I Teach Kendo in Tokyo Chapter 11: Because it’s April Fool’s Day

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At the same time as Takashi Hanafang and Maqua Haikou, the editor-in-chief Yaichi Jizhong is presiding over tomorrow's final edition meeting of Selling News.

In fact, it is to finalize the article, and then send it to typesetting for printing.

In the past, this meeting was usually opened one day in advance, otherwise the process would be too late.

So the newspapers at that time often published "outside" issues. In fact, the new major news couldn't catch up with the new issue of the newspaper.

Now there is an advanced laser phototypesetting system, which can put the finalization time at 7 or 8 o'clock the night before the publication, and can change the typesetting in the middle of the typesetting process. The most advanced system can even start printing. Make changes halfway through - just that what has already been printed will be discarded, and the cost is too high and few people will do it.

As soon as Ji Zhongya took a sip of tea, he looked at several editors: "Then, that's the decision. The front page headline uses the Bekaa Valley. The Israeli Air Force's F15 photos must be clear and powerful! After all, we also have equipment. The same type of aircraft.

"Professor Qianjiang's story is on the domestic version, it's just a farce, but this girl is very good-looking, and the photos should be published by many people."

At this time, an editor suggested: "Cut a small piece on the front page and put Ms. Fujii's photo, which will attract attention."

"Yes, choose one that can highlight your figure." Ji Zhongya said

The editors all have expressions of understanding.

At this moment, the door of the editor-in-chief's room was opened, and an executive editor held a magazine in his hand: "Editor-in-chief, it's not good! Look at the new weekly magazine Fang Chun!"

Ji Zhongya couldn't help frowning. Selling news is serious newspapers and daily newspapers. The content of each issue covers everything from domestic news to overseas wars and famines to celebrity gossip.

Weekly Fang Chun is indeed very capable of creating social hotspots, but the hotspots they concoct will at most affect the content planning of the news and entertainment editions.

So Ji Zhongya would be a little unhappy about this editor's rashly interrupting the final version, but he always gives the impression that he is good at listening to the opinions of his subordinates.

So he took the magazine from the editor: "I'll take a look."

The moment she saw the cover, Ji Zhongya's expression changed.

"How dare you, Weekly Fang Chun," he muttered.

Several group editor leaders looked puzzled, and stretched their heads to look at the magazine in the editor's hands.

As soon as Ji Zhongya opened the inner page, the title page of the pull page was turned out.

The next few group leaders can clearly see it.

The entertainment team muttered: "I believe this girl says she is a model."

The leader of the social news group said: "With this appearance, you are still a student of Sophia University, Mrs. Standard Kuo, don't think about it."

Yoshi Zhongya raised her head and glared at the team leaders: "This kind of topic will be discussed at the izakaya."

Several team leaders hurriedly raised their faces.

Ji Zhongya pulled the page closed, turned to the page of the article, and browsed it quickly.

"Hmph, Takashi Hanafang, don't think I can't recognize your writing style if you change your pen name." Ji Zhongya closed the magazine and threw it to the nearest editorial team leader.

Several team leaders immediately gathered together to read.

Ji Zhongya just picked up the cup and blew on the hot tea just poured in the cup.

Several editorial team leaders quickly finished the review - they were all professional, and they knew the approximate weight of this thing after a turn over.

"Do you want to change the front page headlines?" asked the leader of the social news group.

"Change! You ask which critics can still be contacted now. It's too late for the interview, so get a comment first to fill the page."

"Which direction do the comments go in?" asked the leader of the social news group.

"Bullshit, of course, I'll be with the mud first. Also, call some reporters on the scene to come back to work overtime, go to Sophia University, and see if you can block a few students."

"What about now?" The leader of the social news group looked at his watch.

The leader of the entertainment news team patted him on the shoulder: "Would you like me to lend you people, we are here to follow news around the clock."

"Is it chasing scandals?" The sports news team leader laughed. "It's much simpler for us, just squatting in the stadium. It's just that sometimes overtime is too long for frequent football games."

Ji Zhongya clapped her hands: "Okay, okay! Take action! The photography team went to choose a suitable photo, to highlight the girl's beauty and sadness!

"There is more than just tomorrow's page, the interview is ready, I hope we can publish a special investigation of this news the day after tomorrow! Anyway, it must be faster than Chaoyue News!"

**

Actually, Ji Zhongya has been thinking too much, only they noticed the upcoming weekly magazine Fang Chun.

Their main competitors, tomorrow's front page headlines are either Israel's F15 or the burning oil well in Baghdad.

Ji Zhongya took the lead as he wished.

Students who stayed at school until late on this day were all interviewed by reporters.

Professor Qianjiang vomited blood and died in the school is widely spread. It is basically the talk of students after dinner these days, and everyone can gossip a few words.

In addition, Professor Qianjiang is usually not very popular among students. He is an old-fashioned person, and he is strict in grading homework. The most important thing is that he likes violent students, and he catches a lot of students who have opinions about him.

So when the reporter asked about the professor's character, many students added fuel to it.

These reporters ran to the school at 8 or 9 o'clock at night to block people. At this time, the teaching building and library were closed.

Japanese universities don't provide dormitories like domestic schools. Students live in dormitory areas.

The students who are still in the school at this time are basically engaged in their own club activities in the club building. It would be strange to meet an old pedant like Professor Qianjiang.

Actually, it was lucky to be able to block the students. One group of reporters blocked the "social youth" who came here for a walk.

Most of these people know a few friends from Sophia University, and they have heard some news that they don't know how many hands have been transferred. Now when the reporter asks, they are excited to double up the information that was already addicting, and then throw it to the reporter. .

So before the public opinion really fermented, the image of a stubborn, pedantic, and a bit lecherous reactionary scholar was so spontaneously full.

**

The next morning, Kazuma got up early again.

He went out for the first time to see if today's newspaper was delivered.

Unfortunately, the mailbox at the door is empty.

So he and Ma raised their voices and asked Chiyoko, who was preparing breakfast in the house: "Xiao Qian, what time will the newspapers be delivered?"

"No one delivers!" Chiyoko's voice came from the kitchen through the exhaust pipe, "The entire neighborhood has been demolished to the point where only our family is left, and the newspapers are ordered only by our family, so no one delivers. , they were all brought back by Ah Mao by the way."

He Ma scratched his head, looking forward to today's drama.

Actually, if you think about it carefully, today's daily newspaper probably won't report anything. Mikako's news will probably occupy one page in the second and third editions, and a large part of it is her photos.

Weekly Fang Chun's big bomb has detonated, and it will take a few days for the shock wave to spread.

I'm still too impatient.

He Ma scratched his head and seriously reflected on himself. At this time, he heard a voice on the second floor of his house. He looked up and saw that Mikako opened the window and stretched in the window.

Since Professor Qianjiang died of blood spray, Mikako has lived in the dojo - anyway, she came to live here for two months during the summer vacation, and she didn't take anything away, which was convenient.

Facing the dawn, Mikako stretched her arms and stretched her joints to the fullest.

He Ma looked up below, and actually felt that the monkey had the taste of a goddess.

This must be Dawn's own magic filter.

At this time, the sleepy Mikako saw Kazuma downstairs and asked, "Kazuma, what are you doing?"

"I'm looking at you." He Ma answered truthfully.

Mikako looked down at herself suspiciously: "What do I have to look at?"

He Ma thought to himself: Grass, so you think you are ordinary and nothing to look at?

If I hadn't known about Mikako, I would have thought she was in Versailles.

Mikako obviously hasn't turned her brain yet. She thought about it for a few seconds at the window, but she still didn't think she had anything to look at, so she showed a "forget it" expression.

"I'm hungry, is breakfast ready?"

"Not yet. You come down first, we will practice in the morning."

"Okay!" Mikako agreed, grabbed the window sill and turned out the window, and slid down the eaves.

"Let me tell you, I thought of a very powerful move in my sleep, at least I can scare you today!"

"Can you be a little bit more promising, and the tricks that come to mind in my dreams can only scare me?" Kazuma couldn't help but complain.

"No way, you are strong."

Just as Kazuma and Mikako were walking to the dojo, Amao rushed back on the bicycle that was ringing everywhere except the bell and the brakes.

"Today's paper is here!" he exclaimed.

He Ma: "Calm down, today's newspapers probably don't look good..."

"Senior Sister Meijiazi is on the front page of the news!"

And Ma was shocked, he just finished psychological construction, there will be no big drama in the morning paper this morning, and then the big drama will come.

"I was on the news this morning?"

"Yes, look!"

Amo shoves the newspaper to Kazuma.

Looking at Ma, it turned out that the front page was a beautiful photo of Mikako, next to it was a big line: "The beautiful college student almost lost her student status because she was too beautiful?"

A line of small characters next to the big characters: The late professor Qian Jiang Shi once asserted that she could not be a diplomat because she was too beautiful to be mistaken for a prostitute.

And Ma Fu'e, he was a witness who Mikako scolded Professor Qianjiang to death. Of course, he remembered that Professor Qianjiang did say that day that Mikako was like a prostitute and could not be a diplomat.

I didn't expect this to be dug up by reporters.

This matter can be big or small. To put it in a small way, it was a matter of being angry at the time, and at most it was a matter of bowing and apology.

But now being singled out for interpretation, that's not the case.

Although the news is a right-wing newspaper, Kazuma just wants to say to them: "You guys are doing well, you are doing well!"

Mikako was also reading the newspaper while standing beside Kazuma. She mumbled doubtfully, "Did Professor Qianjiang ever say that I look like a prostitute?"

He was having a good time with Ma Ben, and when Mikako said that, his smile froze.

He looked at Mikako with Amo: "Don't you remember?"

Mikako shook her head: "I don't remember. I just remember him spraying a lot of blood, a lot."

Amo: "How did Mr. Fujii get into Sophia University?"

Mikako: "Good question! I don't know!"

He Ma reached out and pressed Mikako's shoulder: "Remember, Professor Qianjiang was very rude to you that day. You were very aggrieved and aggrieved, so you mentioned the chocolate thing, understand?"

"Got it, I'm very aggrieved, very aggrieved!"

"That's right! You fought back after being called a prostitute! You didn't mean to open your wounds!"

"Understood, I'm a victim, I feel so wronged that I want to cry - but I can't cry..."

"It's okay, I'll give you sodium hyaluronate."

After talking to Ma and releasing Mikako's shoulders, Mikako said, "There will be many more interviews, right? You teach me all the words, and I will integrate them."

He Ma nodded: "Okay."

To tell the truth, and Ma is actually a bit false. When he taught Mikako the rhetoric of Ying-A relationship before, Mikako also said that she had mastered it, but the professor was killed by her mastery.

It was originally a small paper, but now it has become so big.

So and Ma told Mikako: "Don't make other things for me this time."

Mikako patted her chest: "Don't worry! It's fine!"

However, because of technical reasons, Mikako did not produce a reliable sound of bangbang, but produced a jelly-like sound, which is very unreliable at first listen.

**

Thousand River House.

All celebrities in Japan will have a "lubricant" effect. His students are all over the world of translation and diplomacy, and many things "move" through him as an intermediary.

Whether it's a flower arranging celebrity or a university professor, the role in this regard is similar.

As a lubricant, it is naturally impossible without profit.

Professor Qian Jiang is a consultant for several private foundations and has a lot of income.

And this income is closely linked to Professor Qianjiang's reputation.

With a bad reputation, no one will come to him for "lubrication".

Therefore, people like Kanto United want to interfere with the operation of the university by means of money, and people don't even bother to look at it.

This morning, Mrs. Qianjiang got up early. She has three meetings today, all of which are gatherings for the wives of academic celebrities.

She was embarrassed at the door of that Kiryu and Ma's house yesterday, so today she will have a good time to repay the **** Kiryu and Ma, and the **** **** Mikako Fujii.

Yesterday's incident seems to be a big deal, even involving the British Prime Minister, but when you think about it, it's actually a farce.

After Mrs. Qianjiang calmed down yesterday, she made a special call to ask a circle of people she knew from the newspaper industry. They patted his chest and said that this matter would make the front page of the evening newspaper, and the heat would ebb the next day.

As long as she acts well and puts everything down to Mikako Fujii's nerves, all the bad things will be reversed.

Mrs. Qianjiang has already made up her mind. She plans to cry to the wife of a great psychiatrist who she knows well, and then ask the psychiatrist to come out and write an article saying that Mikako Fujii may be delusional or acting Personality or something, the spearhead of public opinion will turn to attack Fujii Mikako.

The old woman got up early in the morning and dressed up. She just put on an expensive kimono with sleeves and makeup.

In order to cry to her heart's content at the wife's meeting later, the makeup she uses today is all waterproof.

—Hmph, Mikako Fujii, don't think you're the only one who uses tears as a weapon!

At this moment, Qianjiang Zhuo, the youngest son of Professor Qianjiang, opened the door of the dressing room with a loud bang: "Mom! The big thing is bad!"

"Bastard! How many times have I told you to knock on the door first!" Mrs. Qian Jiang shouted angrily.

Chi Jiang Zhuo: "Oh, this is not the time to talk about this! The big thing is bad, Mom! Selling news gave that Kiryu Mikako a front page headline!"

"Mikako Kiryu?" Mrs. Qianjiang was stunned for a moment.

Only then did Qianjiang Zhuo react: "No, no! It's Mikako Fujii! The concubine of that sword-playing guy named Kiryu! Front page headlines!"

"How is that possible! I made a special call yesterday at noon to ask around! The Nagano executive who sells news also said that that kind of thing is a subject that the evening newspaper will like, and they sell news as a daily newspaper, at most On the second edition!"

"Can I still lie to you? Look, this is today's news!"

Chian Jiang Zhuo patted the newspaper on the dressing table.

He directly took a whole copy of today's news, a thick stack - after all, there are more than 70 pages of news every day, even if the paper used to print the newspaper is not thick, it is very impressive.

The stack of papers is drawn on the dresser with a very dull sound.

The top of the stack of papers is not Mikako Fujii.

"This! What's the matter? Phone! Bring me the phone!"

Qian Jiangzhuo's wife came over with the extension of the phone.

Wireless extensions are a rarity in this day and age.

Old Mrs. Qianjiang took the extension phone and was about to dial. She was stunned before yelling at her daughter-in-law, "Idiot! If you don't bring the phone book with me, how can I make a call?"

Qian Jiangzhuo's wife looked aggrieved: "When did you hand over the phone book to me for safekeeping, only my sister-in-law knows where it is!"

"The bookshelves! The second row of the bookshelf wall on the north, from the left, is inserted between Tolstoy and Hugo! You idiot, it's not surprising that there is a Russian book among the books of a group of French writers. ?"

These days, sometimes knowing someone's phone number and not knowing it is often the difference between what can be done and what can't be done. In a sense, this phone book symbolizes the network of connections owned by the Qianjiang family.

In normal times, Mrs. Qianjiang wouldn't say anything to let her little daughter-in-law know where the phone book is.

But the eldest daughter-in-law and eldest son went to the event yesterday and are not here now.

Now the old lady doesn't care so much anymore.

After the phone book was delivered, the old lady searched for a long time, and found the phone number of the Nagano Specialist who sold news in a pile of ghost characters.

She dialed the number with trembling hands, making the wrong call twice.

This number is usually answered directly by the Nagano Specialist, and sometimes it will be the secretary.

This time it was the secretary who answered the call: "Hello?"

Mrs. Qianjiang immediately felt a chill when she heard that there was a young voice over there.

Actually, if I think about it, I know that this phone number is not only known to Mrs. Qianjiang alone. It is impossible to directly transfer the number to the secretary for the secretary to answer because of such a thing.

But the old lady Qianjiang is in a hurry now. It's easy for people to think bad things about things at this time.

Her first reaction now is that I am being targeted by the Nagano Specialist.

"That... Nagano is in charge of him..."

"The special manager hasn't come to work yet, so you should call him home." The secretary is very professional, so he didn't ask who was there at this time.

After all, the people who will make this call are big people who can talk directly to the executive. It is not his turn to be a secretary to ask who is on the other side.

Japan is such a poor society that it pays a lot of attention to a little secretary who accidentally messes up.

"Well, it's my problem. I forgot the time. I'm sorry." The old lady Qianjiang breathed a sigh of relief at this time.

"It's okay, do you want me to leave a message for the special officer?" The secretary continued to show his professionalism.

"No, I'll call his house." After speaking, the old lady Qianjiang hung up the phone.

She immediately found the phone number of the Nagano Specialist's house in the pile of ghost characters in the phone book and dialed.

This time the old man's voice came over there: "Hello, I'm Nagano, Moses Moses?"

Hearing that it was Nagano's special manager who answered the phone, the old lady Qianjiang was a little relieved.

"I'm Chie, Mr. Nagano, have you eaten breakfast?"

"Oh, Mrs. Qianjiang, I'm eating." Nagano's voice was very kind, and he couldn't hear the slightest displeasure.

But Mrs. Qianjiang still has to make amends first. After all, she disturbed the other party's private time: "I'm sorry, I disturbed your meal."

"It's alright, it's over soon. Anyway, at this time, if you don't call, I can only listen to my wife's nagging. What's the matter?"

"Well, have you seen today's sales news?"

"Not yet, what's wrong?" After Mr. Nagano finished speaking, he obviously held down the microphone and said to his wife, "Bring me today's newspaper."

Old Mrs. Qianjiang: "Let's take a look first!"

"Well, I'll see... um..."

This reaction is obviously from seeing the newspaper.

The old lady Qianjiang immediately said: "Mr. Nagano, you said yesterday..."

"Uh, generally speaking, it won't make headlines on the front page. After all, it's just what a young girl said casually, which is very eye-catching, but... right! There's a text on the front page that says something."

"What about now? What's going on now?" The old lady Qianjiang couldn't hold back, "Why is this prostitute on the front page! What does the accompanying text mean?"

From Mr. Nagano's side, there was the sound of whirling sandpaper, probably he was scratching his hair: "Um...I don't know! No one told me about this yesterday! Maybe there was something unexpected. What's the matter?"

"How could you not know? You are a professional!"

"This, Mrs. Qianjiang, I am indeed a specialist, but I am in charge of the real estate of the newspaper office. This is not the field I am directly responsible for! Otherwise, I will give you the Tetono Specialist who is in charge of this matter. You can ask him if you can't call him."

Old lady Qianjiang hesitated to speak, but finally the old lady controlled herself: "Okay, then give it to me, I will ask myself."

"Okay, please remember it. XXXXXX, have you remembered it? Good, but he must not be at work now, and only the secretary who arrives first will pick up the call. It's better if you wait until after ten o'clock."

The old lady Qianjiang was anxious: "Huh? Then you give me his home number?"

"Oh, this is not good, it disturbs people's private time. The newspapers are already out. If you call someone's house, you can't take the newspaper back~IndoMTL.com~ How could Mrs. Qianjiang not understand the current situation.

If it was yesterday, the Nagano Specialist would have said the number.

The widow of Professor Qianjiang yesterday, of course, has the face to know the family phone number of another professional.

Today, at least from Nagano's view, today's old lady Qianjiang doesn't have such a face.

The old woman forced a smile: "Okay, then I'll call his office. Goodbye, Nagano Manager."

"Goodbye, I wish you good health." After the Nagano Specialist finished speaking, he directly hung up the phone.

The old lady Qianjiang threw the extension phone on the table and yelled, "Shit! This **** who sees the wind and turns the rudder!"

The old woman was not relieved after scolding her, she stared at the half-length photo of Mikako in the newspaper on the table, grabbed it and tore it in half.

"Shit!"

Qian Jiangzhuo cautiously suggested: "Mom, at this time, I think it's better to call the school board first. If the school comes out to refute the rumor, even if it's selling news, it's for the sake of the Shangzhi alumni all over the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. , should..."

"You bastard! I use you to teach this kind of thing?" Qian Jiang scolded angrily, grabbed the phone book she had just smashed on the table with the extension phone, and quickly rummaged through it.

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