In the time loop, I do whatever I want

"What are you two doing?" Eriri was sitting next to Shiho, so she could obviously tell what they were doing.

"I was just texting a friend. Do you really want to check my phone, Eriri?" Shiho smiled and held up her phone, as if she really wanted to let someone check it.

Eriri immediately denied it: "I'm not interested in your phone. I was just asking casually."

"Eri is so cute when she doesn't mean what she says." Utaha's old habit kicked in again, her smile flippant.

Eriri blushed instantly, but before she could even breathe on her face, Sayuri Sawamura in the passenger seat chimed in with a smile, "So you think so too? I've thought Eriri was especially cute in that way for a long time."

"mom!"

Eriri felt even more embarrassed. How could her mother help an outsider flirt with her?

No, my senior isn't an outsider.

No, at this point, I shouldn't call her "senior sister," I should call her "Fatty Xia"!

Eriri's interruption immediately brightened the atmosphere in the car.

Only Mrs. Yukinoshita did not participate in the conversation.

This Toyota 6-seater SUV is a car that she rarely uses in her garage. Today, because everyone is out having fun, she finally brought out this car that she hasn't driven in a long time.

She had originally thought that if everyone went out together like this often in the future, her car would come in handy.

But as Sayuri Sawamura joined the girls' conversation, and even turned around and leaned her head towards the back seat, Mrs. Yukinoshita's attention was immediately diverted.

My best friend accidentally bumped her right leg into the bag under the car seat.

Perhaps it was because my best friend was careless, the zipper on the bag wasn't fully closed, leaving a small gap.

Mrs. Yukinoshita happened to notice the bag out of the corner of her eye.

Through the gap, she could vaguely see a piece of black lace...

This style, this design.

Are they Sayuri's underwear?

Mrs. Yukinoshita suddenly remembered that when the two of them went to take a bath together before, the other person's underwear was the same style.

Then the problem is coming.

Today we're all just out to play tennis, so why did Sayuri bring an extra pair of underwear?

and many more!

Did they leave just to buy juice for everyone?

Mrs. Yukinoshita thought about it more and more and it seemed very possible.

My best friend is a total philanderer!

The other party is not only good at this, but also seems to get particularly easily carried away.

In short: Addicted to stealing.

If the truth is indeed as she thinks, then does her statement about liars swallowing a thousand needles have another meaning...?

Mrs. Yukinoshita frowned. "I really have to control you, Sayuri!"

She originally planned for everyone to go home after dinner, but now she has changed her mind.

Ten minutes later, the two cars arrived at the boxing gym almost simultaneously.

Fushimi Makoto and his entourage got out of the car one after another, casually looking around at the boxing gym that occupied a considerable area.

But once inside, everyone realized that although the gym was quite large, there were only about ten students. Some of them, like Basong, had tanned skin and looked like they were from Thailand.

This means that the boxing gym's business is indeed very bad, and it hasn't been able to recruit many locals.

When the members of the boxing gym suddenly saw strangers visiting, they were initially curious and surprised by the beauty of Yukino and the others. However, when their gazes fell on Fushimi Makoto, their expressions changed.

"Fushimi Makoto? The Tokyo Sword Saint?"

"Is he the expert who took on seven opponents single-handedly?"

"I remember the headmaster saying before that he was good at karate?"

"No, I've seen his news videos online, and his footwork is more like boxing."

As soon as Fushimi Sei appeared, the group of young men immediately forgot about the beautiful women and stared at him intently.

It's clear that Bassong must have told them about Fushimi Makoto beforehand, which is why they're so excited now.

"Would you like to warm up first? Or should I prepare some protective gear for you?" Basong asked Fushimi Makoto directly.

"No need, let's start right away." Fushimi Makoto shook his head.

"Are you sure?" Basong still had that same arrogant look on his face. "Fushimi Makoto, although I admire your skills, according to the rules of Muay Thai, once you step into the arena, you are at risk of getting injured."

Fushimi Makoto retorted in a strange tone, "Shouldn't we be going into battle with the determination to die?"

Basong was stunned for a moment, seemingly not expecting a high school student to be even more arrogant than himself.

His expression changed, and he turned to look at Mrs. Yukinoshita and the others: "You should be his elders, right? He doesn't even want protective gear, are you sure this is okay?"

“He is far stronger than you imagine.” The one who answered was Yukino.

Mrs. Yukinoshita and Sayuri Sawamura looked slightly surprised, then said calmly, "That's how it is."

"Let's get started." Fushimi Makoto gestured for them to proceed.

Basong clenched his fists expressionlessly and assumed a Muay Thai stance.

Now that things have come to this, he will not remind the other party anymore.

He decided to put "improving the gym's reputation" on hold for now; his first priority was to teach this young man a lesson.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Basong's strong body suddenly charged towards Fushimi Makoto.

He was very fast, and his muscular physique was extremely impactful.

But that's about all the impression he left on everyone.

Because the moment Basong approached Fushimi Makoto, everyone saw the latter slowly raise his right arm.

The next second, accompanied by a dull thud, Basong's elbow strike was easily blocked by Fushimi Makoto's left hand, while his raised right arm grabbed the other's collar at the same time, the movement like throwing a javelin, grabbing the tall Basong and throwing him out.

Everyone stared in astonishment at the figure flying backward through the air, and before they could react, Fushimi Makoto leaped up and easily caught up with Basong, who had flown away.

The speed at that moment was terrifying, like a cheetah chasing an antelope.

He raised his hand again, clenched his fist, and swung it.

A punch landed squarely on Basong's abdomen, where he was powerless to resist.

Everyone stared in astonishment at the scene until Basong crashed to the ground with a thud, overturning the tables and chairs in the boxing gym. Wood chips and broken chair legs flew everywhere. Basong's strong body lay amidst the wood chips, his face contorted in pain as he tried to prop himself up with his hands, seemingly struggling to get up, but he couldn't do it no matter what.

The spot where he had just been hit by Makoto Fushimi was dented, and anyone could see that he must have broken several ribs. Even his mouth was gushing crimson blood, which dripped onto the floor, which was now riddled with cracks.

Fushimi Makoto clasped his hands together, met the astonished gazes of the crowd, and softly said, "Sawadee ka."

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and there was no sound for a long time.

Eriri's breathing quickened, her little face flushed with excitement, and her eyes burned with passion.

She seemed too excited to react, and in the end, she could only inexplicably swing her little fist in the air.

At that moment, she finally understood why so many people enjoy watching superhero movies.

Because it's really impactful!

The kind that goes straight to the heart.

She almost blurted out, "He's so handsome!"

Two seconds later, she realized how embarrassing she was, and quickly glanced at the others around her. She found that everyone else was reacting in the same way.

Shiyu's eyes were even more fervent than hers, as if she wanted to devour Fushimi Makoto.

Yukino was slightly better, but her slightly rapid breathing showed that she was also surprised.

Huh?

Why are Mom and Aunt Yukinoshita looking at each other like that?

Eriri stood there blankly, feeling that something was wrong.

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Sorry for the late updates these past two days... I've been really busy. I should be back to normal starting tomorrow.

Chapter 390 Please explain in detail

The entire boxing gym was silent for about three seconds before the group of students finally came to their senses. Their faces turned as if they had seen a ghost, and they rushed anxiously toward Basong, who was lying on the ground.

"How are you, Curator?"

"Oh no, the curator has fainted."

"That guy went too far. Didn't we agree it was just a friendly spar?"

Amidst the chaotic noise, Fushimi Makoto didn't look at the angry or fearful students, but instead turned to Yukino and the others and said, "You can go back for dinner now."

Mrs. Yukinoshita was the first to smile: "Okay."

Honestly, what I just witnessed was so impactful that even my heart, which had been as calm as a lake for many years, was stirred up.

"Were you using karate just now?" Eriri asked, her eyes shining as she finally dropped her reserve after her elders spoke up.

"I don't know karate." Fushimi Makoto seemed to be thinking. "If I had to say, it would be more appropriate to call it an ancient Chinese martial art."

"Huh? Is that so?" Eriri believed it immediately.

Fushimi Makoto, meeting Yukino and the others' surprised gazes, pretended to be profound and said, "The owner of this style of boxing not only defeated the strongest Japanese style of Dansui-ryu karate, but also won the championship in Southeast Asia in 1974 when he fought his first free fighting competition. That's why I spent time studying it."

"Karate... does it have a style called Dansui-ryu?" Yukino raised an eyebrow in confusion, subconsciously pondering.

"No." Shi Yu, with her equally ample knowledge, gave a straightforward answer: "This guy is definitely talking nonsense again."

"But that aerial combo was really cool!" Eriri couldn't help but blurt out what was on her mind.

The scene was like playing an action game, first throwing people out, then using lightning speed to follow up and complete a combo attack.

If this were a game, the score would be very high!

Eriri thought excitedly.

"Damn it! This isn't a friendly spar!" A furious shout suddenly came from behind.

Fushimi Makoto turned his head and saw that the young men, who were darker-skinned like Basong, had stood up, their faces filled with anger.

"Is this farce going to continue?" Fushimi Makoto remained standing still.

"A farce? Is that what you think? We agreed on a friendly spar, but you went and attacked our teacher so viciously."

"You're being a bit humorous. I don't believe you didn't notice that his first elbow strike when he charged at you was the most lethal move in Muay Thai."

Fushimi Makoto paused briefly, seemingly sighing, and shook his head, saying, "It's just that he hasn't mastered the ruthlessness of this move."

The young men were immediately speechless.

They weren't blind, so of course they could see the vicious elbow strike from their teacher. Muay Thai sparring usually starts with kicks as a probe, while elbow strikes are only used when it's certain that a fierce attack is possible.

Moreover, once an elbow strike lands, it can cause massive damage, making this move far beyond the scope of friendly sparring.

The middle-aged man who had spoken earlier also stepped forward: "Alright, let's call it a day. Since Mr. Bassong has already lost, you shouldn't act like you can't accept defeat, because that's shameful."

The young people remained silent, their anger and resentment undiminished.

Fushimi met their gazes and slowly said, "I don't want to continue this childish game anymore. If you still want to fight, I'll probably get a little more serious."

The middle-aged man standing behind him froze, then laughed helplessly: "Isn't this just provoking them?"

“That’s what the victor should say,” Mrs. Yukinoshita said with a smile.

The middle-aged man grew increasingly helpless: "Never mind, if it's Fushimi-kun, it should be fine."

Just as he said, as soon as Fushimi Makoto finished speaking, several young men who could no longer contain their anger rushed over.

The fastest rusher had barely reached a step in front of Fushimi Makoto when, before he could even throw a punch, the sound of bones breaking suddenly rang out. Fushimi Makoto's fist had struck his face viciously, and whether it was his brow bone that cracked or something else, blood instantly bloomed in the air, and his body was thrown to the left.

Fushimi Makoto did not lower his raised left arm, but instead clenched his right fist and swung it swiftly to the left, striking the second person's chin squarely.

The moment his chin was struck hard, the man closed his eyes and fell into a deep, infant-like sleep.