People Are in Rice Flowers, the Male God of Tea Art at the Beginning

"Mori's boyfriend?"

Yamamoto Ichiro looked at him, inexplicably a little impulsive.

If I can defeat this guy in front of everyone, especially in front of Mao Lilan...

He glanced at the beautiful and lovely Mao Lilan and couldn't help swallowing.

"Yes!"

Tono Makoto nodded and admitted it generously.

"Sincere!"

Xiaolan looked at him affectionately.

Sure enough, he is different!

Kudo Shinichi never dared to say a word of liking since he was a child.

And Higashino Makoto, no matter where he goes, no matter who he is in front of, he dares to admit it generously and tell everyone that he is his girlfriend.

"Look at your skills just now, have you also learned karate?"

Yamamoto Ichiro asked with a smile.

"It doesn't count as schooling, just a little bit of understanding!"

Tono Makoto said lightly. .

Chapter 22

Before today, to be precise, before signing in just now, he knew nothing about the so-called karate.

"It doesn't matter, with the speed of your reaction just now, you definitely have the strength of a black belt."

Yamamoto Ichiro praised.

"Black belt? No way, that's too exaggerated!"

"Just luck, how could he be a black belt?"

"That is, a person who doesn't know karate at all is not worthy of Mao Lilan!"

"I haven't even studied, I don't admit that he is a black belt!"

……

Suddenly, all the boys in the karate club scoffed, obviously not convinced.

"What? You don't believe it?"

"Otherwise, you and Dongye-kun will know it after a real fight."

Yamamoto Ichiro said seriously with a straight face.

It looked like he was speaking for Makoto Higashino.

Tea art man!

Typical tea man!

In addition to the appearance that is not as good as himself, the tea art skills are barely comparable.

"I'll come first!"

"Let me do it!"

"Let me come first!"

"I'm coming! I'm coming!"

……

All the boys, wearing karate uniforms, clenched fists with both hands, and posed.

"Ugh--"

Dongye Cheng sighed, his face was quite helpless.

"What are you doing?"

"If you want to fight, just fight with me first!"

Xiaolan stood in front of Makoto Higashino.

After all, she is the leader of the karate club, of course she knows the strength of this group of members.

Any one of them can hang three or four small gangsters, it is definitely not easy to mess with.

"gross profit!"

"They just want to learn from each other, it's a friendly game."

"Moreover, if it is a Japanese man, he should accept the challenge with dignity, instead of hiding behind a woman."

"You are insulting Higashino-kun!"

Yamamoto Ichiro said with a pretense.

"This……"

Xiaolan looked at Makoto Higashino and asked for his opinion.

"Get out of the way, it's alright!"

Tono Makoto smiled and took off his shoes.

Like all karate members, he stepped on the wooden floor with his bare feet.

"Correct, I'm not a Japanese man, I'm a dragon country man!"

"However, now I'm also your Japanese woman's man, her man!"

Makoto Higashino glanced at the shy Xiaolan and continued.

"So, I accept your challenge!"

"A challenge for all of you!"

He hooked his fingers and smiled playfully.

"Don't worry about it, you guys are good to go together!"

"I'm in a hurry!"

boom!

In an instant, the entire karate club was in a frenzy.

People in their thirties and forties are strong and strong, all of them are high school students aged seventeen or eighteen.

One by one glared, staring at the man stubbornly.

The dragon country man who was showing off and got their goddess!

"coach!"

Everyone looked at the coach.

"Tono-kun, are you serious?"

Yamamoto Ichiro had deep eyes, gritted his teeth, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

This kind of provocation is no longer a pure relationship between men and women, but hatred of the country and family, and national self-esteem.

He's on fire!

"Of course!"

"Including you!"

Makoto Higashino gently pushed Xiaoran away from his side.

Welcome to the battle!

……

"Are you training again?"

At this moment, the short-haired girl in the sailor suit happened to pass by the Karate Club.

She stopped and listened curiously for a while.

"It looks like you're working hard!"

"It seems that it was correct to hand over the position of the main general to Maori!"

Hearing the fierce battle inside, Tsukamoto Sumi, the former general, smiled with relief.

boom!

At this moment, the Japanese-style wooden door suddenly burst.

A figure flew out and fell heavily on the ground.

"This, this is..."

Tsukamoto Sumimi looked down, and the whole person was dumbfounded.

Ichiro Yamamoto!

The coach of the karate club, the only [*]th dan black belt master at Didan High School, and also the teacher of her and Mao Lilan, the two-generation generals.

At this time, he was lying on the ground like a dead dog, motionless, apparently unconscious.

The door was broken, and the whole situation of the karate club was displayed in front of her.

The ground is full of people lying all over the place.

Some screamed in pain, some fainted.

The huge karate club, number [*] or [*], at this time, apart from Mao Lilan and a strange man, no one could still stand.

"gross profit?"