At this time, not only the girls are listening to the harmonica played by He Ma.
In fact, the entire classroom is listening.
After all, the sound of the harmonica is not directional.
The full feelings of He Ma are also conveyed to all listeners along with the melody of the music.
So in the classroom where the lights had been turned off and there were only emergency lights and flashlights, someone suddenly sobbed.
"What's wrong?" Someone asked immediately.
"I thought about my grandma who passed away."
Hema looked back in surprise, and found that all the students in the classroom were overwhelmed by the tune he just played.
This makes Kazuma feel a bit strange, because when he just played, he just wanted to express his inner feelings.
He didn't try to impress other people, he just played the lyrics with notes on the harmonica.
He wasn't even sure if it sounded good or not.
After all, it just uses the notes of the harmonica to replace the libretto and spell out the melody.
But looking at the reactions of the students now, the effect is quite good
And even blew one up
But He Ma thought, I am more concerned about my family and country. I am missing the motherland that raised me. I want to witness her getting up from the mud and moving towards revival. After hearing this, you think of the dead grandma again. What the hell
At this time, Kazuma saw Okada Anri coming with a flashlight: "I am very touched."
"When you say you are moved, can you stop shining your flashlight on your face from the direction of your chin, it looks like you are telling a ghost story."
"Ah, I'm sorry, just now we were going to hold a ghost story meeting, and then subconsciously took the flashlight like this."
The chairman cleared his throat: "You don't know how to light candles under the quilt, do you? It's a fire hazard, so it can't be done."
In Japan, candles are lit when telling ghost stories, and after a ghost story is told, one candle is blown out, and when all the candles are blown out, usually real ghosts will descend.
Of course, this is in horror comics. In reality, it is probably the moment when the candle is blown out at the end, and there will be a monster roaring to scare others away.
Anri Okada looked at Kazuma excitedly: "So, Kiryu-san also composed that song, right? It's not something the Nanjo family bought from a down-and-out musician to support you, right?"
He Ma: "Uh, yes."
He hesitated for a moment. After all, he had a strong sense of Hema authenticity in his previous life, and he still had a little resistance to copying other people's works.
But this point of resistance can only make him hesitate.
"Great! Can I trouble you to compose music for Yanwu?"
"No." Kazuma rebuffed very simply, "I have no knowledge of music theory, let alone composition, I just express my feelings, and I have to pick up the score for me, Nanjo and the chairman, who have learned it seriously."
Anri Okada looked disappointed: "Is that so... I thought it would be accompanied by an amazing BGM. I recently discovered that a good BGM can even turn a bad plot into a magical one."
He Ma: "You are wrong. When the plot is extremely bad, no matter how good the music is, it will not be able to save it, and even the music critics will be killed."
"Will it?" Okada Anri didn't seem too convinced.
"What are you guys doing when you don't sleep!" There was a violent shout from the door, and Hema saw that it was Daimon Goro.
The school's physical education teachers stayed at school tonight, responsible for maintaining order and preventing students from killing or causing lives.
Everyone hurriedly dispersed from the window and got into their beds.
Damon Goro stood at the door like a door god, and after confirming that everyone had fallen asleep obediently, he switched the portable flashlight in his hand and continued to inspect other classes.
As soon as Damon Goro left, the students sleeping near the door bounced up and ran to the door, sticking their heads out to look out.
After a while, he waved his hand: "Okay, let's go far away!"
So the various light sources brought by the students in the classroom turned on again.
Telling ghost stories, chatting, and sharing the snacks they brought.
This is also part of the preparations for the cultural festival.
**
Daimon Goro returned to the teacher's office, turned off the flashlight and sat behind the desk, letting out a sigh of relief.
"The third graders seem to be quite peaceful?"
"How is it possible, I'm sure I'll start playing again after I leave. It doesn't matter, as long as they don't make too much noise and don't disrupt public order and good morals, just turn a blind eye and close one eye."
"We've always turned a blind eye to it," said Mr. Zhongtiao, who took the initiative to stay on duty at the school today, with a smile. Dare to make trouble.
"According to previous years' experience, it's the girls who are more difficult to deal with. Recently, the hot girls are getting more and more precocious."
"Actually, the most troublesome ones, isn't it Kiryu and Ma's group?" Teacher Xiaoniaoyou, who also took the initiative to stay in school, joined the conversation, "Maybe they will make a big deal tonight."
"No, there is nothing wrong with Kiryu's group. Jinguji is watching." Mr. Nakajo said nonchalantly, "Jinguji has a sense of proportion and knows what can and can't be done. She is so mature Not like a high school girl."
Damon Goro: "Which one of you wants instant noodles? I'll go to the boiling water room and make them for you together."
"Okay, I want it. I happen to have a bowl of Nissin noodles here."
Teacher Xiaoniaoyou took out a bowl of noodles from his drawer.
"I eat when I'm hungry when I'm preparing for lessons at school."
The teachers chatted like this, and as long as there was no big commotion outside, they would spend most of the evening in the office.
**
At this moment, Takashi Hanabha and Daisuke Wakamiya were lurking outside the classroom door of Class B of the third year. Just when Goro Daimon visited, they hid in the small room not far away where the janitor kept cleaning tools.
Now, they are quietly listening to the movement in the classroom.
However, the chatting voice of the students was a bit loud, so even if Takashi Hanabou borrowed the help of modern equipment, he couldn't hear what Kazuma and the others were talking about.
"I think we should climb the big tree in the atrium, so that we can shoot from the big tree into the classroom." Daisuke Wakamiya suggested.
"No, if your photos aren't good enough, it's because you weren't close enough. If you want to capture a beautiful moment, you have to get as close to the target as possible." Takashi Hanabou said confidently.
He leaned on the classroom window that opened to the corridor and looked in.
The students in the classroom are enjoying their youth to the fullest—in a healthier way.
He Ma and his party, who slept next to the window at the back of the classroom, were just chatting.
Kiryu and Ma didn't even have the courage to put their hands into the girl's quilt! Hanaba Takashi was speechless.
He recalled the past when he casually put his hand into the girl's bed when he was sleeping together and was beaten by the group.
Takashi Hanabou retracted his head and curled his lips.
"So, let's climb trees..." Daisuke Wakamiya suggested again.
Hanaba Takashi also refused again, but this time the reason he gave was different from last time. He said: "Most of the students are lying down now. If you run outside to climb trees, you can't see what they are doing."
Daisuke Wakamiya shrugged.
Hanaba Takashi retracted his head, sat down with his back against the wall.
"Speaking of which," he said suddenly, "the song that Kiryu and Ma played on the harmonica just now is really good. Have you heard it before?"
"No, I'm pretty sure I haven't. Neither the harmonica version nor the symphony version."
Takashi Hanabou nodded: "I haven't heard it either. As an entertainment reporter, I have listened to a lot of music. I shouldn't forget such an impressive harmonica song.
"Do you think that Kiryu and Ma really have the talent to compose?"
Daisuke Wakamiya: "It's possible, but what does it have to do with our materials?"
Hanafang Takashi pursed his lips and fell into deep thought. After a while he said: "'His talent attracted girls to surround him, scrambling to show courteousness, just to get his attention for a moment', what do you think?"
"I don't think so, our readers are the kind of fools who want to read simple and straightforward revelations."
"But now there are too many such revelations in our magazines, if we change the flavor, maybe the effect will be very good.
"This time we will write a story of bitterness. Every girl who is deeply involved in it is very painful, and has to compete with her friends for his favor. What do you think?"
Daisuke Wakamiya thoughtfully responded: "You mean, turn this into a bitter drama? Like a soap opera at noon every day?"
"right!"
"Tsk... I remember that the previous reader survey showed that there are indeed quite a few housewives among the readers of our magazine."
Gossip, no one likes gossip more than housewives.
Hanaba Takashi continued following his own train of thought: "We want to take individual photos of each girl, and we want to take pictures that are melancholy and full of sorrow, making people feel distressed just by looking at them."
Daisuke Wakamiya took out the photos taken by Polaroid from his arms, and quickly selected one from it: "What do you think of this? I just took it at the faucet."
Hanaba Takashi took a look at the photo and found that it was a girl drinking water from the faucet.
Japanese faucets can be twisted. Turn the faucet upwards to turn it into a small fountain-like device, and then open the valve to drink water directly without fitting your mouth or embarrassing your neck.
The photo given by Daisuke Wakamiya perfectly met Takashi Hanaba's request just now. The girl drinking water showed exhaustion on her expression. Combined with the light and shadow composition of the photo, the feeling of sadness was ready to emerge.
But this photo has a fatal problem.
Hanaba Takashi: "Who is this?"
"I don't know," Daisuke Wakamiya shrugged, "I just took a picture when I passed the sink on the second floor, but look, it perfectly meets your requirements, doesn't it?"
"Second floor, that's the sophomore students." Takashi Hanabou continued to look at the photo with the light of the flashlight, "But the photo is really good. Okay, I'll just use this one. I'll find a way to get more.
"We just need to put a line 'the picture has nothing to do with the text' in a position where almost no one will notice it as before.
"It is impossible for Kiryu Kazuma, such a talented man, to have only those three followers. No, it should be like this. The three followers with the best qualities won the favor of Kazuma, and the rest can only sigh secretly.
"At the beginning of the article, let me say an editor's note, 'At North Geshi High School, the girls are experiencing youth that is different from their peers in other schools', and then I started talking about the super talented Kiryu Kazuma, and admiring him , the story of a whole school of girls who longed for his favor."
Daisuke Wakamiya also became excited: "Is it the whole school? It's so big? That's good! Not only housewives readers will like it, but readers who usually like novelty hunting and simple and straightforward stimulation will also like it.
"Let's find a few more photo actresses, those who have just debuted and haven't become famous yet. They have their faces swatched, and their school uniforms are sloppy, and they are mixed into the real photos..."
"No!" Takashi Hanabou interrupted Daisuke Wakamiya, "You don't need to dress in a particularly sloppy look, the sailor suit is already very sexy."
Daisuke Wakamiya nodded: "Okay, that's it! I think this is another big hit, and this year's year-end performance award belongs to both of us again!"
Hanaba Takashi: "For the sake of credibility, we still have to play a song by Kiryu and Ma. Did you record that harmonica song just now?"
Daisuke Wakamiya smiled: "Who do you think I am? You are in charge of the general direction of the materials, and I am in charge of the materials. Haven't we always cooperated like this? Have I missed any materials?"
"Okay." Takashi Hanabou poked his head out and glanced inside the classroom again, "It seems that the material we want will not be produced in this classroom for a while, let's go to fight guerrillas first, take pictures of those girls and boys who are cheating, and take the boys from the classroom. If you take it out of the camera, you can definitely get a lot of usable pictures.”
"'The night before the cultural festival, sadness permeates the campus'?" Daisuke Wakamiya is a photojournalist, but he is also good at writing.
"Okay, let's do it like this." Hanafang Takashi had just finished speaking, when the light of a large flashlight suddenly appeared at the end of the corridor in the distance.
"What the hell, teacher is on patrol again?" Takashi Hanabou turned off the flashlight, patted Daisuke Wakamiya, "Let's dodge."
Apparently, Hanabang Takashi's flashlight was not seen in the corridor, or he felt that "it's all going out, so let's turn a blind eye." Anyway, the teacher didn't say anything, and continued to come here with the flashlight.
Hanaba Takashi and Wakamiya Daisuke ran in the opposite direction and turned into the stairwell.
They went down one floor—the third grade was in the classroom on the top floor, and then there was the rooftop.
However, what people didn't expect was that the patrolling teacher came to the second floor after arriving here.
Hanaba Takashi and Wakamiya Daisuke could only continue to hide.
But a strange thing happened, no matter how they ran, the teacher with the flashlight followed them far away, as if chasing them.
"What the hell, did you discover us at all?" Takashi Hanafo stood up straight while wiping his sweat, "I'll stop him in the past, you run. Tonight's material is up to you."
"Wait a minute!" Daisuke Wakamiya grabbed Hanaba Takashi's hand, "You... is that really a teacher?"
"What else can it be if it's not a teacher?" Takashi Hanabou asked, "A walking mannequin of the Seven Mysteries on Campus? Have you read too many ghost magazines?"
As soon as the words fell, the flashlight that had been following them suddenly went out.
Suddenly darkness enveloped the corridor.
Hanfang Takashi heaved a sigh of relief, he glanced at the window next to him, and found that at some point a few clouds floated in the sky, blocking the bright moon.
In the absence of even moonlight, the corridor is a bit blind.
So Takashi Hanaba turned on the flashlight despite the risk of being discovered.
"Look at the map," he said to Daisuke Wakamiya, "and see where we've gone."
Daisuke Wakamiya opened the map, which was a simple map drawn by them to consult the school's design blueprint at the Archives Division of the district office before conducting the interview.
These public school blueprints are kept at the District Office.
"This... I don't know where we are." Daisuke Wakamiya frowned, with beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.
Hanaba Takashi grabbed the map and compared it with the surrounding reference objects.
"Why don't you know where we are?" He muttered while looking for a point on the map that matches his current location...
Just then, the flashlight came from another direction.
Both of them squinted their eyes, looking in the direction of the flashlight.
The one with the flashlight can be vaguely seen as a female student, with rustic retro braids and thick-rimmed glasses.
"Come with me." The girl said succinctly, then turned around and walked directly to the dark corridor.
Hanaba Takashi and Wakamiya Daisuke glanced at each other, and then followed the girl's footsteps in unison.
Reporter Takashi Hanabha had a habit of breaking out, and wanted to go up and do an interview.
At this time, his eyes had adapted to the light environment, and he recognized that this was the big-breasted chairman next to Kiryu and Ma.
Hanaba Takashi has a lot of things he wants to ask, such as "Why are you not with Kiryu and Ma?" "What are you doing here?" "What do you think of the relationship between yourself and the other girls?" When he was about to speak for an interview, he heard the sound of Daisuke Wakamiya pressing the shutter next to him.
He turned his head and saw his partner take out the photo from the Polaroid camera and shake it back and forth like a fan to speed up the natural development.
But the final photo was a blur, and nothing could be seen except a blurred figure.
"No, I've already used the lens for night shooting, and I can't shoot anything under this light. Should I change to a low-light night vision lens?"
Hanaba Takashi took the photo and stared at the corner of the photo.
He felt as if in a dark corner, there was a face smiling at the camera.
Daisuke Wakamiya: "Photos taken under this kind of lighting are easy to be 'spiritual'. This is the real reason for the ghost photos shown on those ghost shows."
The girl walking in front seemed to have not heard what they said, and just walked forward.
"That," Takashi Hanabou stuffed the photo back to his partner and began to ask, "May I ask you are..."
However, his questioning was interrupted.
The girl began to sing, which is a nursery rhyme that Japanese have learned in childhood.
pass りゃんせ pass りゃんせ
pass, pass
ここは Hades no Hosodo じゃ
This is the path of Hades
ghosts and gods
This is the path of ghosts and gods
ちょっと通して下しゃんせ
gently pass to the opposite side
The other party didn't know why, and sang the third paragraph directly.
This song made Takashi Hanabou goosebumps all over his body, and the words he wanted to ask stuck in his throat as if they had been frozen.
Suddenly, the singing stopped abruptly.
The girl turns around.
Hanaba Takashi cried out in fright at this sudden turning around.
But there was no unfolding like in horror movies. The girl didn't turn into a bloody ghost. She smiled and said to the two of them, "Just get here. I get lost at the science building from time to time, so it's better not to go there." .”
It was only then that Hanabang Takashi realized that they were standing on the connecting bridge between the science building and the teaching building, and the bright moonlight came in through the window, so bright that they didn't even need a flashlight.
The girl said again: "You just wanted to interview me right? Ask now."
Hanaba Takashi looked at the girl's slightly mocking smiling face, and swallowed: "No, no, we're done collecting materials. We're reporters for the ghost magazine "Urban Strange Talk."
Talking Hanabang Takashi took out the fake press card, he always kept a dozen of them in the car, and took them according to the situation.
Today he happened to be using the identity of a reporter for a ghost magazine.
"Are you here to interview ghost stories?" The girl's eyes were bright, "Then I have a lot of information to tell you. I am the former president of the school's supernatural club, although the club is now closed because no one has joined. Abolished."
Hanaba Takashi is completely in a state of being unable to get off the tiger.
At this time, his good partner extended a helping hand: "Wow, when I was taking pictures of you just now, I took a picture of a ghost!"
After finishing speaking, he handed the girl the supernatural Polaroid just now.
"Let me see." The girl took the photo excitedly, but immediately showed a disappointed expression, "Isn't this a very common exposure problem? Ninety-nine out of ten ghost photos are like this, and you can tell it's fake at a glance. "
"Is that so? I think it's quite prudent."
"Well, I'm quite cautious. If I post it in a magazine, some light fans will like it. But the readers of "Urban Stranger Talk" are all hard-core enthusiasts, right? If you post this kind of photos, the editorial department will be popular. Yo."
"Uh, this..."
"I'll teach you how to retouch the picture. You can make the face a little less obvious, and then add some effects around me and dim the lights."
The girl is obviously a real supernatural enthusiast, and she can't stop talking about it.
"That way, it's going to be a really powerful photo!"
Daisuke Wakamiya nodded like a pounding garlic: "Okay, I understand."
Then the girl turned around with a contented look: "Then, I'll go back to the classroom, you two, work hard on the materials, don't let the teacher find out, I look forward to the next issue of Urban Strange Talk."
Hanaba Takashi: "Well... even if we write something, we may not be able to get a page at the editorial meeting. This time the big hit is the J tunnel in the city."
Takashi Hanabou is not simply using another name. He has done his homework. The next issue of Urban Strange Talk is very likely to appear in J Tunnel's supernatural album.
"Come on." The girl said, and left gracefully.
After the girl's figure disappeared from sight, Daisuke Wakamiya said, "This guy, the advice he gave just now is professional. The ghost photographers I know really handle photos like this."
"Enthusiasts." Hanaba Takashi shrugged, "I've heard that there are a group of college students in Osaka who are passionate about animation, and they have made animation short films that even professional animation clubs can't beat. I'm afraid this is the same."
After speaking, he looked back at the science building.
He couldn't help but shudder.
"Let's go." He patted his partner on the shoulder, "It's enough to get the material here. We have photographed enough melancholic high school girls these days. Now go back to the editorial department, maybe we can catch up with the magazine on Friday." published!"