"Don't go!"

Yi Masajong's voice is like steel will. If you throw a dice like DND, it will definitely be a very high probation, the kind that even the host can't pull it back!

"You just go with me..."

Koike Takashi held his hand, his tone was so numb that it was a headache. While persuading, he was still shaking his arm.

Hiss...Yi Zhengzong felt a chill rising, just when he was almost unable to bear it.

Bang!

Naoki Ishikawa silently made an old punch, resolving the dilemma of Imatsu.

"Naoki, you're sneaking me again!"

"I am Zhengda and Guangming..."

After some fight, the students bid farewell to each other and headed towards their respective clubs.

Imatsuzo and Koike Takashi are both members of the Kendo Club, while Naoki Ishikawa goes to the Kyudo Club, right next to the Kendo Club, and the two share the same shooting range.

Although only members of the Gudao Department are used by that shooting range and members of the Kendo Club stay indoors, the monthly cleaning still has to be shared.

Naoki Ishikawa walked very quickly.

According to him, it seems that a thief broke the target and they had to change it to another one.

This matter has been reported to the principal, but for some reason, the principal told them not to pursue the matter and just change to a new target... The poor bow and Taoist department, this matter was on their heads.

Yi Masatozong entered the Kendo classroom and wanted to thank Tiankura Matsuze, but she was nowhere to be seen.

After asking, I learned that the president had something to do and was away from home and didn't know when he would come back...

At this moment, the president of the Kendo Society was no longer there, and the vice president was gone in the true sense. The whole club was a little messy, and everyone was training themselves, and they were all absent-minded.

This is taken for granted.

As the most prosperous club in Yongming High School, Kendo Club is mostly due to Tenkura Manze. Simply put, most of the boys came for her and wanted to get close to her. Otherwise, how many people would be willing to wear hot and stuffy protective gear and train there every day?

Sword training is very hard.

That's true, when a group of companies in society recruits people, a kendo honor can also add points, because in the eyes of managers, kendo is very good at kendo, and employees who are good at kendo can endure hardships.

When Tiankura Matsuze left, the others naturally revealed their true colors and did not train carefully.

Yesterday at dusk, Tiankura Matsuze was willing to give him some advice. Isn’t it that his contrast with others was too clear?

It's all thanks to "people"...

Yi Masatozo ignored them and trained hard on his own. Since he had guided the first level of the dream and tasted the sweetness, he was full of subjective enthusiasm. Even if the Kendo Club was disbanded, he would have to climb over the wall to train!

practice!

Yi Masatozong waved his bamboo knife and began to look forward to the dream tonight.

............

After the club activities, Imamatsu-zon stopped staying and went home directly.

The dinner was a store-bought wagyu bento. It was heated in the microwave and then it was resolved quickly.

Returning to the room on the second floor, there is still some time before going to sleep at night.

Yi Masatozong was in a relaxed mood. After all, he successfully killed his "old enemy" for two years and was filled with joy.

It's rare that he came to the 2CH forum to kill time.

2CH Forum is the largest message group of Sakura Country. Its style is similar to Tianya/Zhihu in the previous life. It has all kinds of topics, from daily life to gossip and scandals. Anyway, the silly netizens do not distinguish between national boundaries, and the same is true for Sakura Country.

On the local section of Kanzaki City, Imasato wandered around for a while, looked through several pages of posts, and found that someone was discussing the suicide case in Oyogikawa.

"Hey, is the social pressure so great? Is it even too late to let high school students go..."

"It should be a psychological problem. People with poor tolerance will probably repeat the same mistakes in society?"

"Who knows, his family is very pitiful..."

There are all kinds of comments, just like the various aspects of society.

Imatsuzong looked at Jixing and clicked on the next page casually, but a 404 popped up on the page. When he returned to the previous level, he found that the entire post had been deleted.

Is this harmonious?

Yi Masajong was speechless and browsed casually for a while, no longer found any posts about suicide.

There was a post that mentioned the recent sensational dispute. It was said that Xinminghui and Limuhui had a private fight, and several more victims appeared, and they pulled their tongues to death.

Because the deceased was a vague person, the police's attitude was also very vague and the case was not closed for a long time.

Anyway, it has little to do with the people. Extreme elements pay attention to reputation and will not attack civilians without reason.

Turning off the computer, Yi Masatozo looked at the wall clock pointing at 10 o'clock, stretched, drank milk, turned around and crawled back to bed and fell asleep.

Consciousness gradually sinks.

.............

Imatsuzong woke up again. This time, he was not in the dungeon, but in the corridor outside the dungeon.

"Is the awakening location different?"

Yi Masatozo was stunned for a moment. After two years, he was used to waking up from the dungeon.

I suddenly changed my place and couldn't help but feel strange...

Returning to his senses to observe the environment, he found himself at the end of the corridor, where he killed the guards of the bow and arrow.

Under his feet, a mirror appeared on the ground covered with gray and white water.

The mirror was a little blurry, faintly reflecting his figure.

Yi Masajong squatted down and reached out to touch the mirror. In an instant, an image appeared on the retina.

The picture depicting the dungeon was only changed to a third person. In addition, Yi Masatozo also saw his figure and stood at the end of the corridor.

There was only one image, and when his hand was released, the image disappeared again.

Imatsuzong fell into deep thought.

I don't know what this mirror is, but I can be sure that the change in his awakening location should be related to the mirror...

Leave it alone for now.

Yi Masajong turned around and looked at the steps. At the end of the above was the bronze gate. Last time, he withdrew from his dream because he didn't have enough time. Now, he can finally explore it.

Without further ado.

Yi Masatozo immediately took a step up along the steps.

The steps are very long, and it feels taller than the teaching building of Yongming High School.

While climbing the steps and looking at the gate closer and closer, Yi Masatozong was a little excited. He had been trapped in the dungeon for two years and finally could see the light of day again...

This feeling is the same as that of a student after the college entrance examination.

Excited,

enthusiasm,

I was so excited that I couldn't sleep all night.

With excitement, Yi Zhengzong came to the bronze gate, touched the handle, and the next moment, he slowly pushed it away.

Squeak squeak...

Amid the tingling sound, the bronze door was pushed open, and a magnificent and bright feeling,

I looked up and saw the bright red carpet.

"Finally come out..."

Yi Masatozo was muttering to himself, and suddenly, a gust of wind broke through his eardrums—

Bang!

An eagle feather arrow pierced his forehead, and blood beads floated in the air, outlining a sad arc.

Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong!

Yi Zhengzong was like a rolling gourd, rolling back along the steps along the same path.

Clip-click...

A sound of footsteps went from far to near. After more than ten seconds, a pair of silver-white boots stepped on the bright red carpet. The owner of the boots stood at the gate and looked down. At the end of his sight was a dark gray dungeon.

On the gray-white pool, there was a young body lying, slightly convulsing.

................

"Grass!"

When Yi Masajong woke up again, his first sentence was the national curse. In desperation, he used the Xia language from his previous life.

Fortunately, he is the only one in the family, otherwise there would be others present...
To be continued...