That night, some paparazzi had already arrived outside the campus of Beigeshi High School.
He Ma leaned on the window of his classroom and looked out, and saw a suspected reporter setting up a video camera on the roof of the building opposite the school.
"Are they so idle?" Hema couldn't help muttering.
Nanjo smiled and said: "This is their job. Generally, the top paparazzi are thinking about grabbing exclusives every day, and the rest are just following the crowd.
"My sister-in-law, do you know? She used to be a female news anchor, and after the scandal with my brother came out, the battle became big. Even when I go out, I will be blocked by a bunch of paparazzi."
At this time, Nanjo was uncharacteristically in the three positions of Li and Ma, leaning against the other edge of the same window.
Maybe she wanted to keep a distance as much as possible to prevent reporters from getting caught making a fuss. But this instead makes the picture between the two people form a very bright and youthful composition.
Very Japanese school drama.
Maybe some magazines that pursue a fresher style will like this composition.
"It's hard work to be a celebrity." He Ma sighed sincerely, "Fortunately, Fang Chun, the weekly magazine, focused on the school this time, so no one went to the dojo."
"Don't be stupid, there must be people who go to the dojo, but now you have an advantage, that is, the martial arts are very famous, and the reporters probably don't dare to rush into the dojo to make trouble."
"Why, are they afraid of stepping on a ninjutsu mechanism and dying?"
Nanjo laughed again: "Impossible, but if a reporter stepped on a ninjutsu mechanism and was injured, his colleagues will be happy to send the photo of this unlucky guy to newspapers and magazines."
"Are you eating steamed buns with human blood on the spot?" He Ma was speechless.
"Human blood steamed buns... this is that..."
"Lu Xun." He Ma said.
"Ah yes, you really know a lot of Chinese writers and literary works."
"I think you are amazing to know Lu Xun." He Ma responded.
"Because our previous family doctor graduated from Sendai Medical College."
"Isn't your family affiliated with a hospital? Do you still need a family doctor?"
"Family doctors are mainly in charge of daily health management, nutritional balance and other things. Hospitals are only responsible for treating diseases, not these things. The old gentleman from Sendai Medical Department would tell me about Lu Xun from time to time, saying that it was him. The first Chinese I have ever seen in my life.
"Later when he came to Tokyo, he would often help Chinese students with little money to treat their diseases, just because he was so impressed by his seniors. But soon, all the foreign students in Tokyo almost left, because this is already an enemy country for them."
He Ma looked at the night sky and responded softly: "That's it."
Speaking of it, although the Japanese invasion of China left deep scars, before that, Japan was also an important town for Chinese young people looking for a road to revival.
If I go back a hundred years, I might have a chance to change the fate of the two countries.
He Ma suddenly laughed at himself when he thought of this, he found himself swollen, won a few small battles in this second life, and began to feel that he had the ability to contend with the rolling historical torrent.
But isn't it romantic to turn the tide of history on your own
Wrestle with the giant named Times, try your own weight, if you have the chance, He Ma really wants to try.
At this time, Nanjo suddenly laughed: "Why do we have to talk about this? In this scene, we should say something full of youthfulness, but it turns out that we are talking like an old man."
He Ma also smiled: "Then let's talk about something youthful? Is it the scope of Tokyo University's test preparation?"
"Where is this youth?"
"No, for candidates, this is youth. Why don't we start memorizing historical events from 1800 to 1899? Both Keio University and Tokyo University take this part, and we will ask questions alternately."
Nanjo: "Hema, look at me."
Kazuma turned his head to look at Nanjo. The girl is now leaning against the vertical edge of the window, half sitting on the window sill. The classroom light shines from her left hand side, illuminating her left body, while her right body is bathed in the night and moonlight .
Such a picture, let He Ma use one word to describe it, it must be "youth".
He Ma: "I saw it, and then?"
"Now, do you really want to recite the memorabilia with me?" Nanjo asked.
"Otherwise?" Hema asked back.
Nanjo pursed his lips and looked at Kazuma.
"I'll come first, the date of Napoleon's coronation?" Based on his experience of flirting with girls, He Ma judged that he should pretend to be a straight man of steel at this time.
That's right, pretending to be a straight man of steel is also a way to seduce girls.
Nanjo was about to speak when Mikako's voice came from the door: "Finally back!"
The two looked towards the door together.
Mikako entered the classroom out of breath.
A few hours ago, she was caught by her class and went back to run errands. It is said that her class watched her go to class B to catch fish all day long.
"Why did you go for so long to buy ingredients for a fried noodle stall?" He Ma asked suspiciously.
"Because I'm in charge of the cutoff." Mikako put on a determined expression, her hands still clenched in front of her chest, "Let me tell you, there are many reporters ambushing outside now, and when they see girls wearing our school uniforms, they will suddenly jump out to interview. "
For a moment, Kazuma thought that Mikako would say "jump out suddenly and call Demacia".
"We were so entangled, seeing that the school was about to lock the gate, so I yelled 'I am Kiryu Kazuma's childhood sweetheart', which attracted the firepower of the reporters, and let the girls who accompanied me to buy things and run errands escape gone."
He Ma: "... ah, that, thank you for your hard work."
"I didn't say anything!" Mikako emphasized, "I'm very strict with my mouth!"
"Then how did you come back?" Nanjo asked.
"Climb over the wall. Those reporters are not familiar with the surrounding roads. I took a small path to climb over the wall and came back." Mikako put her hands on her hips, "Fortunately, I am in good health. If I was weaker, I would be blocked by the reporters and unable to return. "
Nanjo: "Actually, our family's SP is following you. You only need to shout for help, and they will show up."
"You should have said it earlier!"
Mikako yelled.
"By the way, will you be photographed by the reporters for climbing over the wall, and then post the title 'Kiryu Dojo is indeed teaching ninjutsu'?" Hema joked.
"I'm not as handsome as you. Really, I don't know how you suddenly have such a unique skill. I haven't seen you show it before."
"It should be to save Chiyoko, which inspired me to the limit." He Ma Xin opened his mouth, but he was right.
It is true that the entry only appeared after saving Chiyoko.
"Then why didn't you push your limit when you rescued me? I was your only girlfriend candidate at that time, right?" Mikako yelled dissatisfied.
At this time, the chairman entered the classroom with a noteboard with a thick stack of paper in it, and a basket in his hand, and heaved a long sigh when he saw Hema: "Sure enough, as I expected, more than half of the preparation work It’s not finished yet. Working overtime tonight is probably enough.”
Kazuma looked at the huge colored kanban that blocked the blackboard right in front of the classroom. The kanban was only half-made, and most of it was empty. There was a large pile of completely unused colored paper next to it.
The chairman also looked back at the board: "Don't worry about that. I'll go to the drama club in a while and bring back Mr. Tian Gu. He's in charge of big props in the drama club. Tonight..."
The chairman took out an energy drink from the basket in his hand.
He Ma knows that tonight classmate Tian Gu is in bad luck.
"Why does Tagani-san go to the drama club to help prepare?" Mikako asked, "Third graders have retired from the club. I still have Kazuma, so I don't have to interfere with the kendo club at all. Honami, a newcomer, has been asked To be a kanban girl."
Nanjo: "I refuse."
At this time, Okada, who was scribbling on the seat, raised his head: "The junior girl that Tian Gu likes asked him to make a big prop, so he went."
"Fuck?" He Ma half opened his mouth, "What about you?"
"What's wrong with me?" Okada Anri turned to look at Kazuma and the others, "Boys like girls who are shining and laughing, right?"
Anri Okada's words were like an instant group silence technique, completely silencing the Kiryu Group.
The chairman cleared his throat to break the silence: "The rest includes the parade billboards to attract customers, small souvenirs distributed separately, costumes for actors... Tsk, it will definitely not be completed. Forget it, get the billboards done and set it as the first priority. Ok. Okada-san, what are you writing?"
"Well… "
"The script, has it been completely finished?" The chairman came to Okada and glanced at the things on her desk, "Novel? Want to vote for the newcomer award?"
Okada blushed.
Chairman: "Come on, I think you can do it."
She also patted Okada on the shoulder.
Then he gave the small group of girls who wanted to taunt Okada a hard look.
Kazuma has already discovered that Okada Anri may have been bullied by girls in her class before, but now she has a relationship with a small group like Kiryu Kazuma who is the number one in class, so there should be no need to worry about things going too far things.
Kazuma really can't appreciate the "bullying culture" in Japanese schools.
There is also bullying in Chinese schools, but it is far worse than that in Japan.
China is a school of violence, and I have seen in my life that everyone lined up to go to the toilet to slap someone in the face.
Japan doesn't really beat you up, it's cold violence.
Real violence can still be fought back. After being ruthless, everyone will be afraid, and the situation will be much better. Japan's cold violence does not even have the means to fight back.
Kazuma looked at Okada Anri's mushroom head, and thought that the playwright's works would reflect her past experience.
But Okada should be fine, after all, there is still a place to stay in the drama club.
So I can't feel any haze on her, she is a very energetic girl.
The chairman passed by Okada's position and came to Kazuma: "It looks like it will be very noisy tonight. I don't think I have much time to supervise your studies."
"Really?" Mikako said in surprise, "I thought you would leave the chores at work and focus on Kazuma."
"How come, for me, both sides are important experiences.
"After all, my seventeenth year is coming to an end."
When he said this, the chairman—no, Jinguji Tamamo looked at the students in the class with gentle eyes, as if he was saying a happy thing.
Mikako: "Ah, shouldn't you be sentimental at a time like this?"
"Time flies by so quickly, it's a waste to be sentimental." The chairman smiled, "So sentimental things, let's leave it to monsters with extremely long lives. As human beings, we should devote our precious time to hugging. go in life."
After speaking, the chairman instantly switched back to his original form, then took out an energy drink from the basket and threw it to Kazuma.
"Although I'm not here, you can't relax. Come on. After the cultural festival is over, I will check your review status."
Nanjo stretched out his hand: "Give me a bottle too."
The chairman stuffed a bottle for Nanjo, and then threw a bottle for Mikako.
"I want it too?" Mikako looked distressed, "I want to sleep well today, after all, tomorrow is going to be around the clock, and the chow mein stall is very busy."
"If you want to open it up, maybe no one will come because of the bad taste?" He Ma joked.
"Absolutely impossible! I fried noodles with my own hands. Even if a boy wants to see my fried noodles in front of the fried noodles stall, he will pay for one." Mikako said confidently.
**
That night, even the teachers turned a blind eye to the students' actions, and the school didn't even turn on the switch, so that all classes could turn on the lights all night to prepare.
To be honest, Kazuma likes this atmosphere very much.
In his previous life, he liked some cultural and sports activities in school, such as the Red May Cultural Festival.
It's a pity that there are too few such activities, and the District Education Bureau will not hold them unless the quota is met-after all, the main event of the school is to take the exam.
And in the school in my previous life, even the mandatory activities of learning agriculture are just a formality, wandering in the fields during the day, and borrowing the large dining hall of the learning agriculture base for self-study at night.
In college, He Ma had a similar experience to now.
He Ma was very active in his college days. He participated in a lot of activities in the school radio station, college student union, animation club, etc.
He mainly heard from his seniors that if he participates more in such activities, it is easier to have a girlfriend.
However, he participated in a bunch of club activities with Ma, and when he graduated, there were still only four elders who accompanied him to the last part of the journey.
Women are not necessary, and we won't understand them.
With such thoughts in mind, Kazuma glanced at Nanjo who was yawning with his hands covering his mouth.
"If you're sleepy, sleep for a while, lack of sleep is the natural enemy of beauty." He Ma said.
Nanjo glanced at Mikako who was already lying on the ground with big characters, and said with a smile: "It seems that energy drinks are not very powerful, it is better to drink coffee directly."
Speaking of which, she stood up, came to Mikako, pushed her aside, then lay down on her side on the vacant floor, and covered the cup: "Then I'll take a nap, see you later."
Kazuma watched Nanjo close his eyes, and then moved his gaze to the brightly lit playground.
The student union is building a stage for tomorrow's performance, and the classes that will set up stalls on campus are also busy setting up their own stalls.
It looked like the whole school was going to be buzzing tonight.
Some schools will hold eve festivals and dances on the playground before the cultural festival. It is probably because they know that the students will be tossing until dawn tonight, so let the students vent their anger first, and don’t really give the whole school a big blow. live.
Kazuma was looking at the playground fishing, and Mikako sat down in front of him rubbing her eyes.
Kazuma couldn't help but look at Nanjo, who was already asleep: "You actually acted in Nanjo?"
"No, I just woke up. Where's the chairman?"
"Should be busy." He Ma said.
"Is she trying to get rid of monsters?" Mikako said, "She likes supernatural things, doesn't she? She should know all the seven unbelievable things in our school. Nothing is happening now, maybe the chairman secretly put The inconceivable existences have all been cured."
Hema curled his lips: "No way? Remember what I told you about Jizo before?"
"Well, what's the matter?"
"That's actually because I was raining heavily at night and I only wanted to kill the enemy, so I went the wrong way. The chairman found the correct location of Jizo."
"is that so?"
"Yeah, and then the chairman said, 'Sure enough, all supernatural events will have scientific explanations'. The ghost stories are just people's wishful thinking."
Mikako smiled: "Is this something that supernatural lovers would say? Will this anger supernatural lovers?"
"I think it will anger those fake 'psychics' who brag about eating on variety shows."
The teasing with Ma was just teasing, but I couldn't help but think of a documentary program I liked to watch in my previous life, called "Into Science".
That program is not so much a popular science documentary, but more like a film made by a supernatural burial organization like the SCP Foundation to cover up the truth of the world.
Hema glanced at the night outside the window.
In this world, there are karate masters who can't break their legs if they fall from a helicopter, maybe...
Hema shuddered and decided not to go down.
Not only did he not want to go down, but he also muttered silently in his heart: Dawei Tianlong, World Honored One Ksitigarbha...
In this way, the morning of the cultural festival came gradually.