In the time loop, I do whatever I want

The third person wasn't so lucky. He was a step behind his two companions, and by the time he reached Fushimi Makoto, his companions had already fallen in the blink of an eye.

Because of his momentary shock and surprise, accompanied by the sharp whistling wind, he had no chance to defend or dodge, and Fushimi Seiichi's straight punch landed squarely on his face.

The man's face was fractured on the spot, and blood mixed with tears from the excruciating pain sprayed through the air. His body flew backward like a cannonball, knocking over several other people who were stunned in place.

When these people scrambled to their feet in fear, only to find that Fushimi Makoto was still standing in the same spot, seemingly without having moved an inch, they had already lost the courage to make a move.

The shock they felt just now was like their first time at the dojo – from surprise to dumbfounded, and then to astonishment as if they had seen a new world.

"I know this, it's a boxing move, right? How come he knows everything?" Eriri was so excited that she had long forgotten her composure, and even subconsciously clenched her fair little fists and swung them.

Anyone could see that she was too excited and subconsciously imitated Fushimi Makoto's actions.

But her demeanor wasn't fierce at all; it was just endearingly contrasting.

“He’s practically a superman,” Shi Yu said once again.

Yukino felt this deeply, and after letting out a soft breath, she suppressed her shock and said, "I suspect that he didn't even use his full strength."

Mrs. Yukinoshita and Sayuri Sawamura turned around in surprise.

Isn't this all the strength they have?

The expert who could open a boxing gym here started with one move, and was then instantly defeated.

Then three strong men were taken down in two seconds.

If this isn't their full strength...

“I told you long ago, Cheng’s body is very worthy of study.” Sayuri Sawamura lowered her voice, her beautiful eyes flashing with surprise.

Mrs. Yukinoshita glanced at her best friend and thought to herself, "Is this your reason for swallowing a thousand needles?"

You're really good at research!

"Let's go back and eat," Fushimi Makoto said to them.

Mrs. Yukinoshita nodded and turned to leave first.

Although everyone had many questions they wanted to ask, they knew it wasn't the right time to ask, so they walked outside together.

But as Fushimi Makoto was the last to cross the threshold, he suddenly turned around and said, "I don't really want you to come here tonight with hatred and anger, because that would waste my time, so..."

He raised his right hand and braced it against the wall beside him.

"This is probably my peak condition."

The moment he finished speaking, he slammed his fist against the wall.

He smashed the wall with a dull thud, followed by countless cracks that burst forth from that spot, like a dense spider web, spreading rapidly in all directions until the entire wall shattered and collapsed.

Dust and debris flew everywhere, and large patches of wall plaster mixed in the air, making the scene look like an explosion had occurred.

The owner and employee of the convenience store next door jumped up from their chairs in fright: "What's going on? Was it an earthquake?"

The remaining people in the boxing gym were dumbfounded, standing there speechless.

Fushimi Makoto turned and left.

When he returned to the car, Mrs. Yukinoshita and the others immediately cast intense gazes at him.

He had barely opened his mouth, before they could even utter a sound, when their voices completely drowned out Fushimi Makoto.

What just happened?

"Are you so strong that you can demolish houses at will? Does that mean I can become that strong in the future?"

"Is your hand not injured?"

"I want to improve, please teach me!"

"..."

It took Fushimi Makoto a lot of effort to calm them down, but even after the car started, the burning emotions in their eyes couldn't be extinguished.

So he casually changed the subject to distract everyone: "I just observed that Mr. Bassong should have broken at least three ribs, multiple fractures in his back and legs, and a severe head injury. Isn't this injury report very detailed?"

"You call this an injury report?" Eriri puffed out her cheeks, expressing her dissatisfaction with his attempt to change the subject.

Shi Yu covered her forehead, her tone complicated: "I feel like this is more like an autopsy report. Is that guy a little dead?"

Makoto Fushimi: "It's not that exaggerated, but he will definitely need to be hospitalized for a long time."

"...Long-term hospitalization?"

Yukino and Utaha exchanged a glance.

Is this guy planning to come and challenge us every single day of the time loop?

That's indeed a very long time.

During dinner, Sayuri Sawamura offered to let everyone stay overnight.

Fushimi Makoto figured it would be refreshed tomorrow anyway, so he agreed.

Since he was the first to speak, Shiyu didn't refuse.

Yukino suddenly remembered her friend: "I made a promise with May to study together tonight."

Sayuri Sawamura smiled and replied, "Then you can let her come over. Anyway, I'm quite familiar with Mr. Nakano. Although he has a bit of a strange personality and always avoids communicating with everyone, he's a very good person."

Yukino thought about it and felt that this was a good idea. Eriri also wanted to improve, so teaching one person or two was the same thing.

After dinner, Fushimi Makoto went to stand alone on the balcony.

He deliberately acted recklessly today because of the time loop.

However, since that Basong clearly wanted to step on him to rise to power, he decided to slightly modify his original idea.

"I'll come see him when I have time in the future, since he was looking for me anyway."

Makoto Fushimi made his decision.

After the time loop ends, he will go again to save the other party from having to spend time looking for him later, which would be too troublesome.

It would be better to let the other person simply rest in the hospital.

Just then, he heard footsteps behind him, along with a familiar scent of shampoo.

He was about to speak when the person behind him spoke faster: "A liar will swallow a thousand needles... Is that really just the surface meaning of the saying?"

Huh?

Has she discovered it?

That's not right. Aunt Xiaobaihe concealed it very well before, there shouldn't have been any flaws.

Fushimi Makoto turned around, looked at Mrs. Yukinoshita with a half-smile, and feigned confusion: "What are you talking about?"

“You should know better than I do,” she said.

"Sorry, I just finished eating and my mind is blank right now. I haven't figured it out yet."

"Sayuri's bag," Mrs. Yukinoshita provided the keyword.

"Oh, that Hermes bag is indeed quite beautiful, but it's a bit expensive," Fushimi Makoto said, feigning ignorance.

Mrs. Yukinoshita reached out, intending to knock on him as usual.

Fushimi Makoto dodged to the side, and a thought inexplicably popped into his mind: it would feel more impactful to dodge with a head-patting motion.

“You’re being rude,” Mrs. Yukinoshita said again.

“I think in this situation, you should say ‘you’re not being honest,’” Fushimi Makoto corrected.

Mrs. Yukinoshita didn't argue with him. She stared into his eyes for a few seconds, then suddenly looked away, gazing at the distant scenery on the balcony. As if casually, she said, "You can tell me the details about swallowing a thousand needles later."

Fushimi Makoto was taken aback.

Is this a solo queue game initiated?

To prevent him from continuing to play dumb, Mrs. Yukinoshita emphasized again, "I said that Sayuri's brother is my brother, do you remember that?"

Fushimi Makoto understood.

This is my younger brother's business.

Chapter 391: The Kill Line Has Been Reached

At 9:30 p.m. that evening, Mrs. Yukinoshita really did come to the guest room to find Makoto Fushimi.

But she seemed only interested in gathering information. When Makoto Fushimi told her, "As long as you keep training according to the schedule, you will become stronger and stronger," she seemed to have confirmed something. Her eyes lit up with joy and excitement, and she almost couldn't control her expression.

She got the answer she wanted, so the next question was...

"Did you and Xiaobaihe really go to buy juice during the day?"

When she asked the question, her eyes were fixed on Fushimi Makoto's face, and she kept looking him up and down.

This guy looks like he's channeling a famous detective.

"If we didn't buy the juice, did we conjure it up?" Makoto Fushimi threw the question back at him.

"You should know that's not what I meant."

"So what exactly do you mean?"

"you……"

Mrs. Yukinoshita uttered a syllable, but did not finish her sentence.

She extended a slender, white finger and pointed it at Fushimi Makoto in the air, then lowered her hand: "You really are dishonest."

Fushimi Makoto tentatively asked, "Actually, you can ask Aunt Sayuri about this. You two have a good relationship, don't you?"

"Do you think she'll tell me?" Mrs. Yukinoshita's smile was somewhat dangerous.

Fushimi Makoto instantly understood.

It turns out that it wasn't Aunt Xiaobaihe who gave it away, but rather she found out herself.

awesome.

Mrs. Yukinoshita then said, "Fine, since you don't want to talk about it, I won't force you."

After she finished speaking, she stood up.

Her pajamas completely concealed her good figure, and even though she was wearing slippers, the socks made it seem as if she didn't want to reveal even a tiny bit of skin.

Makoto Fushimi regrets this.

Mrs. Yukinoshita walked to the door, reached out and grasped the doorknob, but did not rush to open it, instead showing a thoughtful expression.

A second later, as if suddenly remembering something, she turned her mature and beautiful face to the side and said, "Can you do anything now?"

"You mean...do whatever you want?" Fushimi Makoto found an accurate idiom.

"Yes, that's exactly what I wanted to say."

"It's not that exaggerated. There are still many things I can't do."

"Oh? You're actually starting to be humble now? I thought you'd get cocky after what I said." Her charming smile was exactly the same as Yukino's, even the sarcasm was identical.

It's no wonder they're mother and daughter; they really do look alike in some ways.

“Because there are indeed many things I cannot do.” Fushimi Makoto’s tone remained unchanged.

"For example?" she asked with a smile, lowering her hand as if her curiosity had been piqued.

Makoto Fushimi: "For example, I could clearly sense that you didn't want to leave like this, but because you were still trying to manipulate me, I couldn't ask you to stay..."

He said, feigning helplessness, "Of course, I also hope to chat with you a little longer."

Mrs. Yukinoshita's smile froze for a moment, then quickly returned to normal.

Her eyes started to wander.

She really didn't expect that even though she had adjusted her emotions before coming and hadn't shown anything wrong after arriving, the other party still noticed her thoughts.

Just as Fushimi Makoto said, she did want to stay and chat a little longer, but she also wanted to continue to trick him and try to get Sayuri's secret out of him.

Only by pulling precisely at the surface can we possibly uncover the truth.

But Makoto Fushimi is now playing his cards right now.

This made her a little embarrassed.

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