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Qingze responded, pushed open the door, changed into indoor shoes in the entryway, walked into the activity room, and complained, "Next time you guys do this kind of muscle display, remember to lock the door first."
Hoshino Saori retorted with a grin, "Hmph, teacher, you've already had your fill of watching, so why are you pretending to lecture us?"
Upon hearing this, Qingze pretended to raise his hand, as if to tap her forehead as usual.
She immediately shrank behind Yatohime like a startled rabbit, peeking out half her head and saying, "Teacher, if you want to lay a hand on me, you'll have to get past my friend first."
My Ji is very strong!
"That might disappoint you; she can't protect you."
These words immediately made Yatohime raise her eyebrows, her sharp eyes fixed on Aozawa. "Oh? Teacher, do you think you are stronger than me?"
Before Aozawa could answer, Hoshino Saori, always eager to stir up trouble, jumped up excitedly, clapping her hands and shouting, "Then let's arm wrestle and see who's stronger!"
"Okay."
Qingze decided to take this opportunity to broaden their horizons.
Yato-hime immediately sat cross-legged beside the table, resting her right elbow on the table, and said with a sharp look in her eyes, "Teacher, I will not show any mercy."
"I don't need your mercy."
Qingze also sat down cross-legged, clasped her right hand with his, and said confidently, "I'll show you what a golden right hand really is."
Saori Hoshino acted as the temporary referee, standing between the two and shouting, "I'll start after I count to three!"
Three! Two! One!
As soon as she finished speaking, Yatohime exerted force in her arm.
Beneath the fair skin, muscle fibers suddenly tightened and bulged like intertwined steel cables, outlining smooth lines full of wild power, like the arms of a female warrior in a classical sculpture.
However, the next second, a look of disbelief and astonishment flashed in her eyes.
She felt as if she wasn't wrestling with a person, but trying to shake a mountain rooted in the earth!
How can it be? !
From childhood to adulthood, she has never met an opponent in a contest of pure strength.
Even adult men can't last more than a few seconds in front of her.
But now, she is actually at a disadvantage in terms of strength.
"what!"
She clenched her teeth and let out a low growl from deep in her throat, her muscles tensing to their limit.
The buttons on the shirt on the chest were under tremendous tension, as if they were about to burst off and shoot straight at Qingze's face at any moment.
Qingze watched as she exerted every ounce of strength she had, yet her face remained calm and composed.
He didn't even use much force; he simply pressed his wrist to the left in a seemingly casual manner.
This seemingly effortless yet irresistible force, in Yatohime's perception, was like a devastating torrent, domineering and ruthless.
She was powerless to stop it and could only watch helplessly as her arm was pressed inch by inch against the table, until finally, with a soft "smack," the back of her hand touched the hard surface of the table.
"No, no way? The teacher actually won?!"
Saori Hoshino gaped in shock.
Those clear, black and white eyes scanned back and forth across Qingze's arms, which were covered by shirt sleeves, as if trying to see through the fabric to see what kind of terrifying muscles were hidden inside.
Qingze released his grip and laughed, "Losing to me isn't shameful, since I'm born with superhuman strength."
"Teacher, there's no need to tell such a lame lie."
Yatohime shook her slightly numb wrist, her face showing no sign of defeat or frustration, but instead burning with even more intense fighting spirit.
She simply didn't believe in the idea of "innate superhuman strength." To possess such overwhelming power, one must have undergone arduous training that is unimaginable to ordinary people.
She stood up and looked intently at Qingze, saying, "I really didn't expect that the teacher, who looks so refined, is actually quite capable."
Let's have a fight!
Looking at the burning fighting spirit in her eyes and the green tag above her head that seemed to be flickering slightly due to her emotional excitement, Qingze suddenly changed the words of refusal that were about to come out of his mouth.
"Okay."
Chapter 73 Instant Kill
The air in the activity room seemed to solidify. Hoshino Saori was filled with regret; she shouldn't have fanned the flames earlier.
She never expected that a simple arm-wrestling match would escalate into a full-blown brawl.
You know, fists and feet have no eyes!
In the event that one of them loses control during a fight, can they simply let bygones be bygones, like in the TV dramas?
Will you silently etch this unpleasant feeling in your heart, letting the small resentment take root and eventually turn into hatred?
Based on her long-standing observation of human nature, Saori Hoshino could not rule out the latter possibility.
She knew in her heart that female friendships were not as complicated by interests as those in the adult world.
Like her, although she comes from a wealthy family and is outstanding in appearance, she doesn't have any so-called "followers" by her side.
But this kind of pure affection, like exquisite porcelain, is easily cracked by the slightest bump.
The pride inherent in young people makes it difficult for anyone to admit their mistakes first.
Thus, small things escalated into estrangement, estrangement accumulated into deep-seated resentment, and ultimately led to the two who were once inseparable becoming like strangers.
Thinking of this, she quickly stepped between the two and tried to smooth things over, saying, "Fighting is too violent."
How about we decide the winner with a game?
"Okay, I'll be careful and stop when I've reached the point."
Yatohime casually placed her left hand on her thin shoulder and gently pushed her back, as if brushing away a feather blocking her way. "You don't need to worry about this. Just obediently step aside and watch."
"Oh……"
Hoshino Saori gave a muffled reply, like a kitten drenched in rain, and obediently backed away until her back pressed against the cold wall, silently praying: Please don't get angry...
Yatohime took a few steps back, deftly took off her school uniform jacket, and casually tossed it onto the table.
Then, she deftly unbuttoned the top three buttons of her shirt, and the collar seemed to open up slightly in an instant, making it easier for air to pass through.
She clenched her fists, bent her knees slightly, and adopted an offensive stance, saying, "Teacher, let's begin."
"Bring it on."
Qingze calmly beckoned to her with his finger.
Without any hesitation, Yatohime took a sudden step forward with her right foot, pushing off with the sole of her foot. The wooden floor creaked slightly as she charged forward like a cheetah aiming at its prey.
She clenched her right fist, her muscles tensing instantly, seemingly gathering power and preparing to unleash a thunderous strike.
However, within Qingze's enhanced perception, he could clearly "see" the tension in her left thigh muscles, which was far more intense than the tension in her right arm.
He instantly realized that her right fist was just a distraction; the real attack was hidden in her left leg.
In the blink of an eye, he advanced instead of retreating.
Just as Yatohime's right fist was halfway out, Aozawa grabbed her wrist.
Immediately, he exerted force from his waist and abdomen, twisted his body, and lowered his shoulders, executing a clean and decisive over-the-shoulder throw in an instant.
"what!"
Before Yatohime could react, she felt an irresistible force pulling her forward through her wrist.
In an instant, the girl's incredibly elastic and soft breasts slammed solidly against Qingze's broad and sturdy back.
Immediately afterwards, her feet left the ground, her vision spun, and like a light sandbag, she was lifted by a clever force and flipped over Qingze's shoulder with a "whoosh" and fell to the ground in front of her.
Boom!
Her feet, encased in sheer black stockings, landed on the solid wood floor first, making a dull thud.
However, her hips and back did not make close contact with the floor.
Because at the last moment, Qingze deliberately lifted her right arm, causing most of her body to dangle in mid-air.
Her long, golden hair cascaded down like a magnificent waterfall, swaying gently in the air.
Yato-hime looked up at the sky, her vision filled with the white ceiling and a handsome face looking down at her against the light.
She was completely stunned.
I……
We lost just like that?
Saori Hoshino was also stunned, the scene before her eyes was completely different from the visceral punches she had imagined.
The teacher is actually a genius who excels in both academics and martial arts!
"The victory has been decided."
Aozawa smiled and announced the results to Yatohime.
She blinked blankly, the green tag above her head, "World-Destroying Witch," was now fluctuating and surging violently, like the surface of a lake tossed with a pebble.
Immediately, a solid green light separated from it and entered Qingze's brow.
Yato-hime snapped out of her daze and exclaimed in astonishment, "Teacher, you must have practiced some kind of martial arts!"
Qingze forcibly suppressed the exhilarating feeling that surged from the significant increase in his mental strength, and tried to answer in a calm tone, "I used to casually practice some traditional martial arts of Xia Kingdom."
"Teacher, what you're saying is really Versailles-like. You think you can crush me just because you've studied a little bit? It makes me sound like a nobody."
Yatohime complained in a depressed mood, using her left hand to brace herself against the cold floor as a fulcrum, while her right hand, which had been held by Aozawa, suddenly pulled back.
Her skin was exceptionally smooth, as if it had been coated with oil, and she easily broke free from Qingze's palm, which he hadn't used his full strength to grasp.
The next second, she pushed off with her feet and stood up, complaining, "Ugh, losing really is awful!"
Qingze smiled but didn't offer any words of comfort.
As the winner, saying something like "You've tried your best" to the loser at this moment seems condescending and may even provoke the other party more.
He could only watch as the blonde girl strode to the empty wall, raised her fist, and pounded the hard surface of the wall in a fit of rage, as if the wall were the very opponent who had just defeated her.