() "Wow." With a noise, Ito Cheng stood up from his seat. Then Ito Cheng glanced at Nanjo Kisaro next to him, turned around and walked out of the classroom.

The moment Ito Cheng left the classroom, Nanjo Kisaro stood up from his seat suddenly, turned around and walked out of the classroom, followed by Ito Cheng, whose figure was looming not far ahead, and walked to the rooftop of the school.

After a while, the two came to the rooftop one after another.

But as soon as the two of them reached the rooftop, Nanjo Kisaro immediately launched a roundhouse kick at the head of Ito Shiro, who was facing away from her.

"Tsk, still so impulsive." Ito Cheng said lightly without even turning his head, reaching out to hold Nanjo Kisara's roundhouse kick.

Nanjo Kisara was not discouraged when he saw that he was blocked by the roundhouse kick. He immediately twisted his waist in mid-air and kicked out the other foot that was originally used as a supporting leg.

Hearing the whistling sound in his ears, Ito Shige, who raised his arm to support Nanjo Kisara's roundhouse kick, immediately turned his wrist and grabbed Nanjo Kisaro's ankle with his backhand. At the same time, he stretched out his other hand to grab Nanjo Kisaro. Sara's calves, feet, waist and shoulders worked together to throw Nanjo Kisaro, whose body was in the air, towards the water tank on the side.

"Bang!" The next second, a muffled sound instantly sounded on the rooftop, and a huge irregular concave limit appeared at the place where Nanjo Kisaro's body hit.

"Uh~" Nanjo Kisaro groaned instinctively as his body was hit, and he turned over and fell from the surface of the water tank to the ground.

At this time, Ito Cheng jumped up to the small platform where the water storage tank was placed.

"It is good to have the courage to challenge, but you must also distinguish the strength gap with your opponent and blindly attack enemies with unknown strength. This is the way to death in a samurai battle." Walking to Nanjo Kisara's head Ito Cheng, who was squatting down, said softly.

"Are you humiliating me?" Nanjo Kisaro looked up at Ito and said with an angry look.

"No, I'm just teaching you the common sense of a warrior." Ito Cheng ignored Nanjo Kisara's angry look. Said with a slight smile on his face. Then he reached out and hooked Nanjo Kisaro's chin, and said with a strange smile, "If I want to humiliate you, I like to use a more direct method. For example..."

Nanjo Kisaro was still okay with what Ito Nari said before, but he really felt flustered and scared about what he said next and Ito Nari's performance. After all, no matter what, Nanjo Kisara is a girl. A girl who has just entered the second grade of high school and is only sixteen or seventeen years old will naturally show timidity when her own safety is not guaranteed.

"...You know." Just when Nanjo Kisara thought that Ito Cheng was going to do something to her. Ito Cheng suddenly let go of the finger hooked on her chin, stood up and chuckled.

Nanjo Kisara breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Ito Cheng retreating, then he endured the pain in his body and quickly got up from the ground.

"What on earth did you come to see me for?" Nanjo Kisaro, who had completely recognized the gap in strength and did not behave unwisely again, looked at Ito Cheng with a wary expression and asked.

"I just want to ask you for some information." Ito Cheng smiled and said, "Some intelligence information about Shirahama Kenichi."

"What do you want to know?" Nanjo Kisaro asked with a frown.

"I want to know where your battle against him is going." Ito Cheng explained.

"The boy named Shirahama Kenichi you are talking about just defeated my strongest Takeda trio some time ago and let two of their members escape. I am planning to find a time to sanction them in a while. Then I will personally deal with Shirahama Kenichi in your mouth." Nanjo Kisaro said.

"The two guys who broke away are named Kazuki Takeda and Takazo Ukita." Ito Cheng asked again.

"Yes." Nanjo Kisara looked at Ito Shiro in surprise, wondering how he even knew the name of such a junior figure.

"It seems that because of my departure, the plot has been corrected back on track." After receiving the confirmation, Ito Cheng thought to himself, "But this is good, it saves me the need to find information myself."

"Remember to tell me what you are going to do in the future." Ito Cheng, who had put away his thoughts, looked at Nanjo Kisara and said.

"What are you going to do?" Nanjo Kisaro asked with a frown.

"I have my own plans, you don't need to know that." Ito Cheng replied quietly. Then he raised his eyes and glanced at Nanjo Kisaro and suddenly asked, "Do you want to become stronger?"

"What do you mean?" Nanjo Kisara asked as he looked at Ito Cheng in surprise.

"You just need to answer whether I do or don't want to." Ito Cheng didn't answer Nanjo Kisara's question and asked again.

"Nonsense, of course I thought about it." Nanjo Kisaro curled his lips and said.

"Just think about it. From now on, come to me on the rooftop during club activities at noon and afternoon every day during school. I will guide you in your practice." Ito Cheng jumped off the small platform and said.

"Eh, eh, eh?" Nanjo Kisara looked at Ito Cheng's back with a surprised look on his face and shouted. She really didn't understand what Ito Cheng was going to do, but he was kind enough to guide her.

But just when she was about to ask Ito Cheng, Ito Cheng's figure had completely disappeared from the rooftop.

On the other side, Ito Cheng, who left from the rooftop, went straight to the staff lounge, found Mr. Xiaolu, the head teacher, and applied for leave from her. For students who had just transferred to another school and had only attended one class on their first day, it would not be easy to ask for leave. However, under Ito Cheng's well-founded nonsense, Teacher Xiaolu finally agreed to his request and took Got permission to ask for leave.

Ito Cheng then said goodbye to Teacher Xiaolu, and left Desolate High School directly to a nearby comprehensive shopping mall, where he bought schoolbags, new bedding, and daily necessities such as frequent changes of clothes. Then he carried these things back to Yangshan City and started the next step. Practice.

Because today is school time, neither Misakiji Akiu nor Nikichi Chio have any students to teach, so they naturally have a lot of free time to guide Ito Nari in his practice. And because Ito Cheng basically mastered the basics of Muay Thai yesterday, the teaching time that originally belonged to Apacha was evenly divided between Niuki Zhio and Misakiji Akiu, causing the two people's coaching time to be extended again A lot.

"Apacha is so lonely. Apacha also wants to teach his disciples." Apacha on the side squatted on the ground like a child without a toy, drawing circles on the ground with his fingers and muttered.

In this way, several hours passed unknowingly under the guidance and teaching of Misakiji Akiu and Niuki Shio.

"I'll come back." At about four o'clock in the afternoon, with the sound of the door, Fenglin Temple Meiyu's voice rang in Liang Shangbo.

"Kenichi, what are you still dawdling about? Come quickly and get on the Taoist uniform and practice." Uikichi Chio, who had nothing to do because it was Misakiji Akiu's turn to teach Ito Nari, hurriedly said to him and followed Miu of Fūrinji into Liangshan Park. Shirahama Kenichi shouted.

"Yes!" Shirahama Ken responded as he stood at attention, then quickly ran back to the house, put on his karate uniform, and returned to the courtyard to receive instruction from Niki Shio.

Feng Linji Miu, who had long been accustomed to this scene, smiled warmly, turned around and walked back to her room.

In the following time, because of the presence of Shirahama Kenichi, the entire Liangshan Lake seemed to be alive and full of vitality.

"As expected of the protagonist of this world." Ito Cheng sighed in his heart, clearly feeling that the atmosphere of the dojo was completely different with and without Shirahama Kenichi.

The day slowly ended in this fun, and then the time came to the next day.

"Eh? Ito Nari, are you going to school?" Shirahama Kenichi said in surprise when he found Ito Nari carrying a black leather schoolbag.

"How fresh." Ito Cheng glanced at Shirahama Kenichi and said.

"By the way, I don't know which school you are from, Ito-gege." Fengrinji Miu looked at Ito-gee with curiosity and asked.

"Haha, I've been walking with you for so long, haven't you noticed yet?" Ito Cheng asked with a smile.

"Are you also from Desolate High School?" Kenichi Shirahama and Miu Fengrinji looked stunned at first, and then asked almost at the same time.

"Well, yes." Ito Cheng turned his hand and took out a student ID card with his photo on it and handed it to Shirahama Kenichi and Fuulinji Miu.

"Ito Cheng, Class X, sophomore at Desolate High School, student number xxx..." Kenichi Shirahama read out the information on his student ID card softly.

"It's true." Feng Linji Miu said. Then he looked stunned again, looked at Ito Cheng and asked, "Did you go to our school yesterday to go through the transfer procedures?"

"Smart." Ito Cheng put away his student ID card and looked at Feng Linji Miu in praise. Then he looked at Shirahama Kenichi and Furinji Miu with a smile on his face and said, "You are the first year of high school and I am the second year of high school. Come and call me, senior."

"Shocked..." Shirahama Kenichi and Fourinji Miu all looked at Ito Shige with astonishment after hearing this, but they couldn't say the word "senpai" out of their mouths.

"Okay, I'm just joking." Ito Cheng was just joking, and he didn't really expect the two of them to call him, so after seeing the embarrassing look of the two of them who wanted to scream but couldn't, he quickly waved his hands and said.

Hearing Ito Cheng's words, Shirahama Kenichi and Fuulinji Miu both breathed a sigh of relief.

Then the three of them talked and laughed all the way to Desolate High School, walked into the teaching building, and walked to their classrooms.

"Hey, you're here quite early." Ito Cheng walked slowly to his seat and put his schoolbag on the desk. He looked at the person still wearing a red short-sleeved T-shirt and jeans with only one trouser leg. At this time, Nanjo Kisara, who crossed his legs on the desk in front of him, clasped his hands behind his head, and gently rocked the chair with only two back legs for support, laughed.

"It's not too late for you." Nanjo Kisara curled his lips and said. (To be continued.)