Chapter 188 I've seen everything and forbidden techniques
After many days, Aomori came to the place where the hero started again.
Compared to before, the camp is now in a decent shape, with offices, teaching and other high-rise buildings everywhere, 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 came to the gym after a while, standing at the door and looking inside.
Scanning for a week, he found Fubuki wearing platinum armor here.
She is lying on the mat, trying to raise her arms, doing bench presses.
Judging by her performance, she was actually better than many of the people present, which was a world of difference from when she first put on the armor.
"Not bad, not bad, it seems that I have worked hard, and my painstaking efforts have not been wasted."
After watching for a while, Aomori quietly left, just as he quietly came.
No one, including Fubuki, could find Aomori.
In the tightly wrapped armor, beads of sweat leaked from the tip of Fuxue's nose, his chest unceasingly rose and fell, breathing rhythmically, his arms trembled slightly, but he still pushed up firmly until his arms were straight.
"50! Ironclad Warrior, you did a good job." Beside her was the locust instructor.
Because Fubuki 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 Fubuki's growth, and he admires her resilience.
It’s just that she doesn’t know why she wears a suit of armor to make things more difficult for herself. The locust instructor asked her to take off the armor several times for physical training, but Fuyuki flatly refused.
However, Instructor Locust is convinced 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 break, Fubuki proposed to continue exercising.
"Take a break, too fast exercise will be harmful to your body."
"Yes." Fuxue thought for a while, then nodded.
"In two days, I will recommend you to Class C. You are already qualified in terms of physical fitness. When you go there, you must continue to work hard and don't embarrass me." After speaking, the locust instructor deliberately put on a straight face.
"Class C?" A gleam of joy rose in Fuxue's heart. After so many days of hard work finally paid off, she immediately raised her voice, "Thank you instructor! I will definitely continue to work hard!"
"Okay. Rest for another ten minutes and start a new set of exercise."
"yes!"
After finishing the afternoon classes, Fubuki dragged his tired body and went to the cafeteria to pack the meals, and returned to his room with ease.
As soon as she entered this private space exclusively for herself, Fubuki no longer had to hold on any longer. She quickly took off the heavy armor on her body, revealing the cool vest and **** inside.
Wearing impermeable 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? ! '
Fubuki threw Jillan without even thinking about it.
However, the imaginary powerful storm did not appear. She turned her head in surprise and saw Aomori smiling.
"Teacher?!" Fubuki was taken aback.
‘Hey, what’s going on? 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's 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, Fubuki had already made up a hundred episodes of sitcoms in her mind. Her cheeks gradually flushed, her eyes blurred, and she couldn't help rubbing her legs lightly.
Seeing that the cart was about to drive towards the point of no return on National Highway 404, Aomori quickly stopped it loudly: "Fubuki!"
"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, and shyly covered her chest with one hand and leggings with the other, and ran into the bathroom as if fleeing for her life.
After closing the door, Fuxue covered her face with her hands, and whispered inaudibly: "I really want to die, I have no face to face people"
Outside the door, Aomori, who was sitting on the sofa, was also speechless.
Who would have thought that Fuxue, a girl with such low vigilance, would not even be able to detect her existence without hiding her existence.
Both he and Aomori could swear to God that what happened just now was purely accidental, and he only had teacher-student affection for Fubuki, and he had no other unreasonable thoughts.
But there is one thing to say, Fubuki's figure is really good, and she is quite eye-catching.
Fubuki went into the bathroom and there was no movement. Aomori looked around, stood up, and said to her in a steady tone: "I'm hungry, I will go find something to eat first, and I will come to you later."
After finishing speaking, he opened the door and left the dormitory, and made it louder on purpose when he closed the door.
After hearing Aomori's words and the sound of closing the door, Fubuki was freed from the autistic state. She gently opened the bathroom door and looked out with her head, but she did not see Aomori's figure.
"Is the teacher leaving on purpose so that I can feel more comfortable? 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 then changed into her pajamas.
Looking at herself in the mirror with short hair, Fubuki couldn't help feeling a little regretful.
"If I knew it earlier, I wouldn't be impulsive, so there is no femininity at all."
Originally wanted to put on makeup for herself, but remembering Aomori's rejection of makeup before, she had no choice but to give up. She sprayed some perfume and put on a mask for herself.
In a hurry, she chose to apply a mask while eating.
After finally taking care of everything, lying on the sofa and taking a few breaths, the doorbell rang.
"So fast?" Fuxue took a deep breath, managed her facial expressions well, and then opened the dormitory door.
Outside the door is naturally Aomori.
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." Fuuxue had an impeccable respectful expression on her face, and her voice was steady without any ups and downs.
As if this was their first meeting today, 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 was doing it for a second-rate purpose like Share Fazhi, and said in accordance with Aomori's words.
"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 the speech of the steel straight man in Aomori. She stomped her feet and snorted softly, "What about you, teacher, what do you think of my hairstyle?"
"It doesn't matter what it is, the front and rear shapes are all average, 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?!" Fubuki caught this key word, woke up instantly, took the big bag expectantly, and said joyfully, "It's quite heavy, can I open it?"
"certainly."
"Okay, let me see." Fuxue 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 is a rubber ball made of special rubber. Although it is ordinary, it can actually help you practice."
‘What 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 for 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 **** filled with water in the bag. Your first task is to use your super power to break the rubber **** 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 her 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 as if nothing had happened.
Changed into 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 in sequence, you will learn a super powerful forbidden technique."
"Forbidden Art?!" It sounded very powerful, Fubuki opened his mouth and looked 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."
"You should think about the secrets slowly. If you really can't figure it out, you can ask me."
"I will definitely figure out the trick by myself!" How can I easily admit my incompetence in front of the teacher?
'I don't want to be looked down upon or something! ’ 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."
"I will paint myself when I return to the dormitory, and it's not a big deal."
"No, it's often the little things that are overlooked that can 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 chairman, 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 use too much force, I'm afraid of pain."
"Okay, it's over."
"Huh?" 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 bit is now warm and comfortable." Fubuki exclaimed in wonder, and asked again: "Teacher, how did you do it?"
"Unique technique."
In fact, it’s just a little faster hand speed, and lightly hit the corresponding part with [Blasting Heart Liberation Fist], quickly eliminating 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 Bangu's secret medicinal wine can effectively reduce swelling. It will be much better when you use it for 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."
Send Aomori out of the door, and after closing the door, Fubuki looked at the medicinal wine in his hand, with a charming smile on his face unconsciously.
"Isn't this very good at giving gifts?"
(end of this chapter)