Sword Men's Guide to Re-Employment

midterm?

what is that?

Zhong Yuanzhong also smiled awkwardly. He was not good at lying, so he could only look around, and vaguely said, "This,? There is no way."

"That's right. Transferring schools? It's quite troublesome."

"Yes, yes."

Thinking of the documents that Mori Ogai directly stuffed, Nakahara nodded insincerely.A topic that I thought would be over after just a few sentences. Unexpectedly, this child with black hair and black eyes seemed to have found a partner to pass the boring time during the long journey, and chatted with him enthusiastically.

"Hey, have you rented your house in Bingsheng yet?"

"Ah."

"Are you here alone?"

"Um"

"You live alone, too."

"yes"

……

The unnutritious dialogue and perfunctory attitude did not defeat Nanchuan You's enthusiasm for chatting,? He chatted casually with Zhongya Zhongya who had just met,? Did he not understand the reluctance shown by the other party?

Of course not,? It's just that the expression of impatient but secretly patient expression on the opposite side of the young man is so interesting.

"By the way, I'm in Class Two (A) of Bingsheng Middle School, student Zhongyuan, which class did you transfer to?"

Zhong Yuanzhong was also silent. Not only did he not know which class he was in, he also didn't know which grade he was in.

By the way, how many grades are there in junior middle school?

Why is this person so talkative?

Didn't you say that Tokyo people are indifferent?

"Hm,? Probably." Zhongyuan Zhong also felt that the tram had come to a complete stop, and rushed off the car as soon as he took a step.

Looking at the orange-haired boy fleeing in a panic, Nan Chuanyou couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Xiao Yu, what are you laughing at?" In front of the platform at the station, Tsunayoshi Sawada saw Nanchuan Yu getting off the train with a smile on his face, knowing that it might be that Nanchuan Yu's friend's illness was not so important, so he couldn't help but also smiled.

"It's nothing, I met an interesting classmate." Nanchuan Yu smiled with eyes full, "Gang, thank you for Dr. Martial's matter."

"Hey, thank you for what." Tsunayoshi Sawada scratched his hair with a puzzled expression on his face.Then, as if recalling something, he suddenly became aggrieved.

"By the way, speaking of it, Li Baoen told me that you went to see Dr. Shamar by yourself yesterday, obviously I can..."

"Hush." ​​Nanchuan Yu compared his index fingers. He could only hear the meaning of Sawada Tsunayoshi from his tone, and he could only lower his voice and say to Sawada Tsunayoshi, "If it is Azuna, I will definitely ask you directly. But Dr. Shamar is not Gang."

"But, if I go..." Tsunayoshi Sawada was still full of dissatisfaction.

The little expression was too cute, Nanchuan Yu reached out and rubbed Sawada Tsunayoshi's messy hair.

"Ah Gang, do you know that the most difficult thing in the world is to repay favors." Nan Chuan said with a smile, "That's why I can't use Ah Gang's face to do it."

"It looks so troublesome."

"Well, you just have to know I'm right."

Not wanting to ignore Nanchuan Yu's proud expression, Sawada Tsunayoshi changed the subject, "By the way, the interesting classmate you're talking about isn't the guy in the black windbreaker and top hat."

"Yeah, it's said that he's a transfer student, his name is Nakahara Chuya."

Sawada Tsunayoshi carefully recalled the feeling when he passed by that person just now, with a more serious expression, "Xiao Yu, stay away from him, I feel a little bad."

"What's the matter?" Nanchuan Yu naturally trusted Sawada Tsunayoshi's feeling very much, but he was a little curious about the transfer student.

"His aura is a bit like a black/hand/party." Tsunayoshi Sawada frowned slightly, "Why is it getting more and more chaotic recently? It really feels like a storm is coming."

Hearing what Sawada Tsunayoshi said, Nanchuan Yu was slightly taken aback, then he stretched out his hand and smoothed Sawada Tsunayoshi's slightly frowning brows with a smile.

The sun poured down from the sky, and the two stood under the sun, with one fingertip touching the other's brow, everything was as beautiful as a picture scroll.

"Gang, you haven't smiled a lot recently, is it because you're under too much pressure?" Nan Chuanyou murmured, the two of them were very close, their breathing temperature intertwined, "It's useless to worry, just solve problems when you encounter them. "

"However, if you don't think about it first..."

"Stupid Ganga." Nanchuan Yu curled up his fingers and gave Sawada Tsunayoshi a headache. Looking at the headache-ridden Tsunayoshi Sawada, he couldn't help laughing, "Do what you are good at, and do what you are not good at. Handing it over to others is cooperation.”

"What a leader wants is not all-round talent, but the ability to know people and make good use of them."

"Xiao Yu, you know a lot." Sawada Tsunayoshi looked at Nanchuan Yu thoughtfully.

"That's right." Nanchuan Yu nodded seriously, "I'm the world's number one theoretical player."

Hearing Nanchuan Yu's words, Sawada Tsunayoshi couldn't help laughing, "So you were just joking?"

"Ha ha ha ha."

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Nanchuan Yu originally thought that although he might become an alumnus, it would not be a short time before he could meet Nakahara Chuya again, but unexpectedly, before class in the afternoon, the teacher brought in a transfer student.

A black windbreaker, a black top hat, and a boy with short orange hair stood in front of the classroom, meeting Nanchuan Yu's eyes.

"Hi~" Nan Chuan waved his hand.

Zhong Yuanzhong was also expressionless.

At this time, when Nakahara Chuya was fully looked at from the front, Nanchuan Yu felt that the guess that A Gang said might indeed be true.After all, in the weather that is almost July, I still wear a long windbreaker and gloves...

This is more like the black/hand/party than the disciplinary committee.

At least Senior Skylark was only wearing his school uniform jacket recently, and he had already changed into a short-sleeved shirt.

Standing in the classroom, facing dozens of pairs of clean and pure eyes with only curiosity but no darkness in their eyes, Zhong Yuanzhong also has complicated moods and doubts about life for a while.

"Why should I come to school? If it's a scouting mission, wouldn't it be good to sneak in?"

After making a simple self-introduction with only his name, Nakahara Nakaya calmly walked off the stage and sat in the seat assigned to him.

The homeroom teacher stood on the podium with a bright smile, "Well, although there is another transfer student in our class, the tasks for this afternoon are the same as before."

"Everyone move the table, clean the toilet, and then from tomorrow, we will start the two-day exam. Everyone is not happy~"

"No ~ happy ~ heart."

The students spoke in unison, and then burst out laughing.

Nakahara Zhong also sat in the back row of the classroom with a grin, listening to the joyous laughter surrounded by him, with a blank expression on his face.

Human sorrows and joys are not interlinked.

Central Plains only felt that everyone was noisy.

"Okay." The young homeroom teacher smiled and waved his arms, "Stop swiping treasures, let's move~"

After the teacher left, the classroom suddenly became noisy.Zhong Yuanzhong also seemed a little at a loss, and his performance fell into the eyes of a few boys with unfriendly expressions.

For this kind of good-looking transfer students who are still hanging on the stage, there will always be veterans in the class who want to kill each other's spirit, and teach the newcomers how to behave in the class.

Nan Chuan You also met him before, but he resolutely rebelled against teaching him to be a man. So far, those classmates dare not raise their heads in front of Nan Chuan You.

Several people looked at each other, and walked towards Zhongye's position tacitly.

Zhong Yuanzhong didn't ignore the maliciousness, but the maliciousness of a few ordinary students was like a drop of blood in the sea to him. Even if the shark could feel it thousands of meters away, he didn't care.

"Beep." Chuya Zhongya's cell phone rang twice, which was the notification tone of the email.

This mobile phone is an internal mobile phone of the port Mafia, and there are not many people who can send him emails, and only a few high-level people.

Do you want me to go back?

The Central Plains also guessed.

After all, the conflict between Mafia and Mimic in the port has intensified, and he, who is the most powerful fighter, was actually sent out as an undercover agent at this juncture. This is very strange no matter how you look at it...

"Hahahahahaha, Zhongye~ I heard that you are going to take the exam. You are so lucky~ I wish you a decent grade in the first exam in your life, such as zero eggs or something."

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Sure enough, you cheated me again!

Nakahara Chuya's thoughts were interrupted instantly, only the insolent laughter of a certain hateful mackerel echoed in his mind, and his anger surged up instantly.

"Crack." A red light flashed, and the mobile phone specially customized by the port Mafia in Zhongya Zhongya's hand turned into debris under the action of gravity.

There was a sudden silence in the classroom. Several students who had come at a pace of disapproval saw this situation, exchanged eyes quietly, and shrank back obediently.

What's going on with these newcomers lately?

With such a high quality and such a violent temper, how can you let the old fritters mess around.

Zhong Yuanzhong didn't know the complicated thoughts of these students. After smashing a mobile phone, his mood finally improved a lot. He also followed the example of other students in Class [-] (A) to tidy up the classroom, and then followed happily after school classmates go home together.

Oh, Zhongyuan Zhong also lived in the top hotel given by his subordinates.

Although the leader Mori Ogai once again vetoed Chuya Nakahara's plan to return to Yokohama, but fortunately the red wine in the hotel soothed his mood.

He respected Mori Ogai very much, but he still didn't understand why he had to enter this school. Could it be that there would be mafia/hand/party in the school, and it wasn't a school specially set up in Europe for cultivating mafia/hand/party.

Time passed by, and Zhongyuan Zhong also came out of the classroom with a blue face.

To be honest, as a cadre of the port Mafia, his knowledge is narrow at all, and even far surpasses some experts and scholars in some directions, but... basically does not overlap with the needs of junior high school students for the exam.

Leaving the classroom, Zhong Yuanzhong also heard crying from the class, saying that if he fails the exam, he will be punished to death by the devil tutor.

This peaceful environment reminded him of himself who lived on Leibo Street and fought desperately for a bite of food.

Zhongyuan Zhong also felt a little complicated.

"Forget it, it's all the fault of that dead mackerel, let's go back and beat him up." Zhongyuan Zhong also shook his head, and stopped his wild thinking.

The author has something to say: Well, Osamu Dazai defected after returning.

My car was blown up.

My favorite in Wenye is Chuya, but he is too powerful, and basically all the battles are banned.In the theatrical version, Zhong also complained that he was a bitch.

Then I calculated the timeline by myself, the War of the Rings lasted about [-] days, plus Wenye’s mimic event, plus Wang Wang’s setting and original events... It’s so difficult to write an article.

With the new year and new weather, I have finished all the previous articles and opened a new chapter.

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