I Teach Kendo in Tokyo Chapter 44: The night of the full moon

After night fell, the teachers went back to the office to rest, and the restless students began to work.

Less than half an hour into the night, and Ma was reciting history, suddenly a guy from the next class rushed into the classroom of Class B of Class 3 and shouted: "Morino from Class A has confessed to Oi from Class C!"

With this voice, the boys who had been preparing hard in the class were all distracted. After a short silence, the boys rushed to the corridor while booing.

He Ma glanced at the chairman, and found that she had given up her plan to stop the boys, and just watched the boys pour out of the classroom and threw all kinds of props on the ground.

"Is that okay?" Kazuma asked.

"Even if I stop it, it won't help, right?" the chairman asked, "Anyway, the preparations are not finished until the last minute, and this is also the fixed start of the preparations for the cultural festival.

"To be honest, I have experienced five cultural festivals from junior high school to now, and I have never been able to complete all the preparations well, and in the end, I have to catch the ducks on the shelves.

"I don't think the sixth time would be an exception."

Mikako complained: "Eggzi, you sound like an old man!"

He Ma noticed that the chairman's body froze, but he returned to normal immediately. The chairman said calmly: "Well, this is also impossible, after all, I am your mother."

"Did you actually recognize this setting directly?" Mikako continued to complain, "Then mom, I want to drink juice, give it to me!"

"Today the commissary is open until ten o'clock, so go buy it yourself," said the chairman.

Tonight, although the school allows overnight stays, it is forbidden to leave the school after dark. To meet the needs of the students, the canteen will extend its business hours. In the afternoon, He Ma saw a small truck with replenishment from the canteen entering the school.

Mikako: "Sure enough, the response is the same as my mother! Especially this impatient tone!"

He and Ma just wanted to tease the chairman with Mikako, and Honami Nanjo entered the classroom surrounded by the three of the craft club.

Because most of the people in the classroom went to watch the two school romance dramas of Class A and Class C, at this time, there were only Kazuma and the others in the entire classroom.

"Chairman, how is the finished product?" The craftsman asked the chairman excitedly.

After all, she is the leader of the cultural festival activities in the class, and she needs her nod for the results.

The chairman pushed his glasses, looked Nanjo up and down carefully, and nodded: "Well, it's not bad."

At this time, Nanjo was dressed in ancient men's clothing, but it was not completely men's clothing. The people of the craft club added some designs that reflected Nanjo's female signs.

Wearing Nanjo in this body, wearing a bamboo hat and a prop sword on the back, looks like a heroic and valiant woman.

One of the girls from the craft club expressed her creative thoughts: "Nanjo is so good-looking, even if it's pure men's clothing, as long as the belt is tight, it can be easily seen as a woman.

"We originally planned to change the outfit directly from the Shinsengumi, but we ended up adding some details that would highlight the female identity."

Nanojo wasn't listening to the craftsman's explanation at all, she stared straight at Kazuma.

He Ma gave her a thumbs up: "very beautiful, very beautiful."

Mikako slumped on the table: "I lost!"

One of the girls from the craft club saw Mikako like this and immediately stepped forward: "We also made a suit for Fujii-san."

"Eh? Me? I'm not from your class? I have to work at the fried noodle stall in our class."

"It's alright, anyway, there are materials left, so I'll do it."

"Is it made with the leftover scraps? Or is it easy? I'm even more depressed when you say that. I'm a human being, and I'm sorry!"

Mikako is full of firepower and even brings a Kansai accent. But she should be a native of Kanto, and the Kansai dialect sounds weird.

"In terms of setting," the girls from the craft club were busy introducing their masterpieces, and the lazy Rimi Kako complained, "You are Miss Nanjo's maid, the only one who knows the identities of both sides. You look at the lady and the beloved. People are facing each other with swords and their hearts are burning."

Mikako looked at the displayed clothes: "Hey, doesn't it look good? It's a fake kimono for the convenience of wearing?"

Women's kimonos are very troublesome to wear, so now Japan has "fake kimonos" that are easy to wear. They just look like kimonos, but the layers of materials and belts are all sewn together. Yes, wrap one set on your body, and you're done with one button.

It's the same idea as the simple tie that doesn't need a bow tie.

However, the Japanese are a bit poor, and the "workers" who rely on kimono handicraft to eat will not allow this modern product to take their jobs, so this new thing is quickly wiped out.

But in the field of costumes, this thing was kept for convenience.

After all, when filming, it is very likely that a secondary character has to change many sets of clothes a day to go through the motions, and it is impossible to use a formal kimono that is too difficult to wear.

Seeing that Mikako was ready to try, he and Ma patted her on the shoulder: "You can change it, it's not too much trouble."

"Well, since Kazuma said so." Mikako stood up, "Then I'll... Hey, Kazuma, look at the playground!"

He Ma turned his head and looked out the window.

It looks like someone is drawing something on the playground pushing the cart that gym class uses to draw lines on the playground.

Kazuma couldn't help frowning: At this time, I painted something like Nazca on the playground. Isn't this the plot of "The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya"?

He stood up, leaning on the window sill and looking out—it was too dark, but by the lights on the side of the school building, he could barely make out that the drawing was a girl, with a school uniform skirt and long hair in braids. swaying in the night wind.

At this point, she seems to have run out of flowers, and Hema sees her throw the cart aside and light the match.

She threw the match to the ground.

The next moment the marks on the ground she had just drawn with the cart were all set ablaze.

That's actually text.

A giant "favorite" is burning on the playground.

Fortunately, this is Japanese, and there are not many strokes to write. If it is Chinese, she may not be able to write all the materials on the trolley.

Then the girl shouted at the teaching building: "Sauce! I'm here to answer you!

"I like you the most!"

He Ma's mouth opened into an O shape. I never imagined that this would be like the finale of the Shirakawa Firefly line of "Autumn Memories 2".

So young?

He Ma saw a boy rushing out of the school building like a rocket and heading straight for the girl jumping and yelling on the playground.

A large group of people from the Student Union Executive Department behind the boy took fire extinguishers to cover up.

Immediately afterwards, He Ma saw a few figures in girls' uniforms also come out of the teaching building, but they did not follow, but stood at the door of the teaching building in an overwhelming posture.

From the size of the chest, Kazuma boldly speculates that it is the new student council president Niinan Licai.

Nanjo and Mikako also squeezed into a window frame with Kazuma to look at the playground, so Kazuma could see the outline of their pectoralis major muscles when Kazuma looked down.

Based on a rough comparison, and the horse has the upper hand?

Mikako: "It's really youthful. I'm afraid the girl will be suspended from school in the future, right?"

Before he finished speaking, the entire teaching building cheered.

Because the boy kissed the girl in full view.

Nanjo: "Now, both of them are going to suspend school to reflect."

"Isn't that right, take the opportunity to go on a date together." Mikako said enviously, "Anyway, they're only in their second year of high school, so they still have time to spend. Speaking of which, Honami, you wanted to instigate Okada-san to add a kiss scene. !”

"I was joking."

"Really? I clearly think you're serious!"

These two people were arguing with the horse across the distance, and they both turned their bodies to face each other because of the need for dialogue.

He Ma suddenly felt that the school uniform pants were a little too small. After all, they were ordered when I was a freshman in high school. Even if there was room for growth at that time, it might not be enough.

The chairman occupied a window next to the three, looked at the noisy playground below, and muttered: "Although I expected the air to be full of hormones tonight, this is too hormones. "

**

Hanafang Takashi and Wakamiya Daisuke had just climbed over the school's fence and were crouching behind the street trees planted by the wall.

"Did you get it? The window of Class B of the third year!"

Hanafang Takashi paid no attention to what was happening on the playground, and focused on the classroom of Class B of the third year.

"I got it, sandwiched between two pairs of steamed buns of this size. Although Kiryu and Ma didn't do anything, readers will give him a complete set." Daisuke Wakamiya pressed the shutter again and again.

Photojournalists like them are the type who press the shutter desperately and never save the film. Only when the number of shots is large enough can they find one or two particularly beautiful photos among the huge amount of unused photos.

Takashi Hanafura: "Not enough, not enough at all! We'll definitely be able to capture more powerful images. Especially after twelve o'clock at night.

"At that time, most of the students went to bed, and it was time for the teachers on the night shift to go back to the office for a drink, and the time for young people officially began."

Wakamiya Daisuke listened with a "I understand" smile.

Takashi Hanafura continued, "I always felt that the design of summer uniforms was so thin that it was deliberately designed to increase the fertility rate.

"When I was studying, I couldn't hold back when I saw the outlines of the underwear showing under the sweat-soaked clothes of the girls who came back from gym class."

Daisuke Wakamiya couldn't help but stop filming and turned to look at his partner.

Hanafang Takashi continued: "I think the sailor suit is the best **** outfit. In the nightclubs I often go to, this is the most popular cross-dressing. These high school girls wear this kind of clothes all day and dangle in the sun. How is it possible that nothing happens?"

"Brother, this is not the first time I think you have a problem." Daisuke Wakamiya said something bluntly.

After so many years of partners and friends.

Hanafang Takashi snorted.

Now they are blocked by the people putting out the fire on the playground and can only hide under the tree.

However, just as Hanafang Takashi said, the highlight of this infiltrate was until eleven or twelve o'clock in the evening.

It doesn't matter where you're lying to pass the time now.

Just lying under the tree will cheapen the big mosquitoes in autumn.

If Miya Daisuke stopped playing with the camera and put a force on his neck, he was afraid that a big mosquito would die and his own blood would flow out.

**

That night, Kazuma reviewed most of the history test center manuals, and under the supervision of the chairman, made a paper to see the scores that can be obtained at this stage.

He then played against Nanjo in a costume for a while.

In addition to leaving the classroom to deal with the fight between the two boys, the chairman of the committee watched Kazuma in the classroom the whole time.

It's finally time to turn off the lights for the overnight stay.

The chairman began to instruct the detained students to push the desks and chairs aside and roll up the bedding on the floor.

Although overnight stays are allowed at the cultural festival every year, the class is still excited as if it was the first time sharing a dormitory with classmates.

Mikako rolled into Class B's classroom with a bed and roll, and it was as if everyone hadn't seen her.

She rolled up the bed and opened it next to Hema, and smiled while making the bed: "This is the first time I've slept with Hema."

"Do you have any ambiguity here?"

"It's okay, no one cares about such details." Mikako said nonchalantly.

Nanjo: "Didn't the Kendo club go to the dormitory before?"

"No, because since we joined the Kendo Club in high school, this is the first time we have entered the National Convention. Without the National Convention, naturally there would be no intensive dormitory. After all, Kitagar's is a very poor public school. , the dormitory funds should be distributed to those clubs that have entered the national convention."

Nanjo had an expression of knowing something new, and nodded thoughtfully: "Is that so."

Chiyoko also spread the bedding, and then said to Nanjo: "Me and Nanjo-senpai have shared a room several times. I also slept in the same room with Nanjo-senpai."

"Yeah." Nanjo nodded, "When Chiyoko was on the first day of the first year, she would put on a quilt at night, and I would cover it for her."

Chiyoko blushed.

Mikako: "Chiyoko's first day... Isn't that when we were in our first year of high school? Did I lose from that time?"

"No, I saw Kazuma a few times at that time, but I didn't leave a deep impression on him. I thought he was 'Chiyoko's older brother', and I didn't even remember his face. However, I remember being very shy when I saw Ma and Ma at that time."

Nantou paused and added: "Most boys get shy when they see me."

"I think they just don't know where to look," He Ma jumped out to explain to the male compatriots, "Look at the face, it's too beautiful, you'll be embarrassed, lower your eyes, you'll see even worse Nice stuff..."

Nanjo laughed happily.

Mikako touched herself: "I'm actually not bad?"

Chiyoko: "Mikako-senpai has a girl-next-door aura, and she's the kind of girl next door who would come and hang out with boys, so boys are your good brothers."

Mei Jiazi pouted: "Che, what about the eggs?"

She turns her head to look at the egg.

Everyone turned their heads in response to the question.

The chairman is standing in front of the window, looking at the starry sky, with thick-rimmed glasses in his hand.

She has a restrained charm when she takes off her glasses.

He Ma: "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." The chairman shook his head, "I just think the moonlight today is really beautiful."

He Ma turned his head and looked out the window, and sure enough he saw a full moon in the sky.

Speaking of which, this date, converted into the Chinese lunar calendar, is roughly equivalent to around the Mid-Autumn Festival on August 15th?

So it is normal to have such a round moon.

He Ma looked at the full moon and was suddenly filled with homesickness.

Tang Shi said, he raised his head to look at the bright moon and lowered his head to think of his hometown.

He Ma suddenly wanted to eat moon cakes.

If the memories of my father and mother in my previous life are correct, my father should have just met the mother of the women's basketball team at the factory basketball team at this time.

He Ma suddenly wanted to cross the ocean to witness the romantic youth of Mom and Dad, and see his own birth--I don't know if this somewhat dislocated parallel time and space will give birth to me. .

He Ma would like to go back and see the boiler room in the factory compound, and see the starfruit forest that I passed through when I went to fetch water with my father when I was a child.

He wants to witness the end of the dual-track system of meal tickets and vegetable tickets.

He wanted to go fishing with his dad - when the ticket offer was just canceled, it was all about getting up early to buy meat and fish, but most of the time it wasn't available.

So Dad took the fishing rod, sang "Nanniwan", and took Xiao Hema to "respond to the call to make his own clothes and food".

This situation did not gradually change until the vegetable basket project started.

The tide of memories surged, and the strong nostalgia hit Kazuma.

He wants to go back and see the motherland that has just escaped the catastrophe, the tattered hometown that many people despise, and her dirty face.

He Ma stood by the window, looked up at the bright moon, and took out the harmonica.

He has been able to operate the harmonica proficiently. After all, he has been practicing for nearly a hundred days since the beginning.

He put the harmonica to his lips and without hesitation began to play "I Love You China" by Wang leather pants.

Whenever I feel pain, I want you to hold me close

Touch my soul like you always do

Whenever I am confused, you give me a kind of warmth

Like someone's arm around my shoulders

Sometimes I'm lonely and helpless like a rock rolling down a hill

But as long as I think of your name, I will always regain my confidence

Sometimes I lose my direction like a stray swallow in the sky

But as long as I think of your existence, I won't be afraid anymore

I love you Chinese beloved mother

I cry for you and I am proud of you

……

Blowing and blowing, there was too much snot and tears, and the tone of the harmonica changed. Kazuma could only put down the harmonica and wanted to wipe it.

The three girls immediately handed over their handkerchiefs, but Kazuma directly smeared with the sleeves of the school uniform.

The only chairman who did not hand a handkerchief asked: "Whose song is this for?"

" To mother ~IndoMTL.com~ and Ma answered without hesitation, "My dear mother. "

"That's it." The chairman looked up at the moon, "It's such a wonderful song, you can feel the emotions surging. Your emotions will definitely be conveyed."

And Ma also looked up at the sky.

In his previous life, he didn't really like to go home and listen to his parents nagging, and he didn't take the Mid-Autumn Festival's reunion seriously.

Probably because of that era, the Internet has eliminated distance.

Hema in the Internet age has never experienced nostalgia.

Now he's actually experiencing it.

Sure enough, even if the skin is replaced, the heart beating under the chest is still a pure and innocent heart.

He Ma silently added one of his future goals: to go back to China to have a look, even as an international friend.