru Ritsuka completed the curve leisurely, swinging her arms naturally. The black running shoes worn by her feet rubbed against the rubber track for an instant. She hardly stayed on the track, but cut through the howling wind and tore everything apart. Things that stand in front of you.

Then, he jumped up.

The whole body rotates along the longitudinal axis of the body, and at the same time, the jumping leg is retracted toward the chest. The calf immediately turns the leg when it forms 90°, and the thigh turns outward.

The posture is like an Atlantic salmon crossing a waterfall.

Legend has it that the silvery Atlantic salmon leaps out of the waterfall, stretching its waist to four times its original length.

They will experience many failures before they reach the upper reaches, starting from the deep waters of as far away as Greenland and Norway, and then returning to their birthplace to give birth to new life.

Chu Zihang knew these stories, but what he saw more quickly was the fact that the girl failed in the high jump this time.

boom--

Her back brushed against the crossbar, and in the end the girl was unable to cross the height that was too high for a high school girl.

The crossbar fell and collided with the cushion, and the girl also fell and hit the cushion.

The girl lay on the mat for a few seconds, then got up, walked off the mat, and started the next challenge.

Rapid high jumps were repeated over and over again, and failures were repeated again and again.

once.

twice.

three times

No matter how many times I repeat it, I can't seem to succeed.

But the girl just had to repeat that "meaningless" action again and again.

Why go there when you know it's useless?

Will there be results as long as you work hard?

When people witness stubborn failures again and again, are they moved by the person who is working hard, or are they moved by the reason why she started running?

Chu Zihang looked at the bloody sunset and the girl, but for some reason he recalled that rainy night and the man driving the Maybach.

The heavy rain was falling, like needles pricking the cement road, tearing open dense cracks. The cold rain and the white light of the samurai swords brushed against each other, forming a semicircular curtain of water pouring down.

The golden pupils were shattered by the falling raindrops, and the blood melted into the rain like flowers. Why did the man turn his back to him and charge towards the so-called god again and again.

perhaps

He should have understood when he took the first step.

Men are willing to die

It's just because there is someone he loves more behind him.

ps: I know you are asking why you can’t even jump over high jumps. In fact, it was hinted at when Ritsuka was lifting dumbbells in the previous article. I will write about it in the next chapter.

It can be regarded as a supplement to the settings of alchemy props in this world, and why it is possible to summon heroic spirits through alchemy weapons.

I wrote a whole volume just to write about this scene!

Next, it’s time to start editing!