I am practicing in Tokyo

Chapter 1 The Beginning

April is the season of cherry blossoms. The cherry blossoms in Tokyo fall later than those in Kyoto. Fujii is riding a brand-new bicycle and sliding down the slope. His technique is good and he can maintain balance even if he lets go of his hands.

Although there are no logos on the white school uniform shirt and black suit jacket, residents in the Hachioji urban area all know that they are the uniforms of Hachioji High School, a high school with a good deviation value, and his only remaining relative, his uncle.

Takuma Amami suggested the school he should choose when transferring.

The scattered cherry blossoms have a different flavor than the scenery I saw in China in my previous life. Fujii has occupied the body of this outstanding young man for three years. His parents died in a car accident before that, leaving him in the second grade of middle school.

He was raised by his mother's brother because his father was an orphan and he had no other relatives. What a convenient persona.

Name; Fujii itsuki/fujii itsuki

Age; 17/26

Strength; 1.11 (average for adult males is 1)

Physique;1.07

Agility; 1.15

Intelligence; 1.26

Charm; 1.31

Free attribute points; 0.07

Skill;

Painting; LV3/35%

Literature; LV3/94%

Driving; LV2/67%

Cooking skills; LV3/21%

Judo; LV2/11%

Skills below LV2 have no free attribute point bonus or are too few, so they are not counted.

His golden finger, a standard benefit for thousands of time travellers, can be displayed in the retina as long as he calls for assistance in his heart, and only he can see it.

As long as he does professional matters related to proficiency, Fujii can improve his free attribute points. In the process, he will also be rewarded with a small amount of unallocated attribute points to improve his physical quality.

His painting skills were developed thanks to his uncle who was a painter in the house. It was also the opportunity for him to discover his golden finger half a year ago.

"Tree, the construction period is too late, can you come and paint it?" asked the voice.

"Shu, building is such a waste of time. Let me teach you. You can draw some for me yourself, please!" He clasped his hands together.

"Shu, I've finished the line draft. Give it to me next week." Arrange the tasks confidently.

Later, his uncle even wanted to let him draw and come up with the plot himself, but Fujii rejected it flatly. Now Fujii will help him occasionally for the sake of Fukuzawa Yukichi (pictured on the island country's ten-thousand-yen banknote).

I will no longer work as a free laborer.

At the end of the ramp, there is a straight road, passing the gate of Hachioji High School. Today is the second week of the first semester. He is transferring to another school at this time. He does not need to attend the meeting to welcome new students. Good!

"Yoko, look at this handsome guy!"

"Where is it? Really! Ah, so handsome!"

A high school student in the same attire on the roadside was pointing fingers at Fujii. He was used to this. Originally, the charm of this body was around 1.25. After he increased it to 1.31, his appearance has reached that of the person with the same name in the movie "Love Letter".

, that young man who could quietly read a book behind the white gauze curtains was raised, it would not be an exaggeration to say that he was one in a million.

Park the bicycle under the plastic canopy in the school. The ratio of bicycles to electric mopeds or motorcycles is close to one to three. Perhaps it is related to the hilly terrain of Hachioji City. Climbing up and down slopes is a bit difficult for boys, let alone girls with weak bodies.

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He found the high school teacher's office, where several teachers were sitting. Among them, the young female teacher in the corner was arranging lesson plans. She was Miyagi Wakika, whom he had met a few days ago. She was the acting head teacher and Mandarin teacher of Class 3, high school.

He graduated from the Literature Department of Imperial University and was able to act as class teacher within two years of his tenure, which is rare in an island country that pays attention to academic advancement.

"Excuse me, I'm Fujii who just transferred here. Is Mr. Miyagi here?"

Knocking on the door politely, all the teachers in the office turned to look. The early morning sun shone on the boy who was 1.75 meters tall. His skin was as white as jade, his eyebrows were delicate, and his long neck was connected to his pointed chin, giving him a natural and peaceful look.

The temperament breaks into the heart of the viewer.

His body is a bit thin and his shoulders are slightly narrow. His fingers when knocking are resting on the door. The pads of his slender fingertips show a healthy red color. His face always has a calm and gentle look, like the beautiful boy in the painting. In his dream

The white prince.

"Hi! Good morning, Fujii-san." Teacher Miyagi, who was wearing a beige Western suit, stood up and picked up the lesson plan. After being stunned for a moment, he lowered his head and led Fujii to the classroom.

"What an exaggeration!"

"A beautiful boy? Are you a Johnny's artist?"

"Just like the male protagonist in the TV series, has he had plastic surgery?"

"Teacher Ueno, don't speak ill of others behind their backs! This behavior is prohibited!"

The office that had been silent just now was filled with discussions among the teachers. Most of the male teachers were jealous and suspicious, while the female teachers were much more excited.

An older, bald, middle-aged man supported his chin with his hands and stared at the commotion in the office through his white-glowing glasses. A gust of wind blew through a few strands of hair on his head. He opened the drawer and put on his wig as a

A math teacher, he has always been extremely calm and would not gossip with those young people.

The door number of Class 2 and Class 3 was right in front of him. Teacher Miyagi went in first and said a few words to the students inside, and then said to Fujii who was waiting outside.

"Please come in, Fujii-san."

He nodded, carried a schoolbag on his shoulder, walked to the podium, bowed, and introduced himself.

"Hello everyone, my name is Fujii Shu. I transferred to our school from a high school in Kyoto. Please give me your advice!"

Before he could pick up the chalk and write his name in Chinese characters on the blackboard, the students below started whispering.

"Fujii Tree? Is it the Fujii Tree from the love letter?"

"Really or not? Is this a TV station's prank show? It must be an artist who is not yet famous!"

"Quiet!" Mr. Miyagi shouted to suppress the discussion in the classroom. Fujii wrote his name in neat handwriting and was assigned to the third-to-last seat by the window in the classroom. That was an empty seat that had been prepared for him in advance.

The students did not find hidden cameras in the classroom, and there were no staff with cameras in the corridors. They gradually accepted the fact that Fujii was an ordinary classmate. The first class today was Mandarin, and their second and third classes were specialized in liberal arts.

For key classes, the average deviation value is around 70.

"Everyone, turn the book to page five. Last time we talked about..."

Miyagi Wakika's pronunciation is very standard, and she can almost be an announcer. She can be the acting head teacher and main teacher at Hachioji High School. Her teaching level is not inferior to other teachers just because she is young. This is probably the reason.

A genius among teachers.

After class, Fujii's desk was filled with girls holding cell phones, chattering a bit noisily.

"Fujii-kun, can you please add LINE?"

"Fujii-kun, do you have a girlfriend?"

"Fujii-kun, what kind of sports do you usually like? We can go and cheer you up."

Adding the LINEs of these girls one by one, Fujii's social avatar is a small tree half a person tall, and his ID name is also a very ordinary "Yike". As for what kind of sports he likes, he looked out the window and was about to start sports.

The male student who was playing football in class said it casually.

"Football, but my level is very low and I might disappoint everyone."

On the other side of the classroom, Tatsuya Suhara of the school football team, after hearing the term in his mouth, a flash of disdain flashed across his face. Before Fujii Shu arrived, the most popular boy in the class was naturally the main player of the school football team.

, he has a strong body.

Now, his powerful enemy has appeared, and he actually wants to challenge him on the strength that he is most proud of.

The day's classes end quickly. After school at three or four o'clock in the afternoon, island students in high school either go to cram schools for further study or participate in club activities. They are stay-at-home people who are unwilling to do anything. If they are average in other aspects,

You may even be ostracized and isolated.

Fujii chose to be a stay-at-home guy. Under the reluctant eyes of the girls, he rode his bicycle and drifted away. It seemed that he was not lucky enough to be isolated.

"Hoo ho!"

It was somewhat laborious to pedal up the high slope. Six months before the golden finger was activated, Fujii was a sickly young boy with only 0.6 to 0.7 in various physical indicators. His heart aged faster than ordinary people. If it weren't for the free attribute points of the golden finger,

After reaching a certain point, it can be added to the life span. Now he only has three years left in his life, instead of nine years.

On the way home, I saw a sports goods store on the roadside. In the window facing the street, there was a string of black and white checkered footballs hanging in a net.

"One thousand four hundred yen?"

He stopped in front of the display window, saw the special price tag clearly, and pushed the door in. The store manager inside was an artistic man with long flowing hair. In addition to sporting goods, the store also sold various guitars and basses.

"Is it possible to pay online via Wanshitong?"

Fujii pointed at the special-price football. The bottom one was a little yellowish in color.

"Of course, one thousand four hundred yen a piece, thank you for your patronage."

"I want the bottom one, one thousand yen."

Fujii started to bargain, and the artistic and masculine store manager glanced at the almost forgotten ball, hesitated for a moment, and then nodded in agreement.

"Ding ding dong!"

The wind chime at the door of the store swung again, and Fujii took the football in the net bag with satisfaction, put it into the woven basket in front of the car, and rode back to his home in Kitanodai Town, Hachioji City, Tokyo.

His house is a three-story house with a single-story area of ​​100 square meters. There is a well-kept garden in the front yard and a large open space in the back yard. There is a cherry blossom tree planted in the center, and the main trunk is already adult.

Thigh-thick, pink cherry blossoms fluttering and falling into the soil, which is in line with the island people's unique aesthetic sense of beauty arising from sorrow.

Untying the football in his net bag, he had never been exposed to this kind of sport. He tried to imitate the players on TV and bumped the ball with his right foot. The light ball was thrown high. When it was about to fall to the ground, it was hit by the left

He tapped his foot, lost his balance, and fell to the side.

"Football: LV1/1%, gain 0.01 free attributes."

As expected, Fujii heard the golden finger prompt. The skill level of LV1 is equivalent to that of an amateur. If it is LV2, it is probably an amateur with some experience. After upgrading to LV3, the improvement speed will drop sharply, but the level of LV3 has already been

He is a professional. He estimates that LV4 is like an expert, although his highest literary skill is only LV3/91%.

(End of chapter)