Top Student Don’t Need Superpowers

The vicissitudes of face, the middle-aged uncle looked over, silently raised the wine gourd in his hand, and continued to drink.

Miyamoto Musashi founded the two-day first class, rather than the so-called "second sword style". Japanese military commanders in the Warring States period generally carried two knives. The long sword is generally a swordsman, and the short sword is a wakasatsu. Almost everyone is a second sword. One thing to mention is that the dagger is a spare weapon and a symbol of status. Ordinary ronin can only wear a knife, not a tool specially used for abdominal incision.

"calm."

"Don't panic."

"I obviously slept in a hot spring hotel just now, and I woke up in such a strange place..."

Naoki Asakawa pinched himself silently, without the slightest pain, he already had a guess in his heart: "Sure enough, you have entered the dreamland again?"

"So many historical military commanders and celebrities should be the dreamland created by Sanjiu..."

Naoki Asakawa thought about it while observing the other existence in the hall. Many people wore armors and helmets with a variety of shapes, such as a crescent moon on the helmet, which is probably the prototype of the Sailor Moon. Someone has a pair of horns on their armor, which looks a bit like the original Ultraman...

When he glanced over the figure in the corner, Naoki Asakawa suddenly shook his hand and almost didn't lift the table in front of him.

Wearing a purple gold crown with three-pronged hair, a Xichuan red brocade robe on his body, a beast-face swallowed head armor, holding a Fangtian painted halberd surrounded by thunder and lightning, and red flames burning in his eyes.

your sister!This guy is clearly the ghost god Lu Bu!

I like the warring States generals. There is no ghost god Lu Bu in the Japanese Warring States period. This is clearly Dynasty Warriors!

Naoki Asakawa couldn't help taking a breath, even though he knew it was just a dream, he was still a little panic.

In the last dream of survival on campus, the fool in May almost summoned Ke Zong Fa Tang. In other words, these existences in front of them are probably not mere appearances, but real ghosts and gods!In reality, a single knife can cut a hundred miscellaneous soldiers!

"Let's wait and see the changes temporarily."

After Naoki Asakawa scanned, he couldn't see any of the five sisters. He was not in a hurry. He sat quietly behind the table. It would be best if he could sit securely until the end of the dream.

At this time, the corner of Naoki Asakawa's eyes suddenly caught a glimpse of Hattori Hanzo who was sitting next to him, raising the wine glass on the table, and suddenly became interested.

This Hattori Hanzo who covered his face tighter than Kakashi, what would it look like under the black mask?

Faceless man?

The plain face of a ninja?

Or the beautiful girl in Koihime Musou who pretends to be a man?

Naruto and Erzhu couldn't keep up with the ramen when eating Yile ramen, so they didn't miss the opportunity.

It seemed that he was aware of Asakawa's gaze, Hattori Hanzo turned his head and looked over, but did not speak, nor flashed over to give Asakawa Naoki's back stab, but silently stretched out his hand and pulled the mask down on his face.

Naoki Asakawa lifted his spirits and looked carefully, and then his whole body became ill.

As Hattori Hanzo raised his head, the black mask on his face suddenly cracked, and he drank the wine directly!From a distance, it looks like a black slit woman, instantly transformed from a martial arts conference into a supernatural and terrifying style!

Naoki Asakawa silently retracted his gaze, completely not wanting to see how Hattori Hanzo, who suddenly became a rift girl, eats.

Suddenly the joy of silk and bamboo sounded. A woman wearing a kimono with pale face, shaved eyebrows and black teeth came in from behind the main hall. This attire was quite popular during the Warring States Period in Japan and was not abolished until the Meiji Restoration. In the past, it was a beautiful and dignified aristocratic attire, but today, it is inevitable that people will not be able to accept it. If someone dresses up like this ghost and goes out into the street at night, they will be questioned 100% by the police.

Behind the woman, a group of dancers wearing red and white fringed sleeves walked to the center of the hall and began to dance.

Naoki Asakawa's eyes narrowed slightly, and suddenly he saw a husky among the dancers...no, it was a Sanjiu.

The reason is definitely Sanjiu, because the earphones on the neck are not taken off!Sure enough, the headset is the main body, and under the influence of the twisting power of dreams, no one can find anomalies at all!

When I went out to buy things, I said that I would travel back to the Warring States to become a military commander. As a result, the identity I arranged for myself in my dream was just the lowest-level dancer!

The dances performed by these dancers are Kagura dances used for worship and prayer. Sanjiu is mixed in them, dressed in red and white witch costumes, holding Kagura bells and fans in their hands, and wearing a golden crown on their heads, unexpectedly cute and cute.

It's a pity that it is Mr. Nan Guo who is full of numbers.

The limbs are stiff, the eyes are flustered, and the movements are awkward. If Naoki Asakawa is the teacher of the judges, at most one point is given to friendship.

"It's a pity that there is no mobile phone in the dream, otherwise you must take it and collect it."

Asakawa Naoki had just finished making complaints in his heart, Mikaku mixed his left foot with his right foot, and fell to the ground with a puff.

"..."

There was a sudden silence in the hall.

The dancers who were dancing with Sanjiu just now slipped away and disappeared, leaving only the bonfire crackling.

In the dream, only Naoki Asakawa could keep his memory awake. The five fools of the Nakano family would only be immersed in it, taking the dream as reality. At this moment, facing the gaze of the warring states generals and the ghost god Lu Bu, Sanjiu’s pretty face was pale and sat Trembling on the ground.

At the next moment, San Jiu suddenly opened his eyes wide, and his eyes lit up suddenly.

"Oops, I was found..."

Naoki Asakawa hurriedly winked at Mikaku, but he was a step slower.

"Frivolous Asakawa!!"

The girl's surprise shouts suddenly sounded in the hall.

"stare--"

Everyone in the hall looked at Asakawa Naoki suddenly, and the depressed atmosphere even made the burning bonfire quietly frozen.

Pig teammate.

Proper pig teammate!

Whether it's in a police movie or a horror movie, your shouting will only make your teammates spit blood and die!

"call……"

Naoki Asakawa took a breath, calmly, and waited.

A few seconds later, I heard a deep and serious voice.

"...Why is your painting style different from ours?"

Chapter 412 Sanjiu Feels Great

"...Different style?"

Naoki Asakawa silently looked at Lu Fengxian with a red light in his eyes, Fang Tian painted a halberd with thunder and lightning, you, the ghost and god Lu Bu among the generals of the Warring States, when you complain about other people's style of painting, take a look at your own style of painting!

But then again, Naoki Asakawa's current style of painting is indeed a bit unsuitable.

The others are all warring states generals, only he is wearing a student uniform, not even the Husky who has been mixed into the wolf pack, it is as conspicuous as the only bald head in the crowd.

"I'm sorry if the style doesn't match."