I Teach Kendo in Tokyo

After the night fell, the teachers all went back to the office to rest, and the restless students began to take care of themselves.

Less than half an hour into the night, Kazuma was receding history, and suddenly a guy from the class next door rushed into the classroom of Class B of the third year and shouted: "Morino of Class A confessed to Oi of Class C!"

With this voice, the boys who had been preparing hard in the class were all mobilized. After a short silence, the boys rushed into the hallway while roaring.

Kazuma glanced at the chairperson and found that she had given up her plan to stop the boys at all, just watching the boys pouring out of the classroom and throwing all kinds of props on the ground.

"Is that okay?" Kazuma asked.

"Even if I stop it, it's useless, isn't it?" The chairman asked back, "Anyway, I can't finish preparing until the last minute and I'm still struggling to work hard. This is also the fixed development of cultural festival preparations.

"To be honest, I have experienced five cultural festivals from junior high school to the present, and I have never completed all the preparatory work properly. In the end, I have just driven the ducks to the shelves.

"I don't think the sixth time will be an exception."

Mei Jiazi complained: "Egg, you sound like an old man stinks!"

Kazuma noticed that the chairman's body was stiff, but he immediately returned to normal. The chairman calmly said: "Well, this is no way, after all, I am your mother."

"Did you directly recognize this setting?" Mei Jiazi continued to complain, "Then mom, I want to drink juice, give it to me!"

"Today the commissary is open until ten o'clock, so I can buy it myself," the chairman said.

Although the school is allowed to stay overnight tonight, it is forbidden to leave the school after nightfall. In order to meet the needs of the students, the commissary will extend its business hours. In the afternoon, Kazuma saw a small truck with the commissary replenishing the goods entering the school.

Mikako: "Sure enough, the response is the same as my mother! Especially this impatient tone!"

Kazuma just wanted to tease the chairperson with Mikako, Nanjo Honami entered the classroom surrounded by three people from the crafts club.

Because most of the people in the classroom went to watch the academy romance drama of the two classes A and C, at this time there were only a few of them in the whole classroom Kazuma.

"Chairman, how about the finished product?" The craftsman asked the chairman excitedly.

After all, she is the leader of the cultural festival activities in the class, and she needs to nod her head to achieve the results.

The chairman pushed his glasses, looked at Nanjo up and down carefully, and nodded: "Well, heroic, not bad."

At this time, Nanjo was dressed in ancient men's clothing, but not exactly men's clothing. The craftsmen added some designs that could reflect the physical signs of Nanjo women.

Nanjo in this suit, with a sword on the back of the hat, looks like a heroic heroine.

One of the girls from the Handicraft Club expressed her thoughts about her creation: "Nanjo-san is in such a good figure, even if she is purely men's clothing, she can easily tell that she is a woman as long as he tightens the belt and the like.

"We originally planned to directly follow the new seng group's clothing changes, but in the end we added some details that can highlight the female identity."

Nanjo was not listening to the commentary of the handicraft company at all, she watched Kazuma directly.

Kazuma gave her a thumbs up: "Very beautiful, very beautiful."

Mei Jiazi lay down on the table: "Lose!"

One of the girls in the handicraft club saw Mikako like this and immediately stepped forward: "We also made a suit for Fujii-san."

"Eh? Me? I'm not in your class? I want to work at the fried noodle stall in our class."

"It's okay, anyway, there is still material left, so I just made it easily."

"Is it made with the leftover scraps? Or is it easy? You say that I am even more depressed. I was born as a human, and I'm sorry!"

Meijiazi Tucao is full of firepower, and she also has a Guanxi accent. But she should be a native of Kanto, which sounds weird in Kansai dialect.

"Set up," the girl from the craft club was busy introducing her masterpiece, and the lazy Rimi Kako complained, "You are Miss Nanjo's maid, and the only person who knows the identity of the two sides. You watch the lady and the beloved one face each other with swords. , Anxious."

Mei Jiazi looked at the clothes on display: "Hey, doesn't it look good, it's for the convenience of wearing, so I specially made a fake kimono?"

Women’s kimonos are very troublesome to wear, so now Japan has “fake kimonos” whose main consideration is easy to wear. They just look like kimonos on the outside. In fact, the layers of materials and belts are sewn together. Wrap a suit on your body and click the button to finish it.

It's the same idea as the simple tie that doesn't need a bow tie.

However, the Japanese are a bit poor and demanding, and those "craftsmen" who rely on kimono handicraft for their meals will not allow this modern product to grab their jobs, so this new thing is quickly wiped out.

But in the field of costumes, this thing has been retained because of its convenience.

After all, when filming, it is very likely that a secondary character will have to change many sets of clothes a day to walk through the scene, and it is impossible to use formal kimonos that are difficult to wear.

Kazuma saw that Mikako was already eager to try, so she patted her on the shoulder: "You go and change it, no trouble."

"Well, since Kazuma has said so." Mikako stood up, "Then I...Hey, Kazuma, look at the playground!"

Kazuma turned his head and looked out the window.

On the playground, it seemed that someone was pushing the trolley used to draw lines on the playground in gym class, and was drawing something.

Kazuma can't help but frown: At this time, painting things like Nazcadi paintings on the playground. Isn't this the plot in "The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya"?

He stood up and looked out on the window sill-it was too dark, but by the light on the teaching building, he could barely see that the girl was painting on the ground. The school uniform skirt and the long braided hair were in the night breeze. Swaying.

At this time, she seemed to have finished spending, Kazuma saw her throwing her cart aside, and then polished the match.

She threw the match to the ground.

In the next moment, all the traces she had just painted on the ground with the trolley were ignited.

That is actually text.

The huge "favorite" on the playground is burning.

Fortunately, this is Japanese, and there are not many strokes in writing. If it is in Chinese, she may not be able to write it out if she runs out of materials on the trolley.

Then the girl yelled at the teaching building: "Jiang! I'm here to answer you!

"I like you the most!"

Kazuma opened his mouth and turned into an O shape. I never expected it to be like the unfolding of the finale of "Autumn Memories 2" Shirakawa Hotaru Line.

So young?

Kazuma saw a boy rushing out of the school building like a rocket and heading straight to the girl who was jumping and yelling on the playground.

Behind the boy, a large group of people from the Executive Department of the Student Union carried a fire extinguisher to cover up.

Immediately after Kazuma saw several figures in female uniforms also come out of the teaching building, but they did not follow, but stood at the entrance of the teaching building in a depressive posture.

From the size of the chest, Kazuma boldly speculates that it is the new student council president Nichinan Rina.

Nanjo and Mikako also squeeze into a window frame with Kazuma to look out to the playground, so at this time, Kazuma can see the outlines of their pectoralis major muscles as soon as they lower their heads.

In a rough comparison, Kazuma has the upper hand?

Mikako: "What a youth. I am afraid that the girl will be suspended from school for reflection?"

Before the words fell, the whole teaching building cheered.

Because the boy kissed the girl in full view.

Nanjo: "Now, both of them will suspend school and reflect."

"Isn't that right? Take the opportunity to go on a date." Mikako said in an enviable tone, "Anyway, they are only sophomore, and there is still time to splurge. Speaking of, Honami, you wanted to instigate Okada-san to kiss the scene!"

"I was kidding."

"Really? I obviously think you are serious!"

These two people argued over Kazuma. They turned their bodies to face each other because of the need for dialogue.

Kazuma suddenly felt that the school uniform pants were a bit small. After all, this was ordered during the first year of high school. Even if there was room for growth at the time, it might not be enough.

The chairperson occupied a window next to the three of them, looked at the noisy playground below, and muttered: "Although it is expected that the air will be full of hormones tonight, it is too hormones."

**

Takashi Hanafang and Daisuke Wakamiya had just climbed over the school wall at this time and were squatting behind the street trees planted by the wall.

"Did you get it? The windows of Class B in the third year!"

Takashi Hanabu paid no attention to what was happening on the playground, and focused on the classroom of Class B in the third year.

"I got it. I was sandwiched between two pairs of buns of this size. Although Kiryuu Kazuma didn't do anything, readers would fill his brain with a full set." Daisuke Wakamiya repeatedly pressed the shutter.

Photojournalists like them are all types who are desperately pressing the shutter and never saving on film. Only when the number of shots is large enough can they find one or two particularly glamorous among the masses of unusable photos.

Takashi Hanabu: "Not enough, not enough! We will definitely be able to capture even better images. Especially after twelve o'clock at night.

"At that time, most of the students went to bed, and the teachers on the night shift should also go back to the office to drink, and the young people's time officially began."

Wakamiya Daisuke listened with an "I understand" smile.

Takashi Hanabo continued: "I always feel that the summer school uniforms are designed so thin that they are deliberately designed to increase the fertility rate.

"When I was studying, I couldn't control the contours of the underwear from under the sweaty clothes of the girls who came back from gym class."

Wakamiya Daisuke couldn't help but stop shooting and turned to look at his partner.

Takashi Hanabu continued: "I think sailor suits are the best **** clothes. In the nightclubs I often go to, this is the most popular cross-dress. These high school girls wore this kind of clothes all day and dangling in the sun. Nothing happened. How is it possible?"

"Brother, this is not the first time I think you have a problem." Daisuke Wakamiya said straightforwardly.

After all, I have been a partner and friend for so many years.

Takashi Hanaba snorted.

Now they are blocked by people who put out the fire on the playground and can only hide under the tree.

However, as Takashi Hanabo said, it was eleven or twelve o'clock in the evening that was the highlight of this infiltration.

You don't need to care where you are lying to pass the time now.

Just lying under the tree, it will be cheaper for the big mosquitoes in autumn.

If Gong Daisuke stopped playing with the camera's hand and pressed **** his neck, he was afraid that a big mosquito would have died and his blood would bleed out of his hand.

**

That night, Kazuma reviewed most of the historical test site accounts, and under the supervision of the chairman of the committee, made a paper to see the scores that can be tested at this stage.

Afterwards, he had a play with Nanjo, who was in a costume.

In addition to leaving the classroom halfway to deal with the fight between the two boys, the chairman stared at Kazuma in the classroom.

Finally, it's time to turn off the lights for the overnight stay.

The chairman began to instruct the students who were staying in school to push the desks and chairs aside, and roll the blankets on the ground.

Although the annual cultural festival allows overnight stays, the people in the class are still excited as if they are staying with classmates for the first time.

Mei Jiazi moved the blanket into the classroom of Class B, and everyone seemed to have not seen her.

She opened the bunk roll beside Kazuma, and smiled while spreading it out, "This is the first time I slept with Kazuma.

"You have ambiguity, right?"

"It's okay, no one cares about such details." Mikako said nonchalantly.

Nanjo: "Doesn't the Kendo club go to live together before?"

"Don't go, because we entered the national convention for the first time this year since we went to high school and joined the Kendo club. Without the national convention, there would be no strengthening of accommodation. After all, Beige is a very poor public school. It should be distributed to the clubs that have entered the National Convention."

Nanjo nodded thoughtfully with an expression of learning about new things, "That's it."

Chiyoko also laid out the bedding, and then said to Nanjo, "I have been with Nanjo-senpai for several times. I have also slept in the same room with Nanjo-senpai."

"Yeah." Nanjo nodded, "When Chiyoko was in her first year of junior high, she would wear a quilt at night, and I covered her."

Chiyoko brushed and blushed.

Mikako: "Chiyoko's first grade... Isn't that when we were in the first year of high school? Did I lose since then?"

"No, even though I saw Kazuma several times at that time, I didn't leave a deep impression. As long as he was'Chiyoko's brother', I didn't even remember his face. However, I remember Kazuma at that time and I became very shy when I saw me."

Nan Tau paused and added: "Most boys will become very shy when they see me."

"I think they just don't know where to look," Kazuma jumped out to explain to the male compatriots, "Look at the face, it's too beautiful, you will be embarrassed, lower your gaze, you will see even less What a shame..."

Nanjo smiled happily.

Mei Jiazi touched herself: "I'm not bad actually?"

Chiyoko: "Mikako Senpai has the aura of a girl next door, and she is still the kind of girl next door who will come to hang out with boys, so the boys are all considered hello brothers."

Mei Jiazi curled his lips: "Cut, what about the eggs?"

She turned to look at the egg.

Following this question, everyone turned their heads together.

The chairman is standing in front of the window, looking at the starry sky, holding his thick-rimmed glasses in his hand.

She took off her glasses with a restrained charm.

Kazuma: "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." The chairman shook his head, "I just feel that today's moonlight is really exceptionally beautiful."

Kazuma turned his head and looked out the window, and saw the full moon in the sky.

Speaking of which, when converted into the Chinese lunar calendar, this date is roughly equivalent to around the Mid-Autumn Festival on August 15th?

So it is normal to have such a round moon.

Kazuma looks at the full moon and is suddenly occupied with homesickness.

How did Tang Shi say, looking up at the moon, bowing his head to think of his hometown.

Kazuma suddenly wanted to eat mooncakes.

If the memories of my parents in the previous life are correct, my dad should have just met the mom of the women's basketball team on the factory basketball team at this time.

Kazuma suddenly wanted to cross the ocean, to witness the romantic youth of my parents, and to see my birth-I don’t know if this somewhat misplaced parallel time and space will give birth to myself. .

Kazuma I also want to go back and take a look at the boiler room in the factory compound, and the carambola grove that I walked through when I went to fetch water with my dad when I was young.

He wants to witness the end of the dual-track system.

He wanted to go fishing with his dad. During the period when the ticket supply was just cancelled, he wanted to buy meat and fish by getting up early, but he couldn't get it most of the time.

So Dad took the fishing rod, sang "Nanniwan", and brought a little Kazuma to "response to the call to do it yourself."

This situation gradually changed until the start of the Vegetable Basket Project.

The wave of memories is surging, and the thick nostalgia hits Kazuma.

He wanted to go back to see the motherland that had just escaped the catastrophe, the tattered hometown that many people despised, and her dirty face.

Kazuma stood in front of the window, looked up at Mingyue, and took out the harmonica.

He has been able to operate the harmonica proficiently. After all, he has been practicing for nearly a hundred days since the beginning of learning.

He put the harmonica to his lips, and without thinking he began to play "I Love You China" by Wangpi pants.

I want you to hold me tight whenever I feel pain

Touch my soul like you always do

You give me a kind of warmth whenever I am confused

It’s like someone’s arms are tightly around my shoulders

Sometimes I will be lonely and helpless like a rock falling on a hillside

But as long as I think of your name, I will always regain my confidence

Sometimes I lose my way like a stray swallow in the sky

But as long as you think about your existence, you won’t be afraid

I love you Chinese beloved mother

I shed tears for you and I am proud of you

...

Blowing, my nose and tears are too much, and the tone of the harmonica has changed. Kazuma can only put down the harmonica and want to wipe it off.

The three girls immediately handed out their handkerchiefs, but Kazuma directly used the sleeve of the school uniform with a bold touch.

The only chairman who did not hand over the handkerchief asked, "Whose song is this for?"

"To mother~www.readwn.com~Kazuma answered without hesitation, "My dear mother. "

"That's it." The chairman looked up at the moon, "It's a wonderful song, you can feel the emotions that are booming. Your emotions will surely be conveyed."

Kazuma also looked up at the sky.

In his previous life, he actually didn't like to go home and listen to the nagging of his parents, and he didn't take the Mid-Autumn Festival's reunion meaning seriously.

Probably because of that era, the Internet eliminated distance.

Kazuma in the Internet age has never experienced homesickness.

Now he really experienced it.

Sure enough, even if the skin was changed, what was beating under this chest was the pure heart of the child.

Kazuma silently added one to his future goals: I want to go back to my country, even if I go back as an international friend.