Before entering the classroom with Ma, I was worried about whether I would be scolded by the head teacher—yes, there are head teachers in Japan, and the bond with students is stricter than in China.
Unexpectedly, when the head teacher saw Kazuma and Fujii appearing at the door of the classroom, he laughed and said, "You two are done running."
He Ma: "Report to the teacher, the run is over."
"Don't be so loud, I don't teach physical education." The head teacher shook the Chinese textbook in his hand, "Go back to your seat."
Kazuma and Fujii hurried through the classroom and returned to their respective seats.
Japanese schools are strictly hierarchical, and there is a pyramid-like interpersonal relationship in the class. Because of his good looks and lively personality, Fujii also joined the sports department club, which belongs to the top of the pyramid.
Kiryu and Ma themselves, as students of the sports club, are also at the top of the pyramid, but Ma and Ma are not the center of their small group.
He Ma has no problem with this, it won't be crowded out and won't attract attention, it's good, it's very comfortable.
But if he and Fujii became boyfriend and girlfriend, he would probably completely become the center of the small group.
—Damn, why am I thinking about this, now is not the time to enjoy school life.
He Ma thought of the "sunny baby" he saw when he went out in the morning.
Today I just hung a chicken, tomorrow maybe those jiudao will make Chiyoko into a sunny doll.
—Sure enough, I still have to find a way to convince Chiyoko to sell the dojo.
Kazuma opened the book while thinking, pretending to be listening to the class seriously.
**
In the blink of an eye, it was afternoon.
Japanese schools start classes late in the morning and leave early in the afternoon. This tradition started before the implementation of loose education.
Students have plenty of time to participate in club activities.
This afternoon, the Kendo Club mainly selects the main players who will participate in the regional preliminary selection.
Guruji Ward is the next ward of Tokyo, so there is no such thing as a prefectural assembly—because there is no county, and schools in Guruji Ward will participate in the Tokyo Metropolitan District Preliminary Selection.
He Ma was very careful not to use his teeth again, so as not to attract more attention.
However, purely relying on his new foundation, it is easy to become a regular player without any pressure.
After finishing the afternoon training, Kazuma was maintaining the bamboo knife, Fujii came over and said, "Why didn't you just use that thrust?"
"I suddenly lost my memory and forgot that trick."
He Ma murmured in his heart: I made a mistake in order to pick you up in the morning, and I don't want to attract more attention in the afternoon.
Seeing that Fujii had something to say on his face, he quickly changed the topic: "Don't you protect the bamboo knife?"
Bamboo knives are not just a piece of broken bamboo. Some problems may occur if they are not maintained frequently. Because of this, many Chinese kendo gyms in later generations have switched to sponge swords, which require no maintenance, save trouble, and are far less harmful than bamboo swords when hitting people. There is no requirement for armor for training.
"I did the maintenance at noon." Fujii patted her bamboo knife that was already in the bag, "I'm going to change clothes, don't leave, wait for me."
After she finished speaking, she bounced away.
He Ma was also surprised that this girl gave up on teaching her teeth by herself
He gathered the cleaned and polished bamboo pieces together, and then installed the sword collar, middle knot, and first leather in sequence, and then installed the tendons for straightening the bamboo sword.
Kazuma put the maintained bamboo knife into the bag, then stood up and bowed to Daimon Goro: "Thank you for your hard work, teacher, goodbye, teacher."
"Well, don't hang around, just go home!" Daimon Goro urged.
"knew."
Hema picked up the bamboo knife and went back to the agency office to change his clothes. As soon as he arrived at the school gate, he was overtaken by Fujii who trotted over.
"Let's go to the dim sum shop!"
Mikako Fujii stretched her waist while talking, the top of the winter sailor suit was pushed up high by a certain part.
After school, it seems to be the daily routine of Fujii Mikako and Kiryu Kazuma to go to a nearby confectionery shop to eat and chat.
He Ma is actually quite strange. Fujii seems to have a pretty good relationship with the original owner, but she hasn't found out that the soul inside the original owner's skin is different.
Could it be that the character of the original owner is very similar to that of a horse
To be honest, if it weren't for the fact that his family's savings were almost bottomed out, and there was still a lot of pressure, he really wanted to sing the praises of his youth.
There is a younger sister at home, both parents are dead, and there is a big house—although most of the area is a gymnasium for practice.
At school there is Mikako Fujii, a girl who is perfect both as a buddy and as a girlfriend.
Of course, there are still a few bad male friends, and that He Ma took the initiative to pass by.
Isn't this the perfect romantic comedy configuration
In fact, there is still hope to continue the romantic comedy. As long as Chiyoko is persuaded to sell the dojo, and use the historical knowledge in his head to invest in future industries, he can enjoy the school life like a romantic comedy without any worries.
Kazuma was thinking about how to persuade Chiyoko, Fujii patted him on the shoulder: "You are talking!"
"Ah, what's the matter?" Hema was startled, Fujii had been chattering before, but he didn't listen at all.
"I'm talking about your thrust! After I went back, I thought about it. It should be like this on the back foot, and then like this..."
Mikako Fujii was wearing a sailor suit just like this, posing in a kendo posture on the side of the road, showing Fujii the decomposition action she thought of.
He Ma: "Almost, the rest is to practice and make yourself as proficient as possible."
"Your tone, it sounds like you have practiced a lot?" Mikako Fujii looked at Kazuma with dissatisfaction, "You have been fishing for fish in the club."
"Yes, but my family has a dojo, so I can practice at home."
Just as Fujii was about to say something about what Kazuma said, he heard a mournful howl from ahead: "No! Stop it!"
The two turned their heads together and found that the voice came from the dim sum shop they were planning to go to.
The aunt who runs the dim sum shop knelt on the ground, hugging the thigh of the young man dressed in extreme style, crying loudly.
"Go away!" The young man wanted to kick the aunt away, but he didn't, so he swung the wooden stick in his hand angrily.
The aunt screamed and let go of her hand, covering her forehead that was beaten.
At the same time, two other vicious young men dressed in extreme fashion smashed the glass jars of dim sum placed at the entrance of the dim sum shop with baseball bats.
The sound of glass shattering can be heard endlessly, mixed with the cries of the lady in the pastry shop.
"You old man, just take the money and move away, nothing will happen!" The young man who beat someone said in a reprimanding tone, "It's because you don't move away, so the brothers have to go to work ! Usually at this time, we are all beating Brother Paqing!"
He Ma understood that this was another forced relocation.
The 1980s was a decade of great development in Tokyo. As the largest and most experienced metropolis in Japan, Tokyo has piles of old neighborhoods, and there is great resistance to demolition and renovation.
This gave the Jidao organization a great opportunity to develop.
Guruji District is one of the oldest blocks in the twenty-three districts of Tokyo. As far as the eye can see, it is full of old wooden houses of one or two floors.
Of course, it has become the hardest hit area for real estate development.
The dim sum shop is probably also within the development zone, but I don't know if the one who wants to buy the shop is Sumitomo Construction.
The aunt cried: "This is the store left by my mother, it is an important memory..."
"Who the hell cares about you!" The young hooligan stepped on the aunt's face and kicked her to the ground.
At this time, He Ma noticed that the sign pinned to the lapel of the rogue's suit was not in the same group as the one who hung the dead chicken at his door in the morning.
While observing these with the horse, Mikako Fujii jumped out with a bamboo knife.
"Hey! How do you treat the old man?"
He Ma: Damn it!
The hooligans turned their heads to look at Mikako Fujii, and the expressions on their faces changed immediately.
The hooligan leader who stomped on the aunt's face whistled: "Wow, look, who is here! I thought it was the Zhaza town council!"
The town's association is an autonomous organization of the folk neighborhoods in Japan. Most of the neighborhoods have them. In this era, they are either defeated by the Yakuza organization and survive in name only, or they transform into Yakuza themselves.
Another hooligan looked at Fujii Mikako with obscene eyes, and said, "Miss, have you watched Lupine the Third too much, and want to be a heroine like that Fujii?"
The hooligan leader slammed the man on the head with a baseball bat: "Biga! You even showed me animations! You've lost all your face!"
Then he turned to Fujii Mikako again, with a reasonable expression: "Miss, this is your fault, we are doing business. This rough snack shop, facing the high price offered by Sumitomo Construction, unexpectedly Unsatisfied, greedy to sit on the ground and raise prices... "
The lady at the dim sum shop shouted: "I don't have any! I just don't want to sell..."
"Shut up for me!"
The hooligan leader waved the big stick in his hand and smashed it down on the aunt's head.
"Hand!" Fujii Mikako yelled, and at the same time quickly drew out the sword, and the bamboo knife accurately hit the gangster leader's hand, causing his baseball bat to fly out of his hand.
The gangster screamed like a pig, and stared at Mikako viciously: "Damn! This woman is crazy! Fuck me! Sell it to Kabukicho to let her understand the cruelty of society!"
Seeing this, the other hooligans rushed forward screaming like chicken blood.
And Ma sighed.
He is going to sell the dojo, so he doesn't want to take the initiative to find trouble with the jiudao.
However, the badges of this group of hooligans are different from the ones in the morning, and they should be from a different group. It is probably okay to beat them up.
I guess so.
Hema drew out his bamboo knife, put on a posture, aimed at the rushing hooligan, and exerted force.
The next moment, the "Xian Ge" on the head of the bamboo knife hit the eye socket of the hooligan he aimed at.
One of the main functions of "Xiange" is to reduce the lethality of the bamboo knife when stabbing and avoid injury. After all, this is a prop for practice.
However, He Ma mobilized all the muscles in his whole body to form a joint force with this thrust.
Although there was Xian Ge, the force was so great that the bamboo knife was like a hammer wrapped in a leather sheath, and it hit the hooligan's eye socket hard.
He screamed and fell backwards, his eye sockets were blackened.
This made him unable to become a fighting force for a while.
At this time, Mikako Fujii also hit a rogue in the head with the upper slash. She glanced at Kazuma and shouted: "Nice!"
Kazuma: "Fujii, back!"
However, it was too late to shout with the horse, and the gangster hit the back of Mikako's head with a bat, knocking her unconscious.
Kazuma gnashed his teeth again, piercing the left eye of the hooligan who knocked Mikako unconscious into a panda's eye, and then supported Mikako's body who was about to fall to the ground.
Mikako's eyes were blank, and she didn't seem to wake up at all.
"Tsk tsk tsk," the hooligan leader picked up the bat that Mikako had just knocked off, and looked at Kazuma with malicious intent, "What's going on today? The little ghosts with bamboo knives jumped out one by one, and they weren't acting Dahe drama."
The other two hooligans who were still able to stand up surrounded them, one left and one right, and the one on the left still had a rough mark left by Mikako with a bamboo knife on his face.
There were five hooligans in total, and the two who fell to the ground were the results of the war with the horse.
Mikako's sword should have knocked down one, but she may have subconsciously kept her hand.
Now, one-on-one with Ma, with Mikako still in his arms, who has lost consciousness.
— Tsk, trouble.
Cold sweat ran down He Ma's cheeks.