Chapter 39

Lin Yifan took off his shoes and stepped into the dojo, discarding the wooden sword and picking up the wooden katana: "What should I do?"

"You should ask yourself what you want to do by joining the kendo club." Dojima Sae, kneeling on the ground, smiled.

"Do I even need to say? Of course, it's to pursue you."

Hearing this, Dojima Sae covered her thin lips and laughed softly: "I don't think you genuinely want to pursue me, or rather, your motives are not pure. From you, I see no trace of admiration, which makes me curious about you."

Lin Yifan's eyelids twitched slightly. It was definitely impossible to fall in love with someone so easily. When he looked at Dojima Sae, he only felt that she was very beautiful, essentially just being fascinated by her martial prowess.

After being seen through, Lin Yifan was momentarily at a loss for words. If he said he wanted to sleep with Dojima Sae, of course he did, but love was a different matter.

If love were so abundant, it wouldn't be called love anymore.

"I don't care about your motives for approaching me, but..." Dojima Sae paused, then slowly stood up, pointing the wooden katana at Lin Yifan: "Accompany me for another match."

Lin Yifan stood there for a long time, then placed the wooden katana on his shoulder, touched his nose, and smiled with satisfaction: "Got it!"

Dojima Sae bowed slightly, and the two maintained a certain distance, staring at each other motionless.

Lin Yifan squinted, trying to find Dojima Sae's weaknesses, but she was too calm, showing no vulnerabilities.

Lin Yifan's inaction did not mean Dojima Sae would stand still. After waiting for a long time, unable to contain her desire for violence, Dojima Sae lunged forward and instantly rushed to Lin Yifan, delivering a swift draw cut!

The dominance of a draw cut lies in the extreme pursuit of a one-hit kill, where the blade must draw blood, and it is extremely fast!

Lin Yifan's eyes widened in terror, barely managing to see Dojima Sae's attack and immediately blocking with the wooden katana.

With a crack, Lin Yifan's wooden katana was easily cut in half, and he was sent flying several meters away, overwhelmed by the dominance.

Seeing Lin Yifan retreat several steps, Dojima Sae did not press her advantage but instead sheathed her katana and bowed, apologizing: "I'm sorry, I got too excited and couldn't control myself. This way, we probably won't be able to have a proper match."

Looking at the broken wooden katana in his hand, Lin Yifan swallowed hard. If it were a real katana, his upper body would have been cut off.

"So strong..."

Dojima Sae smiled and shook her head: "Nothing much, but you did manage to notice my attack this time, which is some progress. By the way, are you interested in learning kendo?"

Discarding the broken handle, Lin Yifan shouted excitedly: "Coach, I want to learn kendo!"

Dojima Sae covered her pink lips and laughed softly: "Isn't that a line from 'Slam Dunk'? Are you teasing me?"

"No, I genuinely want to learn, and maybe during the lessons, something romantic might happen."

Dojima Sae, putting down the wooden katana, began to reassess Lin Yifan. His appearance was suitable for a boyfriend, but unfortunately, his martial prowess was not a match for Dojima Sae, who had grown up with a katana.

"Lin-kun is really special. Even knowing you can't beat me, why do you still want to pursue me?"

Lin Yifan touched his nose: "I can't beat you now, but I will one day. Don't waste time, let's continue."

Picking up another wooden katana, Lin Yifan touched the spot where he had been hit, enduring the pain and reassuming his fighting stance.

Dojima Sae's eyes were hazy, gripping the wooden katana tightly: "Please guide me."

Thus, the kendo club was filled with Lin Yifan's shouts as he charged forward recklessly, only to be repeatedly pushed back by Dojima Sae's wooden katana.

Dojima Sae's icy face gradually flushed, her body trembling with excitement. She just needed an outlet, and once she found it, she clung to it like a drowning person to a lifeline.

Dojima Sae was immersed in her violent aesthetics, each swing of the wooden katana and the sound of the collision stirring her inner sensitivity. The impact on her flesh and the clear resonance of bones thrilled her.

After being hit by the wooden katana countless times, Lin Yifan retreated to the edge, panting heavily, his body covered in marks from the hits.

But from the beginning to now, Lin Yifan had not been so easily defeated as before, and Dojima Sae had not held back.

Now, Lin Yifan was certain that the six new prisoners had significantly increased his strength. Although it was not visible data, it was a tangible reality. He could now hold his own against Dojima Sae for a longer time, a real and steady improvement, even if it was slow.

At this moment, Dojima Sae's face was flushed, covered in sweat, and she was breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling rhythmically.

With a look of intoxication, Dojima Sae approached Lin Yifan, who was cornered. As he raised his katana, she knocked it away.

Lin Yifan's hands, now numb from the impact, could no longer grip the handle, and he watched as the wooden katana was knocked away, signaling his defeat.

With the wooden katana flying away, Lin Yifan had nothing to say. If it were a real fight, he would have been cut dozens of times and bled to death.

What Lin Yifan did not expect was that Dojima Sae did not stop but continued forward, cornering him against the wall.

What's going on... This violent person, still not satisfied? Not had enough?

Cornered against the wall, Lin Yifan stared at Dojima Sae until he noticed the unusual expression on her face.

Smack!

Dojima Sae pressed her hand against the wall, cornering Lin Yifan in a "wall hug." Her face was flushed, and her lips parted as she slowly leaned in for a kiss.

Cornered against the wall, Lin Yifan could clearly hear Dojima Sae's heavy breathing; she was excited!

Her lips lightly touched Lin Yifan's, unlike the rough kiss from Nan Liang, it was a quick, light touch.

Dojima Sae's warm breath tickled Lin Yifan's face.

"Th... Thank you, this is a small reward for you." Dojima Sae, with a flushed face, took a few steps back, maintaining a calm demeanor despite her flushed cheeks and slightly parted lips.

Lin Yifan blinked, a bit surprised, never expecting Dojima Sae to initiate a kiss.

With a flushed face, Dojima Sae pointed the wooden katana at Lin Yifan and smiled: "Shall we continue?"

Leaning against the wall and catching his breath for a moment, Lin Yifan picked up the wooden katana again: "Continue!"

The two engaged in another intense battle, the dojo filled with the sounds of wooden katana collisions. At first, Lin Yifan was only on the defensive, but gradually he began to find opportunities to counterattack, though he could not injure Dojima Sae, it was still a form of progress.

They fought for two full class periods, with only a few minutes of rest in between. By now, Lin Yifan was drenched in sweat, while Dojima Sae maintained her stamina, only slightly out of breath.

The two separated and looked at each other. Lin Yifan's wooden katana was in tatters, and he gripped it tightly, shouting as he swung at Dojima Sae.

The two wooden katana collided, sending wood chips flying. Lin Yifan's wooden katana finally broke under the strain.

The broken katana fell with a clatter, and Lin Yifan collapsed to the ground, completely exhausted.

Dojima Sae sheathed her katana and bowed slightly to Lin Yifan: "Thank you for your hard work."

Hearing that Dojima Sae had finally had her fill, Lin Yifan fell onto the wooden floor, panting heavily, his chest heaving.

Only after the match ended did Lin Yifan feel the fatigue and the burning pain all over his body.

Lying on the ground, he heard Dojima Sae's footsteps as she left the dojo. Lin Yifan had no intention of getting up, too tired to do anything but lie there.

A moment later, he heard the dojo door slide open. A bottle of green tea appeared in his line of sight, held by Dojima Sae's slender hand. She smiled down at him.

Slowly sitting up, Lin Yifan took the drink from Dojima Sae: "Thank you."

Lin Yifan unscrewed the cap and drank the green tea without any regard for posture, gulping it down.

Dojima Sae, kneeling beside him, unscrewed the cap and took a small sip, smiling at the straightforward exchange student: "Will you come back this afternoon?"

Lin Yifan, having drunk most of the green tea, let out a satisfied sigh, wiped the water from his lips, and nodded: "Of course, I learned a lot from that match."

"Pity." Dojima Sae shook her head.

"Huh?"

"Pity that you were not born into a kendo family. Otherwise, with your insight, you wouldn't be worse than me, and we might even face each other at the national tournament." Dojima Sae felt a slight regret.

Lin Yifan, however, smiled bitterly and said nothing. As an extra, his insight was not high, and he would be scolded by the director and possibly blacklisted. He had to be more agile to survive.

While Lin Yifan and Dojima Sae were chatting in the dojo, the other club members outside were seething with jealousy. If they had known that getting beaten could bring them closer to Dojima Sae, they would have been willing to be disabled!

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