Apocalyptic Forecast

Chapter 503 Big Pink Looks Like Black

At the entrance to the hall on the first floor, the students who were coming and going suddenly diverged, bypassing the man standing in the middle of the door, or standing far away, watching curiously.

There are no wrinkles on the gray-blue hakama, covered with black feather fabric, and wearing wooden clogs.

In his hand was a slender sword bag.

Waiting in awe.

The middle-aged man's temple hair has turned slightly white, and his face looks particularly vicissitudes of life. After the original dignified appearance was cast with a layer of chill, it took on an indescribable majesty.

Frightening.

At this moment, facing this sudden question, Huai Shi raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at his appearance: "To be honest, I don't know what you mean, but I have guessed a little bit. I don't know if you are willing to listen." I explain.

But before that, you should at least state your name, this teacher? "

The visitor immediately sneered, "A mere unknown person is certainly not worthy of the attention of the dignified inspector of the Astronomical Society - now that I've done such a thing, don't you think it's hypocritical to ask my name now?"

"It's fine if you want to be sarcastic, if that's what you're here for."

Huai Shi calmly raised her hand, handed the bag containing the lesson plan to Lin Shijiu, and walked towards him: "Although it makes me a little angry to be ridiculed for doing nothing, I still hope that this matter can be resolved with a person." Resolved in a more respectable manner.

So let me reiterate - I have no idea who you are or why you have such a grudge against me.

But if you come here to ask for an explanation, then at the very least, you have to state your name before I give an explanation, right? "

"Do you want to humiliate me again?"

The middle-aged man was furious: "It's useless to say more, let me understand the power of the judges of the Astronomical Society!"

He reached out and opened the sword bag, revealing a Yingzhou long sword.

Here's a challenge.

"From just now until now, aren't you unilaterally humiliating me?"

With many people watching, Huai Shi asked expressionlessly: "No matter what, coming to the door aggressively with a sword is not the way to talk, right?

Or do you just want to find a place to vent your anger? "

At that moment, as Huai Shi stepped forward, everyone's eyes were dazzled.

After a moment of trance, it seemed as if a gap suddenly appeared in the middle of time, causing the entire process to disappear, leaving only the final result.

Huai Shi was already like a ghost, flying across a distance of several meters in an instant, and without even the slightest sound, she had already arrived in front of the middle-aged man.

So close.

"Now, let me ask you one last time—"

He stared at the pair of dilated pupils and asked softly:

"--Name?"

Subconsciously, the middle-aged man backed away.

A sharp sound erupted, and the clogs scraped two tragic marks on the smooth ground. In the face of sudden changes, his response can be said to be perfect.

Moving like thunder, he retreated two meters in an instant, almost breaking the glass of the door behind him.

Finally a safe distance was established.

But when he raised his eyes, he found that Huai Shi's face was still close at hand, and his warm smile had not changed in any way, and he couldn't help but stand on end.

The right hand holding the sword hilt suddenly tightened its grip, and with the push of the left thumb, the steel in the sheath roared out - draw the sword!

Then, it stopped abruptly.

"useless."

Huai Shi's palm was raised, and at some point it was placed directly in front of the sword hilt. It seems to have grasped seven inches of the giant python in the cave, not allowing it to come out of its sheath any further.

Just like that, he stuffed the blade back into the scabbard inch by inch.

No matter how much the middle-aged man resisted, his face turned livid, the palm he pushed forward never wavered or swayed at all, until the scabbard and the blade came together, making a clear chirping sound.

Huai Shi took a step back, her smile still harmless.

As if provoking, she motioned to him.

Come again.

A flash of angry red appeared on the ashen face of the visitor. He actually took a step forward in front of Huai Shi, slowly bent down, and took a stance to respond with his hands.

It was as if the bowstring of the long bow was gradually tightened, and the terrifying tension that could not be released gathered on his five fingers holding the hilt of the sword.

ready.

Only the biting chill spreads from the hungry cry of the steel in the sheath, and the murderous intent is bone-piercing - leaving no room for anything. This is a genuine sword duel.

But Huai Shi still smiled and stood there without moving.

Just look at him.

In the gradually solidifying silence, only large beads of sweat dripped slowly from the warrior's forehead, soaking his collar and the broken floor beneath his feet.

He was motionless.

Only the scream of the long sword in the sheath became more and more shrill, so sharp that it stung everyone's eardrums and climbed crazily upwards. Until the end, while Huai Shi was waiting, a desperate cry burst out.

A broken sound came from the sheath.

The blade that had not been taken out of the sheath was shattered in the sheath.

As the long sword shattered, it suddenly seemed as if he had lost all his energy. The middle-aged man's face turned pale and he could no longer hold himself up. He staggered and fell to the ground.

Why don't you understand the difference between them?

He was defeated without even drawing his sword.

No, it should be said: until the complete failure, he did not have the courage to draw the sword in front of those silent eyes.

Groundless fear emerged from his gut, absorbing his consciousness and making him freeze in place, unable to move.

"I lost..."

The tired-looking middle-aged man struggled to prop up his body with the scabbard of his sword and breathed hard: "Today, I, Sasaki Kiyomasa, came to humiliate myself.

From now on, when I meet Mr. Huaishi, I will naturally stay away and never dare to get entangled again——"

When he said this, his voice trembled slightly. Seeing how miserable he was, he couldn't help but almost shed tears. He had no choice but to lower his head, stumble up from the ground, and try to escape in embarrassment.

But I heard a soft voice behind me:

"——Did I let you go?"

Amid the vague din, deathly silence suddenly arrived.

The low words carried unimaginable weight and chill, making the hall freeze again.

Sasaki Kiyomasa was stunned on the spot.

In the reflection of the glass door in front of him, he could vaguely see the reflection of the young man. It was as erratic as a bubble, and it was difficult to see the essence. But in the moment of trance, it seemed that endless darkness rose into the sky and swallowed everything up.

A terrifying whirlpool formed.

Under the cover of darkness, he finally realized the source of the fear in his heart.

Right next to him, two dim and ferocious shadows appeared at some point. One of them held a heavy red ax in both hands, solemn and majestic like a priest.

The short knife in the hand of another shadow was already attached to his neck.

I felt the biting coldness.

Until now, Sasaki Kiyomasa still didn't understand that since he stood in front of Huai Shi, his life was no longer in his hands.

"Teacher Sasaki, right?" In the silence, Huaishi walked up to him and turned around to ask.

"Exactly."

Under the erosion of the cold, Sasaki Kiyomasa raised his head with difficulty, responded proudly, and waited for Huai Shi's words.

But after a short, heart-stopping silence, Huai Shi raised his head from deep thought, and suddenly grinned with a warm smile.

Darkness, ghosts, frost and death vanished in that instant.

Only a passionate face remained.

"Sasaki-sensei——"

As if they fell in love at first sight, Huai Shi grabbed Sasaki Kiyomasa's hand and asked enthusiastically:

"Have you eaten?"

Two hours later, we were in a Yingzhou-style izakaya in the Tower of Ivory.

"Excuse me, another bowl!"

Sasaki Kiyomasa raised the empty bowl in his hand.

Next to him, Lin Shijiu's eyes twitched. He looked at the densely packed empty bowls and plates on the table and wondered where this rice bucket came from.

"Give me a bowl too."

Huai Shi also raised his hand to say hello: "By the way, let's have some sake and some fried chicken nuggets - what else do you want at Nineteen? Just treat me as a teacher, you're welcome."

"I am full."

Lin Shijiu looked helpless as he looked at the spectacular scene on the table.

No matter how much you eat, you can't beat these two foodies.

So while the two of them were waiting for tea and rice, they ate edamame and drank wine, as if they weren't the ones who had just fought.

And Huai Shi finally figured out the cause and effect.

Kiyomasa Sasaki is a ronin who has lost his title.

And if we want to talk about a relationship, there is actually a little connection between the two of them - before he lost his title, he served as an official of the Utama family and was a retainer of the Utama family.

Unfortunately, due to the struggle between the Tianjin clique and the Kokujin clique, the Wu family completely defected to the general's side. The previous head of the Utoma family, who was on the wrong side, was ordered to commit seppuku in the subsequent liquidation.

And Sasaki Qingzhengye changed from an eight-hundred-ton Chinese coach to a ronin and had no place in Yingzhou. If he had a brighter mind, he might be able to start over again outside, but if a fool like Sasaki is left with a missing piece of his mind, he won't be able to find a new home at all.

After several wanderings, he finally found refuge in the Ivory Tower and became an external teacher who could be seen everywhere.

To put it simply, they are temporary workers.

There are many people like this in the Ivory Tower, who cannot get a formal contract and have little hope of getting their own permanent classroom. The reason why he was able to stay was because he was valued by the professor in the ikebana classroom and was recruited as his teaching assistant.

The professor is already very old. It is rare to meet a junior who is close to him and can take care of him. He only hopes that he, a fellow countryman, will not be desperate and become a thief.

But the good times didn't last long. Less than half a year later, the professor took sick leave before the semester started.

The huge ikebana classroom is leaderless. Sasaki is greatly favored by others, but it is difficult to prevent the classroom from declining day by day.

Seeing the old professor's lifelong hard work disappearing like this, and not even being able to save this classroom, Sasaki had the intention of committing seppuku.

However, even committing seppuku would be of no use.

But at this time, I was watching my family's students disappear one by one, and the original students planned to switch to classical music appreciation classes for various reasons, and people from the two clubs came to fan the flames...

"If it hadn't been for Huaijun Haihan today, I would have almost caused a big disaster."

After finishing the meal, Sasaki sat upright again. According to Yingzhou's strictest understanding, he bowed to Huaishi and saluted, almost lying on the ground: "大変神しございませんでした!"

"What are you talking about, Mr. Sasaki? Don't we know each other if we don't fight?"

Huai Shi helped him up with enthusiasm and comforted him: "You may not know that Xiao Hubo and I have a close relationship at the Social Security Bureau. We fought side by side in the paradise and almost ended up with different surnames. Brother and sister. In my heart, she will always be a sister. How can she be like the people in my sister’s family?”

Bullying Sasaki for not understanding Dongxia's profound knowledge, Huaishi kept taking advantage of him: "It's just a misunderstanding, please don't pay attention to it. From now on, our two classrooms must live in harmony."

I don’t know why, but one evil thought after another keeps popping up in my heart:

Why be angry?

——This kind of person who has no strings in his head but is extremely easy to use a good tool must hold it in his own hands!

I woke up in the morning with a sore throat, fever, and runny nose—oh my god, am I going to get cold?

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