I Teach Kendo in Tokyo Chapter 21: Evil grows on the side

The next day, Tsurumaki and Gangzhen disappeared from the company and went to Hong Kong to collect materials.

He Ma goes to the office with Tamamo after class every day.

Okada Koji gave Tamamo an honorary position as a Japanese art supervisor for a nominal salary of 5,000 yuan a day.

Because Tamamo would exchange the 5,000 yuan at the convenience store for the Kiryu family's daily necessities every time he came home from the company, Kazuma's income was actually equivalent to a daily salary of 25,000 yuan.

In Japan after the economic bubble burst, this was a pretty good income, but now that it is the beginning of the 80s in Japan, it seems very ordinary.

As soon as I get home with Ma these days, Chiyoko uses various methods to make good money with Ma.

For example: "The price of cabbage has risen again, and I can't afford it anymore. I will buy more vitamin tablets to supplement vitamins in the future, which is much cheaper than cabbage."

Another example: "I want to eat saury today, but the price is so expensive that I don't want to buy it. The uncle of the fish shop sees me as pitiful and sold me the defective and relatively small packages at a low price."

and so on.

After listening to Ma for a few days, my ears were calloused, so I just kept doing it, rolled up my sleeves and planned to open up a vegetable field in the yard.

Aren't you complaining about the increase in the price of vegetables, then we can just grow it ourselves, anyway, the yard of the Kiryu Dojo is now under the provincial management of the Ministry of Education, and the agricultural association cannot.

But the idea of ​​Kazuma suddenly hit a bottleneck: the procurement of seeds and fertilizers in Japan is controlled by the Agricultural Association, and it is impossible for members of the Agricultural Association to obtain it.

But it was not difficult for Kazuma. He immediately thought that he could use cuttings to raise seedlings and plant the green vegetables he bought.

He didn't know why he thought of this all of a sudden. At first, he just vaguely thought that there seemed to be a way to grow green vegetables without seeds, but he couldn't remember what it was called. He went to the library and read a bunch of biology books before he knew it was called cuttings.

After supplementing the basic knowledge in the library, Hema realized where he knew this method: his grandmother planted flowers like this in his previous life. When his grandmother saw a beautiful flower raised by others, she would try to break it off. , grow your own.

Therefore, in addition to morning exercise, Kazuma has another job, which is to take care of his nursery field.

The first attempt was a natural failure, and Chiyoko read and read the horse for many days. After all, the three catties of green vegetables are still quite expensive.

Chiyoko also wanted to eat the vegetables that failed Kazuma's experiment, but Kazuma stopped her.

Rotten greens in the ground will increase soil fertility.

Kawama made another wave of cuttings despite Chiyoko's objection.

The other day, Chiyoko watched Kazuma cut the stalks off the leaves and cut them diagonally, insert them into the ground, and read to the side: "These green vegetables will be deducted from your ration, brother, and you will have no plant fibers at that time. Don't blame me if you don't have a bowel movement."

"How can a girl's family say the word 'stool' casually?" Kazuma complained as he continued his work.

"I'll just say, **** poop poop! I mean, you're not at the right time, it's almost winter, aren't you crazy about growing vegetables? Is it strange that you can succeed?"

He Ma was stunned: "Huh?"

He stopped what he was doing and watched Chiyoko wink.

Chiyoko said angrily: "You don't think about it, do you?"

"Um..."

He Ma scratched his head. He lived in the south of the Tropic of Cancer in his last life. The climate can be summed up in a jingle: the four seasons are like summer and a rain and then fall into autumn.

So he remembers that the plants are evergreen, and there are always fresh vegetables in the market.

I didn't expect that after a year of travel, this impression has not changed. The trees within the sight of the eyes are starting to become bald, and the avenue in front of the Dongda Yasuda Lecture Hall is also smelly because of the ginkgo fruit. The horse's thoughts are still in that warm tropics.

He Ma looked down at the half-processed basket of greens beside him, and picked up the remaining leaves: "I won't do these. Those with leaves that have been cut off, I don't think I can get a potted plant. Let's plant it under the light in the house."

Chiyoko took the vegetables from Ma and said, "Okay, you can only eat vegetables next week. This is a punishment for wasting so many vegetables without thinking about the season!"

"Okay, got it."

The small storm of growing vegetables just ended.

**

Hejuan had just stayed in Hong Kong for two full weeks. After returning, his whole person's mental outlook was completely different.

On the first day he came back to work, he pulled Kazuma: "Mr. Kiryu, I understand the essence of cyberpunk!"

He Ma was raided by him, a little dazed, and could only reply: "Really?"

"Yes! The dark corners of the highly developed capitalist society are under the splendid cloak of heaven, and there is **** on earth at the foot of heaven! Although they are in hell, they are trying to survive. I totally get it!"

He Ma thought about it for a long time and didn't know how to respond, so he could only pretend: "I said you went to the Kowloon Walled City, and you will understand!"

"Yes, I get it! I looked up as the giant Boeing 747 swept across the narrow sky of the fortress, and the sight was full of battered windows with rusted drying racks sticking out. I totally get it!"

Hema: "Ah? You entered the city? I'm not easy, you can still come out with your hands and feet intact!"

Hejuan and Gang showed disheveled: "Yes, at first I thought I would never come out again, but then a man named Wu Shihao met me, sent me out, and took my I stole the camera and gave it back to me."

—Wait, who are you talking about?

He Ma originally wanted to ask in detail, but on second thought, it was all 1981. The Independent Commission Against Corruption has been established for many years. The era of 500 million detectives and lame hos has long passed. They should have the same name and surname.

He cleared his throat: "It's good to be back. There are ten days until the review meeting. We will not be able to catch up soon. You should be mentally prepared to work overtime continuously."

"Why use the slogan of the Imperial Navy?" Tsurumaki and Gang made no secret of his distaste for this slogan.

"There is nothing wrong with the slogan, we must have the spirit of sloganism, right?"

He Ma moved out of Mr. Lu Xun. The left-wing youth in Japan have basically seen Lu Xun.

Kazuo Tsurumaki nodded: "Well, you're right, we're going to borrow the old Japanese navy slogan and use it to boost the morale of our anti-capitalist masterpiece."

"Yes, that's what I meant!" Kazuma squeezed the shoulders of Tsurumaki and Gang.

Although he is many years younger than Tsurumaki and Gang, he is now acting like a reliable big brother mentoring the younger generation.

"Then I'm off to work!" Tsurumaki and Gang saluted Kazuma, then turned and headed straight to his workstation.

He Ma looked at his back and pouted, and then saw Anno Akito looking at him.

He Ma: "What's wrong?"

"I'm thinking, should I go and see the Kowloon Walled City too..."

"You sit! Don't run! If you're going, it's not going to be done! I'm counting on spending a few more days with you for dinner!"

**

Time passed again. A few days later, Tamamo was preparing to go home from the dojo this evening, when his eyes suddenly swept to the long cardboard box in the corner of the dojo.

The box contains dirt shoveled from the yard, with the green stalks stuck with the horses last time.

Although Kazuma feels that at this temperature, they probably won't be able to germinate, but they still take good care of them every day.

It's not a big deal anyway.

And Kazuma always felt that when watering these green stalks, he could gain a kind of peace of mind.

Every time he waters, he can't help but recall the stalks related to growing vegetables in his previous life.

He Ma is not sure if the Chinese have the racial talent to grow vegetables, but he is sure that recalling these memes from his previous life makes him feel very nostalgic.

Tamazao: "You still have these stalks."

"What if something sprouted?"

"You can't tell by looking at the current temperature, right? It might start snowing in a few weeks."

He Ma glanced out the window, just at this moment, a gust of north wind blew against the window, making the window clatter.

The dojo hasn't opened the door to the courtyard very often since a few days ago because it's too cold.

He Ma scratched his head: "Maybe... there are one or two vegetable stems that show their courage and roots?"

Tamazao smiled: "Then I really want to see such a brave vegetable stem."

As she spoke, she came to the cardboard box and folded her hands.

Kawama: "Is the God of Harvest going to cast a spell?"

"A spell like that is long gone. But maybe try it out, maybe there's still a little mystery left."

Speaking of which, Tamamo began to push her folded hands upward.

This action has an impression of the horse's feeling - yes, in "My Neighbor Totoro", the chinchilla uses this action to pray for the germination of the seedlings in the field.

You are not a fox, but a chinchilla?

Wait, think about it carefully, the Totoro bus in Totoro seems to be able to have hundreds of tons?

Hema: "You learned this action from Totoro?"

The Japanese pronunciation of Totoro is Totoro. The earliest Chinese translation version of Totoro's theme song is called "The Neighbor's Doudoulong". His masterpieces are the same as the old translations of Li Abao and Lin Youde.

Later, the translated name of Doudoulong was widely spread because of the song "Doudoulong" sung by Fan Xiaoxuan, which in turn affected Totoro's official translation, so it was called Totoro.

The dragon of Totoro is actually the dragon of Doudoulong. Totoro in the original has nothing to do with the dragon.

Tamazao glanced at He Ma: "What is that?"

"Uh...Is there no monster like Totoro?" Kazuma asked in disappointment.

"No, this action is the action we used to pray for a good harvest in the past. We don't know why it is useful, but it is useful anyway. The loss of effect in modern times is probably related to the development of human agricultural technology."

And the horse nodded.

Tamazao turned around to face Kazuma after completing the three sets of movements: "Then I'll go back."

"Walk slowly." Waving with the horse.

"Remember to submit the report tomorrow." Tamamo reminded.

Just as Kazuma was about to answer, Mikako suddenly rushed down the stairs from the second floor, rushed into the dojo, raised her hand on the radio and shouted: "The Royal Marines have landed on the Falklands!"

"The war is probably over soon." Kazuma stood up and applauded Mikako, "Congratulations on winning the bet with Kazuo Qianjiang."

Mikako sighed: "Finally, you can rest assured that you don't need to live stream your nose to eat noodles. However, do you think Qianjiang Kazuo will fulfill her contract?"

He Ma shrugged: "I don't think so. If he really broadcasts noodles to the whole country, the students will start snickering whenever they enter the classroom in the future."

"Well, that makes sense." Mikako put her hands on the back of her head and pouted, "It's boring, I think if he fulfills his contract and chokes his nose when he eats noodles, and then dies, then I'll become The woman who killed their father and son."

He Ma hurriedly reminded Mikako: "Wait a minute, you said that the woman who killed their father and son, others will think in that direction!"

"Ah? What direction?" Mikako blinked, then snickered, "Hee hee, so Kazuma is looking at me like this."

"Long-winded, you must pay attention to your conditions!"

"Huh? What conditions do I have? Let's talk about it!" Mikako posted it, and poked Hema's chest with her finger, "Come on, let's talk about it."

Tamazao glanced at the two and said, "Then I'm leaving."

"Walk slowly!" Mikako waved her hand, and then continued to press Kazuma, "Tell me what the conditions are, say it."

He Ma turned to Tamamo who was about to leave and said, "I'll show you off!"

"No, no, I thought it might snow tonight, so I made my car wait under the **** at the door."

After speaking, Tamamo left the dojo and took the door to the dojo.

Mikako continued to press step by step: "Come, tell me, what are my conditions."

"You are stronger," said He Ma.

"Hee hee, that's not what you want to say at all, I disagree with Ma Ma! Mikako, I'm going to punish you, come giggle~"

Speaking of which, Mikako jumped directly at Kazuma, trying to scratch him sour.

At this time, Chiyoko opened the door of the dojo and shouted, "You guys are too noisy! There are two candidates in our dojo!"

At the same time as she roared, the gust of wind outside roared again, making the glass rattle, as if Chiyoko's roar shook the glass.

**

Five days later, all Argentine defenders on the Falklands surrendered to the British.

The whole process of the Falklands War was much shorter than Hema's impression.

The war is over in 50 days - of course there is no ceasefire agreement between Argentina and the UK, but everyone knows that the war is over.

The British Empire held its last face.

He Ma felt that Britain could win faster than the last time and space, mainly because there were machos, so the time for ground battles was compressed.

But this conjecture can't be confirmed, because Kazuma can't tell which is the macho just by looking at the reports in the newspapers and on the TV - he can't see the entries of the people on the TV, and he can't see the words of the photos in the newspapers strip.

He had to meet people in person to see the entry, to know who was an ordinary person and who was a savage man.

In addition, it is also very confusing that there are no sluggers in Argentina. After all, it is a bit strange that a country with such a large population and so many La Platas can't even get out of a slugger.

Could it be that La Plata was killed by British cannons and bombs?

After all, even a juggernaut like Izumi Zhenggang, who went to the battlefield was nothing more than bringing a brigade of people back home safely.

On the second day after the surrender of the defenders on the Argentine Island, Mikako was once again blocked by reporters at the door of Kiryu's house.

At first the problems were all about the Anglo-Afghan war, but things quickly got out of hand.

"Ms. Fujii!" a reporter asked loudly, "What do you think of the recent US sanctions on Japanese companies?"

Mikako was stunned for a moment: "Um, has the United States sanctioned Japanese companies?"

The reporter was shocked: "sanctioned, and it was yesterday."

Mikako: "You said yesterday was the local time in the United States, right? That means today's morning paper will only report it? I slept late today and haven't read the morning paper yet, so I don't know!"

He Ma listened, not knowing whether to praise Mikako for her resilience or call her a fool.

She did manage to get past the problem, but the process of getting it off is full of pitfalls.

Another reporter asked loudly, "Ms. Fujii, what do you think of the Soviet situation in Afghanistan?"

Mikako: "I think the Soviets should be careful with Stinger missiles."

Her answer is to tell the content of the big mountain with Ma Ping.

When I use it to respond to a reporter's question at this time, I always feel that there is something wrong with the bull's head - but this is really a view of the war in Afghanistan, so it can't be completely wrong.

Next, reporters asked other questions about international relations, and Mikako began to break the jar: "I haven't learned much yet! I'm just a freshman! You go and ask Qianjiang Kazuo. He is an associate professor and can speak much more than me."

With horse clothes, can this be opened to Associate Professor Qianjiang Kazuo? Just let it go?

But the excitement of the reporters was suddenly transferred to Associate Professor Kazuo Qianjiang.

There are a lot of entertainment reporters among the reporters who surrounded Meijiazi. These entertainment reporters have no interest in the international situation at all, but the entertainment reporters are not too embarrassed to run away from the words of their colleagues in the international news. After all, they are "serious" thing", just wait for them to ask first.

Now when Mikako mentioned Professor Kazuo Qianjiang, the entertainment reporters were all excited and asked questions one after another.

"Do you think Associate Professor Qianjiang Kazuo will honor your bet?" Several reporters asked together.

Mikako: "I believe he will fulfill his bet. After all, he is a rightist. Don't the rightists respect Bushido? They definitely won't run away. I think he will not only eat noodles with his nose, eat At the end of the day, I will have a belly cut on the spot to show my ambition."

The reporters were all in a frenzy: "Miss Fujii, are you implying that he should apologize?"

"No, no, I don't mean that. But you see, men are all about showing their roots and consciousness, right? Even if he doesn't cut his belly, he should cut his little finger."

Mikako is bragging, and Kazuma vaguely realizes that something is wrong and intends to stop her.

However, it was too late, she said: "Look at Ji Dao, if you make a mistake, you will have to cut your pinky finger. Have you seen the old cherry tree in the courtyard of my master's dojo? A pile of Ji Dao is buried under it. The little finger!"

Kazuma: "That's a legend! It's just a legend! It's true that Ji Dao sent his little finger to my house to make amends, but I didn't bury it under the cherry tree, but threw it away!"

In fact, they are all buried under the tree, but how can such a thing be said on TV.

Let's not say anything else, what if this place is regarded as a holy place by supernatural lovers to visit?

Wait a minute, that looks like you can make money by collecting tickets?

But now it's too late to change my tune, so Kazuma decided to do it.

Mikako realized the problem at this time, so she changed her words: "Haha, I'm joking, the little finger is so disgusting, how could it be buried under the tree in my yard, it will have nightmares."

Then she changed her words: "Okay, that's it for today's interview, our car is here too!"

The car sent by the Nanjo family had arrived at the door, and the driver was honking his horn to disperse the reporters who had gathered at the door.

"I'm off to class, can you make a move?" Mikako said.

But the reporters didn't mean to give way at all, and they kept asking questions.

And immediately took a step forward and began to forcibly separate the reporters from the group of reporters with their strong arms.

He wasn't obligated to do so, but he just didn't want Mikako to squeeze out of her own flesh. Even reporters don't want to eat my sister's tofu.

**

At noon that day, Mikako's morning interview was broadcast on the Noon News.

This day is a working day, so Kazuo Qianjiang watched this scene on the TV in his laboratory.

He broke the ballpoint pen in his hand.

The plastic body shattered, and the nick scratched his finger.

The pain made him doubly furious.

"You bastard! This **** bastard!" He roared as he threw the pen into the trash can, only to miss it, and the broken pen fell on the floor outside the trash can.

"This prostitute!" Kazuo Chie, like his own father and mother, began to refer to Mikako Fujii as a prostitute, "She must have used sorcery to give me a bow! It must be like this! It happened that she and that The daughter of the Jinguji family is so familiar!"

Actually, the Qianjiang family had asked Jinguji Temple for help before, but now Qianjiang Kazuo has completely forgotten about this.

"These women, all prostitutes! Witches!" He pounded the table hard.

The gap opened by the ballpoint pen was widened by his violent movements.

A drop of blood the size of a soybean was exuded from the wound, and then dripped onto the open notebook, spreading into a large mass at once.

The phone on the desk rang at this time.

Qianjiang Kazuo calmly opened the drawer, took out the Band-Aid, put it on his hand, and answered the phone with his uninjured hand.

From the other side of the phone came the voice of the school's professors association chairman Shan Bing: "Professor Qianjiang?"

Qianjiang squeezed out a smile: "It's me. Hi Professor Suginami."

He thought about it for a while, but didn't remind Professor Suginami that he was still an associate professor.

"Professor Qianjiang, I'm calling to ask, how is your transfer to Sophia University as a professor?"

The expression on Qianjiang Kazuo's face froze.

This matter is a matter of course. Although his father, Professor Qianjiang, is dead, Sophia University takes care of Professor Qianjiang's students' face, and generally agrees that Qianjiang Yinan will transfer to Sophia University to replace his father's professorship.

But Kazuo Chie became the focus of public opinion because of his bet with Mikako Fujii, so Sophia University suspended the pace of introducing Kazuo Chie.

After all, nominally a professorship should be voted for by professors, and the principle of democracy should be followed.

Such an obvious succession to the father's position will surely make those left-wing scholars make a fuss about it.

In addition, because of Mikako, Professor Qianjiang's recent academic level has been questioned, and even Qianjiang Kazuo's academic reputation has also been affected.

Sophia University is also excusable for suspending the hiring of Kazuo Qianjiang.

It would have been better if Argentina had won the Falklands War.

However, Argentina lost.

In this case, the situation is very subtle.

Even Chie Kazuo himself wasn't sure if he could get into Sophia University.

So he said to Professor Suginami in an embarrassing tone: "This, look at the current situation, maybe this matter will blow up."

Professor Suginami sighed: "That's right, I can understand. However, the thing is, our school is going to add a new professorship. Since we want to add a new professorship, we must have a new research room. At the previous professor meeting, we felt that you were leaving, and your research room could be vacated for new professors.”

Qianjiang Yinan's face was ashen: "This... I haven't left yet!"

"At that time, everyone thought that you were going to go, and we all believed that you would be able to predict correctly." Professor Suginami said slowly, "We all believed that you could make that female student punished and washed away. The stigma on your father! It was this trust that made our decision at that time."

Qianjiang Kazuo was so choked that he could not speak.

Professor Suginami continued: "Of course, you can't go to Sophia University, and we won't expel you. After all, you only made one mistake, and your knowledge is still very useful. You can continue to teach in our school as an associate professor. Educating people. But the research room, I'm afraid you have to hand it over."

The corners of Qianjiang's mouth twitched.

"Of course, we will give you an office of your own. From now on, you will be incorporated into Professor Tangta's laboratory as second-in-command, with a separate office!"

Qianjiang Yinan held back for a long time before he said, "Thank you for being so concerned about my feelings."

"Of course, I'm your father's old friend after all! He asked me to take good care of you!" Professor Suginami boasted, as if he had fulfilled Professor Qianjiang's request very well.

Qianjiang Kazuo resisted the urge to drop the phone and said, "I will bring home all the personal belongings in the laboratory within this week."

"Very good! Don't worry, take your time!" Professor Suginami said, "Your students will also be incorporated into Professor Tangta's laboratory in the future. Nothing will change much, I promise."

Qianjiang Kazuo: "Thank you."

"You're welcome, that's it." The phone hung up over there.

Qianjiang a man threw the phone directly onto the landline and cursed: "This kind of grass! Wall grass!"

At this point the phone rang again.

One man Qianjiang picked up the phone: "Moses Moses?"

"This is the National Institute of Sophia University, is it Associate Professor Qian Jiang?"

"I am." Qianjiang Kazuo said, "My appointment was cancelled, right?"

"Ah, that's true. We don't think it's the best time to hire you as a professor. We have reached an agreement with Associate Professor Ozawa of Northeastern University that he will come to Sochi as a professor of international relations. But if If you'd like to be an associate professor, we'd be happy to hire you."

Qianjiang Kazuo asked with the attitude of giving it a try: "Can I have a separate laboratory?"

"This...our research labs at Sophia University are in very short supply. Unless the club building used by the student association is taken back, there is no place to open a new research lab. After all, we don't have enough funds like the University of Tsukuba to build A whole bunch of new teaching buildings. That's what the university of the arts is not good at."

Qianjiang Kazuo sighed: "I understand, I give up the professorship, as for the associate professor, let me think about it again."

"Alright, alright," Professor Guoli said several times in succession, "Then I'll hang up first and say hello to Lingtang for me."

"Okay, I will." As soon as Qianjiang Kazuo finished speaking, there was a busy voice over there.

Qianjiang Kazuo tapped the receiver on the table again: "Damn!"

He was about to yell when the phone rang for the third time.

Qianjiang Kazuo answered the phone impatiently: "Moses Moses?"

"It's me, producer of Gong Xiaolu! That, Professor Qian Jiang, our program this Sunday..."

Qianjiang Kazuo hung up the phone.

He now finds this Gong Xiaolu especially hateful.

Unexpectedly, the phone rang again.

As soon as I picked up the receiver, Gong Xiaolu didn't wait for Qianjiang to speak to Moses, and said directly: "You have to think about it. If you don't perform the bet, you will get an evaluation that you can't afford to lose! You have come to perform the contract. , and advertise that you're a man of your word! Then you'll say something to get up where you fall~IndoMTL.com~Predict the end of a wave of war in Afghanistan..."

Qianjiang Kazuo hung up the phone again.

But this time it rang almost immediately.

Qianjiang Yinan roared when he picked it up: "Your mother is dead, Gong Xiaolu!"

There was silence for a few seconds, and then came the voice of old lady Qianjiang: "Yi man, what did you say?"

"No, Mom, that's not what I meant!"

"You want me to die, don't you? Huh? That's why you're mad at me, right? How could you not even predict the Falklands war? How could you lose to a freshman whore?"

Qianjiang Kazuo was upset and retorted: "That's still my father's theory is wrong! He hurt me!"

"What are you talking about! It's only been a few days since your father turned 49! You are not a filial son! You are not a filial son!"

After speaking, the old lady burst into tears.

Qianjiang Kazuo was annoyed and hung up the phone directly.

I didn't expect this to hang up and the phone rang again.

One man Qianjiang unplugged the phone line, and the phone went quiet.

He sits at the table with his head in his hands.

At this time, the door of his laboratory opened, and an associate professor from the next laboratory came in: "Professor Qianjiang, a program producer called us and asked if you would like to participate in the Sunday program. ."

"I'm going to join your sister..." Kazuo Chie suddenly changed his mind, "No, I'm going to join. But I want him to invite that Fujii Mikako too."

"Then I'll answer him like this." After saying that, the associate professor stared at Qian Jiang with pity for a few seconds before closing the door.

Chie Kazuo picked up today's newspaper and looked at the front page of Mikako Fujii's photo.

"My life is over, but don't expect your life to be so smooth!" he said through gritted teeth.

After he finished speaking, he stood up, ready to go to the chemistry department to order something.