I teach kendo in Tokyo

After the night had completely fallen, the teachers all returned to their offices to rest, and the restless students began to recuperate.

Less than half an hour into the night, Kazuma was memorizing history when suddenly a guy from the next class burst into the classroom of Class B, Grade 3, and shouted: Morino from Class A confessed to Oi from Class C!

This voice attracted the attention of the boys who had been working hard to prepare in the class. After a short silence, the boys rushed to the corridor while making noises.

Kazuma glanced at the chairman and found that she had simply given up her plan to stop the boys, and just watched the boys pour out of the classroom and throw all the props on the ground.

Is this okay? Kazuma asked.

Even if I stop it, it's useless, isn't it? the chairman asked, Anyway, the preparations are never finished and we are still working hard until the last moment. This is also the regular start of preparations for the cultural festival.

To be honest, I have experienced five cultural festivals from junior high school to now, and I have never been able to complete all the preparations well. In the end, I just rushed to the shelves.

I don't think the sixth time will be any different.

Mikako complained: Danzi, you sound like an old man when you say this!

Kazuma noticed that the chairman's body stiffened for a moment, but he immediately returned to normal. The chairman said calmly: Well, there is nothing we can do about it. After all, I am your mother.

Did you actually accept this setting? Mikako continued to complain, Mom, I want to drink juice, give it to me!

The canteen is open until ten o'clock today, go buy it yourself. The chairman said.

Although the school allows overnight stay tonight, it is prohibited to leave the school after dark. In order to meet the needs of students, the canteen will extend its business hours. In the afternoon, Kazuma saw a small truck replenishing the canteen driving into the school.

Mikako: Sure enough, the response was the same as my mother's! Especially the impatient tone!

Just when Kazuma wanted to tease the chairman with Mikako, Nanjo Honami entered the classroom surrounded by three people from the craft club.

Because most of the people in the classroom went to watch the school romance drama between Class A and Class C, Kazuma and the others were the only ones in the whole classroom at this time.

Chairman, how is the finished product? the craft club member asked the chairman excitedly.

After all, she is the leader of the cultural festival activities in the class, and the results produced require her nod.

The chairman pushed up his glasses, looked Nanjo up and down carefully, and nodded: Yes, he looks heroic, not bad.

At this time, Nanjo was dressed in ancient men's clothing, but it was not entirely men's clothing. The people from the craft club added some designs that reflected Nanjo's female body shape.

Nanjo looks like a heroic heroine in this outfit, with a hat on her back and a prop sword on her back.

One of the girls from the craft club expressed her thoughts on the creation: Nanjou-san has such a good figure, even if it is purely men's clothing, as long as the belt and other places are tightened, you can easily tell that it is a woman.

We originally planned to directly copy the Shinsengumi's costumes, but in the end we added some details that highlighted the female identity.

Nanjo didn't listen to the craft club's explanation at all, she looked straight at Kazuma.

Kazuma gave her a thumbs up: Very beautiful, very beautiful.

Mikako leaned down on the table: Lost!

One of the girls from the craft club saw Mikako like this and immediately stepped forward: We also made a set of clothes for Fujii-san.

Eh? Me? I'm not from your class? I have to work at our class's fried noodle stall.

It doesn't matter, there are still materials left, so I just made it.

Is it made with leftover scraps? Or is it easy? I feel even more depressed when you say this. I'm sorry for being a human being!

Mikako was full of complaints and even had a Kansai accent. But she was probably a native of Kanto, and her Kansai accent sounded weird.

In terms of setting, the girls in the craft club were busy introducing their masterpieces, and the lazy Rimikako complained, you are Miss Nanjo's maid, the only person who knows the identities of both parties, and you watch the miss and the one you love fighting each other with swords. , very anxious.

Mikako looked at the clothes on display: Hey, doesn't it look pretty good? It's made to look like a fake kimono for the convenience of wearing it?

Women's kimonos are very troublesome to wear, so now Japan has fake kimonos that are mainly designed to be easy to wear. They just look like kimonos, but in fact the layers of materials and belts are sewn together. Often, Just wrap it up and button it up and you're done.

It’s the same idea as the simple tie that doesn’t require a tie.

However, the Japanese are a bit poor and particular, and the craftsmen who rely on kimono handicrafts to make a living will not allow this modern product to take away their jobs, so this new thing was quickly wiped out.

But in the field of costumes, this thing is still retained because of convenience.

After all, when filming, a minor character may have to change into multiple sets of clothes a day to go through the scene, and it is impossible to use a formal kimono that is difficult to wear.

Kazuma saw that Mikako was already looking eager to try, so he patted her on the shoulder: You can go change it, it won't take much trouble.

Well, since Kazuma said so. Mikako stood up, Then I will... Hey, Kazuma, look at the playground!

Kazuma turned to look out the window.

There seemed to be someone on the playground pushing a cart that was used to draw lines on the playground during physical education classes, and was drawing something.

Kazuma couldn't help but frown: Drawing something like Nazca Land on the playground at this time, isn't this the plot of The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya?

He stood up, propped up the window sill and looked outside - it was too dark, but relying on the lights in the teaching building, he could barely make out that the person painting the ground was a girl. Her school uniform skirt and braided long hair were blowing in the night breeze. sway.

By this time, she seemed to have run out of money, and Kazuma saw her throw the cart aside and strike a match.

She threw the match to the ground.

The next moment the traces she had just made with the wheelbarrow on the ground were all ablaze.

That's actually text.

A huge favorite is burning on the playground.

Fortunately, this was Japanese, so there were not many strokes to write it. If it were Chinese, she might not be able to write it until the materials on the trolley were used up.

Then the girl shouted towards the teaching building: Kamen-chan! I'm here to answer you!

I like you the most!

Kazuma opened his mouth in an O-shape. He never expected that this would be like the finale of Shirakawa Hotaru's storyline in Memories of Autumn 2.

So young?

Kazuma saw a boy rushing out of the teaching building like a rocket and heading straight for the girl jumping and shouting on the playground.

Behind the boy, a large number of people from the Student Union Executive Department came to cover him up with fire extinguishers.

Immediately afterwards, Kazuma saw several figures in girls' uniforms walking out of the teaching building, but he did not follow them, but stood at the door of the teaching building in a dominating manner.

From the size of the breasts, Kazuma boldly guessed that it was the new student council president Hinami Rina.

Nanjo and Mikako also squeezed into the same window frame with Kazuma to look at the playground, so when Kazuma lowered his head, he could see the outline of their pectoralis major muscles.

In a rough comparison, Kazuma has a slight advantage?

Mikako: You are so young. I'm afraid the girl will have to be suspended from school and reflect on it, right?

Before he finished speaking, the entire teaching building cheered.

Because the boy kissed the girl in public.

Nanjo: Now, they both have to stop school and reflect.

Isn't this a good idea? Let's take the opportunity to go on a date together. Mikako said in an envious tone, They are only in their second year of high school anyway, so they still have time to waste. Speaking of which, Honami, you wanted to instigate Okada-san to add a kissing scene before!

I was joking.

Really? I obviously think you are serious!

The two people were arguing across the distance from each other. Because of the need for conversation, they both turned their bodies to face each other.

Kazuma suddenly felt that the school uniform pants were a bit too small. After all, they were ordered when he was a freshman in high school. Even if there was room for growth at that time, they would not be completely enough.

The chairman of the committee occupied a window next to the three of them, looked at the noisy playground below, and muttered: Although it is expected that the air will be full of hormones tonight, this is too hormonal.

**

Hanabusa Takashi and Wakamiya Daisuke had just climbed over the school wall and were squatting behind the street trees planted by the wall.

Did you get the photo? The window of Class B in the third year!

Hanabusa Takashi completely ignored what was happening on the playground, focusing entirely on the classroom of Class B, Grade 3.

It was photographed, sandwiched between two pairs of steamed buns of this size. Although Kiryu Kazuma didn't do anything, readers will give him a complete picture. Wakamiya Daisuke pressed the shutter repeatedly.

Photojournalists like them are the type who desperately press the shutter button without saving any film. Only if they take a large enough number of photos can they find one or two particularly beautiful ones among the massive unused photos.

Hanabusa Takashi: It's not enough, not enough at all! We will definitely be able to capture more exciting scenes. Especially after twelve o'clock at night.

At that time, most students have gone to bed, and the teachers on night shift should go back to the office to drink. The time for young people has officially begun.

Wakamiya Daisuke smiled I understand as he listened.

Hanabusa Takashi continued: I have always felt that the summer school uniforms were designed to be so thin because they were deliberately designed to increase the fertility rate.

When I was studying, I saw the outlines of the underwear showing through the sweat-soaked clothes of the girls who came back from physical education class, and I couldn't control myself at all.

Daisuke Wakamiya couldn't help but stop filming and turned to look at his partner.

Hanabusa Takashi continued: I think sailor clothes are the best sexy costumes. In the nightclubs I often go to, this is the most popular cross-dressing. These high school girls wear this kind of clothes and hang out in the sun all day long. If nothing happens, How is that possible?”

Brother, this isn't the first time I think there's something wrong with you. Wakamiya Daisuke said it bluntly.

After all, we have been partners and friends for so many years.

Hanabusa Takashi snorted.

Now they are blocked by people putting out the fire on the playground and can only hide under the trees.

However, as Takashi Hanabusa said, waiting until 11 or 12 o'clock in the evening is the highlight of this sneaking in to collect information.

It doesn't matter where you lie down to pass the time now.

It's just that lying under the tree will reduce the mosquitoes in autumn.

Wakamiya Daisuke stopped playing with the camera and pressed hard on his neck. He was afraid that a big mosquito would kill him and his own blood would bleed on his hand.

**

That night, Kazuma reviewed most of the history test manual, and under the supervision of the chairman, he made a paper to see the scores that could be obtained at this stage.

Then he had a scene with Nanjo who was in costume for a while.

Except for leaving the classroom midway to deal with the fight between two boys, the chairman stared at Kazuma in the classroom the entire time.

Finally it was time to turn off the lights for the staycation.

The chairman began to instruct the remaining students to push aside their desks and chairs, roll up their bedding and spread it out on the ground.

Although overnight stays are allowed during the annual cultural festival, everyone in the class was still as excited as if they were staying overnight with their classmates for the first time.

Mikako packed up her bed and rolled into the classroom of Class B. Everyone seemed not to have seen her.

She rolled up the bedclothes next to Kazuma and said with a smile as she spread it, This is the first time I sleep with Kazuma.

Are you having any ambiguity?

It doesn't matter, no one will care about such details. Mikako said nonchalantly.

Nanjo: Didn't the kendo club stay together in the past?

I won't go, because since we joined the kendo club in high school, this is the first time we have entered the national tournament. Without the national tournament, there would be no intensive dormitory. After all, Kitagashi is a very poor public school, and there is no dormitory fund. It should be distributed to those associations that have entered the national convention.

Nanjo looked like he had learned something new, and nodded thoughtfully: That's right.

Chiyoko also made the bed, and then said to Nanjo: Nanjo-senpai and I have slept together several times. I even slept in the same room with Nanjo-senpai.

Yes. Nanjo nodded, When Chiyoko was in the first grade of junior high school, she would put on the quilt at night, and I would cover her up.

Chiyoko blushed.

Mikako: Chiyoko's first year in junior high school... isn't that when we were in our first year of high school? Have I lost since then?

No, although I met Kazuma a few times at that time, I didn't leave a deep impression on him. I just thought he was 'Chiyoko's brother', and I didn't even remember his face. However, I remember that Kazuma would become very shy when he saw me.

Nanjo paused and added: Most boys will become very shy when they see me.

I think they just don't know where to look, Kazuma jumped out to explain to the male compatriots, Just look at the face. If it's too beautiful, you'll be embarrassed. Lower your gaze, and you'll see something even more embarrassing. …”

Nanjo smiled happily.

Mikako touched herself: I'm not bad at all, am I?

Chiyoko: Mikako-senpai has a girl-next-door aura, the kind of girl-next-door who would come and hook up with boys, so the boys all regard her as your good brother.

Mikako curled her lips: Tch, what about the eggs?

She turned to look at Danzizi.

Following this question, everyone turned their heads.

The chairman of the committee was standing in front of the window, looking at the starry sky, thick-rimmed glasses in his hand.

She has a restrained charm when she takes off her glasses.

Kazuma: What's wrong?

It's nothing. The chairman shook his head, I just think the moonlight today is really beautiful.

Kazuma turned to look out the window, and sure enough he saw the full moon in the sky.

Speaking of which, when converted to the Chinese lunar calendar, this date is roughly equivalent to around the Mid-Autumn Festival on August 15th?

So it is normal to have such a round moon.

Kazuma looked at the full moon and was suddenly filled with homesickness.

As the Tang poem goes, raise your head to look at the bright moon and lower your head to miss your hometown.

Kazuma suddenly wanted to eat mooncakes.

If the memory of my parents in my previous life is correct, my father should have just met my mother on the women's basketball team in the factory basketball team at this time.

Kazuma suddenly wanted to cross the ocean to witness the romantic youth of his parents and see his own birth - he didn't know if this somewhat misplaced parallel time and space would give birth to him.

Kazuma also wanted to go back and see the boiler room in the factory compound and the carambola grove that he passed through when he went to fetch water with his father when he was a child.

He wants to see the end of the dual-track system and the withdrawal of meal tickets from the stage of history.

He wanted to go fishing with his father - during the time when ticket supply was just cancelled, you had to get up early to buy meat and fish, but most of the time you couldn't get it.

So Dad took the fishing rod, sang Nanniwan, and took the little horse to answer the call to make enough food and clothing by myself.

This situation did not gradually change until the vegetable basket project began.

Waves of memories surged over, and a deep sense of nostalgia hit Kazuma.

He wanted to go back and see the motherland that had just escaped from the catastrophe, the shabby hometown that was despised by many people, and her dirty face.

Kazuma stood in front of the window, looking up at the bright moon, and took out the harmonica.

He is already able to operate the harmonica skillfully. After all, he has practiced seriously for nearly a hundred days since he first learned it.

He put the harmonica to his lips and started playing I Love You China by Wangpi Pants without thinking.

Whenever I feel pain, I want you to hold me tight

Touch my soul like you always do

Whenever I'm confused, you give me a sense of warmth

Like someone's arm wrapped tightly around my shoulders

Sometimes I feel lonely and helpless like a pebble rolling down a hillside

But as long as I think of your name, I will always regain my confidence

Sometimes I lose my direction like a stray swallow in the sky

But as long as I think of your existence, I won’t feel afraid anymore

i love you chinese beloved mother

I cry for you and I'm proud of you

…

While blowing, there were too many snot and tears, and the tone of the harmonica changed. Kazuma could only put down the harmonica and wanted to wipe it.

The three girls immediately handed over their handkerchiefs, but Kazuma directly touched them boldly with the sleeves of his school uniform.

The only chairman who did not hand over a handkerchief asked: Who is this song for?

To mother. Kazuma replied without hesitation, my dear mother.

That's it. The chairman looked up at the moon. It's such a beautiful piece of music. You can feel the emotions. Your emotions will definitely be conveyed.

Kazuma also looked up at the sky.

In his previous life, he actually didn't like to go home and listen to his parents' nagging, and he didn't take the meaning of reunion of the Mid-Autumn Festival seriously.

Maybe it’s because in that era, the Internet eliminated distance.

In the Internet age, Kazuma has never experienced nostalgia.

Now he really experienced it.

Sure enough, even if the skin has been replaced, what beats under the chest is still a pure heart.

He Ma silently added one to his future goals: to return to China to have a look, even if he goes back as an international friend.