the next day.
noon.
During recess, Hema borrowed an empty classroom—Japanese schools seem to have quite a lot of such empty classrooms. It is said that when the school was rebuilt after the war, it was planned according to the birth rate of the post-war baby boom. So many classrooms.
So the empty classroom has become a stage for all kinds of "after-school stories".
In the classroom, Hema held the harmonica and replayed the melody of "The Story You Don't Know" upside down.
"Suddenly changed from an ethereal style to a pop song?" Nanjo looked at Kazuma suspiciously, "Your music style is a bit big."
Before arguing with Ma, the chairman said: "He has no formal training in composition, and he doesn't even understand music theory. For him, such things as style have no meaning at all. He just plays out the melody that emerges in his heart. "
He Ma wanted to give the chairman a big compliment, so he didn't even have to think about reasons in the future.
Nanjo accepted the chairman's statement - because it sounded very reasonable.
She looked down at the scores she picked up, and then handed them to the chairman: "Come on, let's combine our scores."
One person may make mistakes, and comparing the scores of two people can correct the mistakes.
Of course, the best way is to have three people compose scores together, but unfortunately Mikako doesn't understand music.
The bored Mikako said to Kazuma: "Why are you writing songs again all of a sudden?"
"Last night, I watched the stars with Chiyoko. I recalled the scene of watching the stars in the past, and expressed my feelings."
As he spoke, he sang the words he recalled along with the melody.
The two who were reading the scores stopped and looked at Kazuma.
After singing with the horse—actually the second stanza of the original lyrics—Nanjo clapped his hands: "It's really good, but can we still see the Summer Night Triangle now?"
"It feels like something is wrong to fill in the autumn quadrilateral."
In fact, He Ma was afraid that he would be self-defeating if he used his poor Chinese proficiency to change the Japanese words blindly.
Mikako: "This is a song written for Chiyoko, I always feel so envious."
Nanjo nodded silently: "Yes."
Mikako: "What are you envious of? Don't you have a song? The place of the star can't be for me, can it?"
"No," Hema shook his head, "The location of the stars is what I wrote when I wanted to."
"Then Chiyoko is the first one." Mikako stretched her waist, and then lay down on the table, "I'm even more envious! But compared to us, Chiyoko is a blood relative who really depends on each other, so I understand."
Nanjo smiled and said, "Chiyoko, she's so cute. I want to have a sister like that too."
"Hey, Nanjo, you inadvertently exposed your wolf ambition." Mikako lay on the desk, looking at Nanjo with a smirk.
Her cheeks showed their softness to the fullest, fitting the table perfectly.
Nanjo: "I'm just stating the facts. Chiyoko is really cute. She must be a super beautiful woman in her third year of high school. She is also obedient and smart."
He laughed with the horse, and he couldn't help but think of the fight with the stubborn Chiyoko when he first crossed.
At that time, Chiyoko didn't seem obedient or clever at all.
Mikako: "Hey, someone showed a disgusting smile."
"What's wrong with me? Isn't it normal for me to smile when my proud sister is praised?"
"Is He Ma a younger sister?" The chairman who had been checking the score suddenly joined the conversation, "It seems that this kind of element has become popular recently. I read new serials in manga magazines, and many of them have their own younger sisters."
"No, I'm not a sister control." He Ma hastily denied it.
The chairman drew rests on the score, and then handed it to Kazuma: "Okay! It should be almost the correct score, and you can take it back to praise your dear sister."
"Thank you." He Ma glanced at the music score. With his current level of reading music, he could barely know how to play against the music score, and he couldn't see the melody in his mind like those real musicians.
Kazuma put away the sheet music carefully, and said with a smile, "Chiyoko will be happy."
The chairman shrugged: "Student union election in the afternoon, it's almost time to go to the auditorium. Let's go."
Only then did the group stand up, picked up the empty lunch box, and left the classroom.
**
afternoon.
Shigeru Ikeda returned to the dojo after school early.
Today was one of the few days when he didn't arrange to go back to work after school. He was going to make good use of the time and review until the master and the others came back, before starting today's kendo practice.
Shigeru Ikeda was about to push open the door of the yard when he suddenly found a small note stuck on the letter box at the door.
Because the Kiryu family had no money, they only subscribed to the morning newspaper, and the morning newspaper would be taken away by Chiyoko every morning and put on the newspaper rack in the house.
Because Kazuma and Chiyoko are not used to reading newspapers, these newspapers will become materials for wrapping various things in the future.
On the contrary, after Shigeru Ikeda came, he would flip through the newspaper from time to time—because the teacher said that reading more newspapers can improve his Chinese and history scores.
Shigeru Ikeda didn't care if he was right or not, anyway, it wouldn't take much time to follow suit.
There was a piece of paper on the letter box that should have been empty, and Shigeru Ikeda instinctively felt that something was wrong.
He reached out to take off the slip of paper, and unfolded it to read the content on it.
A few lines of words were spelled out on the piece of paper: Your father is in our hands. If you don’t want him to die, don’t call the police. Come to this address: *****
Shigeru Ikeda was speechless, crumpled up the piece of paper and was about to throw it away, but suddenly thought of something and stopped.
He unfolded the piece of paper again, glanced at the address above and murmured, "Can I call the police and provide this address to the police?"
Without saying a word, Shigeru Ikeda took out the key to open the gate of the courtyard and the house, and went straight to the landline on the shoe cabinet.
But when he was short of the last number to broadcast the emergency call, he hesitated.
What if, what if the opposite party really kills that bastard Ikeda Naoto just because the police came
A voice howled in Shigeru Ikeda's head, "Wouldn't that be great?" "Didn't you always want to kill this scum before?"
Yes, Shigeru Ikeda had thought of killing that scum countless times.
He had seen TV reports that if he killed someone when he was young, he would most likely be sentenced to a juvenile detention center and would not be executed.
So he wanted to save his mother countless times.
But in the end, he lacked courage.
Then he gets to the age where killing comes at an adult price.
The reason why he wanted to be a villain and wanted to be an extreme way was because he wanted to make himself more courageous.
After all, you see, Jidao are all handsome and brave men.
And now, Shigeru Ikeda has no doubt that he has gained courage.
True courage.
Courage from the Master.
Be a hero of courage.
If I had such courage back then, Naoto Ikeda, the bastard, would have been dead for a long time.
Now, let him die like this, what's wrong