I am practicing in Tokyo

Chapter 117 College Begins

When Fujii saved some free attributes, the time had come to March 2014. The destination of the school trip for the senior year was their favorite university. The school would collect statistics and arrange a group of students from similar cities. Since he had been to Waseda once

, Fujii Shu did not sign up to participate.

The graduation speech was written on the blackboard in the classroom. The cherry blossoms outside the window were falling at a speed of five centimeters per second. Miyagi, the teacher in charge of the class, had red eyes after finishing her speech. This was her first class teacher as a class teacher.

A group of students were about to disperse.

Most of these students will enter well-known universities across the country. A small number of those who perform abnormally will enter specialized institutions to repeat their studies.

"Ding dong!"

When the last high school bell rang, Fujii looked away from the window and said goodbye to his classmates in the classroom. Kamiya Rin always missed class during this period. This was probably the privilege of a young lady.

Walking to the entrance to change shoes, when he opened the shoe cabinet, pink letters poured out. Fujii looked at the shoe cabinet with nothing but letters, sighed helplessly, and bent down to pick up the dropped letters at his feet.

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"Um, Fujii-san, can you give me a twist button?"

He raised his head and saw an unknown girl standing in front of him timidly, her voice trembling.

The island country has a tradition of giving buttons to clothes upon graduation, usually the second button on a shirt. As a symbol of the unattainable desire, it has been pursued by generations of boys and girls.

"You don't need the one here, just anywhere."

"Isn't Waseda University famous for being relaxed? Except for the strictness of the Department of Politics and Law, I don't want to get involved with the country's elite anymore, so coming here is not a bad idea."

"Is it true? If he is so handsome? Maybe he is."

Fujii replied jokingly, half truthfully. Minister Ichikawa heard him explain the meaning of the trendy word Uchimaki and nodded doubtfully.

Ichikawa Reikichi was a little embarrassed and scratched the back of his head with a wry smile on his face. He only had fifth-level sword power and he didn’t have an old man living in the ring. How could he grab a precious spot in the competition?

"Well, I did go to Waseda University, majoring in Chinese literature, but I dropped out midway."

Until she got on the car that her parents took her to Kyoto, and she was admitted to Kyoto University with excellent grades. She never saw the boy by the classroom window again. She deliberately dropped the eraser to pick it up, and the chance to look at her was gone.

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"Haha... Well, I have an uncle from the same school in Osaka who is a 7th dan swordsman, and his apprentice is a 6th dan. It's not my turn to represent Ichikawa Ryu."

She suddenly remembered something, lowered her head and buried her face in her legs, her shoulders twitching slightly.

This guy doesn’t have to be an artist at all! He’s made a lot of money just by signing with any team. Doesn’t his words make him a clown? How can he fix it!——

Exit Takadanobaba Station and enter the nearby Waseda University along the road. The most shops along the way are various izakayas. The prices on the signs, especially the drinks, are very cheap. Fujii Shu, who is not yet old enough to drink, is naturally not allowed to buy and drink.

, just glanced at it briefly, and followed the flow of people who were also attending the entrance ceremony into the school hall.

After leaving the station, the masked man got into the Mercedes-Benz nanny car on the roadside and took off his sunglasses and mask.

Island universities are different from those in China. There are very few dormitories (dormitories) on campus, not to mention that they are located in Waseda, Shinjuku District, Tokyo, so the traditional meeting of roommates and their seniority will not occur.

He got up and washed up, put on a black suit prepared in advance for the entrance exam, and tied a tie on a white shirt. The tie was printed with the cat head image of Kira Kira's stand-in Killer Queen. This was the only unique thing about his clothes.

"College is more comfortable than high school. Liberal arts majors basically have classes four days a week, and there are no constraints of classes or teachers. If you meet someone you like, you can bring it home and show us, and you can get married."

After buying a one-way ticket at the station, Fujii waited on the platform for a while. There was a long line of young girls behind him, while the middle-aged office workers on the left and right were waiting alone.

Fujii said in a low voice that if the sound on the tram in the island country was too loud, it would be considered impolite and would cause trouble to others. The reason why he asked was because he felt that the voice of the masked man was a bit familiar, as if he heard it somewhere.

Pass.

Moreover, the university does not have fixed classes. Professors are only responsible for teaching and do not assume the responsibility of class teachers. The reason why Fujii knows who the professor of his subject is is because Mr. Hayakawa from the admissions office disclosed the information in advance.

Although Principal Okushima was speaking on the stage, he was old, but he was still full of energy. He took a prepared speech and spoke for more than ten minutes before completing this boring speech. After the entrance ceremony, the students lined up to leave.

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"I entered the Department of Business, and it's not much better than the Department of Political Science."

"The house has been rented in advance. It just so happens that our family can spend a few days in Kyoto. What's wrong? Do you feel sad about saying goodbye to high school life?"

"Okay, it's time to listen to the school leaders recite sutras."

"Masato Sakai/Actor."

"Actually, with your outstanding looks, it might be good to become an artist after graduation, but you must finish school. This can serve as a lesson to others in the future."

The person on the left is Kendo Director Ichikawa Reikichi, who opened his mouth in surprise and asked.

Waseda's hall is much more impressive than Hachioji High School. There is a large ceiling-mounted projection screen hanging high on the podium. There are no fixed chairs in the middle of the venue. They are all simple folding chairs with stickers on the inner side.

Book the student's name and high school name, and everyone needs to be seated accordingly.

"Senior, are you a Waseda graduate?"

Before he could even say a few words, Ichikawa Reikichi's fox tail was exposed. He himself was at the fifth level of Kendo, and with Fujii's tree who could use one against a hundred, he could win the championship and get a share of 10 to 20 million yen.

Bar?

"Isn't it true that all schools can compete? Aren't you going to help your father's Ichikawa Itto-ryu?"

"Fujii-kun, I just thought the staff made a mistake. With your grades and reputation, it would be a pity not to go to Tokyo University."

He's not even younger than the vice-chancellor. Are the universities in the island country managed by senior citizens?

Forced to interrupt the conversation, Fujii looked at Principal Okushima, who had silver-white temples, and, like everyone else, was waiting for his speech.

After arranging her hair in front of the bathroom mirror, Fujii, who still had long broken hair, picked up a new backpack and went out at 7:20.

When he walked into the school's parking shed, all the buttons on his shirt, including those on his sleeves, were asked for, leaving only the second button removed in his pocket, the one with the most special meaning.

"He seems to be from Koshien..."

After overcoming the tiredness in bed, Fujii got up from his bedroom bed. He moved into an apartment seven or eight kilometers away from the school two days in advance. It was a standard one-bedroom and one-living single suite with a total area of ​​less than forty square meters.

, the monthly rent is 40,000 yen, and it takes about ten minutes to walk to the nearest tram stop.

It’s rare to meet a junior from my former alma mater. The man with the mask also talks more. Look carefully, this guy’s appearance is a bit exaggerated. Even though he is hiding in the corner like him, the women in the carriage are always looking at him intentionally or unintentionally.

Come over, there are a few people who have stopped acting and are staring at Fujii Shu. Are they planning to knock them out at the station and take them away?

"That's a coincidence. I'm also majoring in Chinese literature, and my professor is said to be Sosuke Fukuyama."

Fujii Shu and Ichikawa Reiyoshi separated and went to the corresponding departments each, and received their student ID cards, a school magazine introducing the school's content, and a one-page freshman course schedule.

Goodbye, my high school days; goodbye, that boy by the window.

If he was just a junior with mediocre appearance, he would only have the second half of what he said. However, it would be a pity not to take advantage of Fujii's conditions, so he said a little more.

Fujii felt a little confused. He opened the business card and saw a well-known name written in Chinese characters on it.

Fujii was used to this kind of attention. After his charm reached its peak, he had seen the stalker more than a dozen times, chatting as if nothing had happened. Anyway, there were still several stops to go in the car.

It's not that Fujii is a star-chasing person, it's just that Sakai Masato has been so popular in recent years that it's hard not to know.

Since they were juniors from the same university and the same major, the man in the mask gave a serious warning. After two stops and before getting off the bus, he suddenly stuffed a business card over and explained.

"This year is our 132nd year at Waseda. I would like to first congratulate everyone present. Everyone has passed a rigorous examination before being selected into this school and has proven their learning ability."

Fujii took a rare moment of consideration, unscrewed the second button on his shirt, and handed it to the girl.

At this time, a button fell from the side pocket of the schoolbag. Chika Akiyama picked it up and looked at it. There was still a broken thread on it.

He is nineteen years old this year, and his height is only 179 centimeters, which is considered to be above average among his peers. However, the height of some junior high school students on the street has almost caught up with him.

When the tram came to a stop, Fujii chose to stand in a remote corner to avoid unnecessary sight and attention.

"Everyone, I would like to invite the principal, Mr. Takayasu Okushima, to deliver the opening speech of the entrance ceremony."

Beside him, there was also a middle-aged man who was much shorter than him. He was wearing sunglasses and a mask. He looked suspicious at first glance.

As his thoughts flowed, he guessed something. The cart passed by Chika Akiyama, and when she was not paying attention, he took out the last button from his pocket and stuffed it into Chika Akiyama's schoolbag.

But Chika Akiyama didn't seem to notice, and the courage she finally mustered up was interrupted.

She thought that this unrequited love that ended without a problem had finally come to an end.

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Early April, admission day at Waseda University, Shinjuku-ku, Tokyo.

"Is it a new Johnny's artist secretly filming the show?"

He curled his lips and showed an envious expression.

Fujii, who was Chinese in his previous life, took a clever trick. After all, he had received more than ten years of education at that time. Maybe Professor Fukuyama, who taught him, was not as good at Chinese as himself.

Fujii found his name in the first three rows, surrounded by a small group of students from Hachioji High School. As soon as he sat down, he found an acquaintance.

The father who was driving saw the loneliness on Chika Akiyama's face through the rearview mirror and spoke to comfort her.

The man with the mask glanced at the half-section of the school opening notice exposed in Fujii's jacket pocket and murmured, feeling nostalgic for some reason.

"If you want to develop in the direction of an artist in the future, I can give you some advice, and tell Professor Fukuyama that I am deeply sorry for my recklessness back then."

In four years of college, you can graduate after completing 120 units of credits. Freshman students only have four days of classes per week on average. After that, sophomore and junior years will have to be free!

This event planned by Zhou Thiping has been bombarded by major media outlets recently. The publicity intensity after the activation of the state machinery has made the people of the entire island country more or less aware of it. Fujii Shu is no exception. He asked:

One sentence.

When he pushed out his bicycle, he found the class monitor, Chika Akiyama, standing behind him. He heard someone approaching, but he didn't expect it to be her. Apart from collecting homework, he rarely talked to this quiet, single ponytailed girl class monitor.

Masato Sakai, who boarded the nanny car to go to the set for filming, took out his mobile phone and looked up the browsing history on it, until the news of last summer's Koshien report came to mind.

The girl was a little flattered, waved her hand, and finally only took the bottom button of his shirt. Fortunately, he also had a school uniform suit jacket, so he didn't have to worry about the danger of exposing his chest and abdomen.

"Can't you just say a few words and concentrate on driving?" Her mother understood Chika Akiyama better, and she stopped her father's unbridled talk displeasedly.

"I heard that this year's National Kendo Competition has received more attention than previous years. Even the swords and protective gear used in the competition have been changed. The champion can receive 100 million yen. Are you interested?"

Just as Fujii was about to answer, the host's voice rang out from the stage, and the venue suddenly became quiet, with many eyes staring at the old man standing on the podium.

"Waseda University? Oh, today is the admission day."

"Okay, thank you."

Is his name Fujii's tree? A high school student with an athletic genius? He's so handsome, so that's a foul.

The little brother just now always looks like someone I’ve seen before.

This tie is a treasure of Uncle Tianhai, and the black suit was also bought based on his experience in school. The whole outfit costs less than 20,000 yen, including the leather shoes on his feet.

"Oh, I chose the Department of Literature, majoring in Chinese literature. My Chinese is pretty good."

It turns out to be this person!

After reading the contents of the freshman class schedule, Fujii was unable to complain. Although he was here to live a leisurely life, your subject really gave him face. People are always a bit contradictory, just like worrying about his cousin suffering hardships, but also being afraid of others.

Like his cousin who drives a Land Rover.

Today was the entrance ceremony, and he would officially go to school tomorrow. He put all his things in his schoolbag and walked to the station back to his apartment.

At another more prestigious university in Tokyo, Rin Kamiya, who was sitting in the first row of student seats, endured it until the principal's speech was over and walked out of the venue quickly.

Fujii, you're not at Tokyo University at all! Where did you go?

She tore up the admission notice from Dongda University and threw the pieces into the trash can on the roadside. She pursed her lips angrily, her face as cold as if it had been covered with thousands of years of frost. This famous university in Asia was in her heart.

The portion size is not as good as someone else's.

(End of chapter)