Chapter 29

Satsuki Tojo stepped forward, reaching out to pull Lin Yifan up. Others didn't notice, but Lin Yifan, who was closest to Satsuki Tojo, clearly saw the faint blush on her face.

She had been famous for a long time, winning the national championship in her second year of high school. No one in the kendo club dared to spar with her.

Satsuki Tojo endured, and unless there was a high school league match or a competition with experts from other schools, no one in the entire Fujimi Academy was a match for her.

So, Satsuki Tojo, who hadn't sparred with anyone for a long time, had been suppressing and enduring. Until today, she finally vented some of her pent-up pressure on Lin Yifan.

She was born for battle!

Holding Satsuki Tojo's hand, she didn't seem to mind, but instead stared at Lin Yifan with fiery eyes: "You, will you join the kendo club, right?"

Lin Yifan was slightly taken aback, but then a smile crept onto his lips: "Of course, my goal is to make you my woman."

"A man's word is a bond, I'll be waiting." Satsuki Tojo tightly gripped Lin Yifan's hand. She was excited, she was enduring, and she really wanted to have another satisfying fight, to unleash the long-suppressed strength.

At that moment, there was a commotion in the crowd, and the students moved back to make a path.

"Xiao Lin, Xiao Lin!"

Amidst the surging crowd, Kikuchi Shizuka, wearing a white shirt and a black knee-length skirt, hurried over.

When she saw Lin Yifan's disheveled appearance and the marks of the bokken on his body, Kikuchi Shizuka's face turned pale with fear: "What... what happened?"

"Kikuchi-sensei, his last name is Lin, right? Lin-kun got a slight injury while sparring with me. I'm sorry for the trouble," Satsuki Tojo bowed slightly to Kikuchi Shizuka.

"Oh, I see. I thought it was a fight. Fighting is not good."

Kikuchi Shizuka's dazed expression made Lin Yifan unable to hold back a laugh.

Supported by Kikuchi Shizuka, as Lin Yifan was about to leave, Satsuki Tojo, who was facing away from him, spoke again: "Remember what you said, I'll be waiting."

Looking back at Satsuki Tojo, Lin Yifan's lips curled up, knowing he had succeeded.

It seemed his declaration plan was crazy, and he ended up getting beaten up. But... he couldn't beat such a terrifying person, and even if he used his demon transformation, it would be hard to gain the upper hand against Satsuki Tojo.

If she weren't strong, Lin Yifan could easily defeat her, and he wouldn't be so focused on her, making her his top choice for his plan.

Remember, this woman is a violence enthusiast. She won't like you just because you're strong, nor will she pity the weak. She is only interested in those who can make her feel something.

Lin Yifan knew Satsuki Tojo's psychological weakness and her inner demon—she was afraid of her violent tendencies.

In junior high, Satsuki Tojo once deliberately let a pervert approach her, and in the end, she broke the pervert's leg and shattered his shoulder blade with a bokken!

Breaking bones with a bokken, Satsuki Tojo's combat ability is truly superior to ordinary轮回者 (cyclical beings) soldiers... even non-commissioned officers.

This is why Lin Yifan, despite acting crazy, was determined to get close to Satsuki Tojo. She is really strong, a combat maniac who has been practicing kendo since childhood, not someone you can easily find on the street.

Taken to the infirmary by Kikuchi Shizuka, she closed the door and pouted, scolding him: "You mustn't fight with that cool girl again, okay? She is the daughter of the Tojo family, and she has been holding a sword since she was in her mother's womb."

Lying on the bed, Lin Yifan touched his nose and replied casually: "I understand, Kikuchi-sensei. I'm actually fine, just some minor injuries."

"No, I need to check to be sure." Kikuchi Shizuka was quite firm when dealing with patients.

She undid Lin Yifan's windbreaker again and carefully applied medicine. After finishing, she smiled lightly: "There, all better! Get some rest. The teacher knows you were up all night, you must be exhausted."

Without saying much, Lin Yifan, who had been through a lot that day, was really tired. He nodded and closed his eyes, feeling drowsy.

Lying on the soft bed, the breeze lifted the curtains, and a few cherry blossoms danced in the air. Amidst the sound of reading, Lin Yifan gradually fell asleep.

Kikuchi Shizuka, sitting at her desk, propped her chin on her hand, twirling a pen and staring at Lin Yifan in a daze.

After some time, which felt like a few seconds or a long while, Lin Yifan opened his eyes groggily to see the curtains being blown by the wind.

Sitting up and looking around, he noticed Kikuchi Shizuka was gone, making him instinctively tense.

But hearing the distant sound of reading, Lin Yifan gradually relaxed, knowing the zombie virus hadn't erupted yet.

Picking up his backpack, not knowing where Kikuchi Shizuka had gone, Lin Yifan decided to wander around the school.

Pushing open the infirmary door, Lin Yifan aimlessly wandered the hallway. After a few steps, he saw a dejected figure leaning on the railing, looking into the distance.

"Cross my heart and hope to die, if I lie, I'll swallow a thousand needles." The dejected boy muttered to himself.

Lin Yifan couldn't help but chuckle. This was the protagonist, Komuro Takashi, whose childhood friend, Miyamoto Rei, was dating another man, causing him to become dejected.

Not planning to interact with the protagonist, Lin Yifan was focused on how to lure Satsuki Tojo back to the prison to help him punish the wicked.

Passing by the dejected boy, Komuro Takashi, who was muttering incantations, only glanced at Lin Yifan's unusual attire and didn't pay much attention.

Going upstairs, Lin Yifan saw the sign for Class 2-B. He really didn't understand why in many school anime, the protagonists were always in Class 2-B. Was there some inside joke he didn't know?

Boldly walking through Class 2-B, Lin Yifan's black attire immediately caught the attention of many students in class.

Through the window, Lin Yifan saw the military fat otaku, the female protagonist Miyamoto Rei, the tsundere Takagi Saeko, and the neighbor, Eiichiro Miyake.

Lin Yifan glanced at them, and they were also sizing up the new transfer student. However, Lin Yifan was not in their class but in the 3A class, one year above them.

Takagi Saeko, with her twin-tails, propped her chin on her hand and glared at Lin Yifan: "Oh, it's that transfer student from across the sea. Humph."

Calmly passing by these characters, the teacher, who was lecturing, tapped the desk: "Cough, pay attention!"

After passing Class 2-B, Lin Yifan wandered the school building for about ten minutes before finally finding his 3A class.

Stopping at the classroom door, Lin Yifan took a deep breath and pushed it open.

In the classroom, the male teacher, who was teaching kanji, stopped writing on the board and stared at Lin Yifan for a while.

The entire class turned to look, except for Satsuki Tojo, who was meditating with her eyes closed.

The male teacher, dressed in a suit, with a middle part hairstyle and black-rimmed glasses, adjusted his glasses with his index finger and smiled kindly: "Ah, isn't this Lin-kun? Kikuchi-sensei has already told me about your situation. How are you feeling?"

The male teacher was very热情 (enthusiastic) and concerned, but Lin Yifan felt it was a bit forced. The teacher was familiar, but Lin Yifan couldn't remember who he was.

But who he was didn't matter to Lin Yifan; his goal was Satsuki Tojo.

"Thank you, teacher. I'm fine now."

"That's good. Lin-kun, please return to your seat, and we'll continue the class." The male teacher maintained his smile, drawing admiring glances from many female students.

The male teacher was indeed handsome, with a handsome face, but there was an indescribable femininity about him.

Glancing around the classroom, there was only one empty seat, and it was next to Satsuki Tojo.

Returning to his seat, Lin Yifan sneakily glanced at Satsuki Tojo, but she ignored him.

In class, it was impossible to get closer to Satsuki Tojo, but with some free time, Lin Yifan took out a book from under his desk to read.

This feeling was nostalgic, sitting in the same classroom with a group of people. How were his old classmates doing?

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