Do you like Yu-Gi-Oh even if it's like this?

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"In what world do cats need to be washed like this?!...Wait, wait...You don't mean to!"

——No! If I am pushed into the toilet here, my dignity as a girl will be destroyed!

"Don't worry, I like to sit on the toilet for a long time, so the cleaning here is very good."

—The degree to which white porcelain sparkles under the light.

"That's not the problem!!!"

She twisted her body wildly, trying to break free from my control, but it was useless.

——Next chapter! The death of the card thief! Deul standby! !

"Pujipa~" (the sound of falling into water)

Die was a primary school girl, and she was very slender. She was thrown on the toilet with her inner thighs and back stuck in the toilet seat and her little butt directly touching the water surface.

"…(desperate dullness)"

The chill immediately changed her expression from one of fear to one of stiffness, and her pupils contracted in varying sizes.

But it's not over yet.

——I reached out for the button.

“…No, don’t…Please don’t…”

She woke up from her daze. The coldness in her lower body had filled her with despair of having her dignity crushed, but she still begged for my last bit of mercy.

"Migratory bird..."

"Migratory bird...?"

“Is the migratory bird fun?”

——This is her last chance (false).

"...Okay, it's fun."

"Oh. (Ruthless)"

I pressed the flush button.

“Kouyia ...

With a splashing sound, her lower body was submerged in the water.

—Flush, flush, flush, flush.

…By the way, I was going to keep flushing no matter what she said.

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"Robin...my robin..."

"What, what's wrong?"

The next day, Haruka blinked when she saw the gray and white butterfly.

"I...something was done to me that I can't really talk about with anyone..."

——What kind of new-age torture is this…

"What's wrong? Did the teacher do something to you?"

Haruka blinked when she saw that Die looked strange.

——The teacher beat this underworld duelist into autism?

"Yao, you have to know..."

Her eyes were filled with numbness and despair that were not appropriate for a woman of her age.

"There are some things that you can't say even if you die."

——Die, 11 years old, hiding in the toilet in her heart.

"……"mountain spring

Seeing that Die was still unwilling to talk, Yao could only sigh and continue reading.

——Anyway, after that, she still had a lot of fun playing Migrant Bird...The teacher gave her the deck.

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"...Is that so? I understand."

——At night, I put down my phone, put her homework aside, and signaled her to leave. ⑸

"What's wrong?"

She looked at my phone which was placed aside.

"It's okay. I'll go to your parents' meeting next week."

——I fully believe that if Mei is free, she will be willing to go in my place.

But since she is busy, there is nothing we can do.

"But that will be a week later - before that..."

Seeing her mood quickly drop, I tried to change the subject.

"You, still don't plan to participate in the store competition?"

——Unlike Haruka who actively participates in other store competitions, Chou seems to be afraid of unfamiliar places.

“…It’s okay if you don’t participate, right?”

"of course."

Even with just my teaching, she could become a pretty strong duelist, and Haruka's wild growth might be too difficult for her.

"But... your upper limit might be lower than Haruka's. Is that okay?"

The experience gained from playing in store tournaments on your own is not as good as the experience gained from being taught - after all, modern Yu-Gi-Oh is the art of compromise, with ten thousand ways of developing ideas versus ten thousand ways of conquering people, the resulting venues will be all kinds of weird.

Of course, it doesn't matter if the Red Lotus Thunder is slippery, and the type of display explosion that only needs to make up more points does not need to think so much, but once it is dragged into a beat battle, or even just in the second and third games of the bo3, the lack of experience will seriously affect the winning rate.

"..."

After hearing what I said, she fell silent.

"Then... I'll give it a try next time?"

"Then I'll invite you to the next store tournament?"

"it is good."

——A store usually holds about three competitions a month... three OCG/TCG competitions, and three simplified Chinese competitions in China.

The decks I teach them now are basically the longer-lived types in OCG. Although they don't have the suppression power of the latest top decks on the pie chart, fortunately, they are generally flexible in construction, can get a high position from time to time, and are relatively value-preserving.

But of course, the part where they transform themselves is not within the scope of my teaching.

"So, are you ready to side?"

——Before, when I asked Yao to participate in other stores, I prepared a side bag of more than 30 cards for her. It contained targeted cards, and the cards would be different depending on the card deck used in the environment.

The function is to select specific cards and replace the components of the main deck in the second and third games of BO3 according to the characteristics of the first and second hands and the opponent's deck.

If the opponent is the Death Prison Lin Township and Shadow, then join the fusion forbidden zone.

If the opponent is Long Hui Qiao, add the Lock Bird.

If the opponent is Flash Striker, add Mandate... Oh, Mandate is in, then it's okay.

"...side, can you teach me?"

"Of course - from basic concepts to strategies to common cards, I can teach you one by one."

I gave her half of my seat, spread out the pie chart, and then explained the characteristics of those decks one by one, and the counter cards that might be used.

On that night when the stars crossed the sky, we missed a meteor shower, and instead only the countermeasure card for Long Huiqiao remained in our memory.

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Soon, the first store competition arrived.

I took her into the store - this was not Fangs, but another card store called "Milk Tea".

"spider?"

"It's a spider—I don't want to fight you."

Many people greeted me.

"...Teacher, are you strong?"

Die was a little surprised to hear these words.

"It's hard to say, at most it's just a problem."

——Speaking of which, these guys are indeed card masters. Their focus is on me instead of Die.

"Sign her up too. I'll pay for the registration fee."

——Sure enough, as soon as these words came out, everyone’s eyes turned to Die.