The next day, six o'clock in the morning.

Ejima Miao knocked on Kitagawa Che's door on time.

Before knocking on the door, she was mentally prepared that there would be no response.

After spending so much time with Kitagawa Che, she knew his schedule very well. Although he rarely overslept because of sleeping in, it was basically impossible to expect him to wake up at six o'clock. Plus, he didn't have the habit of setting an alarm clock.

It is really too difficult for him to get up at this point.

But to her surprise, three and one-third minutes after she knocked on the door, the door opened.

Pat.

With the sound of the wooden door being pushed open, Kitagawa Che's handsome and familiar face came into her eyes.

"Good morning."

Ejima Miao was stunned and spat out these three words.

Her beautiful eyes reflected the expression on Kitagawa Che's face.

Unlike what she had imagined, there was no sleepiness between his brows and eyes. On the contrary, except for the fatigue of just getting up, he looked very energetic at this time.

"Good morning." Kitagawa, who was wearing sportswear, met Ejima's appraising gaze. He thought she was wondering why he opened the door a little late, so he explained, "I took a little while to get dressed."

"Oh, it's okay."

Hearing this, Miao Eshima realized her gaffe, quickly shook her head, got out of the way, and led Kitagawa Che downstairs.

The master bedroom of this one-family building is on the second floor, opposite are the two secondary bedrooms separated by the corridor, and the two secondary bedrooms downstairs.

The two of them followed each other to the backyard.

"Let me talk about the training plan first."

Eshima took a deep breath once or twice, adjusted her mood a little, then raised her eyebrows, looked at Kitagawa Che, and introduced the teaching plan she designed last night.

Her expression gradually became serious, "Because Master, you only learn to fight for self-defense, so our ideas are very clear. One is to train physical fitness, which will be done step by step, and the other is to learn the most basic and most effective ones."

In addition to moves, we will focus more on simulating actual combat."

Kitagawa Teru nodded. Ejima Myo's idea was basically the same as what he expected, but he didn't quite understand what the simulated actual combat method was.

"Well, let me ask a question."

Kitagawa Che raised his hand in cooperation.

"Please speak."

"Teacher Miao, can you explain what simulated actual combat means?"

As for the issue of address, Kitagawa Teru has completely figured it out. Anyway, in this situation, he can't stop Eshima Myo, so since he can't stop it, he will join.

You call me young master, I call you teacher, let’s focus on each subject!

"That's the literal meaning." Ejima paused, "I will teach you basic techniques and power techniques, such as uppercuts, punches, etc., and then we will enter the sparring session.

Actual combat stage."

Kitagawa Teru remembers very clearly that in his memory, Eshima Myo's combat effectiveness was in a state of "???".

In the kendo club at her previous school, she was even better than the professional teachers and could defeat them easily.

The most outrageous thing is that she has great attainments in kendo and is also quite capable in other fighting and fighting sports. In the friendly exchange match of the karate club, she faced the masters from all over Tokyo under the premise of the ring system.

She took it down easily by herself.

Now, I have to practice sparring with her.

Hiss...

Kitagawa Che also knows that in these skills, the best way is to know the basics and then start getting beaten.

This is a very stupid method, but it does work.

When a person has made all the mistakes that can be made and remembered them, then he will know what is safe, and whatever he does in the future will be safe.

"Well, Miao, you will keep it, right?"

"That's for sure."

Ejima Miao nodded and gave an answer that made Kitagawa Che both reassured and worried.

*

An hour later.

In the living room, Kitagawa Che, who had taken a shower and was sitting on the sofa, stretched his sore shoulders and waist, and squeezed his tight thigh muscles.

His health is worse than he thought.

But it's normal to think about it, after all, the original Kitagawa Che never exercised.

Judging from the current situation, his body should feel uncomfortable in the next few days before he adapts to such a 'morning exercise'.

Compared to his embarrassment just now, Myo Eshima seemed to be much more calm, whether it was the warm-up aerobic exercise or the subsequent simulated actual combat.

Myo Ejima, who had also taken a shower, sat next to him.

Her short hair was not completely dried and was still a little damp.

"Shall I give you a massage?"

Ejima Miao asked in a low voice.

Kitagawa Che's performance just now was beyond her expectation. In the training just now, other people of the same age, regardless of gender, would have fallen down by now, but her young master just looked tired now.

Some.

During the actual sparring stage, his progress was also visible to the naked eye. In just twenty minutes, he had basically mastered when to retreat and when to fight back.

Even if he keeps his hand, the speed of his young master's progress is really shocking.

"Uh, please."

Kitagawa Cheru originally planned to refuse, but after thinking about the soreness in his muscles, he chose to accept Ejima Myo's kindness.

A white and tender hand rested on his shoulder.

The faint fragrance of her shower gel flooded into Kitagawa Che's nose.

After a few tentative presses, Ejima Miao seemed to have found the right strength and gently started massaging Kitagawa Che.

"Actually, your progress has been very fast. You are quite talented in this area."

While massaging Kitagawa Che, Myo Eshima whispered her opinion.

"It's wonderful that you keep it."

Kitagawa Che knew very well that Ejima Miao must have let the water go.

But...

His attention was slightly focused in front of him.

In the light blue learning panel, the level of the fighting skill has reached lv.3.

This may also mean that his previous unreasonable association is correct - when he learns from people who have already gained experience in a certain field, the speed of acquiring experience points for that skill will be greatly increased. If the other party is willing to teach patiently,

If so, the multiplier for obtaining experience points will also be increased.

According to this inference, his level is considered reasonable.

It’s not too high. In fact, Kitagawa Che can already imagine the effort that will follow.

The acquisition of all skills on the learning panel is in line with the saying "Everything is difficult at the beginning, but it will be even harder later".

Starting from scratch is the first difficulty. From now on, every level upgrade will take more time and more energy.

For example, his writing skills are basically stuck at lv.7 and cannot move.

During this period, he experimented.

As of today, he has not stopped training in writing skills, but his experience bar has not improved at all.

This also means that, currently, without corresponding opportunities, there will definitely be no way to improve the writing skill in a short period of time.

This also further supports the generalization that "everything is difficult at the beginning, and it will be even harder in the future".

"This has nothing to do with keeping your hands or not. Master, this is your talent." Ejima shook her head, and the work on her hands gradually slowed down. "You may feel a little itchy next, so don't move it."

"Okay."

After the words fell, Kitagawa Che didn't even have time to prepare mentally. Eshima Myo's slender fingers slid to his lower back, and started massaging gently through his short sleeves.

The sour and numb feeling came over instantly.

Kitagawa Che moved his body instinctively, but he quickly adjusted.

"Please bear with me."

The movement of Eshima Mya's hand stopped for a moment, and a cold voice came from behind Che Kitagawa, and the warm breath hit his neck, making him itch.

But before she could continue her action, Kitagawa Che's cell phone rang first.
To be continued...