He tried to save the fallen girls, but they came after him instead.

"No need, no need, we can do it next time." Shirakawa didn't bring a swimsuit or a change of clothes, which was indeed a bit inconvenient. "Let's go, let's go to the second floor and take a look."

To improve his combat abilities, the best and most stable method for Shirakawa at present is to learn some fighting skills, just in case.

The rewards provided by the system are too unstable; one must be strong oneself to succeed.

Meanwhile, on the second floor.

Akaza Sakine, who had no classes scheduled, was sitting on a small stool next to the water dispenser with her colleague, complaining.

Her colleague was tall and beautiful, and looked like a weight loss coach.

"So, when your cousin was mentally unstable, the guy she was flirting with was taking care of her?" her colleague asked.

"Correct."

"And that boy was flirting with other girls after school?"

“That’s right.” Akaza Sakine angrily gulped down a large glass of water.

The few cans of beer she drank while eating had no effect on her.

"That guy was a bit of a jerk, but high school students these days are very open-minded. Maybe it was just a misunderstanding."

"What misunderstanding? Damn it, don't let me catch him, I'll beat him to a pulp."

Akaza Sakine threw a few punches into the air, giving her colleagues a "military display".

"How old are you? Why are you making such a big deal out of a high school student? Talk to your cousin properly. Civilized society, reject violence."

"No, I hate scumbags the most, especially scumbags who lie to my sister. She finally gets to study in peace at school, and I can't let her go astray. Tomorrow I'll go to his school gate and block him!" Akaza Sakine said, her fists swinging more and more fiercely.

Hey~

The elevator made a sound when it arrived at the station.

"You keep practicing your boxing, I'll go see who's here for class."

The courses on the second floor were too luxurious, so not many people came to take them; they knew most of the regulars.

The elevator doors opened, and the manager was leading a high school student out.

Akaza Sakine was tired from playing and was filling a paper cup with water from the water dispenser. She drank it as soon as she finished, as if it were an inexhaustible water jug.

Her colleague quickly stepped forward and asked, "Manager, who is this...?"

"Our new VIPs, come check out the courses here."

"I want to learn a course in martial arts or self-defense. Could you explain it to me briefly, what it involves, so I can take a look?" Shirakawa said.

It must be some rich young master working out to pick up girls again!

Akaza glanced at it disdainfully, then gasped in surprise and looked at it several more times in disbelief.

That's right, it's him!

Akaza smiled slightly, tiptoed to a room with excellent soundproofing, and took out his phone to dial a number.

Shirakawa hadn't yet spotted Akaza; he was still discussing class-related matters with his manager and colleagues.

"If you want to try a combat class now... it seems like Akaza is the only instructor available. She's a bit muscular and usually teaches women's self-defense. Guys rarely choose her classes," my colleague said tactfully.

When male trainers look for instructors, they usually prefer those who are fair-skinned and beautiful, like Akaza, who is only popular among female members.

"It's alright, then let's sit in Akaza."

Shirakawa wasn't picky; he came to improve his combat strength, not to flirt with girls.

"She's right here... wait, where did she go?" The colleague realized that Akaza, who was sitting at the water dispenser, had suddenly disappeared.

Just then, her phone rang.

"Hey, I'm waiting for class in the empty classroom. Is this a new member? Call him over quickly."

Akaza's voice conveyed a sense of eagerness.

His colleagues were also surprised that Akaza was so enthusiastic this time.

"This time, a male high school student came, mainly wanting to learn martial arts or something similar."

"I know, I know, just call him over, I'm waiting in the big classroom!"

Does she still like this kind of thing?

My colleague was a little surprised and hung up the phone.

"How should we address the guests?"

"Shirakawa."

"Mr. Shirakawa, please come with me."

43. Gym boxing! 2

"This is it." His colleague led Shirakawa to a large room.

Wooden knives were placed in the corner, and all the protective gear, gloves, and gauntlets were neatly arranged on the shelves. There were even some shields and clubs hanging on the wall.

Shirakawa had looked into it before. Some high-end fitness centers also offer martial arts courses.

The facilities are really complete, but where are the coaches?

There was no one else in the large room.

Shirakawa was about to leave.

But then she saw the familiar red-haired woman walk in from the corridor with a smile and gently close the door.

Isn't that the muscular girl who appears at the school gate? What's she doing here?

The red-haired woman was wearing a sports vest and sports shorts. Her figure was really similar to Chun-Li's. Although she was full of muscles, they were all in the right places: strong arms, plump legs, thick but not excessive arms, and abs that were even more prominent than her chest.

Very handsome.

Although the red-haired woman smiled, a strange kind of ruthlessness emanated from her eyes.

It's the feeling of a hunter about to capture his prey.

Sensing the murderous aura, Shirakawa's heart skipped a beat. He quickly walked out while saying with a wry smile, "Um... I'm not feeling well today. I'll come back tomorrow, I'll come back tomorrow."

The red-haired woman didn't speak, but instead blocked Shirakawa's path with her arm and gently turned the lock under the doorknob.

Click.

The door is locked.

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Akaza Sakine, and I am Nikaido Misaki's older cousin."

Ah this?

That makes sense. She was waiting for Nikaido at the school gate, and earlier at the school supermarket, Nikaido was sitting on the back of her seat while Shirakawa was chatting and laughing with the Mido sisters. Seeing her glare at him so fiercely, combined with the text message Nikaido sent to Shirakawa on Line...

Oh no, oh no, we've walked right into a trap.

"Um... I'm Shirakawa. Is there some misunderstanding between us?"

"What misunderstanding? I'm just here to give a lesson to my esteemed VIP client," Akaza Sakine said, twisting her neck and cracking her wrists, her joints making a creaking sound.

Shirakawa turned on his phone and sent a message to Nikaido asking for help.

[Boss, I'm with your cousin on the second floor, please help!]

Wait, is she still swimming?

This is really the end.

"Mr. Shirakawa, please wait in the middle of the venue for a moment."

Akaza spoke in a businesslike tone, but it made Shirakawa feel sweating profusely.

Shirakawa had no choice but to walk to the center of the room. Akaza found some protective gear, including knee pads and rubber headbands, on the shelf and tossed them in front of Shirakawa.

"Put it on."

"So soon...real combat training?"

"Of course, practicing self-defense or combat techniques only yields the best results in actual combat." Akaza had already mobilized his entire body, his hands constantly opening and closing, searching for the feeling of making a fist.

Shirakawa was forced to wear protective gear, which required fastening the back buttons and other inconvenient parts. Akaza even "thoughtfully" helped him with these.

After Shirakawa finished wearing the protective gear, almost every part of his body was covered, giving him the appearance of a medieval armored warrior.

Akaza was quite satisfied, because this way she could beat him up without holding back.

"Are you ready? Does the protective gear feel comfortable?"

"No."

"Are you sure?" Akaza put on his freestyle boxing gloves.

"determine."

"Alright. Our combat training course is about to begin."