Chapter 32: The Fight between a Man and a Woman in the Sports Equipment Room (2)
The angry kick did hit the target, but there was a layer in between - the sit-up mat, which was covered with lime powder that Watanabe Toru had deliberately thrown away just now.
Jingliu was hit right in the face.
Toru Watanabe covered his aching waist with his left hand, quickly distanced himself, and threw whatever he could grab with his right hand.
At the same time, he said loudly:
"Ms. Jingliu, I wonder how well you are at studying chemistry! Quicklime and water will react chemically, and then they will immediately heat up to a temperature exceeding 300°C. Please be careful of your eyes and tongue!"
"You're looking for death!" Jingliu's anger was even more intense than the boiling water of lime powder.
She tried hard to open her tearful eyes and rushed towards Watanabe Toru.
"I kill you!"
Toru Watanabe, who has always avoided head-on confrontation, has no way to escape.
The two men fought quickly, back and forth, and the lime and dust around them were like clouds rolled by a strong wind in the sunlight, just like a churning sea of clouds.
Miki Kujo sighed with interest as if she was watching a 3D movie.
Watanabe Toru dodged or blocked all of his opponent's attacks, but his arms and feet were numb with pain. He had no doubt: if he pulled up his trouser legs and sleeves, they would definitely be covered in bruises!
But Jingliu wasn't having an easy time either.
Watanabe Toru has a smart brain and never slacks off. He is destined to be great and naturally would not make mistakes in remembering simple chemical reactions.
Tears were streaming down her eyes and her temperature was rising. If it were an ordinary person, she would have held her eyes and screamed.
But Shizuru is not an Olympic judo champion. She is a killer trained by the Kujo family. She has killed more people than the total population of Watanabe Toru's hometown village.
He was so ruthless that he was determined to kill Watanabe Toru in one breath.
Toru Watanabe felt that his hands and feet were so painful that he couldn't react anymore, and he knew he couldn't go on like this.
If he gets hit by just one punch or one kick, he will definitely lose his fighting ability, and then he will have no choice but to die.
After Jingliu subconsciously closed her eyes due to tears and took a weakened punch, he found an opportunity and pressed his right hand, which still had some lime powder on it, on her eyes.
"Ah!" Jingliu couldn't control his human instinct, he quickly distanced himself and wailed while covering his eyes.
This time, even if she wasn't blinded, the lime powder wouldn't make her feel comfortable.
Watanabe Toru was not feeling well either. His face was almost twisted by Jingliu's punch, and his mouth was full of blood.
Fortunately, he insists on brushing his teeth every morning and evening, so his teeth are strong and he is not in danger of losing his teeth.
Watanabe Toru's potential was unleashed, and despite the tremendous pain he generated a force. He pulled out a pole for pole vaulting and pulled it hard towards Jingliu.
Jingliu, however, relied on the sound of the wind and instinctively grabbed the pole with his backhand.
Watanabe Toru's face changed. The experience gained from master-level free fighting made him subconsciously clamp the pole under his armpits, and then quickly wrap his arms around it several times.
Just as he thought, as he did all this, he immediately felt a force from the pole that he could not resist.
Fortunately, he acted decisively, otherwise the other party would have taken the pole away and he would have been in a dilemma.
Watanabe Toru glanced at the basketball and football that he had just thrown on the ground, and he kicked them all over without caring whether he could kick them or not.
Some hit, some missed. According to Toru Watanabe, only a few hit the opponent's head.
Jingliu looked a little embarrassed at first, but Watanabe Toru's strength was too weak. Even if she used her face to take the blow, she would only feel a little pain at most.
She endured the burning pain in her eyes, grabbed the pole with both hands, and prepared to snatch it away in one breath.
Little did he know that he had fallen into Watanabe Toru's trap.
In addition to basketball and football, there is also shot put!
He wrapped his left hand around the pole, ignoring the fact that it was being pulled away bit by bit, and squatted down, picked up the shot put, and threw it in the most violent way possible.
Unfortunately, Watanabe Toru's strength was still insufficient and his accuracy was a little off, so he only hit the opponent's chest.
But that's enough.
"Bang!" The shot put fell to the ground with a noise, and Jingliu was knocked to the ground.
Toru Watanabe was breathing heavily, the pole slipped from under his armpits, and he was almost out of strength.
Ten seconds later, he swallowed, looked at Jingliu who was lying on the ground groaning, and picked up the shot put that had rolled to the side.
Because he didn't dare to get too close, he didn't have enough and his aim was not high enough, so he hit the upper body, which had the largest area.
The shot put began to fall midway and, with great luck, hit the opponent's ankle.
"Ah!" Jingliu screamed, but did not move, and seemed to have lost the ability to resist.
Watanabe Toru staggered towards the still sliding shot put and said, "Do you know how much I have paid for this day, Miss Shizuru?"
He used his foot to stop the shot put from sliding further, and bent down to pick it up while enduring the pain.
He didn't want to hit women, and even less did he want to kill people. To be more precise, he was afraid of killing people.
Fear is an instinct, but Toru Watanabe had already decided to do only what he should do.
The men in black were all shocked. How could Jingliu, the personal bodyguard of the eldest lady and the one with the highest fighting power, be defeated by a student?
Although we relied on the terrain and were careless, failure is failure.
They glanced at Kujo Miki from the corner of their eyes, waiting for her orders.
Kujo Misaki looked at Watanabe Toru holding the shot put with an expressionless face.
Toru Watanabe is still observing Jingliu's reaction. He is about to win, so he must not be careless!
He continued:
"I get up at 6am, lift dumbbells for half an hour, do the second set of radio gymnastics at 6:30am, and recite English and Mandarin from 7am to 8am;
Go to the library from 8:30 to 11:00 and read a biography that is beneficial to life; study from 2:00 to 4:00 in the afternoon, including biology, modern society, mathematics, and art;
At 7pm, I swim 10 laps in the 50-meter-long swimming pool even if I am exhausted. At 9pm, I listen to the English radio while lifting dumbbells or doing push-ups. Do you know how I survived these days? "
The man in black looked strange.
“That’s enough!”
Jingliu, who had lost his resistance, suddenly sat up, covering his left eye with his left hand and barely .
"Bang, bang, bang, bang." Toru Watanabe continued to slide down the shot put.
He looked at the pistol in Jingliu's right hand and raised his hands: "This, isn't that necessary?"
"Hahahahaha!" Miki Kujo laughed and put her hands on her flat, thin belly.
After a long time, when she had laughed enough, she waved her hand.
Jingliu put away the gun, panted, leaned against the basketball frame, his eyes completely closed, and his face was full of pain.
"Take the medicine." said Kujo Miki.
Jingliu waited for a while before realizing that he was talking to her.
She fumbled to take out the medicine box and put a pill of healing medicine into her mouth.
Soon, the red and swollen tearful eyes, the bleeding corners of the mouth, and the numb ankles, everything returned to normal.
She stood up suddenly and stared at Watanabe Toru.
Come again, I promise to kill you this time... This is what Toru Watanabe understood her to mean.
He was not stupid. He looked at Kujo Miki: "Miss Kujo?"
"continue."
"……ha?"
“Hahaha!” Kujo Miki laughed so hard that she covered her stomach again. “Your face is so cute when you turn pale with fear. I like it!”
She let out a long sigh and said happily, "I am very happy today, so I will let you go this time. I will kill you next time when I am in a bad mood."
Miki Kujo stood up, walked to Jingliu, took the medicine from her hand and looked at it carefully.
"Miss, I'm sorry." Jingliu bowed.
"Next time I give you the transfusion, whether I can cure you or not depends on the doctor's level."
Jingliu thought of the ankle that couldn't move just now and the eyes that were almost useless: "Miss, please rest assured!"
Miki Kujo put the medicine into the pocket of her school skirt and left the sports equipment room directly. Jingliu and the man in black followed silently.
After everyone left, Toru Watanabe collapsed on a sit-up mat.
Lime powder was still dancing in the light column, equipment was scattered all over the floor, and the chair where Kujo Miki had sat was still there.
The sound of crows could be heard outside the warehouse door that had been reopened.
Finally, survived.
