Fang Chun's reporter Takashi Hanabha and cameraman Daisuke Wakamiya lay in ambush at the gate of Beige's High School for another two days.
"There will definitely be results tonight." On the afternoon of the third day, Takashi Hanabou said to Daisuke Wakamiya while making cup noodles. , We will sneak in when the time is later."
"Understood." Daisuke Wakamiya replied while putting the compact camera into a bag that was much smaller than the camera bag he usually carried.
There are also pinhole cameras, Polaroids, anyway, Daisuke Wakamiya has everything that can be used to secretly take pictures.
After all, they are the ace paparazzi of the weekly magazine Fang Chun, and they are experts in digging up black material.
Many of the bonuses for digging up black materials before have been converted into equipment.
At this time, outside the car, the students who were going to stay at the school tonight began to return to school one after another after dinner, and the entire teaching building of Beige's High School was uncharacteristically brightly lit.
Usually at this time, only the teacher's office and the janitor's duty room are left with lights in the teaching building.
Suddenly, Daisuke Wakamiya patted Hanaba Takashi on the shoulder: "Hey, is that a member of the Kiryu and Horse Harem group?"
Hanaba Takashi looked up at his partner, followed his gaze, and sure enough, he saw the braided girl with glasses and big breasts standing at the school gate, looking up to the northwest, wondering what she was looking at.
The light of the setting sun reflected on her glasses, making both lenses sparkle, making it impossible to see the expression under the lenses at all.
Hanabang Takashi glanced at the northwest sky, there was nothing but two fire clouds.
"What is she looking at?" Hanaba Takashi asked his partner suspiciously.
"I don't know, maybe I'm just admiring the sunset?"
At this time, the braided glasses girl had finished watching and continued to walk towards the school gate.
"Speaking of which, she didn't act together with Kiryu and Ma?" Daisuke Wakamiya continued to mutter, "I thought the four of them would always stick together like Siamese twins."
Takashi Hanabou was also speechless, he suddenly thought of a question: "When did she leave school?"
"I don't know, but the school is so lively today, there are so many students coming in and out, and the back door is open for students to use at will. It's normal for us to miss it."
"Hush, stop talking, take a picture!" Takashi Hanabou interrupted Daisuke Wakamiya, pointing out of the car window, "Hurry up and take a picture! That's Kiryu's younger sister!"
Kiryu and Ma's younger sister, Kiryu Chiyoko, arrived at the gate of Beigeshi High School on a handsome young man's bicycle.
Chiyoko jumped out of the car, said a few words to the boy, and then ran into the school gate with a small bundle that might be a bento box.
The teacher from Beigeshi High School who was guarding the door greeted Chiyoko, obviously knowing that she was coming.
"This boy is a boy who lives in the dojo! Did you just take a picture?"
"I took it, but it's useless. I looked very carefully with the lens. The girl kept a good distance. Not only can't you get the feeling you want, but it will make people think that they are like brothers and sisters, and they have a sense of family. smell."
Hanaba Takashi was speechless.
Wakamiya Daisuke can't even get the feeling of peachy, then it is too pure.
You must know that my partner is so skilled that he can shoot the scene where ordinary colleagues meet by chance in the coffee room while making coffee and talking, like an expert who is having an affair.
Hanafo Takashi was able to squeeze out the previous chief reporter, all thanks to the excellent performance of his partner.
That's right, real paparazzi don't just use those tricks on celebrities.
"Maybe we can take the route of praising the beauty and purity of youth?" Daisuke Wakamiya suggested, "We basically don't publish this kind of thing, maybe readers will find it very novel if we come here once in a while?"
"Don't be stupid, what our readers want to see is the kind..." Takashi Hanabou suddenly stopped talking, because he saw the male student who had just brought Chiyoko Kiryu over, and came back after a while.
He instinctively had a bad feeling.
Sure enough, the boy stopped beside their car and knocked on the window.
Hanaba Takashi mobilized the expression on his face, and calmly rolled down the window: "What's the matter?"
"Just now, did you secretly take pictures of my senior sister? Stealing pictures is illegal."
"We are journalists," Takashi Hanabou showed his weekly magazine Bunharu credentials, as well as his login credentials from the Japan Journalists Association, "We guarantee that these photos will not be used in commercial situations. We have the right to choose suitable photos as news photos..."
"But my senior sister is under the age of fifteen, and it is illegal to publish her photo on any news media. Similarly, her name cannot appear in news reports."
The boy who looked like a bad boy said solemnly.
Hanaba Takashi and Wakamiya Daisuke looked at each other.
"Under the age of fifteen, okay." Daisuke Wakamiya sighed.
"Please destroy the negatives." The boy continued to say in a serious tone, "If you have any legal questions, you can call Gumei Law Firm."
Daisuke Wakamiya glanced at Takashi Hanafa, who made an impatient gesture.
So Daisuke Wakamiya took out the film from the camera and handed it to the boy.
The young man took the small cylinder containing the film and broke the cylinder in half as soon as he exerted force. The film was exposed to the setting sun and died instantly.
"Thank you for your cooperation." The boy said while gathering the destroyed negatives into a lump, throwing them into the trash can next to him, and then rode away on his bicycle.
Hanaba Takashi looked at the boy's disappearing figure: "What the hell?"
Daisuke Wakamiya: "I thought I was going to be beaten up, but it turned out not to be. Kiryu's apprentice, shouldn't he be a fighting school?"
"You actually moved that Gumei law firm out... Be careful when you go in to take pictures later, so that you don't take pictures of Kiryu's sister." Takashi Hanabou warned.
"Sometimes I wonder whether we are more hateful or those legal jackals are more hateful."
"Don't think about these things, hurry up and get ready, we're going to do something big tonight." Takashi Hanabou patted his partner on the shoulder and urged.
At this time, the loudspeaker of the district office in the distance began to play Dvořák's "From the New World".
The voice sounded very far away, as if it would disappear at any moment.
After all, as Sumitomo Construction's old city renovation project started, more and more district offices' speakers were turned off.
It is estimated that the music that urges the children to go home and reminds them of the time of the devil will not be heard in Guernsey District soon.
**
Kiryu and Ma stretched themselves against the sunset in front of their classroom windows: "It's Dvořák, every time I hear this song, I feel shuddering."
In many Japanese urban legends and horror stories, Dvořák's "From the New World" is used as a means to heighten the horror atmosphere.
I don't know why Mikako, who was in Kazuma's class, nodded and said: "Yeah, I also think this song is sometimes weird. I obviously don't think so when I listen to the symphony version. The re-arranged version played by the district office is too hell .”
At this time, the chairman said: "This song is composed like this to remind the listeners that the time for mortals is over, and the time for demons and monsters has come. Let everyone go home quickly."
"But for Tokyo now, it's clear that the nightlife hasn't even started at this time. Tokyo is a city that never sleeps like New York." Mikako said, "Wouldn't it be wrong to play such a song from the underworld?"
"So many places in Tokyo are not letting go. It should be said that there is no way to let go." The chairman shrugged.
"Then what should we do if we encounter demons and monsters?" Mikako asked suspiciously.
"You can sing this song." The chairman cleared his throat and began to sing:
pass りゃんせ pass りゃんせ
pass, pass
ここはどこの精道じゃ
where is this path
Tenjin 様 の Hosomichi
This is the path of God
ちょっと通して下しゃんせ
gently pass to the opposite side
Mikako: "Isn't this a nursery rhyme?"
"There are a lot of nursery rhymes, which were originally taught to help children escape from danger." The chairman said in a popular science tone, "so often when encountering strange things, he hums nursery rhymes without looking back. Just go straight."
"Is that okay?" Mikako was shocked, "You feel like ghosts are easy to fool when you say that."
"I also read it from spiritual magazines, it may not be effective."
"It doesn't necessarily work, damn it!" Mikako dutifully played the role of complaining.
He Ma paid attention to the song the chairman sang just now. The lyrics of this song sounded too similar to "take off your sandals, take off your sandals" in Chinese, which made him want to laugh.
It has been more than half a year since crossing with the horse, and it is reasonable to say that I am used to thinking in Japanese, but at this time, I still come out of Chinese.
It shows that some old habits brought over from the previous life are not so easy to change.
Now that he is in an emergency, he still speaks his mother tongue in his previous life from time to time.
Fortunately, no one will notice such details in an emergency.
At this time, Nanjo and Chiyoko who went to the bathroom came back together.
"Brother, I'm here, and I brought a midnight snack!"
Because Chiyoko was a little worried at home alone, Kazuma went to the school, and easily got the school to allow Chiyoko to come and spend the night together.
As for Amao, He Ma is not very worried. After all, he has a hard life, even if he is targeted, He Ma will be able to save him in time.
He Ma faintly felt that if his apprentice practiced for another two years, he might have to dismantle the group by himself.
"Come on, bro, I brought rice balls for supper, you can eat them while you work."
A boy in the class shouted: "Do we have a share too?"
"Yes, yes! After all, the material fee is paid out of your class fee, and everyone has a share!" Chiyoko said with a smile.
He Ma: "I haven't heard about the class fee?"
"Think about who is managing the class fees." Mikako reminded him.
He Ma glanced at the chairman: "You...is this considered corruption?"
"I did the accounting, and I also asked Chiyoko to keep the receipt when purchasing. This is a completely legal expenditure."
Nanjo: "Although it is a completely legal expenditure, the beneficiary is my affiliated company. It is precisely because of this kind of thing that my father desperately wanted to marry me to the second son of the senator."
When she said that, there happened to be a classmate who came to pick up the rice balls distributed by Chiyoko. When she heard this, her eyes widened, and her face was filled with the meaning of "Is the thing you are talking about too high-end?"
"Nanjo-san!" Tagani-san entered the classroom, "Your clothes are ready!"
Although Nanjo said that he could use his own kimono as a costume for performing martial arts, he was rejected by Tian Gu, who was in charge of large props in the drama club, and three other female students from the handicraft club.
It is said that it has something to do with their dignity or something.
Anyway, as long as the exposure is not high, it doesn't matter to the horse.
The point is that the exposure should not be too high.
It's best to wrap it tightly.
Nanjo stood up: "Okay, I'll go there now, are you going to the home economics classroom?"
"That's right, there is an area where girls try on clothes. Many people are trying on clothes. The three of them will accompany you there." Classmate Tian Gu pointed to the female students from the handicraft club beside him.
"Nanjo-san, we have made the best costume that won't shame your beauty!" One of the female students from the handicraft club said excitedly.
They were very excited when they took Nanjo's measurements a few days ago, and Kazuma could hear them discussing "perfect body" and "better than a model" when passing by them.
Recalling the discussion of the trio in the craft club, Kazuma couldn't help but look at Nanjo.
Indeed, ballet and kendo training have given her a supermodel-like figure.
Kazuma suddenly had the urge to peek at Nanjo and change his clothes.
Then his view was blocked by the chairman's stomach—and Ma was sitting now, so he could see the stomach just right.
Although it is a bit cold in autumn now, North Geshi University has not changed its winter clothes. The hem of the chairman's summer dress is obviously a bit short, and you can see the elastic band of the pleated skirt of the sailor suit and a little bit of skin on the stomach.
This looming belly is more intriguing than directly showing the navel.
Hema raised his head, his eyes passed over the chief culprit who made the hem of the chairman's clothes look a little short, and then he met the chairman's gaze.
"You are not allowed to go, take this time to recite history."
The history test paper of the entrance examination of Dongda University covers a very wide range, and there are a lot of rote memorization content.
Hema nodded, and took out the pocketbook made by the chairman from the drawer.
This is already the number of handbooks I have ever carried on horseback.
The chairman sneezed, then went to his place and picked up the fur coat to put on himself.
While schools haven't changed their winter clothes yet, teachers won't be averse to students using workarounds to cope with the changing weather.
It is a common practice for girls to put a sweater on the outside like this.
As for boys - the cold is of course to be dealt with by nature!
There is no rule in the school that you can no longer wear clothes, but if everyone has short sleeves and you wear a jacket, then just wait to be laughed at.
Mikako looked at the Chairman who had put on his coat and came back: "I didn't expect you to be cute when you sneezed. I can't do it anymore. When I usually sneeze..."
Halfway through the talk, Mikako seemed to have a sore nose, and the next moment she sneezed, and the snot flew far away. Fortunately, Hema Yanji quickly grabbed the curtain next to her to block it.
Mikako: "Look, that's how I sneeze."
"When you realize that you can't stop sneezing, you need to control your breath consciously, so that you can squeeze the sneeze into a cute sneeze." The chairman explained with a smile, "Nanjo must have received corresponding training Yamato Nadeko can't be so rude when he sneezes."
Mikako sighed: "It's hard work being Yamato Nadeko, and Kazuma gave me a tissue."
Kazuma took several tissues from the tissue box in front of him and stuffed them to Mikako.
At this time, the last ray of sunset light outside the window also disappeared, and night finally came.
But the feeling in the school is even more restless.