[SD] Logic of Wild Dogs

"Eating hot pot in summer, Harada, you are still so weird." Asano took off his glasses whitened by the heat, and said lightly.

"Haha, I need an extra heat source to eat with an iceberg like yours." Harada smiled indifferently, raised his hand to fill up the sake, "Try this, the broken wave of Okinawa, it's very authentic!"

"Eating hot pot, drinking broken waves...it's really neither fish nor fowl." Asano complained coldly, and took a sip lightly.

"How is the photography club? You seem to be in a good mood." Harada took a chopstick of beef and dipped it in the sauce.

As the cups clashed crisply, Asano toasted to each other: "Well, we finally have a regular new member, and now the number of members is five."

"Not bad! There were only nine members in the photography club at its peak." Harada smiled and drank the wine in his glass.

"Harada." Asano put down the wine glass in his hand and looked up, "If you have anything to say, you can just say it straight. You know I am the most impatient to make detours."

"Tsk tsk, what a boring guy." Harada grinned, "The girl you pushed me is called Nanami Xue, right?"

Asano just raised his eyebrows with an expression of 'nonsense, I don't bother to talk to you'.

Harada continued to circle around indifferently: "It is said that you asked her to improve her grades, so that she can go back to promote feudal superstitions—'worship Qihai without failing a subject'...what?"

"The next step is to publicize that joining the photography club can get Qihai's all-subject notes and personally guide homework..." Asano replied half-truthfully.

"Heh...you do this to me too." Harada smiled and shrugged, "Next time, please make up a more serious excuse, at least I can barely believe it if I work hard."

Asano pouted and turned his head to look out the window, making it clear that he didn't want to speak.

Harada sighed softly: "Shoubei's final exam results should come out, right?"

"Well, all the papers have just been approved." Asano replied lightly.

"Qihai, this kid, should be number one in your department, right?"

"The grade list has not been finished yet."

"That's not too far away."

Asano looked at Harada sideways: "The exams for all subjects in the cram school...the results are also arranged?"

"Yeah." Harada nodded briskly, and passed a folder sideways, "I think you'd better read it yourself."

Asano put on his glasses and browsed through the ten lines at a glance. It took a long time before he put down the form in his hand, pushed his glasses, and did not speak.

"Your Xiangbei's deviation value is only 55, right? It's not bad in public colleges." Harada's expression became serious, "But you can also see that the child's grades... are not inferior even in top schools. .”

Asano bowed his head and took a sip of Suibo.

"This... I think you should check it out too." Harada handed over a form, "This is the child's college admission."

"The Faculty of Medicine, University of Tokyo..." Asano read with his eyes down.

"Ah." Harada nodded, staring erratically at Asano's expressionless face, "With her grades, Tokyo University is not impossible."

"What exactly do you want to say?" Asano put away the form and said.

"You clearly know it well... Although I don't know why Asano you gave me this child, but the reason why the club recruits new students is too ridiculous. That child is different from me, she is not the kind of outstanding academics , After graduating from a prestigious school, return to school and be a teacher. It’s not the type of you who is obsessed with yourself and will do anything for a photography agency.” Harada poured another glass of wine, “This kid, although not smart, But she is quite willing to work hard... I can see that she is the type who will go straight forward once she has a goal. That guy...is a rough jade."

"Of course I know." Asano suddenly smiled, "It was Senior Kitamura who asked me to take her with her when she was promoted."

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[Asano, I have a student who I hope you can bring. 】During the spring break, Kitamura suddenly knocked on the door of Asano's apartment, and said right away.

[Although she is a troublesome guy who doesn't know anything yet, she is a good girl. 】Asano still remembers the smile on Kitamura's face at that time, 【As long as someone gives a little bit of polishing, he will be a very good kid. 】

【Senior Kitamura...】 Asano remembered that he just frowned with a headache, 【You know I'm the worst at dealing with such troublesome students. 】

[She joined the photography club.In the next semester, I assigned her to Class [-], Grade [-]. 】 Kitamura looked at Asano seriously, 【Please! 】

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"I was so troubled by Senior Kitamura, but I still became her class teacher." Asano frowned and complained, "I didn't resist doing what I told her. Just make up an excuse, and you will be silly I believe it. He is really a rather boring guy. He always looks envious of his dreams and goals. The confused expression also looks quite annoying..."

"Hey... You didn't throw her to me because of this, did you?" Harada suddenly widened his eyes.

"What's the matter? Didn't I give you all the tutoring fees? Anyway, you are open for business. One more student is not too much, and one less student is not too much." Asano pushed his glasses, "My style is not suitable for being too much with students. Getting too close, psychological counseling and the like are the domain of Senior Kitamura..."

"Hey! Could it be...?"

Seeing Harada's unbelievable expression, Asano sped up his speech impatiently: "Ah, really! If you don't have a dream, just set the most mediocre goal recently! If you are not smart enough, work hard for me! You are greedy for quick success Isn’t the style just right for her type? It’s a gem in the first place, but it’s just a lack of tempering. Then throw her into the assembly line and continue to polish it! A lot of practice and knowledge instilling, even if you improve quickly, you can grow up quickly in a short period of time Bar?"

After picking up a few more chopsticks, Asano said nonchalantly, "Isn't it good now? The effect? ​​The photography club also has a new member, killing two birds with one stone."

"It's really... As expected of you, Asano..." Harada originally wanted to persuade Asano to give up the naive "society recruiting plan", so that Qihai would not be restrained, and truly run towards her goal.In the end, I didn't expect that I was swayed by Asano from the beginning to the end.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt frustrated, so he could only smile wryly and shook his head: "I knew...Compared to teachers like you and Beicun, I'm really just a businessman."

"Aren't you satisfied with sending two live advertisements for your cram school that you might be admitted to Tokyo University?" Asano simply rolled his eyes, "You pay the bill today, businessman."

Harada slapped the table angrily: "Don't bully the businessman, hey!"

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A small theater of past life and present life with convulsions ①:

The last years of the shogunate.

Early summer in June.

It rained for a day and a night, and the accumulated water in the mountains merged into a torrent and washed out deep ravines in the low-lying places.Qihaixue pressed the brim of the hat, and clogs walked briskly on the muddy mountain road.

When the rain is light, go to the place where the trap is laid to check. It will be bad if the prey is drowned by the stagnant water.

Carefully pushed aside the low bushes, there was no prey where the trap was placed, only a tall man fell on the ground.

With a sword at her waist, Qi Haixue made a silent judgment, is it a samurai or a ronin?Although the whole body was drenched and covered with mud and sand, the tattered material on his body was indeed the best Songjiang cloth.It seems that he is a down-and-out samurai-sama...

Qi Haixue carefully squatted down to probe, the pulse was beating very powerfully at the man's icy wrist.

There was no internal injury, and it seemed that he could be saved.

After thinking about it for a second, Qi Haixue pulled up the man with all her strength, and moved it to the depths of the forest with her shoulders.

……

"Vanity of vanity, vanity of vanity, says the Preacher. All is vanity.

What is the profit of all a man's toil, even his toil under the sun?

One generation passes, and another generation comes.but the earth endures forever.

The sun rose, and the sun set, and hastened to the place from which it came. "

When Mitsui Shou woke up, the girl's soft voice of reading came from his ears.

"Where is this place?"

The pleasant recitation stopped abruptly, the sound of small footsteps approached, and the face of a country girl appeared in the field of vision.With wheat-colored skin, big and dark eyes, thick and straight eyebrows, he looks awkward and simple.

The girl reached out and touched the side of Mitsui's neck: "My name is Axue, I picked you up from the mountain over there, this is my home."

"Why am I here...ahem!" Mitsui's throat was blocked.Coughed violently.

"Don't talk yet." The girl named Axue grabbed Mitsui's wrist and checked the pulse quietly for a while, "You were hit hard on the back of the head, you lost blood and suffered from cold, and the high fever persisted, you almost died gone."

"I... can't remember..." The cough just now made Mitsui's head buzz, he turned his head and pulled the corner of his mouth, then hissed in pain.

"Don't move around, someone cut your chin, and I sewed you three stitches." The girl stuffed Mitsui's wrist back into the quilt, and wrung out a cloth towel from the copper basin next to the shop, lowered her eyes to Mitsui replaced.

Three stitches...?Mitsui Shou looked into the girl's calm eyes: "Do you know Western medicine?"

The girl glanced at Mitsui quickly: "Yes."

"Lie down well, don't move around." The girl named Axue simply confessed, got up, lifted the curtain and walked out with the basin.

Mitsui raised his hand to touch the cold cloth towel on his forehead, turned his head and saw his samurai sword on the low table, the yukata on his body had a smell of box dowry, but the sleeves and front were clean.

The low beams and thatch on the top show the poverty of the owner, and the furnishings in the house seem to be ordinary peasant houses, but the girl who knows western medicine makes all this look weird and weird.

"There is a time for everything, and there is a time for everything under heaven. A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pull up what is planted; a time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to tear down, and a time to build; a time to weep, a time to laugh; a time to mourn ..." The voice of chanting came from afar again.

Mitsui closed his eyes again drowsily.

That's right, what she recited was the contents of the "Book of Evangelist"... Is it the remnant of Amakusa Shiro, the legendary one who lived in the countryside?

Qi Haixue finished reciting a passage, and devoutly smoothed the scroll back into the box.The wind blew through her hair, and the girl looked out of the window. In the middle of the courtyard surrounded by fences, a man's clothes were hanging to dry.

"That person... is Mitsui Hisashi..." She sighed softly, looking down at the flame-shaped emblem in her hand, "I can't recognize it at all..."

Nanami Xue met Mitsui Shou for the first time in late autumn two years ago.At that time, the Mitsui family was still the biggest landlord in the Musashi Kingdom, and the 15-year-old Mitsui Shou was the son of the Mitsui Oede family, a young master who did not know the sufferings of the world and was occasionally kind.

It was raining autumn that day, and 13-year-old Nanami Xue was standing outside the stone wall of Mitsui's house, wearing only unlined clothing.

The younger brother Dong Si developed a high fever and mentioned that he wanted to eat persimmons while in a coma.And here is the only place where Qi Haixue can get persimmons

Qi Haixue looked up at the persimmon tree sticking out of the wall, with dark green branches and leaves, and orange, yellow and orange persimmons hanging all over the branches... She rubbed her numb hands, took off her wooden clogs and began to climb the tree.

"Hey! Look, there seems to be someone in the tree over there?"

"What? An assassin?!"

The patrolling ronin shouted in alarm.

Qi Haixue quickly stuffed the persimmon into the chest of the kimono, turned around and jumped into the yard next to her.

"Who are you?" The young master of the Mitsui family stood under the eaves with his hands clasped, looking over with curious eyes.

"Hush!" Qi Haixue made a soft gesture.

Master Mitsui pointed to the cabinet behind him kindly: "You can hide there, it's empty."

Nanami Xue looked at Mitsui in surprise, and quickly got into the box without saying a word.

The heartbeat sounded like a beating drum, and the black lacquered box was filled with the smell of camphor wood. Qi Haixue touched the persimmon in her arms, and there was a gleam of joy in her heart.

"Master Ah Shou! Did you see any suspicious people?"

"No, I'm practicing sword, don't disturb me."

"Yes, my subordinates retire."

The sound of footsteps went away chaotically.

The box was lifted from the outside, Master Mitsui smiled and stretched out his hand: "It's all right, you can come out now."

"..." Qi Haixue avoids Mitsui's hand, and climbs out by herself, "Why do you help me?"

"Huh? You are not a bad person, are you? You just want to pick persimmons." Mitsui looked at Nanami Xue with some surprise, "I saw you picking persimmons from a tree. Are you hungry? There is also a plate of pastries here ,For you to eat."

The snow-white ball pastry exudes an irresistible aroma.

Qi Haixue swallowed secretly, reached out to take the tray in Mitsui's hand, and said in a low voice, "Thank you."

"You don't need to be too polite, just eat quickly." Mitsui smiled kindly.

"I...I want to take it home for my brother to eat." Qihai looked up at Mitsui and explained clumsily, "Brother, I'm sick. I want to eat persimmons..."

"Ah...uh." Mitsui nodded blankly, "There is a dog hole behind the bushes in the corner... Keke, you can get out from there."

After saying this, Master Mitsui seemed a little embarrassed, he waved his hand impatiently: "I still need to practice swinging a knife, so go away!"

Qihai held the dim sum in her arms tightly, and took a long look at Mitsui Shou.She silently bowed slightly, pushed aside the bushes in the corner, and disappeared.

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"It's been three years, counting since then." Qihai looked up, and saw that the dark green branches and leaves of the persimmon tree were flourishing, "It's been three years since the Mitsui family was destroyed..."

The author has something to say: Asano, Kitamura and Harada, each grade teacher has their own considerations, Xiao Qihai's parents are not around, but there is no shortage of elders' love.

I don’t know if you like to watch the small theater of past life and present life, but recently Calvin, the brain hole of the ruthless and ruthless small theater is really beyond my imagination... QAQ

The next chapter is the Xiangbei Failed Legion, so stay tuned!

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