I Teach Kendo in Tokyo

Chapter 192 That day, running towards the sunset, paying homage to the lost youth

Kiryuu Kazuma After eating the exquisite snacks, I still have more thoughts, and I threw a test paper in front of Kazuma.

"Let's do a little test first." The chairman said.

Kazuma picked up the pen, looked at the test paper, and found that it was Chinese, which was about half an hour to complete.

So Kazuma started directly.

Half an hour later, Kazuma handed the finished paper to the chairman with a solemn expression.

The chairman concentrating on corrections, Nanjo also leaned over, standing behind the chairman, stretching his neck and looking at the curly face.

Then Nanjo's expression quickly became serious.

The chairman quickly completed the correction and looked up at Kazuma: "You should have guessed the result, right?"

Kazuma nodded: "Yeah."

"It seems that the review I arranged for you to do every night, you did not take it seriously." The chairman said again.

As soon as Kazuma was about to argue a few sentences, the chairman shook his head and said: "This is also in my expectation. Instead, I have to reflect on whether I distrust you too much."

At this moment, Kazuma had no idea of ​​even arguing two sentences, and could only nod and say: "Sorry, I relaxed, I was negligent."

"I guess you still practice the harmonica every day," the chairman said again.

Kazuma hurriedly said: "Yes, I have practiced harmonica on the balcony of the hotel in the morning."

After all, it's fun to play more harmonicas, and Kazuma really likes the song where the stars are.

"Very well, then next week's national convention of the wind club should be fine. After all, your solo performance would have been okay if it was broken."

Kazuma: "I don't like to hear what you say, although I'm a good cook..."

"Sorry, this is my statement is too straightforward. Next, let's go to the rehabilitation of the Chinese language."

The chairperson easily blocked the refutation of Kazuma with soft words, and took the matter to the next study with a simple "rehabilitation".

Kazuma can only shrug and turn his attention to the review notebook made by the chairman himself.

Nanjo sat quietly next to Kazuma and took out the textbook from his bag.

Seeing the situation, Mei Jiazi quickly grabbed the other side of Kazuma.

The chairperson sits steadily across from Kazuma and has no intention of moving. Maybe she thinks it is cooler to be alone on the other side of the table.

After all, the house in Kazuma is relatively old and has no air conditioning.

The large floor-standing electric fan is already running at full power, but it is still difficult to counter the heat that is poured in from the open door of the dojo.

On the big cherry tree in the yard, there seemed to be tens of thousands of people lying on it. At this time, they were all screaming and screaming.

Even in such noisy, the sound of wind chimes hanging on the edge can still be clearly distinguished.

The crisp wind bells, and the white plum fragrance that keeps drifting from around, relieved the feeling of heat in Kazuma a little bit.

Chiyoko brought the barley tea and snacks from the refrigerator into the dojo, put the things on the table, then picked up the fan, and ran to the shady corner to enjoy the cool.

The Kiryu family is not rich, so there is just one big electric fan.

When Kazuma got home, it was almost three o'clock in the afternoon, and then they kept learning until the sunset.

Chiyoko didn't know when she just lay on the side of the wide edge, and fell asleep, the hem of the T-shirt tucked up and her belly exposed.

Suddenly, the sound of braking came from outside the courtyard.

Then came the harsh sound of tires rubbing against the ground.

The four people who were selling their heads raised their heads together and looked at the direction of the sound.

A Mao first appeared in the sight of everyone.

"Master, I'm back!"

"It's done?" Kazuma asked.

Before Amao could answer, the bald head of the vice minister appeared in the sight of everyone.

Kazuma couldn't hold back a laugh, and then all the girls couldn't hold back a laugh.

Kazuma is not that I have never seen a bald head, but the "marinated egg" of the deputy minister is a bit too uneven, forming a unique smile.

The burst of laughter even awakened Chiyoko. She got up suspiciously, pulled the hem of her clothes smoothly, and then her eyes fell on the vice minister's salted egg.

Chiyoko immediately laughed and slammed the floor.

The deputy minister scratched his head: "Is it so funny?"

Amao patted him on the shoulder: "You can actually develop into the direction of a comedy artist. This bald head is your exclusive laugh."

"Is that level? When I was in the barber shop, I didn't think it was so exaggerated when I looked in the mirror."

Kazuma: "You have been very successful in changing your image. I suggest you make your debut next semester."

Nanjo: "However, if the main feature is funny, the relationship should be over."

"Huh, will it?" Mikako asked suspiciously, "Isn't that good? I would rather play with funny boys. Kazuma is very funny."

"Me?" Kazuma thought for a while, didn't think I was funny in any way.

The chairman looked puzzled: "Why did you suddenly fall in love? No, please explain first, why is there an egg that was smashed by a hammer?"

Kazuma When they just came back, the chairperson hadn't woken up yet, so they didn't see the part before Amao took the people away.

The chairman's words caused a burst of laughter again.

"No, don't just laugh, tell me what's going on." The chairman looked helpless, then glanced at the head of the deputy minister, and laughed without holding back.

The vice minister touched his head: "As you do, I am beginning to regret that I shaved my head. As expected, it is better to dye my hair..."

"Now it's too late for you to regret it," Amao patted the deputy minister on the shoulder, "because you don't have any hair to dye, so give up."

"Maybe I can wait for the hair to grow out?"

"Believe me, your heartbroken feelings will be over at that time." Amao smiled with a successful strategy.

"Well, that's okay." The vice minister spread his hands together, "Well, kendo is over, and love is over. What else can I do this summer?"

Kazuma: "I think you should study, we are all candidates."

"First, in my opinion, I have completed the study trip before I officially enter the exam preparation sprint; second, I am not like you, I just want to take a college entrance exam to the best of my ability. insufficient."

After speaking, the vice minister looked at the sunset and said: "I decided to run towards the sunset and pay tribute to the lost youth."

Kazuma frowned, with an expression of "what the **** is this man talking about".

Other people's expressions are similar.

Then the group of them stared at a salted egg chanting words of inexplicable meaning, and rushed towards the setting sun.

Mikako: "Is the vice minister mad?"

"Who knows." Kazuma responded.

Chiyoko: "Did he leave his luggage at our house?"

Everyone noticed that the deputy minister's sports bag was lying on the side of the edge.

Kazuma: "Amao, ride a bike with his things, catch up with him and give it to him."

"Okay~www.readwn.com~Amao picked up the sports bag and the bamboo knife bag, and ran away on the bike.

After Amao left, the chairman cleared his throat.

"So, what the **** is going on? What's wrong with the deputy head of the Kendo Department, please explain to me."

Kazuma and others glanced at each other, tacitly selling it off.

After all, it feels that it is a rare thing for the chairman to ask them. If you don't make good use of it, you always feel at a loss.

"This," Kazuma pretends to be deep, "it's a long story."

Mikako: "This is about youth, summer, and..."

"And the story of running towards the sunset." Nanjo added the last sentence.

Chairman: "I understand, let's continue to study."

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(End of this chapter)