After finding a quiet place, Mr. Bantian began to take inventory of his equipment.

A set of weights, a racket, and an expensive but not fancy lunch.

After putting the weight-bearing equipment on his body, Hata Souji clearly felt the difference in this weight-bearing training equipment. If nothing else, just wearing it was much more comfortable than ordinary equipment, and the size seemed to be completely customized to him.

It is made for the body and does not affect your activities at all.

This reminded Soji Hatada of the test he took when he first entered the training camp, as well as the measurement of his body data.

"I guess it was made overnight and sent here."

After looking at the training device on his wrist, Soji Hata sighed.

Professionalism is sometimes closely related to money.

I don’t know if grandpa paid training fees for this training camp. If he did, Soji Hata couldn’t imagine how much talent it would take to build a pair of weight-bearing training equipment specially for himself.

However, what Soji Hata didn't know was that among the sponsors of this training, there was a sponsor called the Atobe Foundation.

...

Compared to this set of training equipment, the racket in the hands of Souji Hatada is a bit ordinary.

Heavy! Heavy! Heavy and heavy!

With his arm muscles bulging, Hata Souji raised the pitch-black racket in his hand with great difficulty.

If you cannot control the force of such a racket, you will accidentally strain the muscles in your arms or even your waist and back. More importantly, there are only two racket strings on this racket, one horizontal and one vertical, forming a string in the center of the racket.

A small cross.

This extreme contrast gives this racket an extremely contradictory charm. If you insist on saying it, it is probably a coincidence.

He swung the racket with common sense, but almost lost control of his body. Souji Hatada quickly changed his feet, shifted his center of gravity in an instant, and stabilized his body.

But even so, the way he looked at this racket was full of surprise.

This racket is a bit interesting. I’ll look back and see if I can go out and customize a few pairs. Of course I want Kintaro and the others to try the good stuff.

At this moment, Toyama Kintaro and others, who were undergoing the 'Deep Water' training at Yamabuki Academy, all shuddered.

I feel like I'm being targeted by something bad.

That guy from the minister must be plotting against us again!

Everyone in Shanchui was thinking to each other tacitly, their eyes full of resentment.

"What do you think the minister is doing now?"

"I don't know. After leaving behind a bunch of torturous training, he disappeared without saying a word."

"Perhaps the minister is enjoying some hot and spicy food by himself right now."

"Why can't it be more rigorous secret training?"

Whoosh!

Three eyes immediately focused on Juji Muromachi who was destroying the rhythm formation.

Muromachi was a little uncomfortable being looked at by Minami Kentaro and the other three men for the tenth time, and he said awkwardly: "I, I really don't think the minister is that kind of person."

Looking at this unfortunate child, Minami Kentaro and others shook their heads helplessly.

Doesn't this guy know what it means to complain and vent? It's rare that the minister is not here, so he can't even murmur a few words. Does he think the training is not hard enough?

"Nan, Dongfang, Kita, you are too slow."

A gentle but powerful voice sounded from behind Kentaro Minami.

"Yes! Accompany me!"

Kentaro Minami and others reluctantly started to speed up, but what they were thinking in their hearts was: The minister must be training in secret now, and he definitely won't be eating anything delicious!

In this they are confident.

...

"Well, this sausage is really delicious. Shouldn't it be called sausage?"

After eating two sausages, Hata Souji fully realized the joy of meat exploding in his mouth.

As for the water next to it, although the packaging sounds expensive, Mr. Hata always feels that it is not as delicious as the well water in the morning.

It took less than five minutes. After Souji Hatada finished lunch, he put the racket on his shoulder and started picking up firewood.

After Soji Hatada collected six bundles of firewood, he once again walked to Mifune Irido, who was sleeping in a very wild posture.

How to wake him up this time?

Hatada Souji felt that this was an important aspect of his identity that was worth looking forward to, but the materials were limited and he didn’t have many clever ideas in this area, so...

"Wow~"

"Kid!!!!"

A furious roar sounded.

Looking at the angry-eyed Mifune, Souji Hata smiled lightly and said, "The firewood has been picked up."

Mifune Irido seriously suspected that Soji Hata did it on purpose. As soon as the cool well water was poured on him, even he, the anger that had just risen subconsciously dropped!

"Hmph! Boil the water! I want to take a bath!"

Irido Mifune sat up cross-legged with his hands on his shoulders, and said in a condescending manner, while his eyes were secretly observing the expression of Souji Hatada.

I originally thought that Hata Souji would find it ridiculous or feel humiliated and get angry, but in the end, Hata Souji nodded in agreement.

"Well, as expected, you also know that you really need to take a good bath."

That sensible tone and smile made Mifune feel very aggrieved.

Why does this kid feel like he is speaking with a knife?

Still hiding a knife behind a smile!

Mifune Irido suppressed his twitching brows, and the veins on his thick arms were beginning to loom!

For a long time, as if he had been provoked, Mifune looked deeply at the smiling Hata Souji with a faint tone.

"Kid, you are very talented."

Mr. Hatada responded with a smile.

"Excuse me, how much water do you need to sterilize?"

...

Hatada Souji didn't say anything about Mifune Irdō's ​​behavior of stewing him in an iron pot. However, Mifune Irōji took out soaps and shampoos that looked very luxurious at first sight, which made Soji Hata look slightly sideways.

Sure enough, even though this training camp is located deep in the mountains and old forests, the quality of life is definitely not bad.

Mifune's life is probably due to his rough life, and he is probably a single man.

...

After taking a bath, Mifune regained his energy and stared at Hatada Souji with a majestic look.

"Kid, do you know where this place is?"

Soji Hata thought for a moment and said, "The back of the training camp?"

...

"It's hell!"

Mifune's eyes glared! Don't be angry and be proud! His tone is sarcastic!

"It's a hell for losers!"

"profound."

...

The "soft" reaction of Souji Hatada really made Mifune Iridou very uncomfortable. In the past years, all the people who came here had strong unwillingness in their eyes. They could train hard with a little stimulation, but Mifune Iridou, who was so stubborn, felt that Bantian

On the contrary, the director-general seems to be a bit reluctant.

Sure enough, transfer students are the most annoying!

In fact, what Mifune Irido didn't know was that Souji Hata was originally thinking about saying, 'Did you become like this because you failed too many times?'

"If people become like this, then this hell will be truly terrifying."

Words like that.

Fortunately, Mifune stopped talking nonsense and said directly: "You, go over there and swing five hundred times!"

"good."

The joy was mixed with a tone of slight complaint, as if he was blaming Mifune for talking so much nonsense before entering the road, but there was also a trace of regret on his face. What was he regretting?

This made Mifune become suspicious again.

Why doesn't this guy play his cards according to the rules?

Then he cast his eyes aside and looked at Souji Hatada, who was swinging the racket meticulously. Although his movements were slow, the expression on his face was extremely determined. Mifune Irido felt that this guy was not someone who just waited to die.

So what happened to him just now? Is it just that he just... likes to quarrel with me?
Chapter completed!