I Teach Kendo in Tokyo

That night, a paparazzi rushed to the campus of North Ge's High School.

Kazuma was lying on the window of his classroom and looking out, he saw that the school had a camera on the roof of that building who was suspected of being a reporter.

"Are they so idle?" Kazuma couldn't help muttering.

Nanjo laughed and said, "This is their job. The most top-notch paparazzi are thinking about getting exclusives every day, and the rest are noisy and follow the crowd.

"Do you know my sister-in-law? She used to be a female news anchor. After the scandal with my brother came out, the battle was huge. Even when I went out, I would be blocked by a bunch of paparazzi."

Nanjo was three positions away from Kazuma uncharacteristically at this time, just leaning against the other edge of the same window.

Maybe she wants to keep her distance as much as possible to prevent reporters from catching the issue. However, this makes the picture between the two people form a very vivid and youthful composition.

Very Japanese school drama.

Maybe there are magazines that are more pursuing a fresh style will like this composition.

"It's really hard to be a celebrity." Kazuma sighed sincerely, "Fortunately, this time the weekly Fang Chun's eyes are on school, so no one goes to the dojo."

"Don't be silly, there must be some who go to the dojo, but now you have an advantage, that is, the martial arts are very famous, and reporters probably don't dare to enter the dojo to make trouble."

"Why, they will be afraid of stepping on the ninjutsu mechanism and die?"

Nanjo laughed again: "It's impossible, but some reporters were injured when they stepped on a ninjutsu mechanism. His colleagues will be happy to send this hapless picture to newspapers and magazines."

"Do you eat buns with human blood on the spot!" Kazuma was speechless.

"Human blood steamed buns...this is the one..."

"Lu Xun." Kazuma said.

"Ah yes, you really know a lot of Chinese writers and literary works."

"I think you are very good at knowing Lu Xun," Kazuma responded.

"Because the previous family doctor in our family graduated from Sendai Medical College."

"Doesn't your family have an affiliated hospital? Do you need a family doctor?"

"Family doctors are mainly in charge of normal health management, nutritional balance, etc. The hospital is only responsible for treating illnesses, and will not take care of these. The old gentleman from Sendai Medical Department will tell me about Lu Xun from time to time, saying that it is him. The first Chinese I have ever seen in my life.

"Later when he arrived in Tokyo, he would often help Chinese students who had little money to treat illnesses because he was impressed by the seniors. But soon, the foreign students in Tokyo are almost gone, because it is already an enemy country to them."

Kazuma looked at the night sky and responded softly: "That's it."

Speaking of which, although the Japanese invasion of China left deep scars, but before that, Japan was also an important town for young Chinese to find a way to revival.

Going forward for a hundred years, maybe there is a chance to change the fate of the two countries.

Kazuma thought of this sudden self-deprecating laugh. He found himself inflated. After winning a few small battles in Second Life, he began to feel that he was capable of contending with the torrent of history.

However, is it not a romance to reverse the direction of the torrent of history by oneself?

Wrestle your wrists with the giant named Times, try your own weight, if you have a chance, Kazuma really want to try it.

At this time Nanjo suddenly laughed out: "Why do we want to talk about this? In this scene, we should say something full of youthfulness, but it turned out to be like an old man chatting."

Kazuma also laughed: "Then let's talk about something that has a taste of youth? Is the scope of the test preparation of Dongda University?"

"Where is your youth?"

"No, for the candidates, this is youth. How about we start to memorize historical events from 1800 to 1899. Both Keio and Tou University will take this part of the exam. Let's ask questions alternately."

Nanjo: Kazuma), you look at me."

Kazuma turned to look at Nanjo. The girl is now sitting on the window sill with her back against the vertical edge of the window. The classroom lights come from her left hand, illuminating her left body, while her right body is bathed in the night. With the moonlight.

Such a picture, let Kazuma use one word to describe it, it must be "youth".

Kazuma: "I watched it, and then?"

"Now, do you really want to recite historical events with me?" Nanjo asked.

"Otherwise?" Kazuma asked rhetorically.

Nanjo pursed his mouth and looked at Kazuma.

"I'll come first, the date of Napoleon's coronation?" Kazuma judges that it should be a steel straight man at this time based on his own experience of sultry sisters.

That's right, pretending to be a steel straight man is also a means of sultrying sisters.

Nanjo was about to speak when Mikako's voice came from the door: "I'm back at last!"

The two looked at the door together.

Mikako entered the classroom panting.

A few hours ago, she was caught by someone in her class to run errands. It is said that her class watched her all day long to catch fish in class B. The chairperson of the class who had accumulated dissatisfaction with them couldn't hold her back and could only take her back.

"You bought the ingredients for a fried noodle stall, how did you go so long?" Kazuma asked suspiciously.

"Because I am in charge of the sever." Mikako said with a decisive expression, her hand still fisted on her chest, "I tell you that now there are many reporters in ambush outside, and she suddenly jumps out to interview girls in our school uniforms. "

Kazuma just thought for a moment that Mikako would say "Suddenly jump out and call Demacia".

"We were so entangled that the entrance to the school was about to be locked, so I shouted,'I am a childhood sweetheart from Kiryuu Kazuma.' A girl escaped."

Kazuma: "...ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

"I didn't say anything!" Mei Jiazi emphasized, "My mouth is very strict!"

"Then how did you come back?" Nanjo asked.

"Climbing the wall. Those reporters are not familiar with the surrounding roads. I walked over the wall and came back." Mei Jiazi said with her hands on her hips. "Fortunately, my body is so good. If I were weaker, I would be blocked by the reporters. "

Nanjo: "In fact, there are our SPs following you. As long as you shout for help, they will show up."

"You said it earlier!"

Mei Jiazi shouted.

"By the way, will you be photographed by reporters when you are over the wall, and then you will post the title "Kiryu Dojo is teaching ninjutsu"?" Kazuma joked.

"I'm not as handsome as you. Really, I don't know why you suddenly became such a unique skill. I haven't seen you perform before."

"It should be to save Chiyoko and to stimulate my limit." Kazuma was eloquent, in fact, he was right.

It is an entry only after saving Chiyoko.

"Then why didn't you stimulate the limit when you saved me? I was your only girlfriend candidate at the time, right?" Mei Jiazi exclaimed in dissatisfaction.

At this time, the chairman of the committee held a noteboard with a thick stack of paper and entered the classroom with a basket in his hand. He sighed as soon as he read Kazuma: "Sure enough, as I expected, more than half. The preparatory work has not been completed. Working overtime tonight is probably not enough."

Kazuma looked at the huge colored sign that was blocking the blackboard right in the front of the classroom. The sign was only half made now, and most of it was empty. There was a pile of completely unused colored paper next to it.

The chairman also looked back at the billboard: "Don't worry about this. I'll go to the drama club and bring back Tagani classmates. He will be in charge of the big props in the drama club. Tonight..."

The chairman took out the energy drink from the basket slung in his hand.

Kazuma knows that tonight, Tagaya-classmates will be ill-fortuned.

"Why does Taga-san go to the drama club to help prepare?" Mikako asked, "I have retired in the third grade. I still have Kazuma, so I don’t have to intervene in the Kendo club at all. Honami, the newcomer, is instead. I was asked to be a Kanban girl."

Nanjo: "I refused."

At this time, Okada, who was struggling to write in his position, raised his head: "The school girl Taya-san likes asked him to make big props, so he went."

"Fuck?" Kazuma half-opened his mouth, "what about you?"

"What's wrong with me?" Okada Anri turned her head and glanced at Kazuma. "Boys like girls who are sparkly and laugh, right?"

Okada Anri's words seemed to prompt a group silence technique, which completely silenced the Kiryu group.

The chairman cleared his throat to break the silence: "The rest includes the parade signboard to solicit customers, the small souvenirs distributed separately, and the costumes of the actor... Tsk, it will not be done. Forget it, set the signboard as the first priority. Alright. Okada-san, what are you writing?"

"Uh……"

"The script is completely finished, right?" The chairman came to Okada and glanced at the things on her desk. "Fiction? Want to vote for newcomers?"

Okada blushed.

Chairman: "Come on, I think you can do it."

She also patted Okada on the shoulder.

Then he gave a fierce look at the small group of girls who wanted to taunt Okada.

Kazuma has long discovered that Okada Anri may have been bullied by the girls in the class before, but now she has a relationship with the small group that ranks first in the class like Kiryuu Kazuma. There should be no need to worry about more extreme things happening.

The "bully culture" of Japanese schools, Kazuma is really not appreciated.

Chinese schools also have bullying, but it is far worse than in Japan.

China is school violence, Kazuma has seen people line up to go to the toilet to slap someone in the last life.

Japan is not really beating you, it is cold violence.

The real violence can also rise up to fight back. After a bit of fierceness, everyone becomes jealous, and the situation is much better. Japan's cold violence does not even have the means to fight back.

Kazuma looked at Okada Anri's mushroom head, thinking that, as expected, the playwright’s work would reflect her past experience.

But Okada should be okay, after all, there is still a place for the drama club.

So she didn't feel any haze on her body, she was a very energetic girl.

The chairman passed by Okada's position and came to Kazuma: "It looks like it will be very noisy tonight. I shouldn't have much time to supervise you to study."

"Really?" Mikako said in surprise, "I thought you would throw away the chores from work and focus on Kazuma."

"How come, for me, both sides are important experiences.

"After all, my seventeen years old is coming to an end."

When he said this, the chairman-no, Jinguji Tamamo looked at the classmates with gentle eyes, as if saying a happy thing.

Mei Jiazi: "Ahhhhhh, shouldn't you be sentimental at this time?"

"Time is like a white horse. It is a waste to be sentimental." The chairman laughed. "So sentimental things should be left to the monsters with extremely long lives. As human beings, we should devote precious time to hugging. Go in life."

After speaking, the chairman instantly switched back to his original form, then took out the energy drink from the basket and threw it to Kazuma.

"Although I am not here, you can't relax. Come on. After the cultural festival is over, I will examine your review status."

Nanjo stretched out his hand: "Give me a bottle too."

The chairman stuffed a bottle to Nanjo, and then threw a bottle to Mikako.

"Me too?" Mei Jiazi looked distressed, "I want to sleep beautifully today. After all, I will be spinning tomorrow. The fried noodle stall is very busy."

"Want to start, maybe because the taste is not good, no one will come?" Kazuma teased.

"Absolutely impossible! This lady personally fried noodles, even if the boys want to see my fried noodles in front of the fried noodle stall, they will pay for a portion." Mei Jiazi said confidently.

**

That night, even the teachers turned a blind eye to the actions of the students. The school did not even turn on the switch so that all classes could turn on the lights all night to prepare.

To be honest, Kazuma really likes this atmosphere.

In his previous life, he liked some cultural and sports activities in school, such as the Red May Cultural Festival.

It's a pity that there are too few such activities, and the district education bureau doesn't do it if it doesn't meet the target-after all, the main task of the school is to take the exam.

Kazuma’s previous life’s school, even the rigidly prescribed activity of learning agriculture, was just a formality, swaying in the fields during the day, and at night borrowing the large dining hall of the learning agriculture base for self-study in the evening.

When I arrived at university, Kazuma had a similar experience.

Kazuma was very active in the university era in the previous life. He participated in a lot of activities such as school radio station, college student union, animation club, etc.

He mainly listened to seniors who said that more participation in this kind of activities will make it easier to have a girlfriend.

However, Kazuma participated in a lot of club activities, and when he graduated, there were only four elders who accompanied him through the last part of the road.

This thing is not necessary for women, and current people will not understand it.

Kazuma looked at Nanjo who was yawning while covering his mouth with this thought.

"You can sleep for a while when you are sleepy. Not getting enough sleep is the natural enemy of beauty." Kazuma said.

Nanjo glanced at Mikako, who was already laying on the ground with big characters, and smiled: "It seems that energy drinks are not very powerful, so it's better to drink coffee directly."

Saying that she stood up, came to Mei Jiazi, pushed her aside, then lay down on the vacant floor and covered the cup: "Then I will take a nap and see you later."

Kazuma watched Nanjo close his eyes before moving his gaze to the brightly lit playground.

The Student Union is setting up a stage for tomorrow's performance, and the class that will set up a booth on campus is also busy setting up their booth.

It seems that the whole school will be lively tonight.

Some schools will engage in the eve of the festival before the cultural festival and dance on the playground. It is probably because they know that the students will be tossing until dawn tonight. First, let the students vent their work on the hour. Don’t really give the whole school a big blow. live.

Kazuma was watching fish in the playground, Mikako rubbed her eyes while sitting in front of him.

Kazuma couldn't help but glance at Nanjo who was already asleep: "You actually played Nanjo Wave?"

"No~www.readwn.com~ I just woke up. Where is the chairman?"

"Should be busy." Kazuma said.

"Will she be retreating monsters?" Mikako said, "She likes supernatural beings, doesn't she? She should know all the seven wonders of our school. Nothing has happened now, maybe the chairman secretly The unthinkable existence is gone."

Kazuma curled his lips: "No? Remember what I told you about Jizo?"

"Well, what's the matter?"

"That's actually because I was raining heavily at night and I was only thinking about overturning the enemy, so I went the wrong way. The chairman found the right place for Jizo."

"Is that right?"

"Yeah, and then the chairman said,'Sure enough, all supernatural events will actually have scientific explanations.' The strange talk is just people's wishful thinking."

Mei Jiazi smiled: "Is this what the supernatural lover would say? This will irritate the supernatural lover, right?"

"I think it will anger those fake'psionics' who brag about eating on variety shows."

The ridicule of Kazuma is ridicule, but I can't help but think of a documentary program that I like to watch in my previous life, called "Into Science".

That show was not so much a popular science documentary, as it was more like a film made by a supernatural burial agency like the SCP Foundation to cover up the truth of the world.

Kazuma glanced at the night outside the window.

In this world, there are karate masters who can't break their legs even if they fall from a helicopter, maybe...

Kazuma shuddered and decided not to go anymore.

Not only did he not want to go any further, he was still meditating in his heart: Dawei Tianlong, Blessed Earth God...

In this way, the morning of the cultural festival gradually came.