Da Zhang Weiming returned to his studio from the Tongsheng Dojo, took out the score that night, and showed it to his assistant.
"Is this the work of Mr. Kiryu?" the assistant asked after glancing at it.
Da Zhang was very surprised, because the score he wrote did not indicate the creator, so he asked, "How do you know?"
"There are similar works by Mr. Kiryu recorded by Zhou Fangchun, but the sound quality of the recording is very poor, and it is not as amazing as this one. It seems that this song has finally been completed."
Da Zhang Weiming said "Oh", and then muttered: "It turned out that it wasn't an impromptu on the spot, it was a conception a long time ago. It's okay, it's okay, otherwise, I don't know how many people's self-esteem would be completely shattered."
The assistant asked strangely: "Mr. Zhang, what happened?"
The assistant has a bit of Mutsu's accent.
Da Zhang Weiming described what just happened at the Kiryu dojo in detail, and the assistant immediately expressed admiration: "As expected of Mr. Kiryu, he is indeed a figure who wants to shake the Japanese pop music world. Why does this kind of person want to study at the University of Tokyo?" Go to the Metropolitan Police Department, and fight with those dangerous people all day long. His writing songs with peace of mind is the greatest contribution to this world."
Da Zhang Weiming sighed: "Maybe this is the gap between you and Teacher Tongyu. Do you know the six arts of a gentleman in China?"
"You mean piano, chess, calligraphy and painting?"
Da Zhang Weiming shook his head: "No, no, that's not true. Great writers and thinkers in ancient China all had to be proficient in riding and archery and swordsmanship. Confucius himself is said to be good at driving chariots, and Li Bai, a poet, practiced martial arts since childhood, so Only then can you look up to the sky and go out laughing, walking the world alone with one sword."
The assistant's eyes widened: "Is that so?"
"That's it, so Mr. Kiryu, who has experienced life and death several times, can write things that we can't write. On the way back, I comforted myself like this: If the price of obtaining this talent is to go through life and death again and again, then I still choose An arranger sitting in his music room scratching his head for inspiration."
Da Zhang Weiming shook his head with a self-deprecating smile on his face.
At this time, the assistant said: "Mr. Da Zhang, do you want to try to listen to this class?"
As he spoke, the assistant handed over a leaflet.
"What?" Da Zhang Weiming asked suspiciously.
"It was mailed together with the letter today. I thought it was an advertising letter, so I just tore it apart. Inside is this leaflet."
Da Zhang Weiming took the leaflet suspiciously, and read the text on it: "Are you still troubled by lack of inspiration? The meditation course will take you to get rid of distracting thoughts and follow the trail of the God of Music."
After reading it, he patted his assistant on the head: "Are you an idiot? How can you take such a suspicious flyer seriously!"
After speaking, Da Zhang Weiming threw the flyer into the paper shredder next to the workbench - this shredder is used to deal with Da Zhang Weiming's usual songwriting waste.
In the past, he always threw waste manuscripts into a ball and threw them aside, and there were often scraps of paper all over the place every day. So the assistant bought this paper shredder, and regularly cleaned the shredded paper in the paper shredder.
The paper shredder sensed that paper was thrown in, and immediately started to work, cutting the leaflets into thin strips like vermicelli, and putting them into the attached basket.
**
On Kazuma's side, Honami dragged her suitcase to check in the next afternoon.
In addition to the suitcase, Honami also brought a watermelon and carried it into the house in a net bag.
Kazuma drooled when he saw the watermelon. Watermelon is really expensive in Japan, and poor families are reluctant to eat it.
Chiyoko also saw the watermelon at a glance, and immediately went up to meet it: "I'll put it in the water and let it cool."
"What kind of water do you put it in? One knife and two halves and put it in the refrigerator!" Hema still has a Chinese way of thinking, and he plans to eat it with a spoon next.
Cutting and eating so much watermelon juice drained away, what a waste!
Chiyoko looked puzzled: "Cut it in half? Put it in the refrigerator? This...isn't appropriate?"
In Japan, the watermelon is generally cut into pieces and then put in. The way to cool the watermelon before cutting is to get a basin of tap water and put the watermelon in to cool it down.
Kazuma didn't know why the Japanese did this, and he didn't want to follow this habit, so he assumed the posture of the head of the family: "Just do as I said, and if there is no space in the refrigerator, take the things that don't need to be refrigerated first." come out."
Chiyoko: "Okay...well, you have the final say."
She took the watermelon and went to the kitchen.
Honami handed over all the luggage to Butler Suzuki, stood in front of Kazuma, and gently brushed her hair.
He Ma: "Have you got a new hairstyle?"
"Well, a professor I respect in the school told me that my previous hairstyle would give people the feeling that I would marry someone as soon as I graduated and become a good wife. It doesn't look like a modern woman at all."
Honami had always had that kind of traditional princess hair before, but now she has changed to the popular hairstyle brought by Matsu Seiko, and she looks more like a modern professional woman than before.
He Ma joked: "You can change your hairstyle as soon as you say it. Didn't your grandpa get mad?"
"I lost my temper, but I'm not afraid." Honami smiled confidently, "Anyway, I even pushed back the marriage, so I'm not afraid. I just took this opportunity to have a showdown with grandpa, saying that I want to run for parliament, like Like Mrs Thatcher."
Hema raised his eyebrows, he could already imagine Mr. Nanjo's blood vessel bursting.
Honami patted Kazuma and said, "It's okay, my grandpa and I have reconciled, it's not because we broke up with our family that we hid here.
"Butler Suzuki yelled at my grandpa this time, 'Hiro, as a parent, shouldn't you go all out to support Honami?' 'Seeing you who are narrow-minded now, Eriko will cry', but I was taken aback. Woolen cloth."
Hema Wenyan couldn't help but look at the stairs leading to the second floor. Butler Suzuki should be putting luggage on the second floor.
"That old man Suzuki would do this?" He asked doubtfully.
"I'm also shocked. Grandpa is actually called 'Xiaohiro'." After saying this, Honami couldn't help laughing, revealing the neat teeth that Japanese women rarely see.
And Ma also laughed. Nanjo Hiroshi is such a majestic old man, it really doesn't match the name X-chan.
"But anyway, everything is fine!" Honami paused, then touched her bangs again, "You haven't told me how this hairstyle is yet."
Kazuma gave a thumbs up: "Very good, hurry up and show Bizen Osafune a genuine look at the dojo, he must like it all the time."
Honami laughed and hit Kazuma, obviously taking it as a joke.
She bent down, took off her shoes and put on slippers, then naturally held He Ma's arms: "Take me to see the house I'm going to live in for these two months."
"This way please, my honorable lady." Kazuma put on a British style, said in English, and made a gesture of invitation to the wooden staircase of his house, which was absolutely Japanese.
Honami nodded, and then went up to the second floor under Kazuma's guidance.
"The first room belongs to Senior Sister Gao Jianze... By the way, didn't you live on the second floor before the pajama party?" He Ma suddenly remembered this, "You don't need me to bring it to you and introduce it to you again."
"Oh, the process still has to go, and we all slept in Qingliu's current room at that time, and we didn't go to the next door."
Hema wanted to shrug his shoulders, but his shoulders were now under heavy load, and his upper arms were stuck in the mud like the German army before Moscow, unable to shrug.
The door of Qingliu's room was wide open, and the furnishings inside were unobstructed.
Although she has only lived in it for a few weeks, the room has already been completely stained with her colors, open music magazines are thrown everywhere, read comics are also thrown aside casually, and the bedding rolls on the floor are not collected at all.
Her Duan Shi Qing Yu was placed in the corner, and a small vest she had replaced was thrown on it.
All in all, it looks very rock and roll, if left unattended, it will probably soon pile up garbage and "grow" cockroaches and mice.
Honami: "It seems that Seiryu has fully adapted to life in the dojo."
Kazuma: "Chiyoko, come and see Qingliu's room..."
Before he finished speaking, he heard pattering footsteps, and then Qingliu, who was wearing a small vest and a pair of denim hot pants, rushed up to the second floor, because her ponytails flew high because she rushed so fast.
"I'll clean it up right away! Xiaoqian, don't come up here! Give me half an hour!"
After speaking, Qingliu gave Kazuma a hard look, rushed into her room, and slammed the door shut with a bang.
Honami smiled brightly: "It's really energetic, I can't tell that I just experienced that kind of thing not long ago."
As soon as the words fell, Qingliu opened a crack in the door and stared at Honami: "That's right, I'm super strong, understand."
He Ma: "Okay, we understand. Next time when you feel lonely at night, don't get into my bed."
"I didn't get through!" Qingliu yelled, and then closed the door with a bang.
Honami: "Has she been drilled?"
"No." Kazuma looked regretful, and then he changed the subject, "Honami, aren't you so hot?"
Honami: "It's okay, but if you are hot with horses, then..."
She let go of Hema's arm, and the part of her clothes that was just clinging to Hema was soaked with sweat.
Honami: "I'll change my clothes later, it should be much better in cool clothes like Haruyuu."
At this time, Hema doubted the necessity of buying an air conditioner.
It's like—it's not bad without air conditioning
At this time, Butler Suzuki came out of 203 where Honami was staying, and said to her, "Miss, the room is ready."
"Okay." Honami left Kazuma and entered her room.
He Ma followed in, and as soon as he entered, he found a bed in the house.
"What is this bed?"
Hema asked in surprise. Everyone in the Kiryu Dojo sleeps in the traditional Japanese way, sleeping on the floor with bedding rolls, and getting up to pack the bedding rolls after sleeping.
Although Kazuma still habitually uses words such as "get out of bed" and "get up", there is no bed at Kiryu Dojo.
Honami: "This should have just been assembled. I'm still used to sleeping on the bed."
Kazuma recalled the luggage brought up by Butler Suzuki just now: Although the suitcase was big, it was obviously not big enough to fit a bed.
Honami immediately understood what Kazuma was wondering about, and explained directly: "The parts of the bed were delivered from the window."
He Ma was shocked, and hurried to the window to look down, just in time to see a crane retracting the load-bearing bracket and switching to walking mode.
Although he has seen Honami's ignorance in certain aspects over and over again, this is too erroneous!
Honami also came to his side, leaning shoulder to shoulder and looking out: "The scenery is surprisingly good, obviously it's only on the second floor."
Hema smiled wryly and said, "That's because many houses around have been demolished, and the view will naturally be better. When the buildings of Sumitomo Construction are built, the view will not be better."
Although Sumitomo Construction has promised that the new apartment building will keep a distance from the dojo so as not to affect the lighting of the dojo, but the view will definitely be blocked.
The crane downstairs made a loud engine sound and left with smoke.
Also leaving with the cargo van.
Only Nanjo's bulletproof Lincoln remained in front of the Kiryu Dojo.
Honami: "In the next two months or so, I will give you a lot of advice. I will try my best to improve my swordsmanship! After all, living here and learning swordsmanship is the main purpose."
He Ma: "Don't worry, I will train you hard."
"Then please," Honami whispered in Kazuma's ear, "Master~Father~"
Along with the soft voice came the fragrance of white plums.
Then the mood is spoiled by the unpretentious drift and flick of an unpretentious mid-range sedan.
The car stopped next to Lincoln, and then the person in the car opened the door with a gesture of kicking and jumped out.
Mikako threw her bulging sports bag back, spread her legs apart, took a deep breath with one hand on her hip, and then shouted: "He Ma! Here I come!"
She was wearing a T-shirt, the hem of which was pulled up and tied in a knot, revealing her belly openly, and her lower body was Qingliu's denim hot pants of the same style.
Those strong white legs are a bit dazzling in the sun.
He Ma: "I see you, stop shouting!"
"Oh! Kazuma! Honami is here too. Hey, Honami, why did you have such a perm? Hahaha, can you still wear a ponytail with this hairstyle? How can you wear a mask when practicing kendo without a ponytail?"
Kazuma turned his head to look at Honami, and it was only then that he remembered that there was still this problem.
Honami: "It's okay to pierce it, but it will return to its original shape when it's put down. I used the latest negative ions to set the shape."
He Ma sighed: At this time, you started to use negative ions to collect money? He remembered that when he was in junior high school in his previous life, the air conditioner was still promoting negative ions to freshen the air.
Thinking of this, He Ma couldn't help stretching out his hand and gently stroking the latest negative ion styling result. He knew that girls actually hate others touching her hair, but he just couldn't hold back his hand.
Honami didn't seem to care at all, just looked at Kazuma.
Mikako squatted on the eaves outside the window and looked at the two of them: "When did you get to this point? I thought it was Dandan who was ahead."
Honami was startled, and took two steps back.
He Ma: "Don't go to the room just because you disagree."
"You are obviously much faster than me. Ah, there is a bed in Honami's room!" Mikako squeezed into the room from Kazuma, and lay down on Honami's bed, "So soft! So bouncy! Kazuma, I also I want a bed!"
Mikako at this time reminded Kazuma of his unknowing self who saw the spring mattress for the first time in his previous life.
Honami: "I brought it myself. How could Kazuma buy a bed? You're overthinking it."
"Well, that's right." Mikako got up and stood in front of Kazuma, "Anyway, here I come! The room next door is mine!"
"These two months are yours."
"Ah, don't worry about the details so much, then I'll go to the room over there now! You two can continue with what you just wanted to do." Mikako said and winked at Kazuma.
Honami said to her, "Let me help you."
"There's nothing to help, I just have a bag like this, and I'll just borrow a bed from Xiaoqian later."
Honami nodded, then glanced at Mikako's cool attire, and said, "Then let me change."
After she finished speaking, she looked at the horse.
Hema understood: "I'll help you!"
Then he was thrown out by Honami along with Mikako.
Mikako: "Why was I also thrown out?"
Before she finished speaking, Qingliu opened the door, and beyond her small body, she could see that the room had been tidied up.
Qingliu stared at Mikako's hot pants outfit for a few seconds, then slammed the door shut, and then there was the sound of a quick change of clothes in the room.
When she opened the door again, Qingliu changed into a pleated skirt and a short-sleeved shirt with puff sleeves.
He Ma: "Aren't you afraid that the skirt is so short?"
Qingliu glared at him, closed the door again, and put on shorts under her skirt when she opened the door again.
Mikako: "If you wear pants under a skirt, you will be disciplined by the life teacher. I am often disciplined like this when it is cold."
Qingliu: "I want you to take care of it!"
After speaking, she went downstairs with brisk steps.
Just at this time, Honami opened the door and came out. She didn't mind colliding with Mikako. She was also dressed in a T-shirt with hot pants, but the hem was not rolled up to show her belly.
When I was with Ma Deng, I felt that the old Japanese-style corridor was much brighter immediately, after all, there were four big white legs providing lighting.
Honami: "How?"
"Not bad, but your hairstyle is suitable for a dress, and now this one is more suitable for a single ponytail..."
Mikako got up from the ground and intentionally flicked her ponytail with a big movement.
Honami turned and went back into the room, and she came out a while later wearing a new dress, which was much thinner than the original one.
He Ma: "I thought you could wear a ponytail...do you like the new hairstyle so much?"
"It's okay." Honami smiled.
Mikako: "Smelly."
"Mikako, haven't we practiced against each other for a long time?" Honami asked with a smile.
"Well, yes. Let's have a game? I have long wanted to try to see if I have become stronger recently."
Kazuma looked at Mikako's level and judged that she was about to lose again, but he didn't say anything.
The three went downstairs, just in time to see Jinguji Yuzao open the door and come in.
Tamamo was carrying a small bag by herself.
Mikako asked curiously: "Danzi, you will start living in today, right? Just a little luggage?"
"Well. Because I usually stay here except I don't sleep here, and I have already moved almost all my daily necessities. Clothes and so on are all put in the empty closet in Chiyoko's room."
Hema thought about it, and it was true that Yuzao often changed clothes at home. Before that, Hema always thought that she used fairy magic, or that her clothes were simply made of fox fur, just like her hair.
Yuzao opened the small bag in her hand and showed everyone what was inside: "This time I just brought toothbrushing tools and some skin care products."
Honami: "I see, as expected of you, you are invulnerable anytime, anywhere."
"Of course, I was taught from a young age, 'to be a role model for Yamato Nadeko' or something."
"It's really strict tutoring." Honami praised.
"It's each other. By the way, Honami, you have learned ballroom dancing, and this time you live here, teach me."
"Ah, then I also want to learn Japanese dance. Eggy wouldn't mind teaching me, would you?"
Kazuma and Mikako had already stepped aside, Mikako asked Kazuma in a low voice, "How about I play a game with you first?"
"Alright, as a master, I need to confirm your growth."
He Ma firmly agreed.
But Honami immediately turned around and said to Mikako, "Even if it's the master, let's talk about first come, first come first, and Mikako's strength, with master's strength, just watch us fight to understand."
He Ma Xin thinks no, I just need to look at the tops of your heads to understand.
His golden finger is really suitable for teaching. It is clear from the top of his head whether the apprentice is working hard or not.
Without a word, Honami dragged Mikako to the dojo.
Yuzao: "Then I'll put the things away first, and then I'll go cheer the two of you."
After speaking, she passed by Kazuma and went to Chiyoko's room.
He Ma breathed a sigh of relief, and turned around and entered the dojo.
**
Mikako knelt on her knees: "I lost!"
"This is a ten-game losing streak. A total of 20 books have been taken, but none of them have been taken. This is too good." Qingliu, who was kneeling next to her, said, "Mikako, although you were taken away by the book You look very embarrassed, but you look handsome when you simply admit defeat."
Mikako raised her head sharply, and stared at Qingliu with a look of grief and indignation that she could tell at a glance: "Damn it! Why do you, a little guy, still bury me? I can't beat Honami, can I still beat you?"
"Give up." Qingliu raised her chin and pointed at Honami with her thumb, "I'm stronger than that."
"I don't believe it! Assault!" Mikako jumped up from the kneeling state at an astonishing speed, grabbed Qingliu's armpit with both hands, and lifted her up!
But this time Qingliu was not as panic-stricken as when she was attacked before. She calmly stepped on Mikako's face and then flew back.
Then Mikako’s body fell backward according to the principle of momentum conservation—
Qingliu turned over in the air and landed, her ponytails were like a pair of wings when they fell down.
She flicked her ponytails and let out a "hum".
Mikako lay on the ground and began to recite Toyotomi Hideyoshi's poem of "Desperate Death"-this one was probably chosen because Toyotomi Hideyoshi's nickname was "Monkey".
Kazuma doesn't like Toyotomi Hideyoshi. After all, he is planning to invade North Korea and then China. He plays Koei's Warring States-themed games. Except for Taiko's determination to pass on other characters who are forced to use Hideyoshi first, he is basically Toyotomi Hideyoshi will not be chosen.
Isn't it good to play Oda Nobunaga? Isn't sister Uesugi fragrant? Even if you choose Hojo to farm in Odawara, it would be fun.
Kazuma was about to interrupt Mikako's chanting, when Honami said, "When Haru said that she was better than me, I wanted to say it. It seems that we haven't had a serious fight yet, right?"
Qingliu: "It's true... no. But I can fight with the horse. Look, there are still traces of me on the stomach of the horse!"
Mikako sat up: "The statement just now seems a bit erotic?"
Regardless of Mikako, Qingliu raised her arm and pointed to the knife wound on it: "Look at this, it's all left to me by Kazuma! I almost won by cutting it!"
"But you still didn't win. You almost won and you won, one in the sky and the other in the sky. You can't beat the horse, how can you be sure that you must be better than me?" Honami asked.
She began to exude a bitter aura.
He Ma knew at a glance that she was serious.
Qingliu should have felt this too.
"Well... I understand." Qingliu looked at Honami with a serious expression, "It just so happens that I also changed into a kendo uniform, so I will fight with you as much as you want."
Just when Mikako and Honami were fighting and making a very philosophical voice, Seiryu ran to put on her kendo uniform.
In the past, the kendo uniforms in the Kiryu Dojo were not divided into people, and anyone who wanted to wear them could wear them. But these days, he and Ma have a lot of free time, so they wrote the surnames of the dojo apprentices on the front board of each kendo uniform. People have their own exclusive kendo clothes.
The board in front of Honami says "Nanjo" and Haruyuu says "Shiramine".
Not to mention, after adding the surname, the dojo feels more formal, like a place where kendo is taught instead of ninjutsu.
Although there are still a lot of people who came to see ninjutsu recently.
Seiryu picked up Mikako's bamboo knife on the ground and stood directly opposite Honami.
Seeing this posture, Mikako stopped reading the Jueming Poetry, and quickly climbed to the apprentice's position and sat upright with all hands and feet.
Kazuma also sat up straight.
There is still a small gap between Honami and Qingliu in terms of level, and Qingliu's actual combat should be far stronger than Honami.
Moreover, Qingliu's entry seems to be of a higher level, after all, there is no explanation.
But Honami's entry Haiyan seems to contain the element of being strong when you are strong.
After all, "Let the storm come more violently" is a famous line in Gorky's "Petrel".
A serious fight between the two may allow He Ma to further understand the value of the entry.
Honami and Haruyu confront each other.
Both of them were very serious, so the atmosphere in the dojo also became serious.
The wind lifted Seiryu's double ponytails and Honami's single ponytails, causing scraps of confetti to swirl on the wooden floor of the dojo—
Wait, where does the wind come from in the room
Kazuma turned her head and looked at the electric fan in the corner. Chiyoko was about to stand up, apparently she had just turned the wind to the maximum.
Chiyoko:
He Ma turned his head and continued to pay attention to the fiery confrontation between the two.
The sound of the shamisen sounded.
Kazuma turned his head to follow the prestige again, and saw Tamamo came in with the shamisen at some point, sitting next to Mikako.
Because ringing the shamisen seems to be quite appropriate at this time, Kazuma ignored it and continued to pay attention to the two people in the confrontation.
Qingliu: "Master and senior sisters really prepared a grand scene."
No, I'm not prepared, it just happens.
Honami: "Isn't it just right? Today we have to find out who is the second combat force in this dojo."
He Ma: "Well, those who practice martial arts, pay attention to the point, everyone pay attention to martial arts."
Before she finished speaking, Qingliu charged at Honami.
Honami calmly holds the sword in the middle, and looks like she is about to cut it down.
But Qingliu suddenly thrust the bamboo knife into the ground, using the friction force of Xiange, used the bamboo knife as a jumping pole for pole vault, and kicked Honami in the air!
Chiyoko yelled: "Stop! This has completely violated the rules of kendo!"
Kazuma raised one hand to stop Chiyoko from continuing.
Honami took a step to the side, trying to volley Seiryu's sword while dodging the flying kick, but was interrupted by the bamboo knife in Seiryu's hand.
After landing on the ground, Qingliu didn't take time to adjust her posture, so she forcibly reversed her direction by relying on the strength of her ankle.
It's also thanks to her small size, otherwise she would have twisted her ankle.
Qingliu was already short, but when she pressed her body and ran close to the ground, she became even shorter, just like flying close to the ground.
Honami had to turn to the lower position, and then used the upper slash to take the lead.
The sound of the bamboo knife hitting the armor exploded in the dojo.
He Ma raised his right hand: "One book."
Qingliu stopped the bamboo knife that was about to swing towards Honami's neck, and looked at Kazuma dissatisfiedly: "She made such a big upward move just now, although it hit my armor, but this angle is very bad, and the damage is limited , can't stop me from acting, I can cut her into eight pieces next!"
Before Kazuma could speak, Chiyoko said first: "Since we have agreed to follow the rules of competitive kendo..."
Honami interrupted Hippo: "No, I lost. I still habitually follow the idea of competitive kendo as long as I get the basics. Qinglu, let's continue and fight me according to actual combat."
Hema nodded: "I just called out a book because if you don't call out, she will hit you on the neck. I'm afraid you'll be hurt. Qingliu, don't aim at such a fatal position."
"If you don't call me, I will stop the moment I touch her. After all, you may hate her if you hurt her..."
She said the second half of the sentence very quietly, but Kazuma still heard it.
Mikako: "So it was Qingliu who got the money just now?"
Kazuma: "Well. In actual combat, Honami is dead. Honami, come on, I look forward to the time when I can fight side by side with you."
Honami bowed to Kazuma: "I will work hard."
He and the horse made a gesture of returning to their places.
So the two returned to the starting position of the duel again.
Chiyoko sat next to Hema—she was second only to Hema's teacher in the dojo, although she might not be able to beat Mikako.
"Based on actual combat, is this a kendo gym or a sword-drawing gym?"
She complained quietly.
He Ma: "Don't make the distinction so clear."
While talking, Haruu rushed towards Honami again.
The girls continued to sweat.