After the night fell completely, the teachers all went back to the office to rest, and the restless students started to work.
Less than half an hour into the night, and Hema was reciting history, suddenly a guy from the next class rushed into the classroom of Class B of the third year and shouted: "Morino from Class A confessed to Oi from Class C!"
With this voice, the attention of the boys who had been working hard in the class was mobilized. After a short silence, the boys rushed to the corridor while booing.
He Ma glanced at the chairman, and found that she had given up on stopping the boys at all, and just watched the boys rush out of the classroom, throwing all kinds of props on the ground.
"Is this okay?" He Ma asked.
"Even if I stop it, it's useless, isn't it?" The chairman asked back, "Anyway, the preparations can't be completed until the last moment and they are still struggling to catch up. This is also the regular start of the preparations for the cultural festival.
"To be honest, I have experienced five cultural festivals since I was in junior high school, and none of them have been able to complete all the preparations properly. In the end, I always rushed ducks to the shelves.
"I don't think the sixth will be an exception."
Mikako complained: "Danzi, you sound like an old man!"
He Ma noticed that the chairman's body froze for a moment, but he immediately returned to normal. The chairman said calmly, "Well, there is nothing you can do about it. After all, I am your mother."
"Did you actually recognize this setting directly?" Mikako continued to complain, "Then mom, I want to drink juice, give it to me!"
"Today, the canteen is open until ten o'clock, so go buy by yourself," said the chairman.
Although the school allows overnight stays, it is forbidden to leave the school after nightfall. In order to meet the needs of the students, the commissary will extend its business hours. In the afternoon, He Ma saw a small truck with restocking from the commissary driving into the school.
Mikako: "Sure enough, the response is the same as my mother's! Especially this impatient tone!"
Hema just wanted to tease the chairman with Mikako, and Honami Nanjo entered the classroom surrounded by three people from the craft club.
Because most of the people in the classroom went to watch the school romance drama between the two of Class A and Class C, at this time there were only Kazuma and the others in the entire classroom.
"Chairman, how is the finished product?" the craft club asked the chairman excitedly.
After all, she is the leader of the cultural festival activities in the class, and she needs to nod for the results.
The chairman pushed his glasses, looked Nanjo up and down carefully, and nodded: "Well, the heroic appearance is good, not bad."
At this time, Nanjo was wearing ancient men's clothing, but it was not entirely men's clothing. The people from the handicraft club added some designs that could reflect Nanjo's female signs.
Wearing this Nanjo, and wearing a bamboo hat and carrying a prop sword on her back, she looks like a heroic heroine.
One of the girls from the handicraft club expressed her creative thoughts: "Student Nanjo has such a good figure, even if it is pure men's clothing, as long as the belt is fastened, it can be easily seen as a woman.
"We originally planned to change it directly from the costumes of the Shinsengumi, but in the end we added some details that can highlight the identity of women."
Nanjo wasn't listening to the handicraft club's explanation at all, she just looked at Kazuma directly.
He Ma gave her a thumbs up: "Very beautiful, very beautiful."
Mikako lay down on the table: "We lost!"
One of the girls from the handicraft club saw Mikako like this, and immediately stepped forward: "We also made a set of clothes for Fujii-san."
"Eh? Me? I'm not from your class? I'm going to work at the fried noodle stand in our class."
"It's okay, anyway, there are still materials left, so let's do it."
"Is it made of leftover scraps? Or is it handy? I feel even more depressed when you say that. I am a human being, and I am sorry!"
Mikako complained with full firepower, and also brought a Kansai accent. But she should be a native of Kanto, Kansai dialect sounds weird.
"In terms of setting," the girls from the handicraft club were busy introducing their masterpieces, and the lazy Rimi Kako complained, "You are Miss Nanjo's maid, and the only person who knows the identities of both parties. You see Miss and her beloved sword against each other. , burning with anxiety."
Mikako looked at the clothes on display: "Hey, doesn't it look pretty good? It's specially made into a fake kimono for the convenience of wearing?"
Women's kimonos are very troublesome to wear, so now there are "fake kimonos" in Japan that are easy to wear. They just look like kimonos on the outside, but in fact, the layers of materials and belts are all sewn together. One suit is wrapped around the body, and one button is done.
It's the same idea as the simple tie that doesn't need a bow tie.
However, the Japanese are a bit poor and fastidious, and those "craftsmen" who rely on kimonos to eat by hand will not allow this modern product to steal their jobs, so this new thing was quickly wiped out.
But in the field of costumes, this thing is still kept because of its convenience.
After all, when filming, it is likely that a secondary character will have to change many sets of clothes a day to go through the motions, and it is impossible to use a formal kimono that is difficult to wear.
Kazuma saw that Mikako was eager to try, so he patted her on the shoulder: "You can change it, it won't bother you."
"Well, since Kazuma has said that." Mikako stood up, "Then I... hey, Kazuma, look at the playground!"
He Ma turned his head and looked out the window.
On the playground, it looked like someone was drawing something with a wheelbarrow that was used in gym class to draw lines on the playground.
Kazuma couldn't help frowning: At this time, I'm drawing things that look like Nascar paintings on the playground. Isn't this the plot in "The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya"
He stood up and leaned on the window sill to look out—it was too dark, but by the lights on the side of the teaching building, he could barely see that it was a girl who was drawing on the ground, her school uniform skirt and long braided hair swaying in the night wind .
At this time, she seemed to have run out of flowers, and Hema saw her throw the cart aside, and then lit the match.
She threw the match on the ground.
In the next moment, all the traces she had just painted with the wheelbarrow on the ground were ignited.
It turned out to be text.
The giant "favorite" on the playground is burning.
Fortunately, this is Japanese, and there are not many strokes in writing. If it is Chinese, she may not be able to write when she runs out of materials on the trolley.
Then the girl yelled at the teaching building: "Jiang! I'll answer it for you!
"I like you the most!"
Hema opened his mouth into an O shape. He never expected that this would be like the opening of the finale of "Autumn Memories 2" Shirakawa Yingxian.
Are you so young
Hema saw a boy rushing out of the teaching building like a rocket, and went straight to the jumping and shouting girl on the playground.
Behind the boy, a large group of people from the executive department of the student union took fire extinguishers to cover them up.
Immediately afterwards, Hema saw several figures in girls' uniforms also coming out of the teaching building, but they did not follow, but stood at the door of the teaching building in a posture of holding back the formation.
From the size of the chest, Kazuma boldly speculated that it was the new student council president Rinan Rina.
Nanjo and Mikako also squeezed into the window frame with Hema and looked towards the playground, so at this time, Hema could see the outline of their pectoralis major when he lowered his head.
In a rough comparison, He Ma has the upper hand
Mikako: "It's really youthful. I'm afraid the girl will be suspended from school and reflect on herself?"
Before the words fell, the entire teaching building cheered.
Because the boy kissed the girl in full view.
Nanjo: "Now, both of them have to suspend school to reflect."
"Isn't this a good time, let's take this opportunity to go on a date together." Mikako said in an envious tone, "Anyway, they are only sophomores in high school, and they still have time to squander. Speaking of which, Honami, you wanted to instigate Okada-san to add a kiss scene before!"
"I was joking."
"Really? I clearly think you are serious!"
These two people just argued with the horse across the road, and they both turned their bodies to face each other because of the need for dialogue.
He Ma suddenly felt that the school uniform pants were a little too small. After all, they were ordered in the freshman year of high school. Even if there was room for growth at that time, they couldn't be completely enough.
The chairman occupied the window next to the three of them by himself, looked at the noisy playground below, and muttered: "Although I expected the air to be full of hormones tonight, this is too hormonal."
**
Hanaba Takashi and Wakamiya Daisuke had just climbed over the school wall at this time, and were squatting behind the street trees planted by the wall.
"Did you get it? The window of Class B of the third year!"
Hanaba Takashi completely ignored what was happening on the playground, and his attention was all on the classroom of Class B of the third year.
"It was captured, sandwiched between two pairs of steamed buns of this size. Although Kiryu and Ma didn't do anything, the readers will give him a complete picture." Daisuke Wakamiya pressed the shutter repeatedly.
Photojournalists like them are the type who press the shutter desperately and never save the film. Only when the number of shots is large enough can they find one or two particularly fragrant photos among the huge number of unused photos.
Hanaba Takashi: "It's not enough, it's not enough! We will definitely be able to capture more exciting scenes. Especially after twelve o'clock at night.
"At that time, most of the students had gone to bed, and it was time for the teachers on night shifts to go back to the office for a drink, and the time for young people had officially begun."
Daisuke Wakamiya smiled "I understand".
Hanaba Takashi continued: "I have always felt that the design of summer school uniforms is so thin, which is deliberately done in order to increase the birth rate.
"When I was studying, I couldn't hold back the sight of the outlines of the underwear showing under the sweat-soaked clothes of the girls who came back from physical education class."
Daisuke Wakamiya couldn't help but stop shooting, and turned to look at his partner.
Hanaba Takashi continued: "I think the sailor suit is the best sexy costume. In the nightclubs I often go to, this is the most popular cross-dressing. These high school girls wear this kind of clothes all day in the sun, don't happen How is it possible?"
"Brother, this is not the first time I think you have a problem." Daisuke Wakamiya said straightforwardly.
After all, we have been partners and friends for so many years.
Hanaba Takashi snorted.
Now they are blocked by firefighters on the playground and can only hide under the trees.
However, as Takashi Hanabou said, the highlight of this infiltration was when it was eleven or twelve o'clock in the evening.
I don't need to care about where I lie down to pass the time now.
It's just that lying under the tree will save the big mosquitoes in autumn.
Daisuke Wakamiya stopped his hand from fiddling with the camera, and exerted force on his neck, fearing that a big mosquito would die and his hand would bleed.
**
That night, He Ma reviewed most of the handbook of the history test center, and under the supervision of the chairman, he made a paper to see the scores that can be obtained at this stage.
Then he played against Nanjo in a costume for a while.
Apart from leaving the classroom halfway to deal with the fight between the two boys, the chairman of the committee stared at Kazuma throughout the classroom.
Finally, it was time to turn off the lights for the overnight stay.
The chairman began to instruct the students staying in school to push aside all the desks and chairs, and spread the bedding rolls on the ground.
Although overnight stays are allowed in the Cultural Festival every year, the people in the class are still as excited as if they are sleeping with their classmates for the first time.
Mikako carried her bedding and rolled into the classroom of Class B, and everyone acted as if they hadn't seen her.
She rolled up the bedding and opened it next to He Ma, and said with a smile while making the bed: "This is the first time I have slept with He Ma."
"Do you have any ambiguity?"
"It's okay, no one will care about such details." Mikako said nonchalantly.
Nanjo: "Didn't the Kendo club go to the camp before?"
"No, because since we joined the kendo club in high school, we entered the National Conference for the first time this year. Without the National Conference, naturally there will be no strengthened dormitory. After all, Beige's is a very poor public school, and the funds for the dormitory It's going to be distributed to the clubs that made it to the national convention."
Nanjo nodded thoughtfully with an expression of knowing something new: "That's it."
Chiyoko also made the bedding, and then said to Nanjo: "I have slept with Nanjo-senpai several times. I have also slept with Nanjo-senpai in the same room."
"Yeah." Nanjo nodded, "When Chiyoko was in her first year of junior high school, she would roll out the quilt at night, and I covered her up."
Chiyoko blushed.
Mikako: "Chiyoko's first year of junior high school... Isn't that when we were in the first year of high school? Have I lost since then?"
"No, I met Kazuma a few times at that time, but I didn't leave a deep impression on him. I just regarded him as 'Chiyoko's brother', and I didn't even remember his face. However, I remember that When Kazuma sees me, he will become very shy."
Nanjo paused, and added: "Most boys will become very shy when they see me."
"I think they just don't know where to look with their eyes," Hema jumped out to explain to the male compatriots, "Look at the face, it's too beautiful, it will be embarrassing, lower your eyes, and you will see even more embarrassing things …”
Nanjo smiled happily.
Mikako touched herself: "Actually, I'm not bad, am I?"
Chiyoko: "Mikako-senpai has a girl-next-door aura, the kind of girl next door who will come to hook up with boys, so the boys will all regard you as good brothers."
Meijiazi curled her lips: "Cut, what about the eggs?"
She turned to look at the eggs.
Following this question, everyone also turned their heads.
The chairman was standing in front of the window, looking at the starry sky, holding thick-rimmed glasses in his hand.
She has a restrained charm when she takes off her glasses.
He Ma: "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." The chairman shook his head, "I just think the moonlight today is really beautiful."
He Ma turned his head and looked out the window, and he saw the full moon in the sky.
Speaking of which, this date, converted into the Chinese lunar calendar, is roughly equivalent to around the Mid-Autumn Festival on August 15th
So it is normal to have such a round moon.
Looking at Yuanyue, He Ma was suddenly overwhelmed by homesickness.
How to say it in Tang poetry, raise your head to look at the bright moon, lower your head to think about your hometown.
He Ma suddenly wanted to eat moon cakes.
If the memory of my parents in the previous life is correct, my father should have just met the mother of the women's basketball team in the factory basketball team at this time.
He Ma suddenly wanted to cross the ocean, to witness the romantic youth of his parents, and to see his own birth - and he didn't know whether this somewhat misplaced parallel time and space would give birth to himself.
He Ma also wanted to go back and take a look at the boiler room in the factory compound, and the carambola grove that he and his father walked through when they went fetching water when they were young.
He wants to witness the end of the dual-track system and the withdrawal of food tickets from the stage of history.
He wanted to go fishing with his dad—in the days when the pay and display system was canceled, meat and fish depended on getting up early, and most of the time they couldn't get them.
So my father took the fishing rod, sang "Nanniwan", and took Xiao Hema to "respond to the call to make a living by yourself".
This situation did not gradually change until the vegetable basket project started.
The waves of memories are surging, and the deep nostalgia hits Hema.
He wanted to go back and see the motherland that had just escaped the catastrophe, the dilapidated hometown that many people detested, and her dirty face.
Standing in front of the window with the horse, looking up at the bright moon, he took out the harmonica.
He is already proficient in operating the harmonica. After all, he has practiced it for nearly a hundred days from the beginning to the present.
He put the harmonica to his lips, and without thinking, he began to play "I Love You China" by Wang Leather Pants.
Whenever I feel pain I want you to hold me tight
touch my soul like you always do
Whenever I am confused, you give me a kind of warmth
like someone's arms around my shoulders
Sometimes I'm lonely and helpless like a stone rolling down a hill
But just thinking of your name always brings me back
Sometimes I lose my way like a stray swallow in the sky
But as long as I think of your existence, I will no longer feel afraid
I love you Chinese beloved mother
I cry for you and I'm proud of you
…
Blowing and blowing, there was too much snot and tears, and the tone of the harmonica changed. He Ma could only put down the harmonica and wanted to wipe it.
The three girls immediately handed out their handkerchiefs, but Kazuma wiped them boldly with the sleeves of his school uniform.
The only chairman who didn't hand over a handkerchief asked, "Who is this song for?"
"To mother." He Ma replied without hesitation, "My dear mother."
"That's it." The chairman looked up at the moon, "It's really a beautiful song, and you can feel the bursting emotions. Your emotions will definitely be conveyed."
Kazuma also looked up at the sky.
In his previous life, he didn't really like to go home and listen to his parents nagging, and he didn't take the meaning of reunion during the Mid-Autumn Festival very seriously.
It may be because in that era, the Internet eliminated distance.
Hema in the Internet age has never experienced what is nostalgia.
Now he really experienced it.
Sure enough, even if the skin had been changed, what was beating under the chest was still a pure heart of a child.
He Ma silently added one item to his future goals: I want to go back to China to have a look, even if I go back as an international friend.