Saori became more interested in Kiryu and Ma.
Now, in her cognition, the images of Kiryu and Ma have undergone some changes.
Then she looked at the Yakisoba girl, hesitated for a moment and asked, "This Kiryu, don't you... don't want to learn kendo, but want to be a musician?"
"No, he is obsessed with swordsmanship. From my point of view, music or something is like a little hobby of the swordsman? In the sword and halberd movies, the swordsman can play the flute, right? The worst thing Take a leaf and blow on it."
Beixiang Sha Xuli was shocked: "Is it because of this kind of thing that you learn the harmonica?"
"Well, I think so. After all, I'm his childhood sweetheart, so I know him pretty well." The Yakisoba girl said confidently, and then added in a low voice, "I know him better than Nanjo and the Chairman."
Beixiang Sha Xuli felt something, but the fried noodles were too fragrant, and she didn't have breakfast, so she lowered her head and took two mouthfuls of fried noodles. When she looked up again, the trace of emotion had disappeared from the fried noodle girl's face.
Sasuri continued to ask: "So, Kiryu and Ma learned music just to make themselves more like swordsmen?"
"Probably... isn't it? I think he looked yearning when he saw the real swordsman, even though he directly rejected the old gentleman's request to accept him as an apprentice."
"It turned out to be like this! How could it be like this, music should be... music is not such a superficial thing!"
The fried noodle girl looked at Sasuri: "Uh... sorry, but I don't think Kazuma meant to belittle music."
"Music is!" Beixiang Saxuli ignored the fried noodle girl, "Music is a refuge, a salvation, and it's not something that a talented person can write casually with such a joking attitude."
The fried noodle girl's first reaction was: "It sounds like the rhetoric of those scumbag male musicians who apologized and repented after cheating and said that they would go all out for music?"
Beixiang Saxuli raised the corners of his eyes.
"No, no, that's not what I want to say," the fried noodle girl hurriedly said, "What I want to say is that Kazuma didn't write casually. I think he was super serious when he wrote about the location of the stars. Write the third At the first scene, he still had tears in his eyes, and that feeling is definitely not false." The fried noodle girl seriously defended her childhood sweetheart, "Maybe my statement misunderstood you. I'm sorry!"
Beixiang Sha Xuli wolfed down the chow mein, put the lunch box back on the counter of the chow mein stand, took out the money and slapped it on the table: "I will check with my own eyes."
"You..." The fried noodle girl looked at the pile of change on the table, "This... Although we will definitely be short of change today, this handful of change from you scares me."
Beixiang Shaxuli didn't say anything, and left without looking back.
**
Mikako Fujii looked at the girl who was leaving, and collected the change.
At this moment, a girl from her class leaned over: "Who is it? Could it be Tongyu's little fan girl? It feels like she was in the second year of middle school just now, and the uniform is the uniform of Mingcheng Elementary School? It can't be a girl in the second year of middle school, right? "
In Japan, the second grade of middle school means the second grade of junior high school. Japanese high schools do not have the word "中", so they are called high schools. It is just that when translating Chinese, they are translated into high schools to correspond to domestic ones.
When Japan's education system was designed, the upper limit for ordinary people was "higher education", and there are no more at the top. Short colleges are things in the field of vocational education, which is a parallel expansion of higher education.
That's why Japan's full-time universities are so awesome. They are really designed to divide classes.
Junior high schools in Japan are called secondary schools, corresponding to higher schools.
Zhong Er originally meant the second grade of junior high school, and then derived the meaning of Zhong Er disease.
Mikako Fujii looked at the back of the girl who was going away, and was speechless: "It feels like horses can always attract people in the second grade."
"Eh? So he's interested in girls in the second grade?" Mikako's classmate was amazed, but obviously the second grade refers to her age. "Is that a crime? Is it really okay not to call the police?"
"Don't call the police!" Mikako gently elbowed her classmate's waist.
**
Beixiang Shaxuli came to the third floor and found that the entrance of class B of the third year had been blocked by reporters. Like her, ordinary visitors who wanted to see the martial arts performed by Kiryu and Ma's class had to stand far away. next to.
The people in Class A of the third year were very business-minded, and placed a plastic foam box in the corridor, with a bunch of popsicles stacked inside.
"Popsicles! Popsicles are on sale! 200 yen each!" A male student with fashionable parted hair sat on a bench next to a foam plastic box and shouted loudly.
Judging from the stack of banknotes in his hand, the business is not bad.
Beixiang Sha Xuli was about to buy a popsicle when another boy ran over with a tin box containing cookies and put it at the boy's feet.
"No, the whole school can't change coins, and it seems that there is not much change prepared by each school."
"What the hell, what should I do?" The peddler boy looked at the empty tin box, "I can't get change here, we've taken out all the coins in everyone's pockets."
"I can't sell it unless I give you coins." The boy who just went to exchange coins put his hands on his hips and said while unbuttoning his collar with one hand. enough."
Beixiang Sha Xuli took out two hundred yuan coins from his pocket, walked up to the two of them, and stretched out his hand: "I want a popsicle."
"Damn it, Goddess!" The hawker exaggeratedly responded, took the coins and opened the foam box, "I'll get you the coldest one from the bottom."
"No, melt it for me. I can't eat too cold food, it's bad for my throat."
"Hey, me." The boy didn't pay much attention to the last sentence, took one from the top of the foam plastic box, and handed it to Sasuri.
Sha Xuli licked the popsicle, carefully letting the licked water warm in his mouth before swallowing it.
The reporters seemed to have no intention of giving in at all. The first performance of Class B in the third year seemed impossible for ordinary people to see.
Sha Xuli decided to go elsewhere to pass the time.
The flyer she got just now seemed to say that there would be a free talent show for students in the auditorium, and there was a band from the student group of this school on the program list.
Although the level of student bands is mostly like that, sometimes very powerful rare species can be seen.
For example, the trio who appeared on the stage at the cultural festival of Fengcheng University Affiliated High School last year have now become legends among music lovers.
It is said that the three of them have never been on stage together again, and two of them have been promoted to the same department of Fengcheng University, and they are also strangers.
Beixiang Shaxuli thought to himself, maybe this time he can witness a wave of legends in the Beige family...
As soon as she was about to leave, she heard a full-bodied female voice coming from Class B of the third year—although the volume was so loud that the whole corridor could hear it clearly, but it would not make people feel that this person was rude by shouting loudly.
Beixiang Sha Xuli knew that this woman had practiced before.
"Give way! Our performance is open to everyone. If you are blocking the road, what do others think? For the cultural festival, there is no audience under the age of 20 in the classroom. How is this appropriate?"
The reporters obviously didn't like this, and someone asked loudly, "Are you Jinguji Tamamo? Your home is the famous wagashi shop, right?"
Before the reporter finished speaking, a deafening roar came from Class B of the third year: "I told you to make way for me! Why don't you listen to people's words! I shouted so loudly that the tone changed!"
Beixiang Sha Xuli was startled. She knew that this woman had been trained as a professional alto voice. The roar made the windows in the corridor buzz.
The reporters who were still clamoring just now were forced back by the sheer volume of violence.
Beixiang Shaxuli found a road leading to Class B of the third year in front of him.
Like Moses divided the sea.
She hurriedly trotted into the classroom.