tokyo voice

The principal himself repeated the study with the dream and will of three generations. In the end, he still couldn't make it through, sad and crying, and went to study in Waseda.

His middle school has been established for quite some years, and it has produced many amazing exam winners, but the number of students admitted to Dongda University has so far been zero.

Over time, this has become the principal's demon and obsession.

When the dean occasionally goes to the office to report on tasks, he will always see the headmaster who is standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows after work, staring in a daze at the direction of the highest institution of higher learning in his country.

Most men have a dream.

After Yin Ze understood the origin and extinction, he also sighed a lot.

When he was six or seven years old and ignorant, he would toss and turn about top universities like this.

After all, people do not have the normal rationality to look at their actual level when they are children, pretending to be cool, and drawing cards with krypton gold.

Even now, he doesn't feel at all that he can go to Dongda where countless high school bullies have been defeated.

A photographic memory, an extraordinary memory is actually equivalent to a buff for an open-book exam.It's not that he hasn't copied and written papers...Sometimes, textbooks really can't save him.

But the dean is confident.

"Which teacher in the school's top class who is in charge of the college entrance examination sprint is not more experienced? I have initially drawn up your study plan-"Tihai Freestyle Swimming"! Tailored for your talent, with a lifetime warranty. After all, this year It’s okay if it’s not until next year!”

Yin Ze thought for a moment and agreed, anyway, the exam is not too long, less than three months.

Take a gamble to turn a bicycle into a motorcycle, and if you pass it, you will be happy to help others, and you will win a big prize for the school's dream.

And this also means...he is really going to school seriously.

Yin Ze lifted off the insulation layer that was condensed with hot water beads, and picked up disposable chopsticks to enjoy dinner. To be honest, the bento sold in the convenience store here is really good.

In the room without outsiders, there was only the sound of him planing rice, otherwise it was quiet.

Takizawa should come back at such a time, let's eat alone.

People who live alone must learn to enjoy loneliness, and they have to adapt to this gap from the lively and youthful school to the suddenly cold renting house.

Living alone is of course very happy, because there is no interference, no nagging, no urging, no cumbersome social interaction, and you can do whatever you want, whether you stay up late, hangover, or fight games all night.

It’s just that when I see an interesting video, swipe a happy message, laugh out loud, and then look up at the living room where there is no one else, I will feel stupid.

There is no one to share happiness, and no one to complain about bad things.

As night fell, the vendors on the street closed their stalls and closed their doors, and the bustle and bustle fell asleep.Urbanization has muddied the sky, and the stars are still hanging in the Milky Way, but they are no longer visible.Only the street lamps flickered in the shadows.

Yin Ze was eating, and suddenly picked up the phone habitually, wanting to unlock the screen, to see what the brothers are doing in Moments and Space.

But what he had in his hand was the honest old-fashioned flip phone Takizawa used.

Yin Ze took a bite with his right hand holding the chopsticks. He slowly chewed the food in his mouth, and then raised his head.

Gently opened the old mobile phone, clicked into the address book, and naturally didn't recognize any of them.

He was silent for a few seconds, stretched out his thumb and pressed the number that was engraved in his heart.

With the hands-free on, the beeps seeking for a call are mixed with the noise of the current, as if the electric waves are also lost in the city, wandering aimlessly around the building in the wind and night.

Can't find a place to return to.

Soon, the staff recorded in advance, and the business-style female voice politely reminded that this is an invalid number.

Yin Ze sighed silently, threw the phone aside, and stuffed the last few mouthfuls of rice into his mouth.

Finally, when I was full, I propped my head and stared at the pictures I drew on my laptop.

Every man has dreams, and he is no exception.

Takizawa also wrote a lot in his diary, and made bold statements.

He is a junior college student, although he is jokingly called a noble master, but he has no choice.

Is it a yellow robe plus a person serving the common people to deliver meals, or wearing a handsome suit and combing hair to look like an adult to be a real estate agent, or a screenshot of a dark tie and a white shirt with hands folded on his chest as a loan brother in Moments.

When he had to choose, he chose the impractical one.

I hope that what I do and what I experience will make me happy in the future, that's all.

He didn't want to wait until he was five or sixty years old, his hair was gone, and his legs and feet began to become clumsy.

There is only firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar and tea in life.

Complaints from the wife, the departure of the parents, and the worries of the children and grandchildren go back and forth.

Indeed, such is the life of ordinary people.

But he hopes that when he is resting and breathing, what he can do is not to go to the open space of the community to dance in the square.

Doing this, at least when I am old, I can draw something again, appealing to life from the heart.I won the second prize in crayon drawing in the fourth grade of elementary school, which is considered a little talent.

The human pursuit of beauty has lasted for thousands of years, and the learning and innovation of art has never stopped.

Art is such a thing. No matter how much time is invested, it will not be enough and the end will not be seen. Only human history and civilization itself can truly control it.

But no matter how great it is, it becomes insignificant when it is focused on countless small people.

Some people have doubted life since they started comics, some people are stuck in the comfort zone and cannot make an inch of it, and some people have changed from being exploited to being an exploiter in business.

More still powerless, so I chose to quit.

"It's lucky to be so stupid, at least come here, dreaming that it will come with me."

Not to mention all the time, but when he was fighting alone to hone his skills in order to earn a living, it was this dream that accompanied him through the morning and evening.

Yin Ze picked up the digital pen.

"There's no kinder fellow here than you."

He breathed a sigh of relief.

The marquee of memory suddenly turned, and the huge library was vibrating. Those excruciating exercises, lessons he had listened to, and techniques he had tried all popped out of the upright cabinets, hovering and dancing around him.

Everything became clear and distinct.

Hundreds of them form a huge array in an orderly manner, and they are played repeatedly from the draft to the completion of the drawing.

The essence of exercise is to know the idea, put it into action, and engrave it into the bone marrow.

He is actually very stupid, and some of them are just rote, far from the rich experience of observing the world, spirituality and magical writing of those masters.

But looking back on my journey of chasing dreams, I eliminated the troubles and puzzles, and pointed to the harvest.

Turns out I wasn't that bad either.

Yin Ze opened his eyes, his whole body was dripping with sweat, as if he had been fished out of the water, his clothes were wet on his chest and his back, he had just eaten but his belly was extremely hungry.

He looked at the pen in his hand.

For the first time in a long time, he felt that the dream was actually in his hands.

He no longer tried his best to imitate cats and tigers, but really began to master them.

Yin Ze stood up and planned to go to the bathroom to wash off his sweat, but he suddenly stopped and looked at this small place again.

Takizawa has also worked hard here silently, also towards the goal, and also remembers the warmth and happiness with his father when he was a child.

Thinking of this, the man smiled happily.

Chapter Ten

"Congratulations, here is the first large library of the school that collects modern Chinese, ancient Japanese, mathematics, physics, biology, chemistry, geography, world history, society, economics, politics, foreign languages ​​and other subjects, teaching materials, examination questions, and extracurricular books. Third floor!"

The teaching director opened his hands, as if embracing the ocean of knowledge, showing an intoxicated smile.

"That's your training ground! New classroom!"

Escorted by Tomoko Yasui, a karate expert, Yin Ze looked at the bookcases crowded with books and titles, and breathed the smell of paper, pencils and graphite in the air.The ferocious beast named Xue opened its bloody mouth towards him like a mountain and a sea.The failure factor engraved in his soul made him subconsciously want to turn around and run away.

It's a pity that I couldn't run. I don't know when a gray-haired middle-aged man in a suit was standing tall with his hands behind his back, standing by the door.

"Principal, have you returned from an exchange at another school?" the dean said in surprise.

The middle-aged man didn't say hello for a while, exuding a different kind of aura, staring at the young man in front of him with burning eyes.

"Student, there is timidity in your eyes."

"There are too many books here. The burden of inheriting the crystallization of human wisdom is beyond my imagination. I can't control it for a while." Yin Ze clasped his fists.

"Although the road to study is very difficult, don't worry, it's not to the point where you want to become a dimensional encyclopedia."

The principal comforted him a little, then walked gracefully to the window, his tone became distant.

"Student, let me ask you, in your opinion, what is Dongda?"

"It's the abbreviation of Tokyo University!" Yin Ze said firmly.

"……"Dean.

The headmaster's demeanor was not affected, but his back looked bleak and lonely, and he could only hear him continue talking quietly.

"I was born in a scholarly family. When I was 2 years old, I listened to the audiobook of "Manyoshu" to fall asleep. When I was 4 years old, I started to learn to read, learn to draw and learn rhythm. In kindergarten, I started to practice mental arithmetic, addition, subtraction, multiplication and division every day. I also compiled a collection of prose poems. From primary school to junior high school, No.1 was soft, and I never missed various competitions. Whenever others teach their children to be incapable of learning, they always use me as an example, and I am that 'child of other people'."

"For this reason, I have few friends. I often go to the movies and eat barbecue alone, and I don't have a girlfriend. My peers regard me as a person from another dimension. Female classmates will not talk to me except to copy the answers. But I Never sad, just because I know where my end is."

"I, Yusaburo Koizumi, is the man who wants to break the family curse. I will make up for the regrets of my father Yujiro and grandfather Yuichiro."

The headmaster's voice turned from pride to sadness, from sorrow to emotion.

"I was extremely confident that year. I thought that I had reached the pinnacle of a high school student. I exhausted all my skills and finally failed... People around me pointed at me. When they saw the end of the myth, it was like picking up a corpse. The vultures, the bloody hyenas. I shut myself up and pondered for a long time, and decided to face those questioning and strange eyes and decide to become a ronin, that is, a repeat student."

"But the second time I prepared for the exam, I still failed. At this time, I looked at the ronin of the third wave and the fourth wave in the private school. I had a panic about the exam in history, and my heart was broken. It was useless to say anything. In the end, I couldn't bear my own pain. Suspicious, I chose to escape, abandoned my dignity and face, and went to Waseda holding back tears. I still remember that day after I wrote my name at the freshman report office, I cried into tears."

The dean listened with concern and mixed feelings, not because he was moved, he was born in Waseda, and he was still the first choice, and he had to go through a lot of hard work to pass the line.

"Every Japanese student suffers from the so-called major disease of the East. Of course there are emotional reasons, but the reason is that the political status of this school is invincible."

The headmaster turned his head slowly, with the lost youth hidden in his eyes.

"In the domestic civil service selection examination, 62.5% of the graduates from Dongda University have passed the total, which is almost a monopoly, especially in the Faculty of Law and Medicine. The word elite is tailored for this group of people. Shit is the real dragon gate, and if you jump over it, you can break the innate shackles. Do you understand?"

"I understand!" Yin Ze nodded vigorously.

"Takizawa-kun, just as the principal said, with your talent, you will definitely be able to achieve success. When you graduate from the Faculty of Law, it is not impossible to become a member of parliament after a few years with your photographic memory!" the dean said boldly.

"Ah, but I want to go to the literature department." Yin Ze scratched his head.

The dean was immediately furious, why don't you even know how to choose the ace major, and you are just about to persuade and beat.

"well said!"

A smile appeared on the principal's face, and he said loudly with great appreciation.

"Is it an elite to be an official? It's ridiculous! How can an elite be so narrow-minded! Do you have to be considered a laggard if you do real cultural research? The most important thing in human history is civilization!"

"That's not as good as...ah no, it's not worse, just change the target to Waseda and Keio directly. The funds of private universities are managed by consortiums, there is no performance statement, and they are more tolerant of literature, history and philosophy."

The obedient dean finally spoke out.

"And you can go to a private one, and most of the families are rich, so it's easier to find white, rich and beautiful friends."

"Are you kidding, how can I do it." The principal raised his head, showing a disdainful smile that belonged to the former god of learning, "As a national public institution, Dongda University is more difficult, and I have always been the most difficult exam!"

How dare you, a ronin, fail twice in front of me who belongs to Waseda like this!The dean dared not speak out.

"Young man, why did you choose to speak out your heart, and let this stubborn Mediterranean admit its sourness!" The principal strongly encouraged.

"I'm very rubbish in mathematics, so of course I choose liberal arts." Yin Ze answered truthfully.

The three looked at each other in silence.

"Actually, the math problems are not that difficult." The principal tried to brighten up the atmosphere.

"Appreciate further details."

"Let's go to the calculus part." The dean interjected.

"Calculus in the college entrance examination?!" Yin Ze turned pale with shock, turned to look at the door and prepared to run away.

"Why are young people so restless!"

The principal suddenly and coldly pursued and grabbed his sleeve, baring the fangs of an iron-blooded educator.

"The score of Dongda University is obtained by adding the unified examination and the school examination. It is not determined by one examination. The national unified examination examines basic subjects, and they are all multiple-choice questions. As long as you get more scores, you will have a big advantage!"

"Give me a score line for reference?" Yin Ze couldn't get rid of the control and had to ask.

"The full score of the unified examination is 900. If you take the test below 750..." the headmaster said in a low tone.