I Teach Kendo in Tokyo Chapter 50: Please, Kiryu-sensei

I'm teaching Kendo in Tokyo, text volume 050. Please, Kiryu-sensei was in the hospital the next day. When I woke up with Ma, I felt that the pain in my abdomen had eased a lot. At least it wouldn't hurt when I turned over.

Originally, after Kazuma took so many secondary injuries from the girls yesterday, he felt that most of his injuries were going to get worse.

Kazuma couldn't help but look at the amulet that Jinguji Tamamo asked for after climbing the shrine stairs a hundred times.

Is it really the effect of this thing?

He Ma wanted to sit up and take the amulet, but the pain in his waist made him cry.

——It doesn't seem to be that effective.

Kazuma, who was lying back on the bed honestly, turned his head and looked at the side.

Today Honami didn't sleep beside his bed. She originally wanted to do this, but was persuaded by the girls to go back together.

Hema remembers what Yuzao said at Jinguji Temple last night that played a decisive role: "When you stay here, the biggest task is to help him go to the toilet. It's better to let Amo do it."

At this time, I remembered with Ma, Ah Mao stayed in the ward last night. He looked around the ward and saw no sign of his apprentice.

"Amao?" he shouted.

"Here." Ah Mao got up from the ground and threw the newspaper covering him to the side, "What's the matter, Master, do you want to pee?"

"No, no, I'll see where you are. You still use a newspaper as a quilt cover, are you so skilled?"

Ah Mao smiled: "When I was bad, sometimes it was miserable. The money in my pocket was taken away by the more bad bad. The 'broilers' haven't been in class, so I can't grab it, and I don't want to go back. I have no choice but to sleep on the street.”

Amao paused and sighed: "At that time, I didn't read books and didn't have any knowledge, so I took it for granted that the world was like this, cold and ruthless."

He Ma smiled and asked, "What about now, how do you see the world now?"

"The world does have darkness and haze, but there are also people like you, Master, who can eliminate violence and peace, and there are many smart people who are always thinking about how to make the world more fair.

"They may be far from complete success right now, but the world is getting better.

"I read a lot of history books in order to prepare for the exam. The biggest feeling is that compared to the Middle Ages, compared to the Viking Age, and even compared to the end of the era a hundred years ago, our society has indeed changed for the better." /

He laughed with Ma: "Yeah, looking at the history of human beings, on the one hand, one will lament why human beings always repeat the same mistakes, on the other hand, they will actually feel progress.

"For example, in the era of King Louis XIV, men wore high heels because the city infrastructure was poor at that time and the ground was full of dirt and other filth.

"So noble men need high heels to keep their feet and nice stockings from getting dirty. But by the time of Sherlock Holmes, the city of London was no longer covered with mud, and Holmes could judge by the mud on his clients' feet. He just hurried into the city from the country territory today."

Amo looked at Kazuma in surprise: "I... never paid attention to this kind of detail. Now in Tokyo, even if you go to the countryside like Mitaka, as long as you don't climb the foot of the mountain, it's hard to stick to the mud."

"So the current detective can lock the client into a smaller area through the mud on his feet."

After talking to Ma, A Mao nodded again and again: "Yes, yes, you can still read and be taught like this. Sure enough, Master is relying on this kind of meticulousness to help the police?"

He Ma nodded: "That's right."

Never mind the truth, it's the truth now.

After speaking, Hema suddenly felt anxious and said to Ah Mao, "Come on, help me get up and go to the toilet."

**

After returning from the toilet and the horse was sweating from the pain, it seems that the wound on the stomach won't heal if I don't lie down for two weeks.

No, is it really good to lie down for two weeks?

And I read the memoirs of those World War II veterans all my life. They usually recuperate for half a year. After re-training after their return, it usually takes more than a year.

He Ma began to worry about whether he would have to lie in the hospital bed for half a year.

I won't say anything about taking down my homework. Anyway, Jingu Temple helps me keep up with the progress very quickly.

But for the past six months, I can't go shopping with my sister--no, I can't level up to increase my strength, and I can't accept the simple waste of time.

He finally caught Hirai Zhongshi as a personal guide in the Eastern University Kendo Club, and Kazuma wants to pass on all the waivers of Beichen Yidaoliu as soon as possible.

Mainly, Beichen Yidao Liu definitely has the skill of using a gun. If he can legally hold a gun, he must have a matching skill.

There is also a gun license, which can only be obtained after training. I have been hospitalized for half a year. What if the police officer named Kato forgets about this?

Thinking about this, Kazuma couldn't help cheering on his body in his heart.

At this time, Ah Mao came back from outside and said to He Ma, "The new daily newspaper has arrived. Master, do you want to read it?"

"Yes." He took the newspaper with Ma and asked A Mao casually, "What if you work part-time?"

"I'm asking for leave, because I'm in charge of too many blocks, and I seem to have caused trouble for Sang, the head of the newspaper distribution station."

He Ma shook his head, he couldn't understand Ah Mao's very Japanese way of thinking: "Why do you make people trouble? Before you overfulfilled the task, you saved the manpower cost for the stationmaster Sang and helped him. Now You have to take time off because you want to take care of your mentor, which is reasonable and doesn't owe him anything."

"Is that so?" A Mao scratched his head, "I thought only bad people would think like this."

"Thinking this way is right. The problem is the values ​​of ordinary Japanese people."

"Master's teaching, I remember it." Ah Mao said seriously.

Kazuma began to read the newspaper, and then realized that the front page was not the previous explosion, but the news that the United States announced the Star Wars plan.

The time line of this world is different from that of Ma's life, so some things may be advanced and some may be delayed, but they are roughly in line with each other.

It's almost time for Star Wars.

The Soviet August 1 exercise, which scared the whole NATO, is about to start.

This exercise not only terrified the West, but also terrified some poor boy who was about to make a little money to moisten his shriveled waistband so much that it didn't do things like tank destroyers all over the world. At that time, a "last Ferdinand" artillery destroyer was fiddled with.

And the poor boy was frightened. Since then, all the howitzers developed by himself require high chamber pressure to launch armor-piercing projectiles to shoot flat against tanks, and even truck guns can shoot flat against tanks.

He Ma recalled the things he discussed with people on the forums when he was a military fan in his past life, and felt nostalgia for no apparent reason.

It's a pity that he can only be Japanese in this life. He feels like a hidden agent who has lost contact with the organization now.

Kazuma suppressed the surging thoughts and turned to the next edition.

This edition finally has news about the explosion.

He Ma finished reading the report, frowning.

This report basically means nothing. It mainly reports how sad the family members of the deceased police officers are, what methods the police plan to use to comfort the family members, and so on.

There is no information in the report that is of interest to Ma.

The most important thing is that this report actually only touched on Kiryu and Ma. "It is understood that Kiryu and Mr. Ma, who were famous in Osaka before, also helped in the resolution of this incident."

I'm a little upset with Ma, am I supposed to help? All the enemies are mine.

But on second thought, it's also a good thing that there are no reporters to bother you. Anyway, important people must know about his achievements in Kiryu and Ma. After entering Sakurada Gate to become a professional group, this achievement will become the qualifications of Kazuma.

He Ma casually flipped through the newspaper again, looked at the military version of the Afghanistan war report, and then looked at the entertainment page.

It seems that Yakushiji Hiroko will follow the original world line and have a conflict with Kawakaku.

An entertainment news reporter actually went to interview Matsu Seiko's opinion on the matter.

Song Shengzi is also miserable. Last year's new single "Blue Coral Reef" sold well. I thought the list was stable, but I didn't expect a Yakushi Temple Hiroko to kill at the end of the year. The song "Sailor Suit and Machine Gun" was blessed by the movie directly into the national Divine Comedy.

This year, seeing that Bozi himself is going to hide himself in the snow, the entertainment reporter will come to reveal the scar before he is happy.

After reading the entertainment page with Ma, I didn't see any news from Fang Shan Zhishi.

In the first movie she starred in, the focus of everyone's attention was on the martial arts instructor, which is quite miserable when you think about it.

Kazuma put down the newspaper and was about to read the book that Araki had brought before, when Jinguji Tamamo opened the door and entered.

"I'll take over." Tamamo said, "Ikeda-kun, go home and rest."

Amao waved his hand: "No, I slept on the floor last night. I haven't slept on the floor for a long time. I miss it very much. I slept soundly."

Tamamo: "Be obedient, go back to the dojo."

Ah Mao glanced at He Ma before nodding: "Then please, Senior Sister Jinguji."

Amo bowed slightly to Tamamo, took his coat, and left the room.

Jinguji Tamamo came to Kazuma's bedside, sat down and undid the tie around the neckline of the waistcoat, took off the waistcoat and folded it and put it on the bedside table.

Kazuma looked at Tamamo's white and smooth shoulders and smiled, "Is Tokyo so hot today?"

"Yeah, the weather forecast says it's a result of El Niño and global warming."

He Ma laughed: "Actually, it's because the Little Ice Age is about to end."

"It's possible. You still dabble in climatology?"

try{mad1('gad2');}catch(ex){} He Ma hurriedly explained: "Isn't there a story of detectives using climate science to solve old cases? I think it's right to understand a little bit. "

Tamamo frowned: "The old case that can be solved by climatology has long since passed the prosecution period?"

"Although the prosecution period has passed, if the grievances are met with snow, it can also be regarded as justice has been served."

Tamamo: "That makes sense. Is there anything interesting in the news?"

He Ma glanced at the newspaper in his hand and shrugged: "It's nothing, the Americans have made a plan to fool the Soviet Union to start an arms race in space. Oh yes, and Argentina began to ask the UK for the Falklands... I I mean, Fox Islands."

Japan has always regarded itself as a non-staff member of NATO, so the news in Japan is called the Fox Islands according to the British name.

Because China wants to stand on the side of the anti-imperialist, it is called the Malvinas Islands according to the Argentine name.

Tamamo looked at Kazuma with a complicated expression: "...You once said that Thatcher would take tough measures."

Hema: "Yes, she will."

"Could the UK send an expeditionary force? Does the UK still have the strength to launch a transatlantic expedition?"

Kazuma: "Should... have?"

Yuzao nodded, then changed the subject: "On the way I came, I saw that the weekly magazine Fang Chun was out, and many people bought it. Guess who the cover is."

He Ma frowned and pointed to himself: "It can't be me?"

Tamamo took out Fang Chun, the latest issue of the weekly magazine, from her bag and showed Kazuma the cover.

At a glance, you can see the Roman shield phalanx formed by the police mobile team. In front of the shield phalanx, Kiryu and Ma, holding a PPK pistol, walked forward with a domineering stride.

This time, the weekly magazine Fang Chun changed his routine and put this picture instead of printing such sensational sentences in large letters on the cover.

It seems that the person responsible for the production of the cover thinks this picture is powerful enough, and any text is superfluous.

He was right.

The moment He Ma saw the cover, his DNA reacted, and his head was full of sentences like "The King of Soldiers returned and found his sister living in a dog kennel in a rage."

He Ma looked at himself on the cover and touched his chin: "Am I... so mad?"

"It means that the person who handled the photos is very good at drawing," Tamamo said, and turned the magazine around with the cover facing him. She stared at the cover for a few seconds and then smiled.

"I bought three copies just for this cover," she said.

He Ma was slapped and flattered, and was a little happy. Just as he was about to make fun of Tamamo at this time, Beichuan Shaori opened the door and came in.

"What, there are already people." Beichuan Shaxuri curled his lips and came to the hospital bed of Kazuma, "I only have a minor injury, so I will be discharged today. Come and see you separately."

"Be careful," Kazuma said to Beichuan Shaori, "if you can't do it, escape to my dojo, I still have a spare room for you to live in."

"Thank you for your concern, but it's not necessary. I don't go home very often. Sometimes when I get stuck writing songs, I go to the Earth Room to sleep for a night." Kitagawa Shaori had an indifferent expression, and then she looked at When I arrived at the magazine in Tamamo's hand, "Is that the new Fang Chun?"

Tamamo turned the magazine cover to Kitagawa Shaori: "Look, does it look good?"

"Oh, he's quite handsome." Shaori Kitagawa frankly admitted that the Kazuma in the picture is very handsome, "The photography skills are really amazing, just using pictures can distort facts and reverse black and white."

Tamamo: "I bought three copies, I can give you one if you want."

"I don't want it." Beichuan Shaori refused decisively, then turned to Kazuma, "Goodbye, let's play together when you are discharged from the hospital."

"Don't, I don't want to be smashed by such a big flying prop. The key is not to knock down this prop, I must catch her."

"I sharked you." Beichuan Shaori said, punching him and the horse's knee, "Let's go."

After she finished speaking, she turned around and flung her ponytails high.

Hema looked at her hair and suddenly remembered something, and said to her: "When you were besieged by URB fans, did your hairpin fall off? I'll give you a new one!"

"No! Your aesthetics definitely won't be good-looking." Beichuan Shaori flatly refused, turned around and made a face at Kazuma before leaving the ward door.

The corners of He Ma's mouth couldn't help but rise, and then remembering that the Jingu Temple Yuzao was still there, he hurriedly turned his eyes: "This, I want to generate income for the dojo."

"You don't have to explain this kind of thing to me. I'm a woman who has lived since the days when Dao was still alive." Tamamo said.

"But I think your concept is quite advanced with the times." He Ma said.

"After all, the longevity species that can't adapt to the changes of the times will end badly." Tamamo smiled, "But adapting to the times does not mean that the concept must be completely changed."

He Ma was about to comment, but Tamamo took out the headband with cat ears from the bag: "I bought this as a benefit for you."

After speaking, Yuzao put the cat ear headband on her head, and made a cat hand gesture to Hema: "Meow."

"Hey, old lady, don't do this kind of thing."

"I'm only eighteen, really."

At this time, Aramaki, Shiratori and others arrived at the door and were about to knock on the door, but when they saw the scene through the glass observation window on the door, they hid again.

"Come in, Aramaki-san, Shiratori-san." He Ma said loudly.

Tamamo hurriedly took off the cat ear headband, fiddled with her hair, and covered her red ears with strands of hair.

This reflects that she is really 18 years old and very young, but I don't know if it is her acting skills.

Shiratori pushed open the door and came in. He glanced at Yuzao in embarrassment, and then said to Kazuma: "In this way, we are here to talk to you about something that is not very easy to talk about on the table."

"The police department, which belongs to two search divisions, and a gongan came to me to say things that can't be put on the table, and suddenly felt that I was very good."

"It's true," Shiratori said.

Tamamo stood up to give up her seat, and picked up the thermos on the bedside table: "Sit down. I'll go get some water."

After speaking, she left.

Shiratori Akira supported Araki, who was still injured, and sat down on the seat Tamamo gave way.

Detective Shimanata Yoshiaki glanced at Tamamo who was leaving, and said, "It's really a good wife, but the girl from the Jinguji family didn't hear about... er..."

Kazuma knew that Shimanata Yoshiaki wanted to say that the Jinguji family wanted to cover up the rumor that Tamamo would not grow old, so he said: "She is different, she can grow up normally."

Yoshiaki Shimafang gasped: "Yes, is that so? So... are the previous rumors true?"

Kazuma: "I didn't say that."

Akira Shiratori: "Indeed. Let's not mention this. We are here to tell you that the CIA has begun to exert pressure."

"Why?" Kazuma looked surprised.

"I don't know, the CIA never explained to us why they did this." Araki shrugged, "Will you explain your every move to your dog?"

Kazuma: "I have never had a dog."

Really not, not in two lifetimes.

You can try it in the future. After all, the yard of the dojo is really big, so you don't have to worry about the dog having no place to play.

Araki was speechless: "Actually, I haven't raised it before. My house hasn't been renovated yet. I'm afraid he's going to demolish my wooden house to keep a dog."

No, no, ordinary dogs don't.

Akira Shiratori: "In short, we can't continue to investigate this matter. Although we haven't found the prisoner's body, we are still going to close the case with the prisoner killed.

"In addition, Nishida Shun, who killed Hechuan Xingzi, was killed in the explosion. This time, the three linked cases have all been closed in one go. It's gratifying to congratulate us."

Kazuma frowned: "Is it in such a hurry? What does the CIA want to do?"

"I just said that no one will explain to my dog ​​what I want to do." Aramaki said again, "That's why we came here. Do you have any thoughts on Kiryu-sensei?"

Kazuma: "What can I think? I'm an ordinary college student."

Yoshiaki Shimanata, Akira Shiratori, and Araki looked at each other and laughed together.

He Ma pouted.

After Aramaki finished laughing, he asked Kazuma solemnly, "You really have no idea?"

"No. Really." He Ma answered frankly.

"Okay, let's talk about the second thing." Shiratori scratched his head, "It's better for you, Aramaki-kun."

Aramaki nodded and said, "The Metropolitan Police Department is planning to hold a memorial service for the deceased in this incident. In theory, only people from the police and gongan will attend, and of course reporters. But we plan to apply together and let Mr. Kiryu Come to this memorial service as well."

Kazuma: "Is it appropriate for me to go?"

"Of course it is appropriate. Although there is no actual confirmation that the prisoner is dead, everyone in the police community believes that Mr. Kiryu shot the prisoner. You have avenged your deceased comrade, and this memorial service should invite you."

He Ma thought about it and nodded: "Okay, I'll go. But my injury, I'm afraid I won't get better in two weeks..."

Shiratori Akira smiled: "You will feel better in two weeks? You think too much. Don't worry, we will use a wheelchair to push you over there, you can just sit the whole time."

Kazuma nodded: "Okay, that's it."

"Then we will pick you up on the day of the memorial service. It is estimated that it will be set after the Golden Week. After all, the officials will spend the Golden Week holiday with their families."

Kazuma glanced at Yoshiaki Shimanata who complained and thought that this guy was actually an anti-establishment faction.

try{mad1('gad2');}catch(ex){} Shiratori Akira: "Then, there is one last thing left. In this matter, I am actually asking for help."

When Kazuma saw Shiratori's serious expression, he also became serious.

"You tell me."

"Recently, the extremist fire has intensified. The Korean Zhenquan Association and the Chinese Fushou Gang are both investing heavy weapons. The movement on the Kanto United side is also worrying."

"What do you want me to do?" And Ma goes straight to the point.

"I would like to borrow your reputation in Kanto United."

"Are you kidding me? Last time I ridiculed the chief of the Kanto Union, they just want to kill me now." He Ma laughed, "How can I have a reputation?"

"You obviously have a high influence on Jinshan Heita. By the way, the superior organization of the Jinshan group, Kazama Taro's Kazama group, has a high evaluation of you. Kazama Taro has always wanted to see you. Shiratori looked at Hema and said, "Also, the extreme martial arts sect respects the strong, and the current Hema is absolutely qualified to be called the strong. They even started to call you, the Dragon of Kanto."

When I heard it with Ma, I thought that I don't have many entries, it's still a lonely dragon - it seems that nicknames given by others may not necessarily become entries.

Detective Shiratori continued: "Today is the release day of Weekly Fang Chun, and I have a hunch that you will be on their cover again."

Your hunch is accurate - thought Kazuma.

Shiratori: "Now you have more influence on the martial arts faction of the Kwantung Union. In addition to protecting Tokyo, you can also arouse the favor of those old-fashioned extremists within the Kwantung Union.

"After all, they were originally evolved from resident self-government organizations. The original intention of their establishment was to protect their neighbors, but they later deteriorated."

He Ma pouted: "Even if I have this kind of reputation, what are you going to do with me?"

"I hope at least the local jidao won't interfere." Shiratori Akira spread his hands, "at least the local martial arts jidao won't interfere. The people from the Zhenquan Club and the Fushou Gang are easy to identify, and many people don't even know how to do it. Speaks Japanese and has a shallow foundation in Japan.

"The local polarists are only having small-scale frictions with them. When the Kwantung Union is fully involved, there are many intertwined interests, and it will be very troublesome to deal with."

Kazuma: "This... I'm afraid I can't help."

"You don't need to do a lot of things. You can see Taro Kazama and express your opinion." Shiratori said, clasping his hands together, "Please! I originally wanted to meet Taro Kazama in person. But I am a spy after all, it is useless to go, and it may even have the opposite effect."

Kazuma scratched his head, but if he just went to see Taro Kazama, it would be fine.

Kazuma recalled the scene when he broke into the Kanto United Conference venue. Among the bosses sitting in the first row, there was indeed a guy who seemed to admire him Kiryu and Ma.

Hema remembers that guy's entry is—yes, it's Drunk Moon.

It reminds me of Suika Ibuki's entry.

Maybe this person knew the young ZUN in private.

Kazuma finally nodded and said, "Okay. I'll go see Taro Kazama after I leave the hospital."

Akira Shiratori breathed a sigh of relief, then he said, "That's the last thing left."

"Are there so many things?" He Ma Tucao.

Aramaki said, "I have information to tell you. Recently, Shiba Ikuta of Welfare Technology has visited Bai Fengfeng many times."

and Ma pursed their lips.

Aramaki continued: "The above does not agree at all with my report that the connection between music and fans' agitation is nonsense. But no one knows better than you, Kiryu-sensei, this is a fact."

He Ma nodded solemnly.

"I think, if you have a good relationship with Miss Bai Feng, you should turn against her and let her defect. Now she doesn't really go home much, she sings outside all day, and doesn't study well, so she can be let her go. Come to your dojo."

"I will." He Ma said, "If Bai Feng Yuyin is detained at home, I will rush directly to Bai Feng's headquarters to grab someone, and then I will have to trouble a few people to help me wipe my butt."

"No problem," Akira Shiratori said, "I think it's been a long time since I raided the White Summit, they must have hidden a lot of weapons."

He Ma thought to himself if he had become a police raider. If he wanted to find out where he could not get a search warrant, let me, Kiryu and Ma, go first.

Aramaki picked up his cane and stood up with Shiratori's help: "That's it, I won't disturb your rest, Kiryu-sensei."

"Okay, goodbye." He waved to Ma.

Jinguji Tamamo entered the door with a thermos in hand, and asked in surprise, "Have you already left? Don't you sit down for a while?"

"No, I'm busy with business." Shiratori Akira said on behalf of everyone.

"Well that way." Tamamo stood aside to give way, and bowed slightly to the three of them.

The braided braid ran to the front with the gesture of bowing.

After the three of them filed away, Tamamo closed the door, returned to the Kazuma window, put away the kettle, and sat down lightly.

Kazuma: "Thank you for waiting outside for so long."

Tamamo smiled slightly, then picked up the apple: "Would you like to eat one? I'll peel it for you."

"No, I like apples with the skin on."

"Then I'll go take a shower." Tamamo took the apple and stood up again.

There was another knock on the door at this time.

He Ma glanced at the door and saw the face of Hua Shan classmate through the observation window.

"Come in." Said to Ma.

Hua Shan opened the door and came in, then waved the latest weekly magazine Fang Chun to Kazuma: "Mr. Kiryu, this is so handsome! Are you riding my motorcycle to punish evil and promote good?"

"Uh, no, I don't have a motorcycle driver's license yet." He Ma said embarrassedly.

"Oh, as expected of Mr. Kiryu, obey the law! I went to the dojo yesterday to study, but there was no one in the dojo all day, and they didn't tell me what happened! The relationship at home, I found out that you are hospitalized here!"

Kazuma: "Really, Chiyoko just put down her heart yesterday, so I neglected it."

"Kiryu-sensei! If you need help in the future when you seek justice, just say yes! Although my family doesn't have a private security manpower dispatch club like the Nanjo family, our family controls the fellow village veterans association! There are many veterans in it. Self-defense officer!"

"Yes, yes, then I will call you if conditions permit."

Hua Shan Zhao's fancy kneeling and licking is a bit unaccustomed to horses.

Being licked like this, he has the feeling that he has become a "pigeon".

It's a pity that it was an old man who licked him, not a teenage girl.

Hua Shan continued: "I will also work hard to learn kendo, at least to catch up with Senior Brother Ikeda's level. At that time, please let me punish evil and promote good together with you!"

Kazuma thought that although Ah Mao had made great progress, he still had a long way to go.

When Hanayama catches up with Honami's level, they will almost be able to play together.

I was thinking that Honami appeared, followed by Mikako and Chiyoko.

Sure enough, I was injured in bed, the girls probably don't have the heart to go to school, so it's better to go directly to the Golden Week holiday.

"Hanayama-kun, let me go." Honami said.

Hua Shanzhao hurriedly gave way.

Bonami put the large lunch box she was carrying on the Kazuma bedside table: "My grandfather said that Chinese Buddha jumping over the wall is the most nourishing, so he invited a Chinese chef to make a pot."

Kazuma: "Buddha jumps over the wall for a day or two. You and your grandfather have both been deceived."

"Huh, is that right?" Honami's eyes widened, "This..."

"Buddha Jumps over the Wall just takes 24 hours to hang the soup, and there are a lot of other troublesome processes." Kazuma uses the knowledge from his previous life.

Honami's face turned red with a brush.

Chiyoko pushed up and said, "Brother, what are you talking about, drink whatever you want, it doesn't matter if you're doing it right or not, I've seen it inside, it's chicken, pork knuckle, abalone and sea cucumber, you can eat it any way you want. Supplement ~IndoMTL.com~ and Ma Xinxiang are also right: "Come on, help me up. "

As soon as the words fell, the girls reached out and pulled the horse up and let him sit on the head of the bed.

Honami picked up the small bowl as a matter of course, poured soup for Kazuma, then scooped it with a small spoon and started to blow.

Kazuma's eyes were all on Honami's small mouth. Today, she wore a very light lipstick, and her lips looked plump and juicy.

The fragrance of white plum mixed with the fragrance of the soup floated into Kazuma's nostrils.

He Ma suddenly felt that it was fine to be injured.

**

At the same time, Mr. Bai Feng looked at the large number of former URB fans who came over, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

A technician explained to Mr. He Baifeng: "This former URB member here can call on these fans just like the deceased lead singer. Of course, some rhetoric must be prepared, but simple instructions are useless. For example, if you want these people to attack someone, you can incite them to say 'XXX killed the lead singer of URB, the music **** wants us to take revenge'."

Mr. Bai Feng nodded: "I understand, I understand very well."

"Then, a total of 2,000 'core fans' have been moved to their places. I'll take my leave." The technician put away the clipboard in his hand and bowed to Mr. Bai Feng.

Then he turned and walked towards the well-being technology propaganda van parked in the corner of the huge warehouse—this kind of propaganda van is now everywhere in Tokyo, and wherever there is a well-being technology presentation, it will appear.

Mr. Bai Feng watched the technician leave. Behind him, thousands of fans were guided by Ji Dao De to get off the bus and walk towards the bunk beds assigned to them.