Sword Men's Guide to Re-Employment

Seeing Jimu Qingren leave, Nan Chuanyou looked at the sky and the surrounding environment, and walked towards Uncle Chuanping's real estate company with great reluctance.

Passing by a ramen shop, Nan Chuanyou thought about it, and packed it for one night to take away.

When Nan Chuan You, who was carrying ramen, knocked on the door, and looked at the old woman who was making noodles in the house, Nan Chuan You felt both speechless and relieved.

"Uncle Chuanping?"

"Huh?" The old lady in kimono snorted.

Not being attacked, Nanchuan Yu became more and more relaxed.

He tentatively stepped into the house, and respectfully offered ramen for one night to Uncle Chuanping in the old woman's shell.

The moment the ramen box was opened, the old woman finally raised her head, looked at Nanchuan Yu, and said lazily, "What do you want from me?"

"That's... you know about Honmaru, right?"

"uh-huh."

"Then you met the sword Fusangshen of Honmaru in Bingsheng? Would you attack?" Nanchuan Yu asked tentatively.

"Hmm..." The old woman raised her head, swallowed the last mouthful of noodles in the bowl, then put the ramen brought by Yuu Nanchuan in front of her, "Ah, it's that guy..."

"what?"

"I remembered, the purple-haired guy who came to the commercial street to buy a bunch of things before? His spiritual power was provided by you, right?" Uncle Chuanping comforted, "Don't worry, as long as you don't break into my store maliciously, ? I won't do it."

"So I was self-inflicted at that time?" Nanchuan Yu couldn't help but tease himself inexplicably.

"It's not that you haven't benefited. Well, don't disturb me eating noodles." The old woman waved her sleeves.

Hearing these words, Nan Chuanyou got up decisively, and hurriedly left the room.

If he didn't know that he was facing a master who could turn himself into a scum in seconds, Nan Chuan You would not be so nervous, but now, An Nan Chuan You only feels that he is under the same sky as the other party, and he will instinctively feel fear .

After getting rid of Uncle Chuanping's threat, Nanchuan Yu felt relieved.Seeing that the sky is blue, the grass is green, and the air is sober, even the photos of me on the street newsagents are much more pleasing to the eye.

and many more!

Nan Chuanyou's footsteps froze, his neck turned slowly, and he looked at a large poster hanging on a pillar on the newsstand opposite Uncle Chuanping's real estate company.

Why is there a picture of me on it? !

Nan Chuanyou moved over slowly with stiff feet, and saw the four characters "Sports Monthly" on the top of the poster.

Nanchuan Yu naturally knew this newspaper. Although it was called a comprehensive sports newspaper, it was aimed at young students from various schools.It is not ranked high in professional newspapers, but it is quite influential among students.

For example, when Lihai won two consecutive championships, they sent special reporters to interview.

At the same time, Nan Chuanyou also knew that this monthly magazine had also signed a contract with the organizing committee of the junior high school league, and the portrait rights of the students in their competitions could be used at will.

But this does not mean that Nanchuan Yu understands why he can appear on the cover.

Walking in and taking a look, Nan Chuanyou even heard a few little girls who bought newspapers and periodicals chirping and chatting.

"Wow, are all the brothers who play tennis so good-looking?"

"Hey, did you see, one of them is from our Bingsheng Middle School."

"Ahhhhh, I want to buy it just for the cover!"

For some reason, Nanchuan Yu always felt that before his swords made their debut with their faces, he was going to make his debut first.

Gathering his mind and erasing the unrealistic fantasies in his mind, Nan Chuanyou stretched out his hand to cover his face, and walked into the newsagent with his head down.

At the door, the girls' discussion continued.

"It's really handsome when you look at it up close. They're all in that delicate style. When you look at them together, hee hee."

"Keep your voice down, keep your voice down, don't expose yourself."

"Sports magazines, it won't be exposed."

"Ah, but look, this black-haired stat is a bit short."

Nanchuan Yu...

It felt like another arrow had been stabbed in the knee.

too difficult!

Go back and drink milk.

While thinking about it, Nanchuan Yu bought the "Sports Monthly" furtively as if he had bought some invisible book, and left the newsagent shop quickly.

Relying on his good physical strength, Nanchuan You ran out of the commercial street in one breath, then sat down on a seat provided for pedestrians to rest, and opened the magazine in his hand.

Sure enough, the first page was a photo of him and Yukimura Seiichi. Although the atmosphere in the photo was good, he and Yukimura Seiichi were both smiling, but...

why!

Nan Chuan Yu's gaze was involuntarily attracted by the huge words next to it: "Undercurrents are raging, the revenge of Li Hai's abandoned general."

Thinking with his toes, Nanchuan Yu knew that Li Hai's abandoned general was referring to himself.

Although he also knows that competitive sports like to do this, such as derby, such as revenge, but he and Li Haida don't have this kind of relationship at all?

But when he opened the title page, Nan Chuanyou saw an article written by a reporter about his tragic experience of a tennis genius and dark horse in the tennis world at Lihai University.

From not getting the trust of the head coach, not getting the chance to play, and not getting the approval of the team captain, he transferred to a tennis desert school in a fit of anger, Bingsheng Middle School.

With his unremitting efforts, he successfully relied on his strength to lead the tennis department of Bingsheng Middle School to achieve the best results since the school was founded.

However, he never forgot the humiliation at Li Haida, and he has issued a declaration of revenge against Li Haida at this moment.

The language is beautiful and the emotion is sincere, so that the audience who read this can't wait to pick up the racket and fight with him.

However, this has nothing to do with him, Nanchuan Yu.

Apart from his name and the fact that he joined the tennis club of Rikkai Yamato Namishi Middle School and became the head of the tennis club, nothing was true.

Nan Chuanyou has heard before that some unscrupulous western media will deliberately report some contradictions for the promotion of the event, so as to arouse the interest of the audience.

But what he didn't expect was that the Japanese journalists also learned this trick, and they actually took the words literally and wrote words by looking at the pictures.

Taking a deep breath and barely suppressing his anger, Nanchuan Yu turned the newspaper to the end, found the phone number of the magazine, and called it.

"Hello, this is "Sports Monthly", do you want to contribute?"

"No, I want to complain." Nan Chuan You said calmly, but his anger was deeply suppressed.

"Okay, let me record it." The customer service of the magazine who answered the phone was very gentle, "What do you want to complain about?"

"The title page of your latest issue of "Sports Monthly", which is the 113th issue, contains false reports about me and infringes on my personal right of reputation. Please stop selling this monthly magazine immediately and eliminate the abuse of adverse effect on me."

"Okay, I've recorded it, please leave some basic information here."

After Nanchuan Yu finished speaking his message, he hung up the phone after getting a reply within three working days.

The originally good mood turned into a bad mood because of a magazine, Nanchuan Yu could only take out the tennis racket from home, and found Tsunayoshi Sawada who was writing something in the Honmaru.

"Would you like to play a game of tennis?"

"Huh?" Sawada Tsunayoshi didn't stop, but slowly raised his head to look at Nanchuan Yu, "Are you in a bad mood?"

"Well, a little bit." Knowing that it's useless to conceal, Nanchuan Yu nodded honestly.

Patting the seat beside him, Tsunakichi Sawada said softly, "Why don't you tell me if you have any difficulties?"

Sitting next to Sawada Tsunayoshi, turning his head to look at the side face of the young man beside him, Nanchuan Yu's mood was indeed much calmer, as if through him, he could see his own Azuna fighting in that world.

"Don't use your hobbies as a tool to vent your emotions."

Sensing Nanchuan Yu's calm down, Sawada Tsunayoshi also put down the pen in his hand, and reached out to touch the top of Nanchuan Yu's head.

"And don't punish yourself with the mistakes of others."

"You're right." Nan Chuan You took a deep breath and closed his eyes.When his eyes opened, his eyes calmed down.

"Good job, little guy." Tsunayoshi Sawada watched Nanchuan Yu calm down completely, and then handed the notebook in his hand to Nanchuan Yu.

"What is this?" Nanchuan Yu took it blankly. Although he did see what Sawada Tsunayoshi had been writing, he didn't pay much attention to it. "Well, this is about some plans for your company in the future. I don't know the specific details. Maybe you need to fill them in."

Nan Chuanyou froze for a moment, then opened the notebook in his hand.

Sawada Tsunayoshi's handwriting is completely different from that of Azuna, but what he wrote stroke by stroke, some things that Nanchuan Yu needs to pay attention to and needs to prepare in advance are very clear.

"Thank you." Nan Chuanyou was stunned for a moment, misty mist seemed to appear in his eyes, his heart was sore and soft, and his voice was choked with sobs.

"It's okay, it's just a little reward for me taking your friend..."

Facing the adult version of A Gang's gentle and tolerant eyes, Nan Chuan Yu was instantly overwhelmed.

He threw himself into Sawada Tsunayoshi's arms, crying bitterly.

"I miss you all so much. If only I could go to the future with you."

"I don't want to be here, I don't want to worry every day if they get hurt, I don't want to think about the possibility that they won't come back."

"I hate fighting, and I hate you for dragging them into danger."

"But, but you are also Ganga... If there is a choice, I know that Ganga will never let his companion feel sad."

Tears wet the black fabric of the cloak, Sawada Tsunayoshi just patted Nanchuan Yu's back lightly, the young man's body trembled slightly.

"I promise, they'll be back."

Sawada Tsunayoshi didn't say sorry, because he knew Nanchuan Yu didn't need it.

"Really?"

"must!"

Nanchuan Yu was lying in Sawada Tsunayoshi's arms, and a completely released cry consumed too much of Nanchuan Yu's physical strength and energy.

When he realized what he had done, he froze.

"Am I ashamed?" Nanchuan Yu murmured in a low voice after straightening his back, getting up from Sawada Tsunayoshi's arms, and laying down on the table again, not daring to see anyone.

"No." Sawada Tsunayoshi's tone was soft, "You are still a child, would you mind talking to me? It's about you, and me in this world."