Tokyo Wrestler

Sett suppressed a laugh, acting as if nothing had happened, and continued eating with his head down.

......

After school.

Normal life in Tokyo doesn't involve any after-school or rainy day stories; it's just endless club activities and studies, plus some part-time jobs.

If fighting in underground boxing matches counts as working and studying, Sett fits all three criteria.

He practiced footwork in the bustling and crowded boxing club.

As a high school club, even though it has expanded considerably due to its frequent awards, its training equipment is still far inferior to that of a proper boxing club.

Sett didn't use any fancy props to practice his footwork.

Some still only cherish the corner punching bag.

*Whoosh* *Bang bang* *Whoosh whoosh*

Sett got into position, chest in, fist raised, treating the corner sandbag as an enemy. He recalled the footwork rhythm from his fight with Durex yesterday and combined his footwork with his punches.

Stepping forward to dodge a punch...stepping forward to dodge a punch...

The more Sett practiced, the more worried he became, and the more his brows furrowed.

He can't find his rhythm when attacking!

No matter how he imitated, practiced, or recalled, he always felt very awkward, as if his feet weren't feet and his fists weren't fists, and he simply couldn't effectively combine the two.

Not to mention achieving the smooth and fluid transitions of boxing footwork that are as artistic as those of Duras.

He had this feeling yesterday in the underground boxing ring, which is also the root cause of why Du Laisi mocked his footwork as immature.

The same is true today.

"There's definitely something I've overlooked... but what is it?"

As a half-baked boxer who had only practiced for half a year, Sett pondered for a long time, but the lack of knowledge in his mind could not give him any answers.

Sett could only stand in front of the sandbag and start trying again and again.

Lift your left foot, push off the ground with your right foot, and simultaneously take a quick step forward with your left foot...

This is the "sprint step" in boxing footwork.

Sett then followed up with a left jab.

Bang!

It struck the sandbag, producing a dull thud.

Everything is normal now.

After the attack ends, it's time to revert to basic footwork, thus transitioning to the next continuous attack or retreat.

But just then!

That strange feeling returned!

Sett's footwork suddenly became incredibly stiff, his movements were extremely difficult to switch, lacked any fluidity, and had no rhythm whatsoever.

In a real underground boxing ring, this would be an obvious weakness, and a crucial opportunity for the opponent.

Yesterday, he squandered many excellent opportunities to KO Du Laisi because of this, and could only drag the opponent out of strength and use his skills to speed up and launch surprise attacks.

Sett stopped again.

Be puzzled.

I have absolutely no idea where I went wrong.

After trying for a long time without success, and watching the time tick by, I realized that the afternoon I had worked so hard to earn, even to the point of muscle strain, was about to be wasted.

Sett couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

"It would take too much time to figure it out on your own."

He looked up and around, trying to find an "experienced boxing coach".

The club's boxing coach, who was not far away, was busy instructing other newly joined first-year students and obviously didn't have much free time to help Sett with one-on-one tutoring.

Meanwhile, the other experienced senior boxers were all focused on training hard, striving for their respective professional dreams.

In addition, Sett wasn't very familiar with them.

If you were to ask him if he knows anyone at the boxing club…

final...…

Sett's gaze fell on the boxing fangirl with fangs, who was practicing in front of the speedball, sweating profusely, her hair sticking to her cheeks.

I remember her saying that she had been training since she was a child and should have more experience than me. I should go ask her and learn from her. It's not good to work alone in isolation... Sett thought, and walked towards the boxing fangirl.

...

Ei Okita is feeling very unwell right now.

While she was in class today, her best friend next to her suddenly handed her her phone mysteriously and said:

"Isn't this the tall, handsome mixed-race guy you're currently pursuing?"

Upon hearing that it was about Sett, Okita Ei didn't want to listen to the lesson anymore and eagerly took the phone to check it.

Then... she was dumbfounded.

The phone screen displays a photograph.

Based on the surrounding buildings and pedestrians, it can be seen that the photo was taken at the school gate, but there are two people in the photo.

Occupying the left side of the photo is Ito Yumuri, the most famous ice queen of Ouran High School. At this moment, this beautiful girl, who always appears cold to everyone, is holding her schoolbag with both hands in front of her. She stops walking, slightly moves her forehead, looks to the right, and slightly parts her red lips, as if she is having an intimate conversation with someone.

And the person Ito Yumuri was talking to...

It's Sett!

Okita Ei's heart skipped a beat; she felt like she was having a heart attack.

She felt even more heartbroken after seeing the comments from the person who posted the thread.

[Ito Goddess Fan Club Leader]:

"Gentlemen, our most threatening enemy has appeared. Yesterday, the goddess focused her attention solely on this thief amidst a crowd of thousands. Today, she even walked to school with this thief, chatting and laughing all the way."

"Gentlemen, the war has begun, and the top spot on the list of those who deserve to be killed will change hands again. Sett-Hughes is our eternal enemy!"

Putting aside the typical cringeworthy tone of these shut-ins.

Okita Ei extracted useful information from it:

Seti and Ito Yumuri are together?

Okita Ei is just a very ordinary high school girl.

In her search for love, she felt like a drummer wielding a drumstick, striking the drumhead with tremendous force, producing a deafening sound that everyone around could hear.

But Seti, the only one inside the drum, did not respond at all.

As time went on, even a seasoned drummer like her, who frequently reads romance comics and is familiar with the plot tropes of romantic dramas, couldn't help but feel bewildered and secretly anxious.

But Sett's performance yesterday.

It undoubtedly gave her a glimmer of hope, allowing her to see the drumhead crack and Sett crawl out to embrace her.

But this photo today.

But it made her feel as if she had fallen into the deepest hell.

She unleashed a furious barrage of speedballs.

When she first arrived at the boxing club, she had already seen Sett, but she didn't want to go around nagging him like before.

He's just a man; there are so many in Tokyo, they don't need another one like him!

There are 35 billion men in the world!!

Okita Ei thought angrily as her subordinates bombarded her with speedballs at an increasingly higher frequency!

Sudden.

On her eighteen thousandth peek at Sett, she discovered that Sett was actually walking towards her.

Her heart was pounding faster than usual.

But I still forced myself to remain calm and thought:

Hmph, come on then, I'm not going to pay any attention to you. Even if you're tall, handsome, and gentle... so what!?

If you don't love someone, you just don't love them!

snort!!

Okita Ei resolutely turned her gaze back.

... ...

Sett approached the boxing fangirl.

He didn't speak immediately, but quietly watched her training for a while.