I Teach Kendo in Tokyo

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Kazuma went straight to the communication room at the entrance of the teaching building to call the weekly Fang Chun editorial department and ask if Hanafang Takashi knew any feminist activists.

When he arrived in the communication room, he realized that he could not remember the number of the weekly Fang Chun editorial department.

As a person who has passed through the era of the popularization of mobile phones, he always forgets the phone book, either he forgot to write the newly obtained number on it, or he usually forgets to carry it with him.

Obviously, when Kazuma was in junior high school in his last life, the phone book was still a necessity in life.

Kazuma scratched his head and saw Yuzao coming down from the second floor.

"What are you doing? Class is about to take place." Tamamo said when he saw Kazuma, it seems that he didn't come out specifically to find him in the classroom.

Kazuma greeted him like a savior and grabbed Yuzao's hand: "Give me the number of the weekly Fang Chun editorial department, hurry up."

Tamamo took out the phone book from his bag, turned it over, and showed one of the pages to Kazuma.

Kazuma started dialing according to the number on the book.

In the communication room of the teaching building of Dongda University, the dial telephone is still used. It takes time to dial the position and wait for the dial to turn back.

Kazuma was a little impatient and almost dialed the wrong number.

Finally, there came the voice of Takashi Hanabo: "The news hotline of the weekly Fang Chun editorial department."

"I'm Kiryuu Kazuma, looking for Takashi Hanabu." Kazuma went straight to the subject.

"I am. Why, what is there to explode?"

"I just want to ask if you know that kind of feminist activist?"

"Yes, but they all hate me to death." Takashi Hanabo heard his scratching voice, "because I broke the news that they were squandering NGO funds or something..."

Kazuma couldn't help but help.

"Okay... Then tell me their contact information, I'll..."

"You should give up. Those people are all businessmen. You have to give them money if you want them to come forward."

Kazuma frowned: "Are they all businessmen? There is no such thing as an ideal action..."

"Yes, but ah, this idealist usually doesn't have any resources, so the exposure is not very high. If this kind of person has high exposure, he will not be far from death, you see Martin Luther King and the leader of the Black Panther Party."

When I heard Kazuma, it seemed to make sense.

"You might as well count on me instead of relying on them. Let me tell you that the article I wrote is super powerful. The editor gave the page without hesitation when he saw it. It is still a huge page, big enough to allow Daisuke to do cross-pages. The picture."

Kazuma was overjoyed when I heard: "Really?"

"Really, the key is that we went to interview other students in Qianjiang after we decided on the subject. We didn't expect to dig up the messy material of this professor's private life, it was fierce."

Kazuma: "Is there anything else?"

"Actually no, they are all chasing shadows, but who are we? We are Fang Chun, the weekly magazine, chasing shadows is enough for us."

Why are you so proud?

"Will this affect the credibility of your revelations?"

"You don't understand this? The credibility thing is that we report 11 million falsely failed characters. As long as we break the truth once, all of them will come back. It's like a big villain who does After doing all the bad things, as long as you do a good thing once, people will feel that the big evil person may not be that bad.

"Anyway, leave it alone. Just wait. Daisuke spent a day in the darkroom yesterday. When we came out, we went to drink. He told me that Pulitzer owed him a trophy."

Kazuma is a bit familiar when I hear this, is there a chance to pay him back a golden rain in the future?

"Then, I was looking forward to it?" Kazuma responded.

"Let's look forward to it. It was published on Thursday, just in time for Professor Qianjiang's first seven days. It was a big gift from our weekly magazine Fang Chun."

Kazuma nodded: "Okay, then I'll wait."

"If you don’t want to wait, and want to find those activists to keep a hand, then I won’t stop you. I’ll just read their phone numbers to you. But don’t hope, ask them to come out and talk to Professor Qianjiang’s friends. The apprentices fight against each other, and it's basically useless if they don't pay.

"Or if you go find that kind of idealism, they will at best wave the flag to you in some influential tabloids."

Kazuma curled his lips: "Okay, I believe you."

"Is there a feeling of disillusionment?" Hanafang Takashi teased over there.

Kazuma: "No, the moment I met you, all the things that should be disillusioned have been disillusioned."

"Hahahaha, I would be embarrassed to praise me like that. Moreover, I was once a passionate young man who intended to become an investigative reporter and expose the darkness of the world, but now the blood has dried up."

Takashi Hanabo's voice fell, and someone from the same office joked: "You are a paparazzi chasing eyeballs now. Even the species has changed!"

"Although I am a dog, at least I am the king of dogs."

Takashi Hanabo retorted.

He should have held the talking end of the receiver with his hand and turned his head to rebut the colleague, but Kazuma is so good that he heard it.

Kazuma produced unprovoked associations: the king of dogs, owes a trophy... I didn't expect this to drive UZI.

"Then Huafangsang, I'm going to class first."

"Okay, you go to class. By the way, you can remind Miss Fujii when you have time to avoid showing up in front of reporters. Even if you show up, try to cry as much as you can, and act as if you are a victim as much as possible.

"Even if you can't act like a victim, at least don't look okay."

Kazuma: "This...I try my best."

"Or you can do something that makes her sad, and wait for the turmoil to pass, and then find a way to comfort her."

Takashi Hanabu suggested.

Kazuma thought for a while, then I can only let Meijiazi be a vegetarian, and then eat in front of her every day, maybe it will be effective.

At this time the class bell rang, and Tamamo reached out and patted Kazuma on the shoulder.

"I really want to go to class, I will contact you later." Kazuma said so.

"Okay, see you later." After Huafang Takashi finished speaking, he hung up the phone first.

Kazuma put down the earpiece and turned to solicit Yuzao's opinion: "Is there any way you can make Mikako wash her face with tears every day?"

"I heard that KGB has a drug that can cause depression."

"It's not that it's not that it's not that Mijiazi's crime doesn't end here." Kazuma interrupted Tamamo quickly, "Isn't there a way to be gentle?"

Tamamo looked at the ceiling, "Well...you are hard enough for me. This is too hard without killing anyone."

…Wait a minute, did you just say a very dangerous premise?

Kazuma took a look at Yuzao, and felt that this matter could not be left to Yuzao, he had to do it himself.

**

On this day, when Kazuma returned home, she saw Mikako collapse on the tatami in the living room, looking like a slime about to melt.

"Kazuma! I'm so bored, do you have anything interesting?"

"About this, in order to help you pass the time, I brought you good things back." Kazuma said, putting a bag of things in front of Mikako.

Mei Jiazi sat up and said, "Wow, such a big bag of things, oh, look at you, so expensive, I am embarrassed."

As she talked, she opened the bag: "Let me see what good stuff... "Hamlet"? Or is it the library of Dongda University?"

"For you, both Yuzao and I went to apply for a library card. This is our selection of tragedies, and they are all works we once watched and cried."

To be precise, Kazuma selected works that he had seen crying in his previous life.

Moreover, there are some things that Kazuma felt good to cry in the past life, but I haven't found it yet.

For example, "Forrest Gump", this thing will not be released in the United States for 13 years.

Another example is "This Killer Is Not So Cold", which will also be released in 13 years.

What makes Kazuma speechless is that he originally wanted to find some tragedies originating in Japan, but what he remembered, "Calling for Love in the Center of the World" and "A Liter of Tears", were all two thousand years later. s work.

After passing through Kazuma, instead, I felt the existence of the generation gap.

As a result, Tamamocho's works are all very down-to-earth Japanese original "Weeping" literature, and Kazuma selects Shakespeare.

Mikako pouted and looked at Kazuma with an unhappy face: "I think you have a prejudice against me. I saw crying movies and TV series, and I cried so much. I just cried so hard for "Personal Testimony". I cried so much. I ran out of tissues in the movie theater. I had no choice but to wipe my nose with my sleeves. When I got home, my sleeves were hard and dry."

That's too much crying, right?

Because it's too exaggerated, it seems to be funny instead!

In fact, at this moment, Kazuma is also unable to distinguish whether Mei Jiazi is talking about a paragraph or is serious, so it can't give a proper response, and can only froze in place.

Mikako stared at Kazuma: "Do you think I am funny?"

Kazuma: "Yes."

"Then you can play the video of the witness card, I'll cry for you!"

Kazuma: "You don’t know what’s going on in my house, let alone a second-hand video recorder, can’t afford to buy a four-handed video recorder? I can only sing the straw hat song for you. , You will cry."

"It's not enough to have songs. I can't cry even when I read novels and listen to songs, but I cry so loudly when I watch movies."

Kazuma scratched his head. Suddenly he remembered that Mikako had faked crying before, and said, "I remember that fake crying was good when you used to tease me?"

"Oh, fake crying. The sodium hyaluronate that I have dripped is useful. I dripped it into the cold and icy eyes, tears streaming down my eyes..."

Kazuma can only support the forehead.

At this time, Yuzao came out and said, “In this way, I feel that Mikako belongs to the type of emotional outburst. We should not let her perform, but should guide her so that she really feels wronged. As long as she really thinks like this , Her acting skills are impeccable."

Kazuma: "That's how it is said, but she is Mikako. It is too difficult to make her feel wronged, right?"

Mikako: "Yes, it's too hard to make me feel wronged. It's harder than to make the world peaceful."

Tamamo: "Try it..."

Kazuma made a request: "Then you try."

Yuzao took a deep breath, then sat in front of Mikako, and began to channel her emotions.

Thirty minutes later.

"Let's use sodium hyaluronate." Yuzao said to Kazuma.

Mei Jiazi: "Otherwise, when I need to perform, I will be hungry for a day, and I must look aggrieved the next day. Let me have some sodium hyaluronate, perfect."

Kazuma looked at each other with Yuzao: "It can only be this way..."

At this time, the phone on the entrance rang, and then came the voice of Chiyoko answering the phone: "Moses Moses? Yes, it is Kiryu Dojo. Ah? Oh, yes, I'll talk to my brother right away."

Then Chiyoko pattered over and opened the door of the living room: "Brother, the reporter from Huafang called and said that the factory that their magazine has been cooperating with had caught fire. Now they are looking for another manufacturer to take over. It might be published two days later. ."

Kazuma can't help but frown: "It's a fire? What a coincidence?"

Yuzao: “It’s not so costly to set fire to the printing factory for this. I think it should be a coincidence. A place like a printing factory is also prone to fire. There are so many flammable materials.”

Kazuma thinks about it, too.

Welfare Technology wants to hit itself, but it can't use this low-return high-risk method.

The key is only to publish it for two days.

If it is the Internet age, there may be a big difference two days later. After all, public opinion in the Internet age becomes too fast, and the best opportunity may be missed one day later.

In this day and age, information dissemination relies on newspapers and television, and the University of Tokyo’s scholars have their own news channels. As a result, they have to ask Kazuma to ask questions if they want to understand the situation.

Public sentiment in this era is very slow, and it makes no difference if the counterattack is a day or two late.

Because of this, Takashi Hanabu called and hung up after asking his sister to tell him. He didn't even ask Kazuma to listen to the phone.

Mei Jiazi looked at Kazuma and asked, "What's wrong? Is it because I have no hope of turning around and can only be the lady boss of the dojo?"

"You want to be beautiful." Kazuma looked at her irritably.

"Oh, I think it's beautiful. I'm bored for a day today. I even figured out the child's name. The boss is called Yima for a boy, and Yao for a girl. The second is a male, and his name is Wulang..."

"Don't dream. UU reading www.uukanshu.com" Kazuma interrupted Mikako, "Maybe this incident is over, you will become the representative of the new woman and embark on the broad road."

Mikako: "Huh? You don't want to say that after this incident, I really became the undersecretary of foreign affairs, right? Then Japan is over."

Mei Jiazi waved her hand, everyone laughed, and the living room was filled with joyful air.

**

A few days later, it was Professor Qianjiang's first seven days.

This morning, Kazuma woke up at six o'clock as usual, and turned on the TV after washing up.

In the morning newspaper reading program, I was reading an editorial about female college students scolding professors to death.

Kazuma glanced at it and turned off the TV.

At this moment, Amao's voice came from the hallway: "It's not good!"

Kazuma: "What's wrong? Didn't you work in the morning to deliver the newspaper? Why did you come back so early?"

"The big thing is not good!" Amao rushed into the living room, "I saw a long convoy coming here at the intersection! It seems to be a funeral convoy!"

Kazuma frowned-what the hell, wouldn't it be that I came to my door and put on a sackcloth?

As soon as the voice fell, he heard the sound of braking at the door, and then a stern cry came: "My wife! You died so miserably!"

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