Chapter 44: Play

"What are you doing here?" Miyase Yaeko asked.

Qingshan Li sheathed his sword: "Playing."

"Playing?"

"Infiltrating the Kendo Club, dedicating myself to the Student Council."

"Is it fun?" Miyase Yaeko asked with a smile.

Qingshan Li didn't know what she meant.

"I'm sorry, it's all my fault." He bowed in apology, "Aizawa, as my senior in kendo, was teaching me how to hold the sword; I was just too excited."

Miyase Yaeko looked at the Kendo Club President: "I'll let you off this time."

Qingshan Li, head bowed, heard her say again: "It's not because of you, Qingshan."

"My deepest thanks!" Amid the seeing-off of all Kendo Club members, Miyase Yaeko led the Student Council group away.

It was just like a chicken caught by a butcher, spared because a child said, "This chicken is so cute."

"It's fine." Someone who seemed to be the vice president said, "The clubs currently being banned are all improper ones; our Kendo Club, as long as we take activities seriously, will definitely be fine."

The Kendo Club President scanned all directions: "Recently, all of you must buck up. If anyone causes the Kendo Club's reputation to decline, I will settle it with a real sword!"

"Yes!"

After lecturing his subordinates, the Kendo Club President looked at Qingshan Li.

"Senior, sorry, it was me"

Before Qingshan Li could finish.

"Qing Shan Jun!" The President's face bloomed with a smile, "Welcome to join us!"

". No, it is my honor."

Learning kendo really makes one dirty.

Qingshan Li sat cross-legged at the edge of the dojo, observing the kendo training.

"Rei!" the Kendo Club President said.

The members in pairs advanced three steps toward each other, drew the bamboo swords from their waists, and squatted as if sitting in place.

"Clap!" Sword tips collided, the crisp sound of bamboo echoing in the empty dojo.

This is 'Seiza'; whether in practice or competition, kendo begins with this movement.

After everyone stood up, the Kendo Club President took a deep breath and roared, "Practice, begin!"

"Yaaaaaaaaah!"

Qingshan Li subconsciously leaned back slightly, furrowing his brow, as if the balloon in his hand had suddenly exploded before his eyes.

"Men! Yaaaaaaah!"

A group of people turned into beasts.

【National Competition: 19%】

——System, correction: Change 'National Competition' to 'Kendo Gyokuryuki'

【Corrected】

【Kendo Gyokuryuki: 1%, 2%, 3%19%, 20%25%】

After all, it still needs to be as detailed as 【Campus Mystery, Main Ability is Beauty】, with more precise requirements, and then targeted material collection.

He is now a member of the Kendo Club, making collecting kendo materials more convenient.

【Kendo Gyokuryuki: 28%】

After the materials stopped rising, Qingshan Li took his leave and departed.

He took the bamboo sword with him, and the Kendo Club President pretended not to see.

Saturday afternoon, the campus was quiet and distant; the Noise Three Musketeers—the Brass Band Club, Baseball Club, and Cheerleading Club—even their voices seemed to carry a hint of "the surroundings are very quiet, we will also try to restrain ourselves."

Qingshan Li walked along the corridor toward the Teaching Building; his indoor shoes were still there.

He recalled the Kendo Club's practice.

Kihon practice, basic practice, skill practice, uchikomi practice, two-person free practice—the basic flow of kendo is probably just these; more training content beyond this belongs to the advanced level.

Recalling, he couldn't help but feel an itch in his hands.

He looked left and right; no one was there, so he put down his bookbag and took out the bamboo sword from the kendo bag.

In kendo, bamboo swords are divided into three sizes: junior high, high school, and above.

Qingshan Li used the high school size, three shaku eight sun.

His hand slowly stroked the bamboo shaft, then he held the sword and assumed a pose.

Shake off the chuunibyou heart, get serious—no, that's wrong; for martial arts, an appropriate amount of chuunibyou heart is better.

Qingshan Li imagined a kendo assassin appearing before him, coming to take his life.

His skin tightened, his breathing became more hurried yet quieter.

The assassin slowly drew his longsword; when the sword was almost fully out of the scabbard, the movement suddenly accelerated, swift as lightning.

Sword light flashed, and Qingshan Li seemed to hear a piercing sound.

He hurriedly dodged and thrust toward the assassin from the right side.

Wrong, too slow.

Qingshan Li withdrew his hand, held the sword again, and assumed a pose.

The assassin reappeared; this time he directly used an iaido slash, the blade so fast it attracted all his attention. Before he could come to his senses, the assassin who had been in the distance just now was already before his eyes.

Raise the sword to block

Still wrong.

After trying several times in a row, Qingshan Li still couldn't find the correct way to respond.

Don't overthink it. Using a Kendo Club move, he stood with his sword drawn, motionless for a long time.

The assassin dared not act rashly, probing slowly, and at one point even wore a suspicious, grave expression.

Qingshan Li mustered all his strength and slashed at the assassin's face.

"Thud!" "Thud!" "Thud!"

One step, one sword.

The sound of footsteps striking the ground penetrated the entire corridor.

Right, left, right, left.

Advancing while attacking right and left.

Brutal, yet not lacking beauty, the speed grew faster and faster.

Kill!

The assassin was split in two!

Just then, a voice suddenly came.

"What are you doing?" Two girls holding instruments stood outside the corridor looking at him, fear in their eyes.

They seemed to be Brass Band Club members practicing in this deserted place.

"Nothing, just playing around." Qingshan Li put away his sword.

Calmly putting away his sword, he picked up his bookbag and continued walking toward the teaching building at a leisurely pace.

The sun was too strong, his face a little red.

Hurry back and make time to read mystery novels.

Changing into his own shoes at the shoe cabinet, he also stuffed the several love letters that had appeared this morning though they weren't there before, along with some snacks, into his bookbag.

He used to throw love letters away directly—throwing away love letters wasn't polite, but there was no other choice.

Now, he would take them back one by one to read, turning these love letters, those girlish affections, all into material!

On the way home, he used his mobile phone to look up publisher information.

More complicated than he imagined; writing a novel didn't mean immediate publication and manuscript fees.

For a newcomer like him, he could only submit to newcomer awards at major publishers, and any award had deadlines and winner lists, all requiring time.

Let alone receiving manuscript fees.

Could he give it directly to an editor?

Even if he gave it to an editor, he couldn't get money directly.

Besides robbing a bank, Qingshan Li really couldn't think of anything that could get him cash on the spot.

Writing what kind of novel—after all, borrowing money from Mikami Ai suited him better!

Wait, Mikami Ai

Not just Mikami Ai, but Miyase Yaeko too; if he handed the books to them to manage, he wouldn't need to enter any literary or mystery awards at all.

He could even get manuscript fees in advance.

But that would incur a debt of gratitude; Qingshan Li would rather be poor for a while longer.

Give them a larger share? Or simply sell the rights outright for some amount, make a small profit himself, and be satisfied with ten million?

Anyway, he didn't need that much money; after slightly improving his life, he could achieve financial freedom with his second book.

Then get rich with the third.

After that, he'd write things he was interested in, or books useful to the country and society's youth, making a solid contribution to the world.

In this world, how many people can say they've contributed to the whole world?

Qingshan Li withdrew his wandering thoughts and began seriously considering handing his first book to Mikami Ai or Miyase Yaeko to manage.

With the two of them, even if their families might have a publisher, even if not, they could set one up immediately.

Relying on their strength, Qingshan Li could save a lot of trouble, get money directly, and avoid exposing his identity.

Coming out of Kitasenju Station, Qingshan Li felt this method was worth a try.

Back home, the Ono Sisters were already studying.

"Don't disturb me, I'm reading." Qingshan Li took out a mystery book.

Ono Mizuki wanted to say something, but finally held back.

"If your monthly exam grades drop, you can't read anymore." Ono Mika said gently.

"Wait to buy me new shoes." Qingshan Li's gaze didn't leave the book.

He looked thoughtful, not rushing to ask for system guidance; something puzzled him.

【Name: Qingshan Li】

【Age: 16】

【Gender: Male】

【Strength: D】

【Speed: D】

【Stamina: C】

【Intelligence: B】

【Beauty: A】

【Specialty: Home E, Massage E, Reading E, Beauty E, Cooking E, Kendo E】

Additionally.

【Kendo Gyokuryuki: 30%】

Kendo, is it that easy?

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