People are infinite, creating the strongest Crystal Palace

In the silent kendo club, a man and a woman stood facing each other, holding bamboo swords, each standing at the starting point.

"Don't you wear a protective uniform, Junior?"

Looking at Moyan holding the bamboo sword in one hand without any protective clothing, Busujima Saeko couldn't help but ask in surprise.

"A true sword fight is to defeat the opponent with swordsmanship without any restraint."

Moyan said some second-year words and raised the bamboo sword with one hand, pointing it diagonally at Busujima Saeko.

Moyan, who possesses the strength of a grandmaster in swordsmanship, does not think that he will lose to Busujima Saeko.

Facing Moyan who held the bamboo sword diagonally with one hand, Busujima Saeko did not feel looked down upon. Instead, she focused her eyes and pointed the bamboo sword diagonally at Moyan with both hands.

Because Busujima Saeko felt a sense of momentum, the same momentum she had felt from her father before.

"No, this aura is much stronger than that of my father."

Feeling this momentum, even though Moyan was just standing there with a bamboo sword in one hand, Busujima Saeko couldn't find any point of attack.

Busujima Saeko held the bamboo sword tightly in both hands, her mind highly concentrated, a drop of cold sweat slid from her white forehead to her round chin.

Time seemed to slow down, making Busujima Saeko feel a little tormented.

despair!

Suddenly, the sweat drops that were originally hanging on Busujima Saeko's chin fell on her plump breasts wrapped in her school uniform, making a slight sound, which distracted Saeko for a moment.

At this moment, Moyan moved.

With one hand raised high and then lowered, Moyan quickly came to Busujima Saeko.

Snapped!

In a panic, Busujima Saeko tried her best to raise the bamboo sword above her head to block Moyan's rapid attack, but the huge force still made Busujima Saeko feel a dull pain in her hands.

The majestic figure of Xiong Qian also swayed to an exaggerated degree with her movements.

"To have such strength with just one hand, it's truly monstrous strength."

Busujima Saeko was secretly frightened.

However, before Busujima Saeko could recover from the previous attack, Moyan's bamboo sword had already slashed towards her left waist.

Snapped!

After another hasty block, Busujima Saeko felt her hands slightly numb.

Snapped!

Another swift right shoulder slash was still blocked by Busujima Saeko.

Snapped!

After blocking Moyan's head-on attack again, Busujima Saeko immediately pulled back and got out of Moyan's attack range.

Busujima Saeko can now be sure that the boy in front of her, who is younger than herself, is a master of kendo who is even better than her father.

Although he was also crushed when sparring with his father, the pressure was far less than that brought to him by the young man in front of him.

The power, speed and accuracy of a one-handed bamboo sword are far superior to those of his father.

The young man in front of her was so powerful, but Busujima Saeko was not discouraged. Instead, she became more and more eager to fight.

Snapped!

This time it was not Moyan who attacked, but Busujima Saeko.

Moyan blocked Busujima Saeko's blow to his neck with one hand. At the same time, he saw Busujima Saeko's smiling face, slightly red cheeks due to excitement, and eyes with a hint of bloodthirstiness.

Seeing Busujima Saeko like this, Moyan smiled slightly.

This kind of Busujima Saeko is the real Busujima Saeko.

Snap! Snap! Snap!

Busujima Saeko launched a fierce attack, slashing at vital points with every strike of her sword, and the bamboo sword whistled as it was swung.

However, all of Busujima Saeko's attacks were easily blocked by Mo Yan, and he even counterattacked a few times and almost knocked the bamboo sword out of Busujima Saeko's hand.

The kendo competition that was originally scheduled to last five minutes was dragged to twenty minutes by the two men.

At this time, the two stood facing each other again. After twenty minutes of high-intensity exercise, Busujima Saeko was panting, her plump breasts heaving constantly. She was exhausted, and her hands holding the bamboo sword were shaking.

But Busujima Saeko's burning fighting spirit did not cool down. Instead, it seemed to have reached its peak, with her eyes shining with golden light.

Moyan looked at Busujima Saeko at this moment and felt that it was almost done. After Busujima Saeko calmed down and digested the experience of this fight, her kendo skills would surely be greatly improved.

"Bushima-senpai, it's almost time to end this duel. The next blow will defeat you."

Moyan held the bamboo sword in one hand, but did not raise it. Instead, he pointed it diagonally at the ground.

“Hu…Hu…Hehe, come on, junior.”

Busujima Saeko smiled, excitedly holding the bamboo sword high in both hands, gathering strength to prepare for the final blow.

After exchanging glances for a while, the two moved at the same time and passed each other.

Snap! Ta-ta!

A bamboo sword fell outside the venue.

[Ding! Hidden mission: Defeat Saeko Busujima - Completed. Rewards: 2000 reincarnation points, Saeko Busujima black iron treasure chest x 1]

Moyan stood up, put down the bamboo sword in his hand, and saw Busujima Saeko's figure staggering.

He immediately stepped forward and hugged Busujima Saeko who was about to go to the bottom, not caring that Busujima Saeko was covered in sweat and held her in his arms.

Only then did Moyan notice that Busujima Saeko was breathing evenly and had fallen asleep.

This is not Saeko Busujima's fault. It is impossible for an ordinary person to concentrate her mind and body with all her might for twenty minutes to fight against an opponent who is far superior to her, even though Moyan was letting her win.

Looking at the girl lying in his arms, Moyan finally had time to look at this heroine who shines so brightly in the anime.

"As expected, her appearance is somewhat different from what I remember. The same was true for Shizuka Marikawa before."

Moyan finally understood that anime is just anime after all, and it doesn’t mean that it will be exactly the same when it becomes reality.

It is said that there are no ugly women in the second dimension, and this statement is indeed true.

But it doesn't mean that all ugly girls are beautiful. Just like the group of girls on the playground before, although they all have good figures, their faces are just ordinary faces. You can't recognize who is who in a crowd. They can't be compared with Shizuka Marikawa and Saeko Busujima.

Moyan lowered his head and immediately saw Busujima Saeko's plump upper body. Her clothes were wet with sweat, revealing the dark purple lace pattern underneath.

Moyan could even vaguely see a hint of white flesh and the deep ravines through the collar of the clothes.

Fortunately, Moyan has developed a good level of concentration through studying the materials, otherwise Busujima Saeko, who is now defenseless, would be the little sheep falling into the mouth of the big bad wolf.

[If you want to see Sese, please support me more, otherwise I won’t be brave enough]

Chapter 3: Teach Shido Koichi a lesson, Miyamoto Rei's affection

When Busujima Saeko opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was Moyan's handsome face and gentle smile.

Busujima Saeko recalled the fight just now. She had never shown her true strength in fights with people of the same age, but this time she really fought to her heart's content.

Seeing that Moyan's eyes were a little blurry, Busujima Saeko couldn't help but stretch out her jade hand and gently stroked Moyan's face.

"Junior, I am your property from now on. Shouldn't you tell me your name?"

Busujima Saeko's words made Moyan a little confused.

Didn’t you report your name?

Well, it seems that there really isn't.

"cough…"

With a light cough, to cover up the embarrassment, Moyan immediately introduced himself:

"Senior Dudao, my name is Moyan, and I'm an international student from Long Country. I just transferred to Fujimi Academy today and am a sophomore."

"Puhehe... From now on I belong to Yanjun, just call me Saeko."

Hearing Moyan still calling her "senior", Busujima Saeko couldn't help but chuckle.

Busujima Saeko stood up from Moyan's arms and immediately saw her school uniform soaked with sweat.

"I...I...will go change my clothes..." Busujima Saeko's cheeks flushed instantly and she quickly walked towards the women's locker room of the Kendo Club.

Moyan looked at Busujima Saeko who was leaving, a little dazed.

"She's prettier than Saeko in the anime, sure enough."

The shy look of Busujima Saeko just now really amazed Moyan.

The girl who had been competing with him in kendo with heroic movements just a moment ago was now shy and blushing like a little woman, which immediately made Moyan feel a little moved.

Three minutes later, Busujima Saeko came out wearing a new school uniform.

"Sorry to have kept you waiting, Yan-jun."

With her cheeks still slightly red, Busujima Saeko came up to Moyan and apologized.

"There's no need to apologize. Although Saeko-senpai is my property from now on, as long as you don't cross my bottom line, my tolerance is still very high. There's no need to apologize for such a small matter."

Moyan's words made Busujima Saeko stunned for a moment, and then she smiled.

From the strong possessive look in Moyan's eyes before, Busujima Saeko could roughly understand Moyan's character.

Although he is a male chauvinist, he will respect women's wishes before crossing their bottom line.

However, what Busujima Saeko didn't know was that Moyan's tolerance was only reserved for his own women. As for hostile women, Moyan would only train them into X slaves if he liked them.

As for the life and death of other enemies, it depends on Moyan’s mood.

After getting Busujima Saeko's cell phone number and home address, Moyan temporarily said goodbye to Busujima Saeko and walked out of the kendo club.

Ding-ling-ling!!!

As soon as he stepped out of the Kendo Club, Moyan heard the bell for the end of get out of class.

Walking towards the teaching building, the corridors were full of young boys and girls, full of vitality and youthfulness, which reminded Moyan of his high school life in the present world.

With a light chuckle, he shook off the memories in his mind and strolled casually around the teaching building.

When he arrived at the corridor leading to the second year of high school, he discovered something that interested Moyan.

……

"Oh, isn't this Miyamoto-san?"

In the corridor from the third floor to the second floor, there were voices that made people feel uncomfortable.

At this time, there was a man and a woman standing at the gate of the building. The older one was wearing a white pinstriped suit and was obviously a teacher. The other one was wearing the female school uniform of Fujimi Academy. She had long chestnut hair and ant-like alopecia on her head. Although she was not as tall as Busujima Saeko, her figure was not like Busujima Saeko's and she was very plump.

But at this moment, the girl was glaring at the male teacher. Her chestnut eyes were filled with anger, unwillingness, grievance and fear, and a hint of guilt deep inside.

After glaring for a while, the girl was about to bypass the male teacher and leave, but was blocked by the male teacher.

"How rude! You don't even know how to greet the teacher?" The male teacher pretended to be angry at first, then smiled sinisterly and said, "No wonder you are held back. You are just like your father when he knelt down to me. You don't know etiquette. Haha."

Hearing what the male teacher said, the girl looked at him angrily and said:

"It was you who made me repeat a grade! You despicable person! You hypocrite!"

Hearing the girl's words, the male teacher's face was immediately filled with anger, and he reached out to slap the girl in the face.

The girl's body trembled slightly in fear and she closed her eyes.

However, the imagined pain did not come from her face. The girl opened her eyes a little timidly, and immediately saw that her wrist was being held by another big hand several dozen centimeters away from her.

"Who are you? Don't you know the etiquette and want to prevent the teacher from teaching the students?"

Shido Koichi looked angrily at the boy who was grabbing his wrist.

"Oh, you call this teaching. Listening to your conversation just now, I don't think you are qualified to teach students."

Hearing Moyan's words, Zi Teng Haoyi's anger suddenly soared, and he was about to yell at him.

"hiss!"

Moyan grabbed Zitong Haoyi's wrist and exerted a little force, causing Zitong Haoyi to cry out in pain.

He felt like his wrist was about to break, and his anger was immediately suppressed by the pain, and he quickly tried to pull his hand away.