Didn’t you say you were just using me as a substitute?

She had read many of Kitahara Takashi's novels, but this was the first time she had seen the real person.

She secretly picked up her phone, took a photo and sent it to the group: [Look who’s here? ]

Netizen Xiaogui: [Senior? ]

Netizen Xiaogui: [Where are you? Why are you here, senior? ]

Suguha wasn't surprised to see that netizen Xiaogui replied immediately this time.

Although netizen Xiaogui has been lurking all the time, she will definitely reply immediately when talking about topics related to Kitahara Takashi.

Xiaozhi: [In the Yahoo Dome in Fukuoka.]

〗? Ling Meng Qizhen brought Ling VII〈Lu Yi? As she spoke, she also thoughtfully sent a location.

When Bai Yingui saw this, he started booking tickets without saying a word.

She still has some money by doing translation work and tutoring her children.

Eromanga-sensei: [Speaking of which, Nao, why are you here? ]

Xiaozhi: [Participating in a kendo competition.]

Xiao Tongtong: [What a coincidence! I'm also at the Yahoo Arena in Fukuoka. Xiaozhi, why don't we meet?]

Xiaozhi: [Huh?]

To be honest, Xiaozhi doesn't want to meet his online friend.

Who knows whether Xiao Tongtong is a boy or a girl?

What if he's a greasy fat otaku?

Komachi: [Kirito-chan is also in Fukuoka? What a coincidence! I'm also in _哟er冷(三)二冥璃斯)8! Why don't you take me with you?]

Netizen Xiaogui: [I just bought the ticket for tonight.]

"What a quick move." Suguha was truly shocked by Shirogane Kei's speed.

Thinking about so many people, even if one of them is a fat otaku, it is impossible that all three of them are fat otakus.

When the time comes, just set the meeting place in a crowded place.

Well, that’s it.

Xiaozhi: [Okay, let’s meet in the evening.]

Komachi: [I'm really looking forward to meeting you in person!]

Xiao Tongtong: [Let's make it clear first: no one is going to wear makeup.]

This is a lie!

In fact, Kousaka Kirino has already taken out her makeup box to touch up her makeup.

When they met for the first time, of course she had to secretly put on makeup to stun everyone.

If you believe women's lies, you deserve to be unlucky for the rest of your life.

Komachi: [Yes, yes, everyone, remember to dress modestly.]

This is a lie.

After sending the message, Komachi took out all the clothes in her suitcase and started trying them on.

When meeting someone for the first time, no matter who she is meeting, she will give her all.

Xiaogui: [I never wear makeup.]

This is a lie.

Although Bai Yingui is good-looking and rarely wears makeup when going to school, as a girl, she pays special attention to her appearance, so how can she not wear makeup?

"Well, put on some light makeup."

Sitting in front of the dressing mirror, Bai Yingui thought for a few seconds and began to take out his newly bought primer, liquid foundation, setting powder, BB cream, eye shadow powder, lip gloss, blush, and eyebrow powder.

In the past, she used relatively low-quality cosmetics.

These are all branded goods she bought after she made money. Although they are small brands, her quality of life is indeed many times better than before.

"Seniors like to wear more light makeup."

As he interacted with Kitahara Tsutomu for some time, Bai Yingui discovered that Kitahara Tsutomu was more attracted to pure and innocent girls than those with heavy makeup.

When Bai Yingui thought about meeting his senior, he couldn't help but smile.

Some people are like gifts, to the point where just thinking about them brings joy.

Kasugano Sora looked at the group discussion about where to eat in the evening, then looked at the dining table where everyone was eating with their heads down, no one was talking, and the atmosphere was a little deserted. She stood up and said, "I'm full!", then got up and left.

As soon as she entered her house, Kasugano Sora threw herself onto the bed.

Ever since the first time I met Kitahara Tsutomu, and both of my parents brought out their childhood sweethearts, the atmosphere between them has dropped to freezing point.

Kasugano Sora could feel that her parents' marriage was coming to an end.

It’s not that the two of them don’t have sweet moments, but their beautiful love becomes ordinary after being ravaged by the daily necessities of life.

In fact, the two of them no longer have any feelings for each other, but responsibility makes them get along.

It wasn't a big deal originally.

But after the photo incident last time, the two of them can no longer even get along on the surface.

To be honest, Kasugano Sora didn't like this atmosphere.

But there was nothing she could do.

Because of her illness, she always felt that she was a burden to her family and that she owed them something.

"A face-to-face meeting? That must be lively, right?"

Lying on the bed, Kasugano Sora felt extremely envious.

When people feel extremely empty, they will think of doing something to divert their attention.

Kasugano Sora chose to open the notebook.

Looking at the book, where a man who looked 80% like Kitahara Tsutomu pressed the white-haired girl on the bed, ravaging her and torturing her, Kasugano Sora's breathing became heavier and heavier.

I feel warm inside.

*

"Damn it, what are you doing!" When Park Zixi's accomplices saw him being beaten, one of them helped him up, and the remaining three immediately surrounded him.

"What? You guys want to eat Zhongcheng too?" Kitahara Tsutomu said without a trace of fear, continuing to play the joke: "It seems like you're no longer ordinary students. We have to fight hard!"

If they dare to lay a hand on me today.

In order to let them survive tonight, Kitahara Tsutomu transformed from a bull-headed warrior into a pure love god of war.

"Shit, how dare you insult us like this."

Kitahara Takashi looked at the man with a chubby face and a bowl-shaped haircut in front of him. He couldn't help laughing and said, "Dude, has no one ever told you that your hairstyle is the same as a natural-born baby's?"

"Or maybe your watermelon is too expensive, and I couldn't bear to throw it away after eating it, so I covered my head with the watermelon rind."

Don’t think that those Korean Oppas are okay. If you look at those Korean men, you will find that none of them say a word.

That hairstyle is really ugly.

"Ha ha ha ha!!!"

Kitahara Takashi's words immediately caused laughter in the audience.

Many people have long wanted to complain about their current popular hairstyles.

"Shit, what did you say!"

Park Zixi was pulled up by his companions. Hearing the laughter at the scene, he became angry and prepared to step forward and teach him a lesson.

But before he had a chance to get close to Kitahara Zun, he was pinned to the ground by the bodyguard.

"Damn it, you just let him laugh at us."

The Korean team leader walked up to the organizers and shouted excitedly.

It must be said that Koreans, both men and women, love to shout.

"We will file a complaint with the consulate general."

There is no South Korean embassy in Japan, only the South Korean Consulate General in Yokohama, Kanagawa Prefecture, Japan, so they can only go there to complain.

"It doesn't matter, just go ahead." Kitahara Tsutomu looked indifferent.

Do you really think there's no one above him?

"Don't let them appear in my sight, it's disgusting to look at them." Beiyuan Zun ordered.

The next moment, the Korean team was thrown out by security.

"Senior, are you okay?"

Only then did Kitahara Tsutomu have time to greet everyone.

"Thanks, Kitahara-san."

Tsumabu Kotaro first gave him a big hug, and then Tochi Taku and others high-fived him one by one.

The organizer also left at this time and did not disturb him.

"Did I bring my kendo uniform?"

"Here, here."

The little brat Todirika appeared out of nowhere and handed him the shuriken uniform.

"Thanks."

Kitahara Tsutomu took it but didn't rush to put it on.

The women's competition started first, followed by the men's competition.

"Beiyuan Zun wants to participate in the Jade Dragon Banner?"

"He also knows swordsmanship?"

"But his hands don't look like the kind that usually hold a sword."

After Kitahara Tsutomu took over the kendo uniform, everyone was in an uproar and talked a lot.

"Zun, in the list I submitted this time, I will arrange you in the forward position." Dong Dituo said to Beiyuan Zun in a low voice with a hint of apology.

It’s not that he is reluctant to give up his position as general, but who knows how much Kitahara Tsuyoshi has recovered from the injury he suffered in Koshien?

Besides, Kitahara Takashi hasn’t been to the kendo club this summer. What if he’s unfamiliar with the skills?

"I hope you don't mind."

This is his last term.

He wants to try again.

"Senior, it's okay."

Kitahara Tsutomu thought this was exactly what he wanted.

He originally liked the forward position, and the thought of him breaking through the Jade Dragon Flag alone made him excited.

"Use me in the first battle, and you will win if you use me!"

*

When the time came, students from all the major universities began to stand in neat rows, listening to the speech from the big boss above.

At the same time, the 35000 seats at Fukuoka Yahoo Stadium were now full.

Media outlets from all over the country learned yesterday that Takashi Kitahara would be coming and rushed over.

From student reporters for the school newspaper to camera crews from TV stations, everyone was there, and flashes of light kept flashing.

The [Jade Dragon Flag], which symbolizes the highest honor, was hung at the top of the rostrum in the venue, fluttering gently in the breeze.

Kitahara Takashi was still standing at the front of the team, looking straight ahead with a calm expression.

He has experienced this kind of big occasion many times.