I Teach Kendo in Tokyo Chapter 50: Is this the legendary…

Sasori's interest in Kiryu and horses grows even stronger.

Now in her cognition, the image of Kiryu and Ma has undergone some changes.

Then she looked at the fried noodle girl, hesitated and asked, "This Kiryu classmate, don't...don't want to learn kendo and want to be a musician?"

"No, he's obsessed with kendo. In my opinion, music or something seems to him like a little hobby of Jianhao? You see in the sword and halberd movie, Jianhao will play a flute or something, right? ? At worst, take a leaf and blow it."

Beixian Sha Xuli was shocked: "Just because of this kind of thing, did you learn the harmonica?"

"Well, I think so. After all, I am his childhood sweetheart, and I know him quite well." The fried noodle girl said confidently, and then added in a low voice, "I know better than Nanjo and the chairman."

Beixian Shaxuri felt something, but the fried noodles were too fragrant, and she didn't eat breakfast, so she lowered her head and took two bites of fried noodles. When she looked up again, the emotion had disappeared from the fried noodle girl's face.

Sa Xuli continued to ask: "So, Kiryu and Ma learned music just to make themselves more like swordsmen?"

"Probably...is that right? I saw that when he saw the real swordsman, his expression was quite longing, although he directly rejected the old gentleman's request to accept his apprentice."

"It turned out to be like this! How can it be like this, music should be... Music is not such a superficial thing!"

The fried noodle girl looked at Sasori: "Uh...sorry, but I don't think Kazuma meant to belittle the music."

"Music is!" Beixiang Sha Xuli ignored the fried noodle girl, "Music is a refuge, a redemption, not something that a talented person can write casually with such a joking attitude."

"No no, he didn't write it casually either. I think he was very serious when he wrote where the stars are. When he wrote the third song, he was still in tears. That feeling is definitely not false." Seriously defended his childhood sweetheart, "Maybe my statement made you misunderstood. I'm sorry!"

Shaxuri, Beixiang devoured the fried noodles, put the lunch box back on the counter of the fried noodle stall, took out the money and slapped it on the table: "I will confirm it with my own eyes."

"You..." The fried noodle girl looked at the pile of change on the table, "This... Although we will definitely be short of change today, your change scares me."

Beixian Sha Xuli said nothing and left without looking back.

**

Fujii Mikako looked at the girl who left and collected the change.

At this time, the girl in her class leaned over and said, "Who is it? Is it the little fan girl of Kiryu's classmate? I feel like she was just a sophomore, so the uniform is the uniform of Mingcheng Elementary School? It's not really a sophomore. girl?"

The second grade of middle school in Japan means the second grade of junior high school. Japanese high schools do not have the word "中", they are called higher schools, but when translated into Chinese, they are translated into high schools in order to correspond to domestic ones.

When Japan's education system was designed, the upper limit for ordinary people was "higher schools", and there was no such thing as higher education. Shorter and higher education is a matter of vocational education, and it is a parallel expansion of higher education institutions.

That's why Japan's full-time universities are so awesome, that is, they are really designed to divide classes.

Junior high schools in Japan are called middle schools, corresponding to higher schools.

The original meaning of the second grade of middle school is the second grade of junior high school, and then the meaning of the second disease of the middle school is derived.

Fujii Mikako looked at the back of the girl who had gone away and was speechless: "I feel and horses can always attract people from middle school."

"Huh? So he's interested in girls in the second grade?" Mikako's classmates exclaimed, but apparently the second one refers to age, "Is that a crime? Is it really okay not to call the police?"

"Don't call the police!" Mikako gently placed her elbow on her classmate's waist.

**

Beixian Shaxuri came to the third floor and found that the entrance of Class B in the third year had been blocked by reporters. Like her, ordinary visitors who wanted to see the martial arts performed by Kiryu and Ma and their class could only stay far away. Stand far away.

The people from Class A of the third year are very business-minded. They put a plastic foam box in the corridor with a bunch of popsicles in it.

"Ice popsicles! I sell popsicles! It's 200 yen a piece!" A male student with a stylish split was shouting while sitting next to a styrofoam box on a bench.

From the stack of banknotes in his hand, business is not bad.

Beixian Shaxuri was about to buy a popsicle when another boy ran over with a tin box containing cookies and placed it at the boy's feet.

"No, the whole school can't exchange coins, and it seems that there are not many changes prepared by each school."

"What should I do then?" The boy selling the peddling looked at the empty tin box, "There's no way to get change. The whole class has exhausted all the coins in our pockets."

"I can't sell the coins unless I give them." The boy who just went to change coins put his hands on his hips and said while unbuttoning his collar, "Or sell them in a package, five pieces together, one thousand yen. enough paper money.”

Beixiang Sha Xuli squeezed out two hundred-yuan coins from his pocket, walked up to the two of them, and stretched out his hand: "I want a popsicle."

"Fuck, goddess!" the hawking boy responded exaggeratedly, took the coin and opened the foam box, "I'll get you the coldest one from the bottom."

"No, start it for me, I can't eat anything too cold, it's bad for my throat."

"Hey, me." The boy didn't pay much attention to the last sentence, he took one from the top of the styrofoam box and handed it to Sasori.

Saxuri licked the popsicle, carefully letting the licked water warm in his mouth before swallowing.

The reporters didn't seem to give in at all, and the first performance of Class B in the third year looked like it was impossible for ordinary people to see.

Sasori decides to go somewhere else to pass the time.

The flyer she got just now seems to say that there will be free talent performances by students in the auditorium, and the program list includes the school's student band~IndoMTL.com~ Although the level of the student band is mostly the same, there are From time to time, you will also see very powerful rare species.

For example, the trio who took the stage at the Cultural Festival of the High School Affiliated to Fengcheng University last year have now become a legend among music lovers.

It is said that the three of them have never been on stage together again, and two of them have been promoted to the same department of Fengcheng University, and they are also strangers.

Beixian Sha Xuli thought, maybe this time I can witness a wave of legends in Bei Ge's family...

As soon as she was about to leave, she heard a high-spirited female voice from Class B of Year 3 - although the volume was so loud that the entire corridor could be heard clearly, it wouldn't make people think she was loud Yelling is rude.

As soon as I heard it, I knew that this woman had practiced.

"Let's go! Our performance is open to everyone, you block the road, what do others think? In the cultural festival activities, there is not a single audience under the age of 20 in the classroom, how is it appropriate? "

The reporters obviously didn't like this, and someone asked loudly, "Are you Jinguji Tamamo? Your home is the famous wagashi shop, right?"

Before the reporter finished speaking, there was a deafening roar from Class B in the third year: "Everyone told me to make way for me! Why don't you listen to people? My tone changed when I shouted so loudly. Ah, ah, ah!"

Beixian Sha Xuli was startled. She knew that the girl had been trained in professional alto production. The roar made the windows in the corridor buzz.

The reporters who were still noisy just now were forced back by pure, loud violence.

Beixiang Shaxuri found himself in front of a road leading to Class 3 Class B classroom.

Like Moses dividing the sea.

She hastily trotted into the classroom.