Please, Do Tell

"What are you two doing?" Eriri Spencer Sawamura was sitting next to Utaha, so she could obviously tell what they were doing.

"It's just sending a text message to a friend. Do you really want to check my phone, Eriri Spencer Sawamura?" Utaha smiled and held up her phone, as if she really wanted to let someone check it.

Eriri Spencer Sawamura immediately denied it. "I'm not interested in your phone. I was just asking casually."

"Eriri Spencer Sawamura, who says one thing but means another, is so cute." Utaha's old habit kicked in again, her smile flippant.

Eriri Spencer Sawamura blushed instantly, but before she could even breathe on her face, Sawamura Sayuri in the passenger seat chimed in with a laugh, "So you think so too? I've thought Eriri Spencer Sawamura was especially cute in that regard for a long time."

"Mother!"

Eriri Spencer Sawamura became even more embarrassed. How could her mother help an outsider flirt with her?

No, my senior isn't an outsider.

No, at this point, I shouldn't call her "senior sister," I should call her "Fatty Xia"!

Eriri Spencer Sawamura's interruption immediately brightened the atmosphere in the car.

Only Mrs. Yukinoshita did not participate in the conversation.

This Toyota 6-seater SUV is a car that she rarely uses in her garage. Today, because everyone is out having fun, she finally brought out this car that she hasn't driven in a long time.

She had originally thought that if everyone went out together like this often in the future, her car would come in handy.

But as Sawamura Sayuri joined the girls' conversation, and even turned around and leaned her head towards the back seat, Mrs. Yukinoshita's attention was immediately diverted.

My best friend accidentally bumped her right leg against the bag under the car seat.

Perhaps it was because my best friend was careless, the zipper on the bag wasn't fully closed, leaving a small gap.

Mrs. Yukinoshita happened to notice the bag out of the corner of her eye.

Through the gap, she could vaguely see a strip of black lace...

This style, this design.

Are those Sayuri's underwear?

Mrs. Yukinoshita suddenly remembered that when the two of them went to take a bath together before, the other person's underwear was the same style.

So here's the question.

Everyone's just out to play tennis today, so why did Sayuri bring an extra pair of underwear?

Etc!

Did they leave just to buy juice for everyone?

Mrs. Yukinoshita thought about it more and more and it seemed very possible.

My best friend is a total philanderer!

The other person is not only good at this, but also seems particularly prone to getting carried away.

In short: Addicted to stealing.

If the truth is indeed as she thinks, then does her earlier statement, "Liars will swallow a thousand needles," perhaps have another meaning...?

Mrs. Yukinoshita frowned. "I really have to control you, Sayuri!"

She had originally planned for everyone to go home after dinner, but now she's changed her mind.

Ten minutes later, the two cars arrived at the boxing gym almost simultaneously.

Fushimi Makoto and his entourage got out of the car one after another, casually looking around at the rather large boxing gym in front of them.

But once inside, everyone realized that although the gym was quite large, there were only about ten students. Some of them, like Basong, had tanned skin and looked like they were from Thailand.

This means that the boxing gym's business is indeed very bad, and it hasn't been able to recruit many locals.

The members of the boxing gym were initially curious and surprised by the beauty of Yukino and the others when they saw strangers visiting. However, when their gazes fell on Fushimi Makoto, their expressions changed.

"Fushimi Makoto? The Tokyo Sword Saint?"

"Is he the expert who took on seven opponents single-handedly?"

"I remember the headmaster saying before that he was good at karate?"

"No, I've seen his news videos online; his footwork is more like boxing."

Fushimi Makoto appeared, the group of young men immediately forgot about the beautiful women and stared at him intently.

It's clear that Basong must have told them about Fushimi Makoto beforehand, which is why they're so excited now.

"Would you like to warm up first? Or should I get you some protective gear?" Basong asked Fushimi Makoto directly.

"No need, let's start right away." Fushimi Makoto shook his head.

"Are you sure?" Basong still had that same arrogant air about him. "Fushimi Makoto, while I admire your skills, according to the rules of Muay Thai, once you step into the ring, you're at risk of injury."

Fushimi Makoto retorted in a strange tone, "Shouldn't we be going into battle with the determination to die?"

Basong was stunned for a moment, seemingly not expecting a high school student to be even more arrogant than himself.

His expression changed, and he turned to look at Mrs. Yukinoshita and the others. "You should be his elders, right? He doesn't even want protective gear, are you sure this is okay?"

"He's far stronger than you think." The one who answered was Yukino.

Mrs. Yukinoshita and Sawamura Sayuri looked slightly surprised, then said calmly, "That's how it is."

"Let's get started." Fushimi Makoto gestured for them to begin.

Basong clenched his fists expressionlessly, adopting a Muay Thai stance.

Now that things have come to this, he will not remind the other party anymore.

He decided to postpone "improving the gym's reputation" for now; his first priority was to teach this young man a lesson.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Basong's powerful body suddenly charged towards Fushimi Makoto.

He was very fast, and his muscular physique was extremely impactful.

But that's about all the impression he left on everyone.

Because the moment Basong Fushimi Makoto, everyone saw the latter slowly raise his right arm.

The next second, accompanied by a dull thud, Basong's elbow strike was easily blocked by Fushimi Makoto's left hand, while his raised right arm grabbed the other's collar at the same time, the movement like throwing a javelin, grabbing the tall Basong and throwing him away.

Everyone stared in astonishment at the figure flying backward through the air, and before they could react, Fushimi Makoto up and easily caught up with Basong, who had flown away.

The speed at that moment was terrifying, like a cheetah chasing an antelope.

He raised his hand again, clenched his fist, and swung it.

A punch landed squarely on Basong's abdomen, leaving him defenseless.

Everyone stared in astonishment at the scene until Basong crashed to the ground with a thud, overturning the tables and chairs in the boxing gym. Wood chips and broken chair legs flew everywhere. Basong's strong body lay amidst the wood chips, his face contorted in pain as he tried to prop himself up with his hands, seemingly struggling to get up, but he couldn't do it no matter what.

The spot where he had just been Fushimi Makoto was dented, and anyone could see that he must have broken several ribs. Even his mouth was gushing crimson blood, which dripped onto the floor, which was now riddled with cracks.

Fushimi Makoto clasped his hands together, met the astonished gazes of the crowd, and softly said, "Sawadee ka."

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then remained silent for quite some time.

Eriri Spencer Sawamura's breathing quickened, her face flushed with excitement, and her eyes burned with passion.

She seemed too excited to react, and in the end, she could only inexplicably swing her little fist in the air.

At that moment, she finally understood why so many people enjoy watching superhero movies.

Because it's really impactful!

The kind that goes straight to the heart.

She almost blurted out, "He's so handsome!"

Two seconds later, she realized how embarrassing she was, and quickly glanced at the others around her, only to find that everyone else was reacting similarly.

Utaha's eyes were even more fervent than hers, as if she wanted to devour Fushimi Makoto whole.

Yukino was slightly better, but her slightly rapid breathing showed that she was also surprised.

Huh?

Why are Mom and Aunt Yukinoshita looking at me like that?

Eriri Spencer Sawamura stood there, stunned, feeling that something was wrong.

Sorry, I've been updating a bit late these past two days... I've just been too busy. I should be back to normal starting tomorrow.

Chapter 390 Please explain in detail

The entire boxing gym was silent for about three seconds before the group of students finally came to their senses. Their faces were as if they had seen a ghost, and they rushed anxiously towards Basong, who was lying on the ground.

"How are you, Curator?"

"Oh no, the curator has fainted!"

"That guy went too far. Wasn't it just a friendly spar?"

Amidst the chaotic murmur, Fushimi Makoto didn't look at the angry or fearful students, but instead turned to Yukino and the others, saying, "You can go back for dinner now."

Mrs. Yukinoshita was the first to smile, "Okay."

Honestly, what I just witnessed was so impactful that even my heart, which had been as calm as a lake for many years, was stirred up.

"Were you using karate just now?" Eriri Spencer Sawamura asked, her eyes shining, after her elders spoke up.

"I don't know karate." Fushimi Makoto seemed to be thinking. "If I had to say, it would be more appropriate to call it an ancient Chinese martial art."

"Huh? Is that so?" Eriri Spencer Sawamura believed it immediately.

Fushimi Makoto Yukino and the others' surprised gazes, Fushimi Makoto said in a pretentious tone, "The owner of this style of boxing not only defeated the strongest Breakwater Style Karate, but also won the championship in Southeast Asia's first free fighting competition in 1974. That's why I took the time to study it."

"Karate... does it have a style called Dansui-ryu?" Yukino raised an eyebrow in confusion, subconsciously pondering the question.

"No." Utaha, equally well-informed, gave a straightforward answer, "This guy is definitely talking nonsense again."

"But that aerial combo was really cool!" Eriri Spencer Sawamura couldn't help but blurt out what was on her mind.

The scene was like playing an action game, first throwing the person out, then using lightning speed to follow up and complete a combo attack.

If this were a game, the score would be incredibly high!

Eriri Spencer Sawamura thought excitedly.

"Damn it! This isn't a friendly spar!" A furious shout suddenly came from behind.

Fushimi Makoto turned his head and saw that the young men, whose skin was darker than Basong's, had stood up, their faces filled with anger.

"Is this farce going to continue?" Fushimi Makoto remained standing still.

"A farce? Is that what you think? We agreed on a friendly spar, but you went and attacked our teacher so viciously."

"You're being a bit humorous. I don't believe you didn't notice that his first elbow strike when he charged at you was one of the most lethal moves in Muay Thai."

Fushimi Makoto paused briefly, seemingly sighing, then shook his head and said, "It's just that he hasn't mastered the ruthlessness of this move."

The young men were immediately speechless.

They're not blind; of course they could see the vicious elbow strike from their teacher. Muay Thai sparring usually starts with kicks as a probe, while elbow strikes are only used when it's certain that a fierce attack is possible.

Moreover, once an elbow strike lands, it can cause massive damage, making this technique far removed from the realm of friendly sparring.

The middle-aged man who had spoken earlier also stepped forward. "Alright, let's call it a day. Since Mr. Basong has lost, you shouldn't act like you can't accept defeat, because that's shameful."

The young people remained silent, their anger and resentment undiminished.

Fushimi Makoto met their gazes and slowly said, "I don't want to continue this childish game. If you still want to fight, I'll probably get a little more serious."

The middle-aged man standing behind him froze, then laughed helplessly, "Isn't this just provoking them?"

"That's what the victor should say," Mrs. Yukinoshita said with a smile.

The middle-aged man grew increasingly helpless. "Never mind, if it's Fushimi-kun, it should be fine."

Just as he said, as soon as Fushimi Makoto finished speaking, several young men who could no longer contain their anger rushed over.

The fastest rusher had barely reached a step in front of Fushimi Makoto when, before he could even throw a punch, the sound of bones breaking suddenly rang out. Fushimi Makoto his face viciously, and whether it was his brow bone that cracked or something else, blood instantly bloomed in the air, and his body was thrown to the left.

Fushimi Makoto, without lowering his raised left arm, clenched his right fist and swung it swiftly to the left, striking the second person squarely in the chin.

The moment his chin was struck hard, the man closed his eyes and fell into a deep, infant-like sleep.