I'm a dragon sparrow in Tokyo

Chapter 69 Guidance
Today's Shiji's victory or defeat is the defeat of Jiang Xu and Qingye.

The referee is off, and the winner is undoubtedly Daizi's curry.

If it was yesterday, Jiang Xu would risk his life to reason.

But today, he found the source of extra victory points, and he doesn't care much about the little victory points of Shiji at night.

That is a mahjong thing.

In fact, in terms of time efficiency, Shiji and Mahjong are not much different.

I just don't know how to calculate the way of swordsmanship.

A kendo match lasts 5+3 minutes.

The long one is 8 minutes, and the short one, as long as two or three minutes can decide the winner.

If the victory points were considerable, Jiang Xu felt that he might have to shift his focus.

Finish clearing away the dishes.

Daizi didn't go back to work directly in the study, but asked Qingye: "Qingye, do you want to go for a jog?"

Thinking of the high-calorie fried chicken and curry she ate at night, Aoba nodded immediately: "Okay."

Daizi turned to look at Jiang Xu again: "Mr. Xu, what about you? Do you want to go together?"

Jiang Xu thought for a while, then refused: "Aunt Daizi, I won't go, I plan to buy a set of training swords later."

"Sword tools. I see." Daizi nodded and said, "I remember that the shopping mall in the next town sells them. Do you want me to take you there?"

"No need." Jiang Xu said with a smile, "I'll just take a walk as exercise."

"Row."

When he came back, there was still a gleam of afterglow in the setting sun, but when Jiang Xu went out now, it was already completely dark.

The night breeze is gentle and the street lights are soft.

Jiang Xu raised his head, the moons in the two worlds were equally cold, hanging lonely among the stars.

'So you haven't changed.That's great. '

Jiang Xu said softly in his heart, a sly smile appeared on his face, he raised his head, strode out the door, and merged into the quiet night.

However, after a few steps, he stopped and stood in the middle of the road.

After being silent for a while, he took out his phone, quickly clicked on the navigation, typed to search for the destination, and after remembering the route, he immediately put the phone back in his pocket.

After raising his head to find the right direction, he rushed out violently, bringing with him a slight howling wind.

Fortunately, no one saw it, otherwise this area would not be able to stay any longer! !
In the green belt beside the road, a brown cat poked its head out from a branch, tilted its head, and looked at this human being who stopped and ran for some reason inexplicably.

"Meow?"

The area where Aoba's house is located is a more suitable environment for living. If you compare it with a community, it is a mid-to-high-end community.

Noisy locations such as shopping malls, restaurants, and pedestrian streets are all next door, which avoids noise pollution and reduces casual people entering and leaving.

It is acceptable to take a few extra steps, just as Jiang Xu said, it should be considered a walk.

However, Jiang Xu still ran all the way along the main road. With his physical fitness, he ran from Aoba's house to the pedestrian street, but he was only panting slightly, without sweating.

There were also more and more people, and they were all heading towards the pedestrian street where you could see the bright lights when you looked up a little. Jiang Xu slowly slowed down his pace and merged into the crowd.

The shopping malls on both sides are brightly lit, illuminating the whole street as if it were daytime.

People are bustling and bustling, so lively.

Jiang Xu went straight to a big shopping mall in the middle of the pedestrian street.

This shopping mall belongs to a chain shopping mall that only sells equipment for various sports.

There are mahjong machines, ball games, rackets, chess boards, chess pieces, bows and arrows, swords, protective gear and so on.

Jiang Xu wandered around for a while, found the kendo section, and finally picked out a good bamboo sword, which cost him a full 200 yuan.

Fortunately, he only bought a bamboo sword. If it was a real sword, they would sell it, but the price is not something he can consider now.

When going back, Jiang Xu didn't take the main road, but thought about passing between the towns and walking back to Aoba's house.

You can get acquainted with the surrounding environment, not to say that you have lived here for a long time, and it is still the same as an unfamiliar location.

There is also a sense of déjà vu through the maze.

Walking through the high and low streets, where old and new styles are mixed, Jiang Xu always feels like he is in dialogue with the local people.

I can feel the feeling of the busy and endless life of people in a region.

It was like seeing the same familiar moonlight and the same vast and endless starry sky.

Jiang Xu can be temporarily integrated into this world.

As a traveler away from home.

It's almost nine o'clock now.

People on the road are going back home.

Jiang Xu was surprised and saw an unexpected person.

Matsuo Jiro.

Jiang Xu saw the other party in the crowd at a glance, because the clothes the other party was wearing were the same leather jacket suit he had seen two days ago, and they had not changed.

"Matsuo-kun! Good evening."

Since Peng bumped into each other by accident, they were still heading back, so Jiang Xu walked over and said hello.

"Ok?"

Hearing someone calling him, Matsuo turned his head, also surprised: "Jiang Xujun!"

Jiang Xu looked up and down Matsuo Jiro, whom he hadn't seen for a few days, his hair was a little fluffy and deformed, and there was a trace of confusion in his eyes, as if he had just woken up.

Combined with the thick dark circles on his eyelids.

Jiang Xu had roughly figured it out, and asked with a smile: "Matsuo-kun, are you ready to go to work? The night shift is really hard work."

"what?!"

When Jiang Xu asked him suddenly, Matsuo still didn't react, and looked at Jiang Xu in a daze, "Night shift? Are you talking about it?"

In the middle of the conversation, he was startled suddenly, as if he had just woken up, he shook his head violently, and then smiled at Jiang Xu.

"Ah, yes? I've been assigned to the night shift recently, and it's really hard work."

"It was very early in the morning at work today, and I couldn't bear it after get off work, so I found a hotel to sleep for the night."

Matsuo lol
"Oh." Jiang Xu nodded without asking further questions.

He was not interested in inquiring about the other party's personal affairs, but just met by chance, and he was considered an acquaintance, so he came over to say hello.

"Jiang Xujun, what about you? Did you go to buy an umbrella?"

Matsuo Jiro also saw the bamboo sword in Jiang Xu's hand.

It's not because he guessed wrong, the main reason is that the bamboo sword is a bit long, and it is put in a black bag. It is inevitable for ordinary people to think of it as a long umbrella.

Jiang Xu lifted the bamboo sword in his hand, thought for a while and said, "Almost."

Umbrella can also be used as a sword, it should be regarded as something similar.

almost?
Matsuo was a little puzzled, could it be the same with an umbrella?

However, he had no intention of asking.

"Is Matsuo also going in this direction? Since it's a coincidence, why not go along for a while?" Jiang Xu laughed.

"sure."

After staying away from the pedestrian street, the crowd slowly began to decrease.

Maybe walking on the same road and not seeing a few people.

After walking for a while, I chatted casually with Matsuo, and we talked about the Rose Cup two days ago.

Jiang Xu asked with a smile: "Matsuo-kun, you should still have that souvenir stick."

"Yes, what's wrong?"

Matsuo took out the stick from the inner pocket of his clothes, and asked with some puzzlement.

"This upright stick can really increase people's luck. If you don't believe it, you can try it in a game of poker."

Jiang Xu smiled slightly.

"real or fake?"

Matsuo didn't believe it, but after thinking about it, it seemed that Jiang Xu didn't need to make such a joke with him.

And some are dubious.

Jiang Xu didn't answer the conversation, and talked about another topic.

This is something related to entering the rooting realm that he only vaguely felt after talking with the head of the Sparrow Club, Xiao Linyuan.

"Matsuo-kun, in fact, your basic card skills have been developed enough, and the poor ones who have entered the root-building realm are not abilities, but ideas."

"idea?"

"Yes. Your own philosophy in the game is now your most critical element."

"You have to think about it, when you encounter a bad hand, a regular hand, a good hand, a series of situations, such as the opponent's double exposure, the opponent's erection, etc., do you maintain your personal philosophy in the way you respond? The concept that will never change will continue to fight.”

"Whether it is continuing to attack fearlessly or retreating to defend, it is just an external form of expression. What really matters is your own philosophy."

"Of course, no matter what the idea is, poker is ultimately about winning, and your idea is also a way to make you win better."

"So, maybe in the victory, you will naturally find your own philosophy. So, in some rounds, you might as well try this stick, it may have a miraculous effect."

What Jiang Xu said is actually very simple, just like when you play games, you must be at a loss among the five positions at the beginning, not knowing whether you are suitable for jungler, mid laner, or ad.

But after playing and winning a lot of times, you will gradually know which position you are suitable for.

He started to focus on this position, and then summed up his own style of play. No matter what the situation, as long as he can maintain this style of play, his winning rate will definitely not be too low.

The reason why Jiang Xu told Matsuo these things is because the other party is indeed his guide in mahjong, and the other is that the other party really loves mahjong.

Matsuo nodded half-comprehensively, recalling his own playing style, it seems that there is really no one that can be summed up and insisted on.

Most of the time, I just look at the situation and then it changes. In very few cases, I guess right, but in most cases, I still regret it.

Just when Matsuo was thinking ignorantly.

Jiang Xu frowned slightly, then suddenly turned around and glanced around.

But I only saw a few passers-by walking normally on both sides of the street, without any abnormalities.

'Is it my illusion? '

Jiang Xu narrowed his eyes slightly, scanning every pedestrian on the road.

"what happened?"

Matsuo asked with some doubts.

Most of his thoughts were on Jiang Xu's words just now.

"nothing?"

Jiang Xu observed for a while, and found nothing abnormal, then turned around and said with a smile: "I just misread it, I thought I met a classmate."

"oh oh."

Matsuo nodded, glanced forward, and asked casually: "By the way, Jiang Xu-jun, how do you go at the intersection ahead? I'll see if I'm still walking with you."

"What about the intersection in front?"

Jiang Xu looked up, then glanced back at Matsuo, saw his eyes flicker slightly, suddenly smiled and said.

"I'm turning left ahead."

"is it?"

Matsuo said calmly, showing a regretful expression: "I'm going on. It seems that we have broken the road, Jiang Xujun, I remember everything you said, thank you very much. Why don't we have a chance this weekend if we have a Zhuang plays a few rounds!"

"Well, definitely next time." Jiang Xu smiled and nodded.

At the intersection, Jiang Xu raised his sword and waved to Matsuo

About 3 minutes later, a man wearing sunglasses also appeared at the intersection.

He took off his sunglasses, took out his cell phone, glanced at the direction Jiang Xu left, and then looked down at the picture on the cell phone named Great Xia Wushuang Dragon Sparrow, frowning slightly.

"Big Xia people?! It's a bit difficult!"

A few minutes later, at an intersection ahead, Jiang Xu's figure appeared and was walking back.

"Funeral?"

Jiang Xu held his sword and stood at the intersection, looking at Matsuo Jiro without any hesitation, and went straight into the door.

It is only nine o'clock.

Since this family was doing funeral things at home, the neighbors around would come to his house to play mahjong as long as they had nothing to do at night, which increased the popularity and dilute the mourning, making it very lively.

After a few minutes, the man who took off his sunglasses also walked in, and since he was following scattered neighbors, he looked normal.

At first, Jiang Xu only thought that Matsuo was doing an ordinary night shift job.

And when he felt that someone was following him, the thought that flashed through him was that Matsuo was in the local Heibang, and now he was being watched.

As a result, after going round and round, Matsuo's ultimate goal turned out to be a funeral banquet.

This made Jiang Xu a little dizzy.

Am I really thinking too much?
He remembers so many Sakurajima Yakuzas in his previous life, which is world famous.

Is it possible that the Yakuza disappeared because of the change of the world?
Sakurajima in this world followed Daxia's policy and implemented an extremely strict gun ban policy for guns and other firearms.

Ordinary people, or ordinary Yakuza, will never see the shadow of a gun.

If it was an ordinary hand-to-hand fight, Jiang Xu shook the bamboo sword he had just obtained, and felt that he would have no problem dealing with two or three ordinary Yakuza who were using small knives at a time.

Although I don't understand why the other party has to go through such a far position, and even lie to participate in a funeral.

But since Matsuo is fine, that's fine.

Jiang Xu turned his head and prepared to leave.

The next morning.

Matsuo stood up from the poker table with bloodshot eyes again, ready to leave.

Suddenly, the opponent got up and stopped him.

"My friend, I see that when you play cards, you always like to use your own stick. Could it be some kind of lucky thing? To be honest, I like to collect these things. Can you please give it up?"

Matsuo looked at him with a frown, and said coldly, "Sorry, it's not for sale."

He tried it in the night's poker game. He didn't know if it was a psychological effect, but his luck really improved a lot.

Today's harvest is a full four thousand happy beans.

All of a sudden, under the stimulation of continuous victories, he felt complacent that his poker skills became more and more exquisite, and he could even hit the root-building realm known as the threshold of a career.

After winning a lot of mahjong at a banquet, although the player at the same table lost Happy Beans, he didn't care at all. Instead, he lit a cigarette and said to Matsuo Jiro.

"Matsuo-kun, it's unbelievable that your poker skills are willing to be mediocre every day. I know a very well-regulated place where the players are not big but not small, but there isn't a master like you in it. I think you can, if you go."

What happened next, the other party didn't say anything, just made a posture of collecting happy beans that is universally used in the world, rubbing the thumb and index finger and ring finger together.

Matsuo Jiro's heart skipped a beat for a moment.

(End of this chapter)