Peach Blossom Debt

But Keigo Atobe's territory.

If it is delayed for a long time, the cadres of the student union will doubt her ability and courage.

Bei Guran walked forward with his arms folded, his right fingertips tapping on his arm, his expression thoughtful.

But she needs the information of the fierce girls in the support group... She is not afraid of any challenge, but she never underestimates anyone; she is indeed confident that she has enough ability, but she also does not underestimate the abilities of those support groups .

Ice Emperor is not only strong in the tennis club, nor is Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon only in the tennis club.

Bei Guran frowned slightly.

This state of being unable to obtain information is as disturbing as feeling suddenly penniless.

Although her expression did not show any anxiety and trouble at all, it was as leisurely as a stroll in the garden.

"Don't tell my uncle, you just hid all morning with this attitude." An extremely special voice broke into Bei Guran's brain without warning, arrogantly and directly.

Bei Guran raised his head slightly unexpectedly.

Atobe Keigo stood at the stairs not far away, leaning his back against the wall, looking at her with raised eyebrows.

"I'm also very surprised that Master Atobe found me so easily." Bei Guran said lightly.

Atobe Keigo paused for a moment, and stretched out his hand to brush his hair, "I don't have the energy to look for you, it's just luck that I met you."

"..." Bei Guran blinked, turned his head slightly, and looked at Atobe Keigo's other hand.

He is carrying a bag in his hand.

Atobe Keigo slightly turned his gaze away, as if he moved the bag back.

Suddenly, he threw the whole bag into her arms.

Bei Guran subconsciously reached out to catch the bag, it was slightly heavy, and she took a small step back to catch it and stand firm.

"Don't dawdle." Atobe Keigo's gaze did not fall on Bei Guran, his tone was not good, like a bad young master, "The school celebration is in late April, and time is running out. Not preparing well in advance is a very serious mistake, my candidate vice president."

Bei Guran touched the bag with his fingers, and found something hard like a box.

A look of surprise flashed in her eyes, but the corners of her lips curled into a very shallow arc immediately, and her tone was as flat as ever, "Master Atobe has so much confidence in me? Are you so sure that I will become the vice president of the student union?"

Atobe Jingwu raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard the words, and leaned down to look at Bei Guran, "Don't tell me that you accepted the challenge but couldn't do it."

Bei Guran looked at the pair of sharp, cold, calm and penetrating phoenix eyes for a long time, then took a step back indifferently, and withdrew from the breath range of Atobe Jingwu rushing towards his face, and said unhurriedly: "I don't Do things you are not sure about, Atobe-sama."

"That's good." Atobe Keigo straightened up, not caring about Bei Guran's retreat.

His eyes fell far away, "..."

Atobe Keigo seemed to want to say something, but in the end he just raised his eyebrows and turned up the stairs with his hands in his pockets.

Bei Guran raised his eyes slightly, his expression difficult to distinguish.

The back of Keigo Atobe cast a long shadow under the light coming in from the window on the stairs, which just cast on her, covering her in the shadow.

What kind of person is Keigo Atobe?

The proud and invincible ice emperor king.

Bei Guran's fingertips rubbed against the bag, moving against the hard box inside.

She continued to walk forward, turned a few turns, and soon found the club room of the drama club.

The door is closed.

Bei Guran stood at the door for a while, then suddenly turned his head to look at the end of the corridor.

Someone was approaching—in other words, a murderous girl was approaching.

She quickly scanned around. There were several club rooms nearby, but the doors were basically closed—she hesitated for a second, then reached out to grab the doorknob of the drama club's club room.

The doorknob was turned suddenly—not by her, but someone opened it from the inside.

Bei Guran was slightly taken aback, and subconsciously let go of his hand.

The door opened, and standing at the door was a student wearing a Hyotei school uniform—very short, with at least fifteen centimeters of height difference from her—a very familiar person.

"..."

"..."

The two stared at each other silently.

Bei Guran took a step forward, entered the club room of the drama club, and closed the door by the way, before the dangerous and cruel girl found her.

"Bei Guran?" There was doubt in the other party's clear and slightly immature voice.

"Shopkeeper." Bei Guran leaned against the door, and his eyes fell on the person in front of him who tied his long blue hair into a ponytail. "Before I explain my current situation, I have a question," she said as if After a deliberate pause, "Watanabe has not come to the end—" She tilted her head slightly, glanced into the other's dark green eyes, and finally stopped on the white shirt and dark brown checked pants, "Is it a boy or a girl?"

Ice Emperor's school uniform, the skirt is for women, and the pants are for men.

"..." The corner of the other party's mouth curved into a smile, like a cat's mouth, "Aren't you going to ask me about my gender?"

Bei Guran lowered his eyes, "No, after seeing the current situation, I want to suspect Watanabe Arimi's gender."

Yes, the current situation.

The owner of the maid cafe in front of me is wearing the Ice Emperor boy school uniform, and anyone who looks at it will judge that he is an absolute boy—no matter how bad he is, he is a gentleman, and he has nothing to do with Lori.

But when the shopkeeper wears a skirt, no one will suspect that it is a girl.

So sometimes it is really necessary to feel that the art of disguise and disguise can turn decay into magic.

Bei Guran rubbed his eyebrows.

A sense of incongruity that has existed since long ago...

Everywhere there will be some odd-shaped aliens and geniuses.

Although she never thought of underestimating the world, it was still beyond her expectations.

"Asakura Ruo." Different from the usual soft, soft and cute loli voice, this voice is extremely clear, "It's not the first time we meet, but it's the first time to formally introduce myself."

Ma Cangruo.

Bei Guran sighed softly, could it be the reason for the sense of disobedience?

Speaking of which, Waka Asakura was wearing a sweatshirt when she started school and appeared from the Hyodi—this was the first time she saw Waka Asakura in a school uniform.

"...The gender on Bingdi's student file is male, as for the real gender," Ma Cangruo raised his index finger, his lips curved into a shape of a smile, "guess."

"..." Bei Guran resisted the urge to roll his eyes.

Guess...what the hell.

Who knows if you're a man or a woman.

Even if she can guess it intuitively, she shouldn't guess!Even if one day Ma Cang suddenly grows from 1.4 meters to 1.8 meters, she will not be surprised anymore.

Bei Guran's scrutinizing eyes stopped on Ma Cangruo. With his short stature, he couldn't tell whether he was a lolita or a gentleman. His appearance - also tended to be immature and cute, and his ponytail suddenly became sharp, and his voice ——Bei Guran said with a firm tone, "Your voice will change." That's right, Ma Cangruo's voice has changed back and forth, and it is impossible to tell which one is Ma Cangruo's real voice.

"A must-learn course for role-playing." Asakangruo said, her voice suddenly changed into a soft loli voice, which was quite convenient to switch, like a tuning machine.

"..." Bei Guran tried his best to ignore these strange feelings, "You are not actually a maid pretending to be a lolicon, are you?"

Makura blinked.

"Are you wearing skirts to satisfy lolicon hobbies?" Bei Guran seldom complained.

"It's the use of nearby resources." Ma Cangruo spread his hands, "I like role-playing, of course, I really like loli. Since they can be combined into one, why not do it?"

"Uncle Xin." Bei Guran said decisively.

"The answer is correct." Ma Cangruo said with his fingers upright, moved a chair randomly and sat down.

"Did you learn the disguise technique because of your hobby of role-playing?" Bei Guran sat down opposite Ma Cangruo, and glanced at the spacious club room. No one else was there. There were two compartments marked with make-up. room and tool room.

"Probably." Ma Cangruo leaned on the back of the chair.

"You are the president of the drama club that Akutagawa Jiro said is good at clearing the stage." Bei Guran still spoke with confidence.

"You idiot Cirou, you only think of such things when you want to avoid the Atobu and the support team." Ruo Asakura hummed softly while lying on the back of the chair, "That's right, I'm the president of the drama club, rehearsal for the drama club Time refuses to interrupt."

"..." Bei Guran looked at the ceiling, "Ice Emperors come forth in large numbers."

"It's not as good as your rootless and accurate intuition, and you are also unrivaled in money worship." Ma Cangruo lazily complained.

"Praise." Bei Guran accepted it calmly.

"Well, there is also a shameless face." Ma Cangruo complained without stopping.

"Wonderful praise." Bei Guran still accepted it calmly, "Compared with these empty praises, there is another thing I want to ask now."

"Huh?" Ma Cangruo tilted his head.

"Does the owner mind sharing the student information of Bingdi?" Bei Guran said.

Asakang Ruo blinked, with a soft tone and deep eyes, "North Guran, although role-playing requires mastering a huge amount of knowledge, it doesn't mean that I am Yumi Watanabe's database with too much brain storage. "

"Hmm..." Bei Guran raised his eyebrows, "But Yumi Watanabe's source of information is you."

"Oh?" Ma Cangruo stared at Bei Guran, "Did he tell you? Or did you already guess this kind of thing?"

Bei Guran was silent for a while, and the corners of his lips suddenly curled up, "It seems that the owner has a hacker resource."

"..."

"..."

There was a moment of dead silence in the club room.

Asakangruo lowered his eyes, his eyes were extremely dark, his lips were curved like a cat's mouth, "No wonder Watanabe never said that chatting with you is a terrible thing..."

"..." Bei Guran looked at Ma Cangruo indifferently.

"Is there anything in this world that you don't know, Bei Guran?"

☆、Survival Handbook for Junior High School Students·B Chapter [-]

"Om-"

The radio of the Ice Emperor Academy blared piercingly.

The students and teachers in the academy couldn't help covering their ears with their hands, frowning and enduring the long, sharp noise, and raised their eyes to look at the speakers playing the radio.

"Good afternoon, Bingdi students." The cold voice appeared on the piercing broadcast.

Atobe Keigo in the student union office seemed to be correcting some documents, and he raised his head slightly when he heard the voice.

"Oh...?" The corner of Keigo Atobe's lips curled up.

The tip of his pen paused on the paper.

"I'm Bei Guran." The cold voice said indifferently, "Now issue an announcement. Within two hours after the club activities start this afternoon, I accept the challenge of finding the clubs where my seven support groups are, and get ready Run away, above."

Are you ready to escape... huh?

Atobe Keigo chuckled, listening to the radio turn off with a long, sharp buzz.

Who is the one who is on the run?What an arrogant announcement.

He seemed to be able to hear an uproar from the teaching building.

Just like an opera that is about to kick off, with disputes, quarrels, shock and indignation, chaos and excitement, etc., waiting to step on the steps and jump on the stage to perform in turn.

But a delightful opera.

"So, are you ready?" Atobe Keigo whispered to himself, with a smile on his lips, but his eyes were extremely sharp.

Bei Guran does not fight unprepared wars.

This kind of behavior is basically a door-to-door kick-is it declaring that she is fully prepared?

As far as he knows, Bei Guran doesn't have the ability to collect information, and Bei Guran's reputation in the Ice Emperor is very bad, and his popularity is not good. It can even be said that he has no friends and no friends, which is very bad... In this case, who else can provide her with the student files of the support group?

Bei Guran also has some companions that he doesn't know are helping her.

Atobe Keigo's expression was a bit difficult to distinguish, and he couldn't tell whether his mood was good or not.

"咚咚-"

"Please come in." Keigo Atobe raised his eyes.

A female student came in, holding some documents, "President, this year's student files have been sorted out, and this is the printout of the consolidated list."

"Leave it alone." Keigo Atobe gave a simple instruction, not paying much attention to the girl, "Let the intelligence department bring over the association information that was declared and retained this year. In addition, the first week after the end of the school celebration is when the association recruits new students. It is customary to let the ministers of associations be prepared."

"Yes, the president." After the girl put down the materials, she wrote down the few things Keigo Atobe requested, and exited the student union office.

Atobe Keigo lowered his eyes and looked at the few documents at hand.

The documents were marked with proposals for the school festival, and he had already read them all.

Keigo Atobe tapped the table with the fingers of his left hand.

All clubs and classes have reported and prepared for the activities of the school celebration. There is no need to worry about sponsorship. The publicity should be completed in the middle of the year, and the most important issue left is the unified preparation of the whole school celebration and the establishment of this year's theme.

His eyes stayed on those documents for a while, and he made some marks on them with a pen.

While Atobe Keigo stayed in the student union office struggling to look at the documents, Bei Guran was sitting in the drama club room and reading a book leisurely.

There was a notebook on the table next to her, and many things were written on it, some names, some club names, some keynotes, and some circled content.

There are still nine challenge letters on the table, which are the challenge letters selected from the shoe cabinet in the morning.

The door to the club room of the drama club was flung open.

Standing at the door was a boy wearing a Byodi school uniform, "North Guran." With short flaxen hair and neat looks, a handsome face, and a slender figure, it was Yumi Watanabe.

"Yo, Yumi Watanabe." Bei Guran turned a page of the book unhurriedly, and at the same time did not forget to say hello to Yumi Watanabe.

"Are you really here? Is this skipping class? I remember you said you were a good student." Watanabe walked in through the door without closing the door, rubbing his hair, "I almost thought Ah Ruo was joking with me."

Bei Guran's gaze was still on the book, "Student Ma Cang is not joking with you. It is normal for teenagers to skip class when they are students. I don't think I am mentally old, and you also skipped class. "

"I went to the health care room because I was sick." Watanabe was confident without saying anything.

"..." Bei Guran glanced at Watanabe Yumi with the eyes of a patient, but he didn't speak, and his whole body was chilled.

"Hey, that's enough, what happened to the broadcast just now." Watanabe Yumi casually sat lazily on the chair opposite Gu Ran, "It's still quite a distance from the broadcasting room."

"Being far away doesn't mean it's a fairy tale to go there and then come back." Bei Guran said indifferently.

"Walking back and forth is of course not a fantasy. The problem is that walking back and forth in Ice Emperor's current situation, which is not much different from the first-level earthquake alert." Watanabe put his hands on his chin, as if scanning some interesting aliens Scanning her, "Didn't you see how terrifying the girls outside are? They formed groups of three and squatted in every corner."

"..." Bei Guran slowly turned a page, obviously not going to pay attention to it.

"Hey, Bei Guran, just ignore me on the phone, there's no need to pretend that I don't exist even in face-to-face conversations." Smiling, obviously not as concerned about Bei Guran ignoring him as he said.

Bei Guran finally raised his eyes, and his tone was cold and indifferent, "The most obvious manifestation of a fool is asking questions knowingly and knowingly, which is of no benefit."

Before Watanabe could react, she added a second sentence: "There are no poor people in the world who have no money and no talents, especially those with empty pockets, no winks, and insufficient brain capacity."

"..." Arimi Watanabe twitched his eyes.

The first sentence calls him ignorant and ignorant, and the second sentence calls him ignorant and rich.

Where did he make her angry today?She didn't bother to explain, so she didn't bother to explain, did she have to speak venomously like a sudden nervous attack, and she wasn't playing Lianliankan.

"So which plan did you choose?" Watanabe decided to ignore her words.

He could indeed guess two options.

"Did Ah Ruo go to the broadcasting room instead of you and speak for you, or did you go there in person after Ah Ruo changed your face?" He looked at Bei Guran curiously, "No matter which one it is, you will Successfully ordered Ah Ruo to help you, this is the real Arabian Nights."

"..." Bei Guran's fingertips inadvertently slid across the pages of the book, "Everyone has weaknesses." Her voice was very soft.

"Huh?" Watanabe Yumi's eyes flashed a dark light for a moment.

"Obviously, the shopkeeper has gone to you, but I'm still here, which plan do you think it is?" Bei Guran said lightly.

"According to your words, I would choose the first option. A Ruo took a detour to the library before going to class, which is obviously the route from the broadcasting room back to the classroom." Watanabe spread his hands.

"Your brain circuit is finally normal once, and you can go to a banquet to celebrate, but the character of the ignorant has not been alleviated but has become more serious." Bei Guran said.

"..."

This is indeed venting anger!

Watanabe Yumi's eyes twitched again.

Where did he offend her today? !

"I didn't eat lunch." Bei Gu ran shut the book, as if guessing Watanabe Yumi's question, raised his face and said to Watanabe Yumi seriously.

"Is this related to me?" Watanabe asked back.

"Hunger is the origin of negative emotions. In addition, your debt also includes three meals." Bei Guran's tone was flat.

"That doesn't include school lunches!" Watanabe retorted.

"But I didn't eat it today." Bei Guran's tone was still cold.

"..." Watanabe stared at Bei Guran's upright expression for a long time, before uttering a sentence weakly, "Shameless woman."

"Your brain capacity needs to be expanded." Bei Guran said seriously to Watanabe.

"Huh?" Watanabe Yumi blinked.

"I keep repeating this word over and over again. I've heard it badly. I'll try something new next time." Bei Guran said.

"..." Yumi Watanabe was seriously injured in an argument with Bei Guran again—serious internal injuries.

He has fought repeatedly and failed repeatedly, and he has fought repeatedly and defeated repeatedly. If he really wants to die, he will not die.

Watanabe has not decided to change the subject.

His eyes wandered around the club room of the drama club twice, and finally turned his head, and suddenly noticed a row of challenge books on the table, "These are the things you received this morning?" Although his tone was provocative, he did not Without questioning, "Only nine? This power doesn't seem to be enough."

"If you want to help me accept the rest of the challenge, you can go to the garbage collection place to look for it, maybe you can see the wreckage." Bei Guran said indifferently.

Watanabe smiled, "Sure enough, you have chosen which clubs you want to challenge first, you said they found you, with your strange intuition, who can find you while you can hide?"

"It's just a means." Bei Guran looked calm, "In their point of view, it is indeed random, and the challenge probability of all clubs is the same, so I won all of them, which is enough to achieve the effect I want. "She glanced at Yumi Watanabe with extremely cold eyes, but inexplicably let him read a kind of arrogance and arrogance, "When a person is a little bit farther than another, it will cause jealousy; When there is a great distance, envy arises; and when one exceeds the other by an unimaginable distance, adoration arises."

Arimi Watanabe raised his brows, and his delicate face showed a strange depth at that moment, "The effect you want."

"There is no need for a war that can be won to be a draw." Bei Guran gently brushed his fingers across the cover of the book, with a very shallow smile on his lips.

"That is to say, these nine are the challenges you have chosen to accept?" Ami Watanabe picked up a challenge letter, "But you said seven on the radio."

"There are indeed only seven." Bei Guran said.

"You think I don't know how to count?" Watanabe Youwei rushed to the north and Gu Ran posed the challenge letters.

"Nine is too much, too tiring, three to five is not enough deterrent." Bei Guran said extremely perfunctory.

"So you're going to skewer them." Watanabe had an unused affirmative sentence.

Bei Guran lowered his eyelids, and his tone was very light, as if he was discussing the content of tonight's dinner with Watanabe, "There is no doubt."

In her cool voice, beautiful face, and quiet temperament, Watanabe Yumi deeply felt a powerful, confident and arrogant aura, quietly restraining herself, just like a scabbard of excellent quality, which does not hurt People are not afraid of being hurt.

The seven-challenge combo might be the most interesting sideshow for Lai Bingdi.

Watanabe Arimi smiled, "Hey, Bei Guran, do you really not consider my suggestion of a great money-making opportunity?"

"..." Bei Guran glanced at Yumi Watanabe, and said coldly under Yumi Watanabe's slightly expectant eyes, "It took too long, the manpower was insufficient, and the initial investment was too large."

"What a pity." Watanabe Yumi sighed softly, but there was no sign of disappointment. Obviously, he already knew Bei Guran's answer.

He rested his chin on his hands, "I think it must be great for you to do this."

"Excessive use of the brain will cause poisoning." Bei Guran said seriously.

"..." Watanabe turned his head away, and decided not to talk to her, who appeared from time to time beyond his common sense.

Then he saw the bag on the corner of the table, but in just three seconds, he personally broke the decision he made, "This...is...?" Watanabe reached out and moved the bag.

next second.

"Hey! Bei Guran, didn't you just say that you didn't have lunch!" He pointed to the bag on the table, his tone was gloomy and cold, "You treat this as a decorative vase, and you plan to keep it for future generations after tens of millions of years. Antique?"

"..." Bei Guran followed Watanabe Yumi's words to look at the bag silently.

that bag.

That thing Keigo Atobe threw to her.

One corner of the bag was lifted, revealing a luxurious and exquisite box.

Bei Guran looked at the bag in a daze.

Of course she could guess what was inside, a luxurious bento sold in the Bingdi student restaurant, from the bento box to the dishes inside were all exquisite and luxurious.

Yes, the bento box—the lunch sent by the Ice King, the so proud boy.

For a while, she was a little confused about Keigo Atobe.

Proud, excellent, perfect.

It was such a person, but he brought her a bento.

It's not that he did something on purpose, but that he didn't do it on purpose - just like bento is just a random thing bought in the student cafeteria.He didn't want to put his mind to it, but he just cared about the fact that she didn't have lunch.

Not to mention the reason why Keigo Atobe didn't have the energy to find her.

Atobe Keigo did meet her and handed the lunch to him.

Did Watanabe, who was sitting across from her, notice the change in Bei Guran's cold expression for a second, but she couldn't see her emotions at the moment.He raised his eyebrows and looked at Bei Guran with a little interest, "Hey, Bei Guran, this is not given to you by the lover of your dreams, so you are reluctant to eat it?"

"..." Bei Guran's thoughts paused.

Watanabe Yumi looked at Bei Guran narrowly, "So your dream lover is really stingy, I can go to the Bingdi Student Restaurant and buy ten of this kind of bento for you, you don't have to be too precious about this."

"..." Bei Guran brought the lunch box silently and opened the lid.

As expected, luxurious box, exquisite dishes.

She hesitated for a moment, then took out the chopsticks, ignoring Watanabe Yumi's teasing.

She probably owed this debt of favor.

That being the case, since the dishes are good and warm, she is hungry anyway.

Bei Guran started without hesitation.

Keigo Atobe suddenly appeared in her mind looking at her proudly and arrogantly. She took a bite of the still warm rice and chewed it viciously as if venting anger. Keigo Atobe in her mind instantly An equation: Keigo Atobe = luxurious bento.

No, she didn't mean to compare Keigo Atobe to a luxurious bento.

Although it seems like a good idea.

She tilted her head and smiled slightly, with a slight arc, and her cold eyebrows were soft for a moment.

Keigo Atobe is just like this luxurious bento. Whether it is from the outside to the inside or from the inside to the outside, his appearance, movement, language, talent, and temperament are all exquisite and gorgeous, and his high-profile is unparalleled—from his every expression, Every movement, every act is extremely arrogant to demonstrate his gorgeous aesthetics, declaring his unshakable emperor status.

What a self.

Perhaps it is more appropriate to use narcissism, because it is so perfect that people can't refute it with narcissism.

However, what makes people even more unable to refute is probably not his extreme talent, amazing appearance and innate nobility, but the obscure and awkward gentleness hidden in the bento box.

So he is the king of the Ice Emperor, and he deserves it.

☆、Survival Handbook for Junior High School Students·B Chapter [-]

Bingdi is like a monkey mountain.

The academy is full of posing monkeys, and they don’t forget to show off at all times—of course, it’s not about showing off how much money they have. Who doesn’t know that the richest person in Hyotei is Keigo Atobe, and even this The young master never brags about his financial resources, other monkeys—no, other students naturally have no face to do such a thing.

Of course, this does not mean that such things did not happen at all.

But more monkeys show off their talents, show themselves, and release their individuality.

More importantly, respecting the strong is the primary survival rule of the Ice Emperor.

No matter what, Bei Guran really has no interest in being a monkey for people to visit, appreciate, and evaluate.

It's a pity that, under the troubles caused to her by various things today, she has to break her mind and happily connect with the monkey age of Ice Emperor Academy.

Therefore, the Monkey Age is an irreversible trend for Ice Empress.

Zhuangzai monkey age, mighty and mighty, if you follow it, you will prosper, and if you go against it, you will perish.

No, she really didn't want to be a monkey, and she didn't want to have a relationship with that monkey mountain king.

What's even more pity is that she owes him a lot of favors.

Bei Guran tied her shoulder-length hair into a ponytail, which looked extraordinarily neat and tidy.

She was sitting in the dojo with her eyes closed, calm and breathing.But the surroundings are quiet, and the air seems to be immersed in a kind of turbulent emotion.

Someone is approaching.

Bei Guran suddenly opened his eyes, and saw a girl wearing a kyudo uniform, which was an undergarment sleeve made of white cotton, and a black horse riding hakama.The girl approached with a bow in one hand, her face was slightly cold, calm and extremely stable.

"Please teach me more." The girl saluted Bei Guran, and then stood in her shooting position.

Bei Guran lowered his eyes and glanced at the wooden bow on the ground. It was made of catalpa wood soaked in potion and had excellent toughness.

Japanese Kyudo—the corners of her lips curled up. That's right, this is the project she wants to challenge, or in other words, she wants to challenge her club.The representative introduced by the other party is the president of the Kyudo Club, a three-year-old, although she is a woman, she is a heroine, and her archery skills are accurate and accurate. In the past two years, she has been among the best in the National Kyudo Conference for Middle School Students.

Bei Guran stood up and looked at the girl who also wore a ponytail.

It was a very tall girl with waist-length hair and blazing eyes.

From standing firmly to drawing the bow, she remained extremely calm, and even the hand holding the bow was as stable as a stone sculpture.

The tip of the arrow rushed straight to the red dot in the center of the target.

Right in the center, no doubt about it.

Bei Guran raised his eyebrows, and he had to say that the archery skills of the president of the archery club were really good.

With a stable mind and a solid foundation, with the sound of the arrow whistling in the wind, she could even guess how strong the arrow tip penetrated the target.

It may not be an easy task to defeat this experienced, strong and confident girl in archery.

Moreover, when the strong are facing each other, it is very easy to have a draw in this kind of archery competition. If you want to tell the winner, you must compete without limit-but this is not the effect she wants.

Bei Guran turned her head to glance at the target that was far away on the opposite side, and walked to her shooting position.

The archery dojo in the Hyotei Academy is an official and ordinary near-shooting range. The distance between the target and the shooter is about 28 meters, and the diameter of the target should be 36 cm.

There was a smile on the corner of her lips, very shallow, and her eyes glanced at the classmates who were standing around and watching.

To capture a thief, first capture the king; to attack a man, first attack the heart.

Bei Guran did something that caused an uproar in the eyes of everyone, even the girl who had been standing beside Bei Guran with a calm face changed slightly, and shouted: "Bei Guran, what are you doing! "

Bei Guran tilted his head, turned his face to the girl, and gave a very rare smile.

Her eyes were covered with a long strip of black cloth that she took out from her pocket. The cover was so tight that she could never see the surrounding scene.

In the eyes of everyone, she only said one word: "Blind shot."

This arrogant attitude really makes people angry and hateful.

However, she calmly raised the arm holding the bow, stepped her feet apart, stabilized her upper body, put the arrow on the bow, and raised it above her head—holding the bow with one hand and pulling the string with the other, she let go and shot the arrow.

"Boom—" That should be a quiet voice.

However, with the corners of her slightly hooked lips and her quiet standing posture, that voice seemed to be amplified countless times, and it fell clearly in everyone's ears.

Center the red heart.

"It's a lie..." Someone murmured involuntarily.

"It just so happens..." Someone echoed.

The girl standing next to Bei Guran also changed her expression, her eyes were full of disbelief, but she still raised her bow and shot the second arrow without hesitation—it still hit the heart.

"I'm sorry, I'm in a hurry." The smile on Bei Guran's lips remained unchanged, and the second arrow had already been wound.

With a sharp piercing sound piercing the air, her movements did not stop, every arrow hit the red heart in the inconceivable eyes.

The whole place was silent.

No more doubts, no more luck.

Bei Guran's strength is not very strong, and her pure skills may not be superb compared to this experienced girl who even defeated the boys and became the president of the archery club. If she wants to win, she must use surprises.

Hitting the red heart every time is not something that puts pressure on the president of the archery club. After all, she has also experienced many competitions. If Bei Guran wants to win, and win beautifully, he must psychologically defeat the president now.

Bei Guran could clearly feel the trembling arm of the girl who was fighting her.

Even with ten shots out of ten, the girl still lost.

It is also ten shots out of ten, and the winners and losers of blind shooting and non-blind shooting can be known at a glance.

What's more, the girl made a mistake.

Bei Guran tilted his head slightly, and heard the slight deviation of the arrow shot by the president of the archery club in the air from the previous few times, and it may have deviated a little distance from the red heart.

Victory is decided.

Bei Guran put the bow on the ground, took off the black cloth blindfolded, and threw it to the girl, "Accept."

Under the dumbfounded eyes of everyone, she put on her shoes and walked out of the dojo leisurely.

"North Guran." Watanabe Yumi squeezed out from the crowd and caught up with Bei Guran. The corner of his mouth was slightly twitching, a little naughty, "Are you cheating again?"

"..." Bei Guran glanced coldly at Yumi Watanabe.

"Yo, so angry." Watanabe raised his eyebrows.

"I'm short-sighted." Bei Guran's tone was cold, and he couldn't tell if he was in a good mood.

"..." Watanabe Yumi blinked.

In other words, is it the same to Bei Guran whether he wears the black cloth or not?

"Sure enough, you are deliberately using the black cloth to increase her psychological pressure." Watanabe Yumi said meaningfully.

""Sun Tzu's Art of War" said: "The first is to attack the enemy, the next is to attack the enemy, the second is to attack the army, and the next is to attack the city." Bei Guran said as he walked, his voice was very soft, but very clear.

"What do you mean?" Watanabe tilted his head, eyes full of doubts.

Bei Guran glanced indifferently at the transition, "The method of using troops should be based on strategy."

If she wants to win, she must win the best result. Naturally, she will choose the best means.

What's more, archery is not something she is good at—