I Teach Kendo in Tokyo

It didn't take long for the students from North Gurdjieff College to arrive at the hotel.

Then the tour guide separated the boys and girls, and the hotel clerk took them to allocate the rooms.

The students who had not yet their turn gathered in the hotel lobby in twos and threes.

Kazuma and the three boys who are going to be temporary roommates with him tonight occupied a table in the lobby and played UNO.

At this time, Teacher Tachibana suddenly came over and said in a low voice: "Kiryu, there was a slight mistake in the hotel arrangement. Now it may be necessary for the two groups of boys who originally lived in separate rooms to live in the same big room."

Kazuma: "Come to me directly, meaning that I have become the lucky one who wants to live in a big room?"

"Because you are now a role model for the boys in your class." Teacher Tachibana smiled, "But I think you might have some plans related to Nanjo-san at night, maybe Dafang is not convenient?"

"No, there is no such plan." Kazuma said categorically.

"Really? Then, can I change to the big room?"

"I don't have any opinion." Kazuma shrugged, changing from a room for four people to a room for eight people, the difference is not very big.

In Kazuma, in the university era in the previous life, the first place to live was the old dormitory with eight people, and then he moved to the new dormitory in the university town to live in the four-person dormitory after reaching his second year.

He is quite used to group life.

As long as Mr. Tachibana doesn't exchange the sand sculptures of Yamada Yoichi, Kazuma is completely acceptable.

Teacher Tachibana smiled and said, "I won't replace Yamada-san, I'm afraid he will be killed by you."

Kazuma also laughed: "Teacher, you know very well."

"Then, I'll call that group of boys over." Teacher Tachibana said, turning around and beckoning. The four boys who had been waiting not far came forward immediately.

"Student Kiryu! I wanted to make friends with you a long time ago." The leading boy came up and said.

Kazuma stared at the boy for a full second before remembering his surname: "Tower House, hello. If you want to make friends, just come up and talk. I think I'm pretty good at talking."

"But the female array around you is too oppressive. Who would dare to pass if there is no handsome aura?" Tawu classmate said with a self-deprecating smile, "especially a boy like me who only grows taller."

Kiryuu Kazuma itself is quite tall, and it is the same as Qixingzhong among Japanese-usually he doesn't appear tall when he is with Nanjo and the others, because Nanjo and the chairman are so-called model heights.

Although Mikako is not as good as Nanjo and the chairman, she is also a girl who plays sports, and she is originally bigger than ordinary girls.

By the time of the last life of Kazuma, the average height of Japanese people had risen a lot, but now in 1980, the Japanese government's plan to increase the height of the whole people has not yet come to fruition.

The Japanese government requires children to drink milk and eggs from elementary school, supplement calcium nutrition, and adjust dietary structure. Since its implementation, the average height of the new generation of Japanese girls is indeed slowly increasing, but correspondingly, the bust of the new generation of girls has increased significantly.

This makes people wonder that the Japanese government actually wants to increase the bust, but it seems to be a violation of public order and good customs, so it found an excuse to increase the height.

This tower house classmate is a little taller than Kazuma, which is already tall among the Japanese, which makes people wonder what he did to grow up.

At this time, I originally said to classmate Tagani in a house in Kazuma: "God, you are so tall."

This is like the lines of a dwarf in World of Warcraft, making Kazuma almost laughing.

Student Tawu touched his head: "I've always been in the classroom, haven't you noticed me?"

"Sorry, I usually don't dare to look at someone taller than me in the classroom." Tagani said, "It was Okada who had taken the initiative to speak to Kiryu before."

Kazuma interrupted the conversation between the two: "Let’s discuss the height issue first, Tawu classmates, I have been teaching a lot in the past three days."

"Don't dare, we just want Kiryu to pass on more experience."

Kazuma don’t even think about knowing that the experience here is definitely the experience of picking up girls. There must be only this in the head of the same age boy, who can only stand aside for college entrance examinations.

Kazuma glanced at the top of Tawu students. The declaration of "See you at the Budokan next spring" issued by the chairman in the class meeting gave the whole class a BUFF, but everyone’s BUFF duration is different. BUFF has disappeared.

In fact, the BUFF of the classmates has basically disappeared, only the BUFF of the egg itself is abnormally persistent.

Kazuma suddenly wanted to tease about the three-minute popularity of the classmates, so he said to the tower house classmate: "I also want to share my experience with you, regarding the choice of reference books, and the combination of work and rest. There are so many ways."

Student Tawu was about to grin, but now his smile froze directly on his face.

Kazuma pretended not to see his expression and couldn’t understand the air, and continued: "Let’s have a fun and dripping study session tonight. I just brought this new collection of exercises. You can do it too, although The scope of other school exams may not be the same as that of Dongda University, but the basic idea of ​​solving problems is common."

Student Tawu looked back at his three friends.

"This... is it really going to be a problem tonight? We thought that classmate Kiryu would lead us assault on the female soup tonight."

Kazuma was dumbfounded. The black history of assaulting the female soup when he was staying together in the Kendo tournament has become a legend.

"Even if I assault the female soup, I won't take you there."

"Even if Nanjo-san isn't there, won't you take us there?" Tawu-san was shocked, "Isn't it good to eat alone?"

"No, I won't go anytime. The previous kendo club was just an accident."

At this time, Mr. Tachibana cleared his throat and focused the eyes of the eight boys on him: "I just want to remind you that I'm still next to my teacher. If you talk about this kind of thing, at least avoid the teacher, right?"

Kazuma: "No, teacher, you are right here. I swear in front of you that I will never step into the female soup this time. Why is the teacher looking at me suspiciously?"

"Student Kiryu, I specifically asked Daemon Goro teacher to confirm that you did that. So how do you want me to believe you? However, every year for school trips, some similar incidents happen, and the teachers are used to it, as long as they don’t die. It’s fine if you don’t get pregnant."

Kazuma thought that Japanese teachers are like this? When I was in middle school in Kazuma in my previous life, the teachers still regarded puberty love as a scourge.

"In short, things are decided like this." Teacher Tachibana forcibly ended the topic, "The clerk is going here, it is probably your turn. Go ahead and see you in the dining room later."

As soon as Mr. Tachibana’s words fell, the clerk came to the crowd, bowed and said respectfully, “I’m very sorry, because the four-person room is over, so I can only trouble a few of them to live in the eight-person room. But our eight-person room is also very good. It’s good, I promise you will be satisfied."

Kazuma nodded: "No problem, eight people are more lively."

He has a good impression of this clerk who has slightly natural curly hair.

"Then, several people, please here."

**

That night, in a car repair shop less than five kilometers away from the hotel where he stayed at the third grade of the North Ges College, Xing Jishang tore open the kraft paper envelope and took out the secret order.

"It looks like a fundraising project." He said while reading the secret order. After reading it, he lit the secret order and threw it into the ashtray, very skilled.

"As before, after the designated amount of US dollars is paid to KGB, the rest of the money will be spent on our own."

After Xing Jishang finished speaking, the people present were obviously excited, and obviously they liked fundraising projects.

In this era, the Soviet Union and the West did not have large-scale economic exchanges. Under the planned economic system, the Soviet Union could not, in principle, obtain large amounts of US dollars through trade.

The Soviet Union mainly uses the Economic Mutual Assistance Committee to realize international trade between countries in the same camp. The Economic Mutual Association uses a "currency" called "transfer ruble" to settle international trade, but in fact this kind of ruble is not a currency, but a kind of record. A unit of account, it cannot be circulated, it is only used for bookkeeping.

Mutual international trade is actually a kind of physical trade without currency participation.

It can be roughly regarded as bartering.

This led to a problem, that is, the Soviet Union did not have a stable and large amount of access to US dollars, and KGB activities in Western countries required US dollars support.

You can't send rubles directly, right? Is this because the spies were not exposed quickly enough?

For this reason, KGB has been trying every means to get US dollars.

The Soviet military supplies are generally only provided to the allies, but the dictators in many African countries have a large amount of Soviet-style equipment. It is very intriguing how these equipment came from.

Don't get me wrong, KGB is a serious intelligence organization, how can it be an arms dealer? These equipment must be high imitations from "other countries"!

During the years Xing Jishang has been in Japan, KGB has always been his regular customer. As long as you give US dollars—yen will do—you can get intelligence, equipment, and "goods."

Xing Jishang suspects that there are KGB "moles" in the anesthetic crime department of the Japanese customs and the Japanese police. Otherwise, it is impossible to explain how this group of people bypassed the Japanese police and customs and shipped a large amount of anesthetics into Japan.

It has always been said that they used submarines to send things up the deserted coast of Aomori, but this kind of urban legend will not be believed by people with common sense, and Xing Jishang will not believe it.

How could Soviet submarines cross the line of defense formed by submarine sonar arrays and anti-submarine patrol aircraft without disturbing Japan and the United States?

Xing Jishang began to arrange the task: "The amount requested this time is a bit large, and it's probably not enough for a little trouble."

As soon as the voice fell, someone shouted: "Then let's grab the bank. I wanted to grab it a long time ago. I have stepped on it several times!"

"No, the vault door of the Bank of Japan is too difficult to open. Let's grab the money-carrying cart. This is fast." Another person said.

Xing Jishang: "Have you robbed the bank and the cash transport truck?"

"There is always a first time in everything."

Xing Jishang shook his head: "No, this is not good. In order to ensure success, we have to do what we are familiar with. We find a hotel to plant a bomb, and then send a threatening letter to the Japanese police, without telling them which hotel it is. As long as time is tight, they will submit."

"Then what if they evacuated all the hotels in Osaka directly?"

"Then let's start the explosion directly by remote control, and see if they are evacuating fast, or whether we press the remote control button fast." Xing Jishang spread his hands together, "Believe me, I am too familiar with the Japanese bureaucracy, they They will give money. They don't have the courage not to compromise with terrorists."

Just eight years ago, the Munich hostage incident led to a tragedy. In the past eight years, governments all over the world have been a little bit embarrassed when dealing with terrorist attacks. They have no face, and will not compromise with terrorists. Other countries can pay. You will pay for the security.

Everyone laughed, as if millions of dollars were already in their hands.

At this time, Shi Eun Joo, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly said, "Is it really the task of making money? Yesterday I listened to the broadcast over there and heard a series of Pyongyang vegetable prices. I thought that was an instruction. Nope. Is it for you?"

"Eunju," Xing Jishang said solemnly, "you didn't really join the gang in the south, and the group you joined is gone."

Shi Eunju was stunned for a second before nodding, "Well, you are right. Then, the price of Pyongyang food..."

"That might just be a reference for the surrounding vegetable farmers." Xing Jishang said.

Maybe someone would really believe this, but obviously the people in this room at this time would not believe it.

Anyone who listens to radio in this era knows that high-power shortwave radio stations in various countries often broadcast something of unknown significance.

These are actually code words for the hidden agents.

The most famous is the code word on the Allied radio broadcast before the Normandy landing: John has a long beard and hurts my heart with his low-key dullness.

Accompanied by the code word, the entire French resistance movement took action to respond to the Allied attack.

And the price of food broadcasted by Pyongyang may be spam to cover the real order-this is a very common practice-of course, it is also possible that the price of the food is the order.

Shi Enzhou still seemed unable to let go. He muttered: "There is a voice telling me that it is an instruction, it is a murloc invasion... Uh, sorry."

Xing Jishang frowned: "The Murloc Invasion? What is that?"

"I had a nightmare last night. I dreamed that fish with legs climbed up from the sea and invaded the city like a tide." Shi Enzhou looked distressed, "It's kind of like the Class B movie you watched in the living room last night."

Xing Jishang turned his eyes to the others.

The person who just yelled at the bank said: "Yes, we were watching a B-level horror movie last night. There are many fish with long legs. But I was scared by that movie and had nightmares. Are you a kid? ?"

The one who spoke with a mocking expression on his face.

Xing Jishang shouted solemnly: "Ding Zaixu! How many times has it been said that renting video tapes does not do anything like that. There are not many people in the store. Regular customers are the main ones. Rather, only regular customers can rent large-scale movies. Right? That will be a clue for the Japanese police to find us then!"

"Don't be nervous, Boss. The big deal is that I will go back to the store and set fire, and then kill the clerk who has seen me." Ding Zaixu said nonchalantly.

Xing Jishang curled his lips: "Are you an idiot? Isn't that more conspicuous? Forget it, the task is very important. I have to start installing bombs today. I have to choose a middle-grade hotel, which is more expensive, which makes Osaka police difficult to guess. where is it.

"But the flow of people should not be too small, it is not convenient for us to move."

Ding Zaixu suggested: "Many schools have started school trips recently. How about sneaking in under the guise of students? With so many students, even the teachers in the school can't recognize everyone, which is just right.

"Not to mention the kind of hotel where there are multiple schools staying at the same time. In Japanese schools, girls' uniforms are designed in various ways, but boys' uniforms are all the same. It's really strange."

Xing Jishang nodded: "Okay, that's it. You go get ten sets of Japanese high school men's school uniforms, and Shi Eun-joo checks the bomb. Cai Zhixi goes to step on it."

"Why don't you let me step on it?" Ding Zaixu frowned~www.readwn.com~ I speak Japanese much better than Zhixi! My Kansai accent can't even see the problem with old Osaka people! "

"Because you just violated my order to rent a video tape." Xing Jishang said solemnly.

Ding Zaixu was speechless.

"Also, don't think I don't know. You want to take this opportunity to wipe high school girls." Xing Jishang said viciously, "If you continue like this, I will apply to transfer you to Afghanistan and follow KGB and The CIA who supported the Arabs in the mountains played a trick. When you saw it, where did you go to look for the videotape."

Ding Zaixu shrugged: "At that time, I would not look for video tapes. Wouldn't it be better to experience the plot of a B-level film in the real world?"

Xing Jishang was speechless for a while, so he could only shook his head.

Shi Enzhou suddenly said: "Afghanistan is not good, you can't go to Afghanistan. If you go, you won't be able to come back. That place..."

His words stopped abruptly.

Everyone looked at him together and found that he was staring into the distance in a trance.

However, the direction he was looking at was a wall a few meters away, and there were no windows.

This weird behavior, coupled with Shi Enzhou's bold size and looks, made people shudder.

Finally, Shi Enzhou returned to his senses. He turned his head and looked at the crowd: "You... will you see the face of the woman you killed and smile at you on the wall?"

Everyone looked at each other.

Xing Jishang: "Shi Enzhou, in your state, can you still participate in the mission?"

"Sorry, just some hallucinations, it's okay. I guarantee that my explosive devices are reliable."

Shi Enzhou was back to normal again, as if his expression hadn't even appeared just now.

"That's good." Xing Jishang nodded solemnly, "A lot of time has been wasted. Let's start now."

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