I Teach Kendo in Tokyo Chapter 45: Chekov’s gun

At this time, not only the girls were listening to the harmonica played by Hema.

Actually the entire classroom is listening.

After all, the sound of a harmonica is not directional.

The full feelings of Ma and Ma are also conveyed to all listeners along with the melody of the music.

So in the classroom where the lights had been turned off and only the lights of emergency lights and flashlights were lit, someone suddenly sobbed.

"What's wrong?" someone asked immediately.

"I think of my dead grandma."

He Ma looked back in surprise, and found that the classmates in the classroom were all overwhelmed by the tune he just played.

This makes Kazuma feel a little strange, because when he just blew, he just wanted to express his inner feelings.

He didn't try to impress anyone, he just played the lyrics in notes on the harmonica.

He wasn't even sure if the thing he was blowing sounded good or not.

After all, it's just to replace the lyrics with harmonica notes to spell out the melody.

But looking at the reactions of the classmates now, the effect is quite good?

You even blew a cry?

But Hema thought, I am more of a family and country feeling, I am thinking of the motherland that raised me, and I want to witness her rise from the mud and move towards revival. You think of dying after hearing this. What the **** is grandma?

At this time, Kazuma saw Okada Anri coming with a flashlight: "I'm very touched."

"When you say that you are moved, can you stop flashing your face with a flashlight from the direction of your chin, it looks like you are telling a ghost story."

"Ah, sorry, we were going to have a ghost story meeting over there just now, and then subconsciously took the torch."

The chairman cleared his throat: "You wouldn't light candles under the quilt, would you? There's a fire hazard, so you can't."

In Japan, candles are lit when telling ghost stories. After telling a ghost story, a candle is blown out. When all the candles are blown out, the real ghost will usually come.

Of course this is in horror comics. In reality, it's probably the moment when the last candle is blown out, and there will be a live treasure roaring to scare other people away.

Okada Anri looked at Kazuma excitedly: "So, the place of the stars was also created by you, Kiryu-san, right? It's not something the Nanjo family bought from a poor musician to support you, right? ?"

And the horse: "Uh, yes."

He hesitated for a moment. After all, he was quite aware of the genuine version of He Ma in his previous life, and he still had a little bit of resistance to copying other people's works.

But this little bit of resistance can only make him hesitate.

"Fantastic! Can I trouble you to compose music for Yanwu?"

"I can't." He Ma replied very succinctly, "I have no knowledge of music theory, nor do I know how to compose music, I just feel it, and even the score must be learned for me by Nanjo and the chairman. Pick up."

Okada Anri looked disappointed: "So...I thought I could match it with a stunning BGM. I recently discovered that a good BGM can even turn a bad plot into a magical one."

He Ma: "You are wrong. When the plot is rotten to the extreme, no matter how good the music is, it can't be saved, and even the music critics will be killed."

"Will it be?" Okada Anri didn't seem too convinced.

"What are you doing if you don't sleep!" A loud shout came from the door, and Kazuma saw that it was Daemon Goro.

The school's physical education teachers are staying at school tonight, responsible for maintaining order and preventing students from killing or killing people.

Everyone hurriedly dispersed from the window and got into their respective beds.

Damon Goro stood at the door like a door god, and after confirming that everyone fell asleep, he turned the portable torch in his hand and continued to patrol the other classes.

Just as Daemon Goro walked away, the classmate who was sleeping near the door bounced up and ran to the door, sticking his head out and looking out.

A moment later he waved: "Okay, let's go!"

The various light sources brought by the students in the classroom turned on again.

Ghost stories, small talk, everyone shared the snacks they brought.

This is also a part of the cultural festival's preparation for co-lodging.

**

Daimon Goro returned to the teacher's office, turned off the flashlight, sat behind the desk, and let out a long sigh of relief.

"The third graders look safe?"

"How is it possible, I'm sure I'll start playing again as soon as I leave. It doesn't matter, as long as they don't make too much noise, don't mess with public order and good morals, just turn a blind eye."

"For the past few years, we have always opened one eye and closed the other," said Mr. Zhongjo, who took the initiative to stay on duty today, with a smile, "Those boys, don't look at all kinds of pornographic jokes, they are actually very tender. Most don't dare to do it.

"According to previous experience, it's more difficult for girls. Recently, hot girls are getting more and more precocious."

"In fact, the most troublesome, isn't it Kiryu and Ma that group?" Teacher Xiao Niaoyu, who also took the initiative to stay in school, joined the conversation, "Maybe they will have a big event tonight."

"No, Kiryu's group has no problem. Jinguji is watching." Nakajo-sensei said indifferently, "Jinguji has a sense of proportion and knows what can be done and what can't be done. She doesn't mature like a high school girl."

Daimon Goro: "Who of you wants instant noodles? I'll go to the boiling water room to make them together."

"Okay, I want it, I just have a bowl of noodles prepared by Nissin."

Mr. Xiao Niao Yu took out a bowl of noodles from her drawer.

"I eat when I'm hungry when I prepare lessons at school."

The teachers are chatting like this, and as long as there's no big commotion outside, they'll spend most of the evening in the office.

**

At this moment, Takashi Hanafura and Daisuke Wakamiya were lurking outside the classroom of Class 3 B. Just when Goro Daimon visited, they hid in the small room where the janitors kept cleaning tools not far away.

Now, they are quietly listening to what is happening in the classroom.

However, the chatter of the students was a bit loud, so even if Hanafura Takashi borrowed the help of modern equipment, he couldn't hear what Kazuma and the others were talking about.

"I think we should climb the tree in the atrium so that we can shoot from the tree into the classroom," suggested Daisuke Wakamiya.

"No, if your photos aren't good enough, it's because you're not close enough. If you want to capture the beautiful moment, you have to get as close to the target as possible." Takashi Hanafura said confidently.

He leaned over the classroom window that opened into the hallway and peered in again.

The students in the classroom are enjoying their youth to the fullest—in a healthier way.

He Ma and his party, who slept by the window at the back of the classroom, were just chatting.

That Kiryu and Ma didn't even have the courage to put their hands under the girl's quilt! Hanaba Takashi was speechless.

He recalled the time when he used to put his hand into the girl's bed and was beaten by a group.

Kafang Takashi shrank back and pouted.

"So, let's climb the tree..." Daisuke Wakamiya suggested again.

Hanafang Takashi also declined again, but this time he gave a different reason than last time. He said: "Most of the students are lying down now. You run outside and climb trees, you can't see what they are doing."

Daisuke Wakamiya shrugged.

Kafang Takashi shrank back and sat down with his back against the wall.

"Speaking of which," he said suddenly, "the song Kiryu and Ma played on the harmonica just now is really good. Have you heard it before?"

"No, I'm pretty sure I haven't. I haven't heard either the harmonica or the symphony version."

Hanafang Takashi nodded: "I haven't heard it either. As an entertainment reporter, I've heard a lot of music, and I shouldn't forget about such impressive harmonica songs.

"Do you think Kiryu and Ma really have the talent for composing?"

Wakamiya Daisuke: "It's possible, but what does it have to do with our material?"

Kafang Longzhi pursed his lips and fell into deep thought. After a while, he said: "'His talent attracted girls around him, scrambling to be courteous, just to get him a moment's favor', what do you think of this? ?"

"I don't think so, our readers are the kind of idiots who want to see simple and straightforward revelations."

"But now there are too many such revelations in our magazines. If you change the taste, it may work well.

"This time we will write a story of bitterness. Every girl who is deeply in it is in great pain and has to compete with friends for his favor. What do you think of this?"

Daisuke Wakamiya's thoughtful response: "You mean, turn this into a bittersweet drama? Like a soap opera at noon every day?"

"Yes!"

"Tsk...I remember a previous reader survey showing that our magazine's readers do have quite a few housewives."

Well, no one likes gossip more than a housewife.

Hanafang Takashi continued to follow his own train of thought: "We want to take a separate photo of each girl, and it must be melancholy and full of sadness, which makes people feel distressed at first glance."

Daisuke Wakamiya took out the Polaroid photo from his arms and quickly selected one from it: "How do you like this? It was just taken at the faucet."

Hanafang Takashi took the photo and saw that it was a girl drinking from the faucet.

The faucet in Japan can be twisted, twist the faucet upwards, it can become a small fountain-like device, and then open the valve, you can drink water directly without embarrassing your mouth or your neck.

The photo given by Daisuke Wakamiya perfectly meets Takashi Hanafura's request. The girl who is drinking water shows a tired expression. Combined with the light and shadow composition of the photo, the feeling of sadness is about to come out.

But this photo has a fatal problem.

Kafang Takashi: "Who is this?"

"I don't know," Daisuke Wakamiya shrugged, "I just took this photo when I passed the sink on the second floor, but you see, it perfectly meets your requirements, doesn't it?"

"The second floor, that's the second-year high school students." Takashi Hanaba continued to look at the photo with the light of the flashlight, "But the photo is really good. Okay, I'll use this one. I'll try to make more of it. A little.

"As before, we'd just have to put a line 'The picture has nothing to do with the text' in a place where almost no one will notice.

"It's impossible for such a talented man Kiryu Kazuma to have only those three followers. No, it should be like this. The three best followers are favored by Kazuma, and the rest can only sigh secretly.

"At the beginning of the chapter, there is an editor's note 'In North Gurzka High School, the girls are experiencing a youth that is different from their peers in other schools', and then I start talking about the super talented Kiryu and Ma, And the story of a whole school of girls who admired him and longed for his favor."

Wakamiya Daisuke is also excited: "Is the whole school? Playing so big? That's good! This time, not only housewives readers will like it, but also readers who like to be curious and straightforward and exciting.

"Let's find a few more photo actresses, the ones who have just debuted and are not yet famous. They have their faces coded, and their school uniforms are dressed in a sloppy look, and they are mixed into the real photos..."

"No!" Takashi Hanafura interrupted Daisuke Wakamiya, "You don't need to dress very surly. Sailor suits are already very lustrous."

Daisuke Wakamiya nodded: "Yes, that's it! I think this time is another big hit, and this year's year-end performance award belongs to both of us!"

Hanafang Takashi: "For credibility, we will also play a song by Kiryu and Ma. Have you recorded the harmonica song just now?"

Wakamiya Daisuke smiled: "Who do you think I am? You are in charge of the general direction of the material, and I am in charge of the material. Didn't we work together like this all the time? Did I miss any material?"

"Okay." Hanafang Takashi poked his head out and glanced inside the classroom again, "It seems that the material we want will not be available in this classroom for a while, so let's go fight guerrilla first and take pictures of those girls and boys who are cheating, Take the guy off the camera and you're sure to get a lot of usable images."

"'The night before the cultural festival, sadness pervades the campus'?" Although Daisuke Wakamiya is a photojournalist, he has a knack for playing with words.

"Okay, just do it like this." Huafang Longzhi had just finished speaking, when the light of a large flashlight suddenly appeared at the end of the corridor in the distance.

"Go ahead, teacher is on patrol again?" Takashi Hanafura turned off his flashlight and patted Daisuke Wakamiya, "Let's dodge."

The hallway obviously didn't see Takashi Hanafang's flashlight, or he thought, "If it's all consciously extinguished, just open one eye and close one eye." Anyway, the teacher didn't say anything, and continued to shake the flashlight to this side. coming.

Takashi Hanafura and Daisuke Wakamiya ran in the opposite direction and turned into the stairwell.

They went down one floor - the third level was in the classrooms on the top floor, and further up was the rooftop.

However, what people didn't expect was that the inspecting teacher actually came to the second floor when he arrived here.

Hanafang Takashi and Wakamiya Daisuke can only continue to hide.

However, something strange happened. No matter how they ran, the teacher with the flashlight followed far behind, as if chasing them.

"What the hell, that's what found us at all, right?" Takashi Hanafura stood up straight while wiping away his sweat, "I'll stop him, you run away. You're the one who gets the material tonight."

"Wait a minute!" Daisuke Wakamiya grabbed Takashi Hanafura's hand, "You...is that really a teacher?"

"What else could it be if it's not a teacher?" Takashi Hanafura asked back, "Seven incredible mannequins on campus? Have you read too many ghost magazines?"

As soon as the voice fell, the flashlight that had been following them suddenly went out.

Suddenly darkness enveloped the hallway.

Huafang Longzhi breathed a sigh of relief. He glanced at the window next to him and found that some clouds floated in the sky at some point, blocking the bright moon.

Without even the moonlight, the hallway is a little out of sight.

So despite the risk of being discovered, Takashi Hanafura turned on his flashlight.

"Look at the map," he said to Daisuke Wakamiya, "see where we went."

When Daisuke Wakamiya opened the map, this was a simple map they had drawn from the school's design blueprint in the Archives Section of the District Office before conducting the interview.

These public school blueprints are kept in the district office.

"This... I don't know where we are." Daisuke Wakamiya frowned, and large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

Hanafang Takashi grabbed the map and checked the surrounding reference objects.

"Why don't we know where we are?" he muttered as he looked for a point on the map that matched his current location...

Just then, the flashlight came from the other direction.

Both of them narrowed their eyes, looking in the direction of the flashlight.

You can vaguely see a female student with a flashlight, wearing a rustic retro twist braid and thick-rimmed glasses.

"Follow me." The girl said succinctly, then turned around and walked directly into the dark corridor.

Hanafang Takashi and Wakamiya Daisuke glanced at each other, then followed the girl's footsteps.

Reporter Takashi Hanafura has a habit and wants to go up and interview.

At this time, his eyes had adapted to the light environment, and he recognized that this was the big-breasted chairman next to Kiryu and Ma.

Hanafang Takashi has a lot of things to ask, such as "Why are you not with Kiryu and Ma?" "What are you doing here?" "What do you think about your relationship with the other girls", he sorted it out Thinking about it, just as he was about to start an interview, he heard Daisuke Wakamiya press the shutter next to him.

He turns his head and sees his partner take the photo from the Polaroid camera, swaying it back and forth like a fan to speed up the natural development.

But the final photo was a mess, and I couldn't see anything but a blurry figure.

"No, I've already used a night-time lens, and I can't capture anything with this light. Should I change to a low-light night vision lens?"

Hanafang Takashi took the photo and stared at the corner of the photo.

He feels like he's in a dark corner with a face smiling at the camera.

Daisuke Wakamiya: "Photos taken under this kind of light are very easy to be 'spiritual', and this is the real reason for the ghostly photos taken out on those supernatural programs."

The girls in the front just walked forward as if they didn't hear them.

"That," Takashi Hanafura put the photo back to his partner and began to ask, "May I ask who you are..."

However, his questioning was interrupted.

The girl begins to sing, a nursery rhyme that Japanese people have learned as children.

Pass りゃんせ通りゃんせ

It's OK, it's OK

ここはThe narrow path of the underworld じゃ

This is the path to the underworld

Ghosts and gods じゃ

This is the path of ghosts and gods

ちょっと通して下しゃんせ

Gently pass to the opposite side

The other party didn't know why and sang the third stanza directly.

This song gave Hanaba Takashi goosebumps, and the words he wanted to ask stuck in his throat as if they were frozen.

Suddenly, the singing stopped abruptly.

The girl turns around.

Hanafang Takashi screamed out in fright at the sudden turn around.

But there is no common development in horror movies. The girl did not turn into a **** ghost. She smiled and said to the two of them: "Just go here. I also get lost from time to time in the Science Building, so I don't want to. The past is better."

It was only then that Hanafang Longzhi realized that they were standing on the bridge between the Science Building and the Teaching Building.

The girl added, "You just wanted to interview me, didn't you? Ask now."

Hanafang Takashi looked at the girl's slightly mocking smile and swallowed: "No, no, we have finished collecting the material. We are the reporters of the supernatural magazine "Urban Strange Talk".

Speaking of which, Takashi Hanafang took out a fake press card. He kept a dozen of these things in the car and used them according to the situation.

Today he happened to be using the identity of a reporter for the psychic magazine.

"Are you here to interview the ghost stories?" The girl's eyes lit up, "Then I have a lot to tell you. I'm the former president of this school's supernatural fan club, although this fan club is now due to lack of Human membership is abolished."

Hanafang Takashi is completely in a state of being unable to ride a tiger.

At this time, his good partner extended a helping hand: "Wow, when I took you just now, I took a supernatural photo!"

After all, he handed the supernatural Polaroid to the girl.

"I'll take a look." The girl took the photo excitedly, but immediately showed a disappointed expression, "Isn't this a very common exposure problem. Ninety-nine percent of the supernatural photos are like this, you can tell at a glance that it is Fake."

"Is that so? I think it's quite cautious."

"Well, it's quite prudent. If you post it in a magazine, some mild fans will like it. But the readers of "Urban Weird Talk" are all hard-core enthusiasts, right? If you send this kind of photos, the editorial department will You're burned by the flames."

"Uh, this..."

"I'll teach you how to retouch the image, you retouch the face to make it less visible, then add some effects around me and dim the lights."

The girl is clearly a true psychic enthusiast, and she talks a lot.

"This will make for a really cool photo!"

Daisuke Wakamiya nodded, "Okay, I understand."

Then the girl turned around with a contented look: "Then, I'll go back to the classroom, you two, come on, don't be discovered by the teacher, I'm looking forward to the next issue of Urban Weird Talk."

Hanafang Takashi: "This...even if we write something out, we may not get the page at the editorial meeting. This time the big hit ~IndoMTL.com~ is the J tunnel in the city."

Hanafang Takashi is not simply using other names, he has done his homework, and in the next issue of Urban Weird Talk, he is likely to appear on J Tunnel's supernatural album.

"Come on," the girl said, and walked away.

After the girl disappeared from sight, Daisuke Wakamiya said, "This guy, the advice he just gave is professional. The psychic photojournalist I know will indeed handle photos in this way."

"Aficionados." Hanafura Takashi shrugged, "I heard that there is a group of college students with animation fever in Osaka who have made animation short films that can make professional animation clubs suffer. I'm afraid this is the same." /

After he finished speaking, he looked back at the Eye Science Building.

He shuddered involuntarily.

"Let's go." He patted his partner on the shoulder, "It's enough to get the material here, we've photographed enough melancholy high school girls these days. Now back to the editorial department, maybe we can catch up with last week. Five magazines published!"