I interpret life in Tokyo

Mai Sakurajima gently held the frightened deer's hand, feeling the coolness of the pink-haired girl's palm, "This is screening. People do not need the affirmation of others to live in this world."

"You just need to be yourself and show your sincerity. When students see the real you, they will definitely be willing to be friends with you."

"This is Nishida Orange's suggestion." Mai Sakurajima blinked mischievously.

The pink-haired girl smiled softly, her face was rosy, and she whispered, "But, I also like what Hiroshi Kitahara should do."

Mai Sakurajima smiled resolutely, "Hiroshi Kitahara belongs to Orange Nishida, and no one can take it away."

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During the repayment period, one more chapter will be updated on the basis of the original one, and it will be released in the afternoon and evening, lasting for nine days

Chapter 11 Word Spirit·Setsuna

Miyamoto Kendo Hall, according to legend, is the famous Japanese swordsman, Miyamoto Musashi.

It has been passed down for a hundred years, and the current head of the family is named Miyamoto Wenming. The name looks more gentle, but in fact Miyamoto Wenming is tall and has a terrifying muscular figure similar to Fanma Yujiro.

The alias of Miyamoto civilization is an insurmountable barrier.

The high school girls with bamboo knives on their backs sat together, chattering in low voices. Among them was Miyamoto Fumimoto's daughter who was attending high school at Toyosaki Academy, and she was also the head of the school's Kendo Club.

"Hey, Wen Nai, who is that person who is confronting your father? His back looks so chic."

"I don't know, I don't know."

The girl replied sternly, with the neat demeanor of a samurai in her voice. She originally wanted to borrow the kendo venue opened by her family with her staff, but she saw this confrontation scene just as she opened the door.

If she hadn't seen the slightest murderous look on her father's face, the girl would almost have thought that the father was here to kick the gym.

The young man let out a breath slowly, the hand holding the bamboo knife was as strong as cast iron, motionless.

He feels oppression like a humanoid beast all the time.

The heavy pressure of each blow forced him to retreat step by step, one step at a time.

What he learned was not the Niten Ryu used by Miyamoto Musashi. Modern kendo competitions do not allow players to carry two bamboo swords on stage.

What he is studying now is the Beichen Yidao style, which was popular in the Edo period and produced many celebrities under the genre.

"Drink!"

Yujiro Fanma yelled loudly, and the bamboo knife slammed down on his head with lightning speed, before the sword arrived, a fierce battlefield atmosphere rushed towards his face. He has no way to retreat!

He slowly narrowed his sea-blue eyes, which gradually turned into scorching golden pupils!

Yan Ling · Moment.

Being able to increase their own speed exponentially, people with such a bloodline usually use guns to fight, but there are also some who like to use cold weapons to fight - just like the teenagers at this time.

Two steps of instant, four times the speed!

The boy quickly raised the knife to block, and the speed was so fast that one could not help thinking that in the Edo period when the people were desperate and people would die if they were killed, the young man who was assassinated suddenly used the Iai with his backhand. As colorful as petals.

"Bah!"

The swords intersected, the cherry blossoms danced, and the petals fell into the sky.

The bamboo knife was picked up by Miyamoto Wenming. The young man who had just imagined the second battle scene in his mind couldn't support his legs. He sat cross-legged on the ground and panted. He took off his helmet, and sweat oozed from his amazingly handsome face. , the sun shone, shining on the boy's fair skin, making the kendo girls who were discussing in low voices collectively swallow their saliva.

The youthful spirit rushing towards their faces made the kendo girls fantasize, and in an instant they made up a Mary Su Wen.

"That's right, you've achieved such results after only one week of study." Miyamoto Wenming nodded, with no emotion on his stern face, "In time, your achievements should not be underestimated. You learned swordsmanship very quickly, but you still Missing the vital - physical strength."

"Thank you for your advice."

The boy knelt down and bowed to salute sincerely.

Miyamoto Wenming nodded slowly, and walked slowly to his daughter and her friends from the Kendo Department, "Today's private training course is over, you can use it as you like."

"Ah... ok."

Gong Bennai was stunned for a moment, and it was not difficult to find that her face was slightly flushed, which was not clear.

Martial arts practitioners observe everything around them very carefully. Miyamoto Mingming narrowed his eyes and followed the direction of his daughter's eyes to catch a glimpse of the kendo boy who was packing up his things behind him, and then looked away indifferently.

Heh, little boy, do you want to date my daughter?Hit me to talk!

With a bamboo knife, he passed by the kendo girls with stars in their eyes. The boy took a towel into the bathroom, took a shower, dried his hair, and carried the heavy schoolbag in the storage cabinet on his back. The footsteps are brisk under the spring breeze of the moon.

There is no audition life, no need to compete with others for life and death, and there is no competition between different firms. This kind of ordinary life makes the boy feel that he is going to school for the first time and that he is spending his youth.

The real student life is nothing more than this.

The boy has already experienced making up lessons for other people's children. Those children are not hopeless, but their grades are just a little below the average.

The object of making up lessons today should not be worse than this, right?

Now he is known as Ichiro Kimura, Yuichi Sakai's favorite student, and Zhao Zilong from Changshan Chiba Prefecture, a freshman in the Faculty of Economics of Tokyo University-he is not yet a leader.

Presumably Mr. Sakai arranged for him an unusually easy job, allowing him to make money even while lying down.

Yesterday he sent a very formal email to the contact person of the make-up student, who disappeared after giving the address.

The boy sat on the subway that was going to be in the evening rush hour a few hours from Bunkyo District to Minato District.

Well, everyone in the Minato area knows that the private Shuchiin Academy is located here, one of the wealthy districts in Tokyo, the people who live here are either rich or expensive, and the students who come to him for tutoring are probably the same.

After getting off the subway and walking a few steps, the boy searched for the address, walked across the green grass like water lilies and Japanese bridges, and stopped in front of a slightly familiar tower.

"..."

The boy glanced at the address and confirmed it again.

Pressing the doorbell, he took the elevator up at a high speed. The boy's eyes were calm, and his hands tightly clenched the bamboo knife bag.

Door open.

"...Ehhhhhh? Is it Sakakibara-senpai?"

A strong wind blows and the door closes.

Taking advantage of the right time, place and people, as well as the noisy wind, the boy took a step back and thought carefully about what offended Mr. Sakai. Could it be that he became Mr. Sakai's Zhu Ling?

"Ah... I'm sorry." Nakano Kazuka poked her head out from behind the door, her eyes were full of surprises, surprises, happiness and satisfaction, "Hehe, the world is so small, I didn't expect Sakakibara-senpai to be our tutor."

"It's really a coincidence."

The boy stopped his slander, nodded calmly with a smile, "Nakano-san, why don't we go in and talk?"

"Eh? Okay, okay!"

Nakano Kazuka hurriedly made way for the boy, happily brought a pair of guest slippers for the boy, and invited him to the center of the living room.

Here, there are four other girls who look similar to Kazuka Nakano.

Sakakihara Kaede put the bamboo knife aside, put the backpack on the ground, took out a few thick textbooks at the same time, nodded to the other girls, looked at Nakano Kazuka, and grinned, "This is... a parent forum? ? Everyone wants to know about Nakano-san's learning progress?"

It can be seen from the appearance that these girls are the younger sisters of Nakano Kazuka, and understanding the progress of the older sister's studies is also one of the means to increase the relationship between sisters.

Although it was a joke, the five girls couldn't laugh.

The boy coughed lightly, and nodded to the other girls after sitting down, "Let me introduce myself, my name is Kaede Sakakibara, a first-year student in the Faculty of Economics, University of Tokyo, and I will work as a tutor for Nakano-san in the future."

Nakano Kazuka sensed the glowing eyes of her younger sister beside her, and carefully explained in a low voice: "Sakakibara-senpai, that... the cram school has already started."

The boy was caught off guard and fell silent. After a while, he continued, "So, Nakano-san and the four younger sisters all need tutoring, right? What grade are you in now?"

"They're all seniors." Nakano Kazuka whispered.

"We all want to do well in university, just like Sakakibara-senpai." The second daughter said, staring at the boy's face.

"It's just...the results are not satisfactory." The three women stated calmly.

"Ahaha, yes." The four girls echoed.

"Ah! Mo——the five of us all need tutoring, that's what it means!" The five girls slapped the table in despair.

The boy took the tea brought by Nakano Yihua, took a sip and asked: "Before making up the class, I would like to ask how your grades are? Based on the grades, I need to make a corresponding study plan to help you accept the knowledge points as soon as possible. After all, you are in the third year of high school, and you all want to be admitted to a good university. Senior three, you know everything, time is precious!"

Nakano Kazuka blushed so hard that she couldn't lift it up, and muttered, "That...Sakakibara-senpai, my younger sisters... are all about the same as me."

Click!

a bolt from the blue.

On the distant city wall, a huge steaming figure appeared. He slowly stretched out his huge hand to hit the city wall, and as he moved, he spewed out scorching mist.

Or enter a completely stealth game world, locked in the game, and be told that you can't leave until you pass the level. Death in the game is equal to death in reality.

Or a big bald man, with the corners of his mouth raised ferociously, and after being persuasive and persuasive, he finally let out a thunderbolt, let me see!

It was a world where the Dao had disappeared.

"...Senior, Sakakibara-senior?" Nakano Kazuka looked at the boy worriedly, and said in a low voice, "Senior, are you okay? Are you too tired, can you rest for a while and then make up lessons?"

The boy suddenly got up from the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, he looked around blankly.

"Cough cough."

After drinking a glass of water, the boy came back to his senses. He nodded to Kazuka Nakano, indicating that he was fine.

"Sorry." The boy crossed his fingers on the table, "Before the tutoring, I would like to ask the five of you about your future aspirations, what kind of university you want to go to, and I will customize a corresponding study plan according to the university you want to go to. "

"I, I, I, I want to be admitted to the University of Tokyo!" Nakano Kazuka raised his hand high and swayed back and forth.

The boy didn't take her words as a joke, but nodded seriously, "I think the University of Tokyo can be the goal, and of course several other well-known private universities can be considered. Nakano-san is good at science, right?"

"Eh...Eh?" Nakano Kazuka originally wanted to stir up the atmosphere, but unexpectedly the boy took it seriously.

"I think it's not that Nakano-san is not good at learning, but that he hasn't found a way to learn." The boy softly expressed his gratitude to the second daughter who refilled a glass of water for her. Not someone who is not good at learning—on the contrary, Nakano-san, you have very positive and powerful feedback on the mastery of acting skills and the requirements given by supervision.”

"Eh!"

Nakano Kazuka covered his feverish face with such praise from the senior who was regarded as an idol in his heart.

"Then let's start. Tell us the university you want to go to and the subjects you are good at. Let's chat today and assign homework next time." The boy spread his hands, signaling to others not to be restrained, and to speak freely.

I heard that the five girls have changed schools many times, and now they are studying in the private Toyosaki Academy. Considering the slightly open school spirit and the free learning environment, it is a good choice.

It is something that exists in real life to work hard for a year to be admitted to a prestigious school, and to turn salty fish over. If you grit your teeth and work hard, and study hard for the last year, you will indeed be able to successfully counterattack-in the end it all depends on the determination of the person.

After listening to their self-introductions, the boy customized a rough study plan—that’s what tutoring is like, and it is necessary to tailor supplementary lessons for students so that he can keep up with the progress and be called an excellent teacher.

The goals of the five were surprisingly consistent, and the five pointed at the University of Tokyo.

Among them, Nakano Nino, Nakano Sanjiu and Nakano Yotsuba are good at liberal arts, Nakano Kazuka and Nakano May are good at science—although they are good at it, but looking at their test papers full of red ticks, the boy still feels a headache big.