"Looking at Chicago's weather forecast, it seems that the weather is shining brightly all day long. Is this black umbrella used to shade the sun?" Chu Zihang asked curiously when he saw the black umbrella lying on Shen Zifan's knee.

"It should have a sunshade function, but I never use it to shade the sun or rain," said Shen Zifan.

"What is it?" Chu Zihang asked.

"My weapon, or my partner!" Shen Zifan grinned, revealing his neat and white teeth.

"You are the weirdest one." Chu Zihang said, his eyes stuck on the big black umbrella for three seconds. "But I can understand. Before elementary school, I also liked to use stick-like objects such as clothes rails as swords."

The implication is that Shen Zifan, you have not yet grown up completely.

"Hey, this is different. I'm already past the age of childishness!" Shen Zifan argued with reason.

"Well, maybe, I've gone from naivety and entered the middle school second. Although these are completely different periods, there is actually not much difference in behavioral performance." Chu Zihang looked at Shen Zifan with his eyes breaching fire and smiled softly: "I'm kidding, don't be really angry."

"It turns out that Chu Zihang would also joke. I thought you were really a robot and hadn't been set up with a program like 'joking'."

A thick voice came, Shen Zifan and Chu Zihang turned their heads, and Caesar was standing not far away from them with a smile.

"What do you mean?" Chu Zihang stood up and confronted Caesar. He was half a head shorter than Caesar, but he was not inferior in terms of momentum.

"It's not interesting. I'm just a harmless joke. A man who wants to become the future president of Lionheart should not be so petty, right?" Caesar shrugged indifferently.

The student president stood in opposition with the new student who was known as a monster. Caesar wrapped his hands on his chest, and the lines on his chest bulging chest muscles could be clearly seen through the Taoist uniform. His momentum was steady but surging like a brown bear; Chu Zihang stood in a cold face, and his body was in a uniform shape, hiding huge explosive power, as if a cheetah was about to rush out.

"The last time I didn't decide the winner, and now there are three minutes left before the kendo course. This period of time should be enough for me to defeat you twice." Caesar said with a smile.

"The president of the student union can only speak loudly?" Chu Zihang sneered.

"You can use pain and defeat to verify if what I'm talking about is a big deal."

No one dared to say anything in the dojo. There have been rumors that the two of them are not very good at dealing with each other. When they see each other today, they are not just not very good at dealing with each other. The relationship is so bad that there is no reason to find a reason to fight!

The two seemed to be surrounded by an invisible magnetic field. If anyone dared to approach easily, they would be gnawed by the two predators at the top of the predator chain. This is a battle between dragons and tigers that belongs to the strong. At this moment, they would be no different from seeking death.

"Hey, that's enough. Brother Finger said before that your relationship is very bad, and I still disagree with it. It's not that exaggerating. Now you are a bit outrageous. Are you all so kind? Are you not good at being kind?"

Everyone looked at the boy who stood up and dared to stop Caesar and Chu Zihang at this time, thinking that this freshman is so stupid?

"It's okay, this is a normal communication between classmates. You said it's right, Chu Zihang?" Caesar picked up the two bamboo swords used by Japanese kendo contacts, threw one of them to Chu Zihang, and held the other straight in front of him.

"That's also a communication that ends with your failure."

Chu Zihang took the bamboo knife and held it around his waist, squatted slightly with his knees, bent down, and his golden eyes firmly locked Caesar's wrist. He pressed the handle of the knife with one hand and his thumb against the handle of the knife. That was the standard standing posture, also known as the sword drawing technique.

"It's called a competition in class. You're not in class yet. You're so tense and affect your relationship. It's a bit of a good thing for classmates!" Shen Zifan was still trying to stop him, but everyone knew that the war between the two who were in full swing could not be stopped in just a few words.

Caesar moved, and the bamboo knife was slashing under the bamboo knife very neatly, like a straight lightning bolt and was wrapped in a thunderous momentum.

Chu Zihang also moved. The next moment Caesar's movement, the bamboo sword was quickly pulled out from the non-existent scabbard, and the right foot and right hand were cutting the snake's momentum forward, and the scales were advanced forward. It was a sword technique that would kill one blow. Even if the bamboo sword was used, it could make people shock instantly when hitting anyone's vital points.

This is the victory or defeat between the two strongest men present. No one dares to intervene, no one can intervene, and no one is qualified to intervene.

Just as everyone thought that the victory and defeat would end with the sound of spring thunder, a scene of a knife sealing the throat and red rain falling appeared in their minds - of course it was not really happening, but a huge sense of oppression brought by the strong.

"I've said so much, can't I give you a face?"

Chu Zihang's knife stopped, and Caesar's knife also stopped in the air. It was not because they stopped moving or tried to forcefully, but they could not move at all!

A sudden black umbrella crossed between the two at an extremely strange and exquisite angle. The curved umbrella handle hooked Caesar's bamboo knife, and the straight umbrella tip pressed against Chu Zihang's knife top.

A hand with distinct joints held the black umbrella. The owner of the black umbrella put away his smile, lowered his eyes, and whispered: "If you have to fight, fight me first."

The sound was as light as if he hadn't eaten enough, but the coldness hidden inside was enough to make everyone in the temple fall into an ice cave and his back was cold.

There is nothing more arrogant than this. Shen Zifan said "fight with me". There is no subject in this sentence, so he said it to Caesar and Chu Zihang. Before that, no student in Cassel dared to threaten that he would fight one-on-one with Caesar or Chu Zihang, at most he used tactful rhetoric such as "asking advice" or "discussing".

But this freshman actually said that if the two wanted to fight, they fought with him first, and in a flash, they stopped Caesar and Chu Zihang's actions that were difficult for the naked eye to catch.

It turns out that he is not a stern, he is the real monster!

"Bravo!" Applause sounded at the gate of the dojo. Everyone looked at an old man with gray hair but burly figure standing at the door. He took off his customized high-end black suit jacket and white shirt and changed into black and white kendo suits and white socks like the students. He showed a strong and powerful muscle between the changes. The flowing muscle lines could only be described by the word perfection.

In his vicissitudes and deep eyes, there are endless stories of the world that can be told all night. The long years are carved in his face, and rows of tombstones of old friends seem to be buried in it.

"Very wonderful moves, new guy." The old man's voice was thick and gentle, and a gentle smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Hello, Principal!" The students in the dojo shouted in unison, their voices loudly, like soldiers who were well-trained by the chief.

Hilbert Jean-Angers!

Shen Zifan stared at the old man walking towards him step by step. In the reflection of his pupils, the old man was a lion.
Chapter completed!