I Copy Under One Punch

Chapter 188: Seeing All and Forbidden Techniques

After many days, Aomori came to the place where the hero started again.

Compared with before, the current camp is in decent shape, with tall buildings such as offices and teaching, and many facilities and equipment are fully equipped.

"It's time for afternoon class now. For Class D, it should be there."

He looked leisurely, inspecting work while walking, and arrived at the gym after a while, standing at the door and looking inside.

After scanning for a week, he found Fubuki wearing platinum armor here.

She was lying on a mat, trying to raise her arms, doing bench presses.

Judging by her performance, she was actually stronger than many of the people present, which was a world of difference from when she first put on the armor.

"Not bad, it looks like I have worked hard, and my painstaking efforts have not been wasted."

After stopping to watch for a while, Aomori quietly left, just as he quietly came.

No one, including Fubuki, could find Aomori's figure.

Inside the tightly wrapped armor, beads of sweat ooze from the tip of Fuxue's nose, his chest heaves unceasingly, breathing rhythmically, his arms tremble slightly, but he still pushes up firmly until his arms are straight.

"50! Armored warrior, you did a good job." Beside her was the locust instructor.

Since Chuuxue came a day late, there was no matching partner, so the locust instructor had to act as a partner, standing aside to take care of her while she was exercising.

These days, he has seen Fuxue's growth, and he admires her resilience.

It's just that she doesn't know why she wears a pair of armor to make it more difficult for herself. The locust instructor asked her to take off the armor several times for physical training, but Chuuxue flatly refused.

However, the locust instructor is sure that if she takes off her armor, she must be stronger than the heroes present, at least in the middle of class C.

"Thank you, instructor. I want to do another set." After a short rest, Fubuki proposed to continue exercising.

"Take a break. Exercising too quickly will be harmful to your body."

"En." Fuxue thought for a moment, then nodded.

"In two days, I will recommend you to Class C. You have passed the physical fitness level. When you go there, you must continue to work hard and don't embarrass me." Speaking of the latter, the locust instructor deliberately put on a straight face.

"Class C?" Fuxue felt a little joy in his heart. After so many days of hard work finally paid off, he immediately raised his voice and said, "Thank you instructor! I will definitely continue to work hard!"

"Okay. Rest for another ten minutes and start a new set of exercises."

"yes!"

After finishing the afternoon classes, Fubuki dragged his tired body to the canteen to pack the food, and returned to his room with ease.

As soon as she entered this private space exclusive to herself, Fubuki no longer had to hold on any longer. She briskly took off the heavy armor on her body, revealing the cool little vest and panties inside.

Wearing an airtight armor, it is too hot, so she has always been dressed lightly, anyway, no one can see the scenery inside through the armor.

Just as he was about to release the restraints on his body in one go, he suddenly heard a slight cough next to him.

'Is there anyone else? ! Perverted? ! '

Without even thinking about it, Fubuki threw Jillan at him.

However, the powerful storm she imagined did not appear. She turned her head in surprise and caught a glimpse of Aomori who was smiling.

"Teacher?!" Fubuki was taken aback.

'Hey, what's the matter? Why is Aomori-sensei here? Are you trying to attack me at night? Is that so, even the president of the Heroes Association sometimes thinks only with his lower body. what to do? Do you want to decline? Whatever you think, you must refuse. Although it is useless to refuse, with his strength, he must be able to easily subdue me, and then treat me roughly like this. But if it is a teacher, it is not unacceptable.’

In just a short moment, Fuxue had already made up a hundred episodes of sitcoms in her mind. Her cheeks gradually turned red, her eyes blurred, and she couldn't help rubbing her legs lightly.

Seeing that the cart was about to head towards the no-return road of National Highway 404, Aomori quickly stopped it loudly: "Fubuxue!"

"Ah! I'm sorry, it's too fast. I can't accept becoming a mother at a young age. At least I have to go on a date and develop a relationship first!" Awakened by Aomori's words, Fubuki shuddered and said all that was on her mind out.

After she finished speaking, she realized what she had just said, and quickly covered her mouth, her pretty face turned extremely red.

"Don't think so much, I'm just here to see you, and I won't do anything against the teacher's morality." As he spoke, Aomori glanced at her and said, "Also, hurry up and take a shower in the bathroom. Otherwise, I will see it all."

"Ah!" Only then did Fuxue remember that she was dressed coolly, with a large area of ​​skin exposed, she shyly covered her chest with one hand and leggings with one hand, and ran into the bathroom as if fleeing for her life.

After closing the door, Fuxue covered her face with her hands, and uttered an inaudible raving: "I really want to die, I'm ashamed to see people."

Outside the door, Aomori, who was sitting on the sofa, was also speechless.

Who would have thought that the vigilance of this girl Fuxue was so low that he couldn't even detect her existence without hiding her existence.

Both he and Xiao Qingmori can swear to God, what happened just now was purely accidental, he only has teacher-student affection for Fubuki, and has no other unreasonable thoughts.

But there is one thing to say, Fubuki's figure is really good, and it's quite eye-catching.

After Fubuki entered the bathroom, there was no movement. Aomori looked around, stood up, and said to her in a steady tone: "I'm hungry, I'll go find something to eat first, and I'll come to you later."

After all, he opened the door and left the dormitory, and made it louder on purpose when he closed the door.

Hearing Aomori's words and the sound of closing the door, Fubuki was freed from her autistic state. She gently opened the bathroom door and looked out with her head, but she did not see Aomori's figure.

"Did the teacher leave on purpose so that I could feel more at ease? It's quite considerate."

Fubuki laughed, found a set of tighter pajamas and her favorite set of underwear from the closet, and returned to the bathroom.

She took off her wet clothes, rushed to her body, and changed into her pajamas.

Looking at herself with short hair in the mirror, Fubuki couldn't help feeling a little regretful.

"If I knew it earlier, I wouldn't be impulsive. It doesn't feel feminine at all."

Originally wanted to put on makeup, but remembering Aomori's rejection of makeup before, she had no choice but to give up, spray some perfume, and then put on a mask for herself.

In a hurry, she chose to apply a mask while eating.

After finally taking care of everything, when he was lying on the sofa and taking a few breaths, the doorbell rang.

"So fast?" Chuuxue took a deep breath, managed his facial expressions well, and then opened the dormitory door.

Aomori is naturally outside the door.

He was wearing popular casual clothes and was carrying a big bag in his hand. He didn't know what was in it.

"Hi teacher, please come in." Fubuki had an impeccable respectful expression on his face, and his voice was steady without any fluctuations.

It seemed that this was their first meeting today, and what happened before was just an illusion.

Aomori, a veteran actor, has no flaws at all. After entering the room with Fubuki, he first looked at her new hairstyle, and asked with a smile: "Is it too hot? Why did you change yourself to such a short hairstyle?" hairstyle?"

"Well, yes, it's too hot to be stuffed in the armor." Fubuki was ashamed to mention that she had the same purpose as cutting hair, and said in accordance with Aomori's words.

She touched her hair nervously, fixed her eyes on Aomori, and asked, "Is this hairstyle too ugly to suit me?"

"It doesn't matter, anyway, you won't show your face outside, and it's best to be practical if others can't see it."

Fubuki choked on Aomori's speech by a straight man of steel. She stomped her feet and snorted coquettishly, "What about you, teacher, what do you think of my hairstyle?"

"It doesn't matter what it is, the front and rear looks are just average, so I can only say 'not ugly'."

"It's just not ugly?" Fuxue, who has been praised as a peerless beauty, couldn't bear it anymore. She just wanted to refute a few words, but when she saw the perfect face of her teacher opposite, she suddenly felt like an ugly duckling, and her confidence disappeared completely. net.

‘No wonder, my appearance can only be called mediocre in front of him. '

"If the teacher is a woman, she must be the kind that will bring disaster to the country and the people." Fubuki stared at Aomori fiercely, imagining Aomori with long fluttering hair, and her face gradually turned red again.

Aomori, who realized that the style of painting had gone astray, quickly interrupted her imagination, he handed the big bag in his hand to Fubuki, and said: "This time I came here to test your homework, and I also brought you a gift. "

"Gift?!" Catching the key word, Fuxue woke up instantly, took the big bag expectantly, and said joyfully, "It's quite heavy, can I open it?"

"certainly."

"Okay, let me have a look." Fubuki untied the knotted rope on the bag, opened the bag, and looked inside.

"Huh?" Her expression froze, and the corners of her raised mouth gradually retracted.

She reached into the bag, took out a ball the size of a palm, and asked blankly, "Teacher, what is this?"

"It's a rubber ball made of special rubber. Don't look at it as mediocre, but it can actually help you practice."

'What the hell am I expecting? ! Didn't the Platinum Armor last time well explain what kind of person the teacher is? '

Branding Aomori as a "straight man of steel" in his heart, a polite smile appeared on Fubuki's face, and he exaggeratedly said: "Ah, that's great, I was hoping to have such a gift."

Aomori ignored Fubuki's yin and yang aura, took out another rubber ball from his bag, shook it, and the sound of splashing water came from it.

"Do you hear the noise? There are some rubber balls filled with water in the bag. Your first task is to use your superpowers to break the rubber balls filled with water. Like this."

As soon as he finished speaking, the rubber ball in Aomori's hand began to shake non-stop. It seemed that something wanted to break the ball. Many protrusions appeared on the surface of the rubber ball. Finally, the shaking was so violent that the rubber ball burst open. up.

The water inside shot out and splashed onto Fubuki's body, the silk pajamas immediately became transparent, and the black underwear inside was clearly exposed in front of Aomori's eyes.

Fubuki looked down at his transparent pajamas, with a dull expression.

"Would you believe me if I said it was an accident?" Aomori said seriously.

He was answered by a scream: "Ah!"

Ten minutes later, the two sat on the sofa again as if nothing had happened.

Putting on a new set of clothes, Fubuki held a water-filled rubber ball in his hand and said doubtfully, "Can this really help me practice?"

"Trust me!" Aomori nodded earnestly, and said, "Don't underestimate it. If you can complete my courses one by one, you will learn a super powerful forbidden technique."

"Forbidden Art?!" It sounded very powerful, Fubuki opened his small mouth, looking at the rubber ball in his hand in surprise.

"Now, you can try it."

"Yeah!" Fubuki nodded, unfolding her super power to manipulate the water inside.

Soon, the rubber ball shook, but the magnitude was much smaller than Aomori's previous demonstration, and there were no raised marks on the rubber ball.

After working hard for a long time, there was no improvement, so Fubuki finally gave up.

"Obviously it looks quite simple."

"Think about the secrets yourself slowly. If you really can't figure it out, you can ask me."

"I will definitely figure out the trick by myself!" How could he easily admit his incompetence in front of the teacher?

'I don't want to be looked down upon or anything! ’ The proud Fubuki secretly made up his mind.

"It's up to you. When you can break the water-filled rubber balls, the next step is the empty rubber balls."

"OK!"

"Then there is one last thing."

"Um?"

Aomori looked at Fubuki's arms and calves, and said with a serious expression: "Just now I saw that many of your muscles are bruised, which is the sequelae of excessive exercise. Because you are wearing armor, you can't let others massage your muscles in time. I admit, I didn't think carefully."

"When I go back to the dormitory, I will paint myself. It's not a big deal."

"No, it's often the little things that are overlooked that cause big trouble. So, lie down on the bed now."

"ah?"

"I'll give you a massage myself."

"No, no need."

"It's okay, it will be soon."

Chuuxue couldn't resist the majestic president, so he had to follow his instructions and lay down on the bed.

'This posture always feels a little embarrassing. Wouldn't the teacher see that place clearly? Also, the teacher's hot hands will touch my body later. The root of the snow ear is hot, so I have to bury my head in the pillow and act like an ostrich.

"Don't push too hard, I'm afraid of pain."

"Okay, it's over."

"Ah?" Fubuki straightened up, stared blankly at Aomori, and asked, "Is it over?"

It's over when you don't feel anything at all? Would this be a little too fast.

"Yeah." Aomori nodded and said, "You should start to feel it."

"Indeed, the part that used to hurt a little is now warm and comfortable." Fubuki exclaimed in wonder, and asked again: "Teacher, how did you do it?"

"Unique method."

In fact, it's just a little faster hand speed, and lightly hit the corresponding part with the [Burst Heart Liberation Fist], which quickly eliminated the congestion.

This requires a deep understanding of [Blasting Heart Liberation Fist], otherwise if you can't control the strength, you will get internal injuries every minute.

"By the way, there is this." Aomori took out a bottle of medicinal wine from his pocket and handed it to Fubuki, "Teacher Banggu's secret medicinal wine can effectively reduce swelling, and it will be much better if you use it in massage in the future."

"Oh, good."

"Keep working hard, next time I will inspect you in actual combat, don't slack off."

"Don't worry, teacher."

After sending Aomori out the door, after closing the door, Fubuki looked at the medicinal wine in his hand, and a charming smile bloomed on his face unconsciously.

"Isn't this a good gift?"