I teach kendo in Tokyo

Kazuma knew that Nanjo had just obtained a new rank at the Akutagawa Dojo not long ago. If the rank corresponded to his actual strength, then Nanjo should have just upgraded.

This is a level up. Isn’t this a bit fast?

They've all caught up with me!

Is Nanjo-san the protagonist of this world?

But then, an idea broke into Kazuma's mind.

——I will get a lot of experience points by brushing high-level enemies. Could it be that for Nanjo, I am already a high-level enemy whose level is far higher than hers?

So if she brushes me, she can get a lot of experience points even if she loses?

It turns out that to teach a disciple, I only need to raise my level myself, and then let the disciple brush me up?

Being a teacher is easy.

"Brother!" Chiyoko's voice brought Kazuma back to reality, "You're in a daze again. You've been in a daze like this a lot recently."

Kazuma laughed and joked: "I've reached the age of being sentimental, isn't it surprising."

"Hey, I have goosebumps all over my body. I feel sick." Chiyoko hit Kazuma lightly.

Kazuma was about to continue teasing a few words when he saw Dandanzi looking at him, with an unfathomable gaze behind his black thick-rimmed glasses.

But this profoundness was fleeting, and Dandanzi stood up: "Did Fujii-san also bring a lunch box today?"

"I don't understand why I bring a lunch every time! I eat every time." Fujii Mikako complained as she took out a lunch box from the bag she carried, "Ah, I brought a warm suit today." It would be better to eat the dishes, so I used an insulator.”

Chiyoko complained: "Fujii-senpai happily took out the lunch box while complaining, not hiding her boast of her mother's craftsmanship."

"Yes, after all, I just have to carry food." Fujii Mikako laughed at herself while opening the incubator, and the tempting fragrance wafted out.

"That's great. With you, our Kiryu family has saved a lot of food expenses." Kazuma said directly, "Thank you, Mikako!"

"No, are you really this embarrassed?" Mikako looked at the Kiryu siblings suspiciously, "Isn't it too miserable?"

"To tell you the truth, on the day you paid your tuition, we ate meat for the first time in a long time." Kazuma replied, while reaching out to grab the things in the incubator.

"Really? Did you all eat grass before?" Mikako asked half-jokingly.

Chiyoko: "We still have fish, and we can afford rice."

When Nanjo heard this, he immediately turned around and touched the small school bag he had brought. After searching for a long time, he took out a chocolate bar and gave it to Chiyoko: "This is very hungry."

Kazuma laughed out loud: "Don't be like this, it's not like we really can't afford food, we're just in a tight situation. You're making us embarrassed by this."

As soon as Kazuma finished speaking, he saw Danzi take out a delicate box from his bag and put it next to the incubator brought by Fujii. When he opened it, he found a very beautiful Suixingen cake inside.

"I'll bring more snacks here in the future." Dandanzi said.

Kazuma felt like he was being fed.

There is something wrong with this statement about being "fed" by three beautiful girls, which makes people suspect that they are racing.

Forget it, never mind, it's always good to save some money.

**

While he and Ma were happily eating with the beautiful girls, the former delinquent boy Ikeda Shigeru stood behind the convenience store counter as a clerk for the first time.

This is Shigeru Ikeda's first job. Before, if he wanted money, he would go directly to the juniors to extort money.

He has several carefully selected "money trees". When he is short of money, he goes to them and has a "friendly" communication, and the money will be handed over to Shigeru Ikeda.

It's easier than shaking a money tree. After all, shaking a tree requires effort. As soon as those wimps appear in front of Shigeru Ikeda and his gang, they look like they're scared to death and want to take out all their money.

With such a money-spinner, how could Ikeda Shigeru possibly work part-time? It would be impossible for him to work part-time for the rest of his life.

But now, he stands behind the counter, nodding and bowing to the customers like his predecessor, Mr. Nakagawa.

"Welcome. Do you want the bento hot? Is this enough? The total is 1,410 yuan."

"Hey! Is there any mistake?" The customer was a young man dressed as an office worker. He looked like he had just joined the club and his heart was as high as the sky. He yelled directly at Ikeda Shigeru, "This bento was sold out yesterday. The order should be half price, right?"

"Well, half-price lunch boxes only start at night..."

Just as Shigeru Ikeda was about to explain, he was interrupted by a customer: "This bento, it looks like it's all the leftovers from yesterday, right? Look at this location, it's obvious that a half-price sticker was posted here. It couldn't be sold yesterday. I removed the sticker and continued to sell it today. Don't Think I can’t see it!”

Shigeru Ikeda frowned slightly. These lunch boxes were delivered by a unified logistics company this morning. He, Ikeda, was responsible for putting them on the shelves.

"This was definitely produced today..."

"How will today's bento look like this?" The office worker interrupted Ikeda again.

At this moment, Mr. Nakagawa came over: "Hello, I'm very sorry, the price of this bento is not very good, I will give you half the price..."

Shigeru Ikeda frowned, unable to swallow his breath. He couldn't understand why Mr. Nakagawa had to accommodate this customer who was obviously making trouble unreasonably.

Mr. Nakagawa took out the half-price sticker that was usually put on the leftover bento boxes in the evening, put it on the bento box, and then operated the machine to pay the bill.

The office worker took a half-price bento, looked at Shigeru Ikeda arrogantly, and then said to Mr. Nakagawa: "Educate your juniors well! How can he work in the service industry with such an attitude? He would have been fired in our company long ago. !”

Mr. Nakagawa stepped on Ikeda Shigeru to prevent him from acting rashly, and then bowed to the office worker: "This is a newcomer. We must discipline the newcomer more. This time I will cause you trouble."

The office worker snorted and left.

After the store closed, Shigeru Ikeda immediately asked Mr. Nakagawa: "Why do you have to tolerate it? That person is obviously making trouble unreasonably! I don't think there is a problem with the presentation of the bento!"

"There is no problem." Mr. Nakagawa glared at Shigeru Ikeda, "But if he makes trouble, do you think the head office will accommodate us? The big shots above will only think that we are incompetent and cannot handle this kind of thing well!

"Sell it to him for half price like this, and then charge the full price to him, do you understand?"

"What about the price difference?" Shigeru Ikeda asked puzzledly.

"Of course you have to pay for it. In this way, even if the company's inspectors know that you have had a dispute with a customer, they will turn a blind eye because you paid for the difference."

Ikeda opened his mouth wide. This was something he had never experienced before.

In the past, he would have punched the office worker.

"Why is this?" Now he could only utter this useless sigh, "Obviously I didn't do anything wrong?"

"This is called society, student boy. For the head office, whether it is a full-time employee like me or a wage earner like you, they are all targets of exploitation, and customers are God. Which side do you think they will favor?

"It's because we people are being punished that the big shots at the head office can live so comfortably every day."

To be honest, Ikeda Shigeru didn't understand the inevitable connection between the low-level shrimps like him being annoyed and the comfortable life of the big shots in the head office.

He wasn't very good at thinking about such complicated things.

Mr. Nakagawa added: "Don't be too resentful to the guy just now. He may have encountered something bad and needs to vent. It is the last day of Golden Week and it is still a holiday. He is walking outside in a suit and tie. He should also be My boss must have squeezed me hard.

"Right now, he might be sitting on a bench in a park, eating a half-price lunch box, crying alone while eating."

Shigeru Ikeda was about to say something when Mr. Nakagawa stretched out his hand in front of him: "Here, half the money for the bento just now."

"Eh? Do you want to pay it now?"

"Of course, the accounts will be reconciled when the shift is handed over in the evening. If the number is found to be wrong, it will be reported."

Ikeda Shigeru had a bitter look on his face. He searched all his pockets and finally collected 1,000 yen.

Mr. Nakagawa took the money directly, counted out the price of half the lunch box, stuffed it into the cash register, and returned the rest to Shigeru Ikeda.

When Shigeru Ikeda took the remaining money, he felt as if he had knocked over a five-flavor bottle, not the taste.

"What if there are a lot of people like this in one day?" He couldn't help but ask, "Do we all pay?"

"How is that possible? If so many unreasonable bastards come out in one day, I will quit my job and deal with whoever I like. Then I will take a knife, and I will be a bad guy. Who can't do it? What?" Mr. Nakagawa said these lines, but there was helplessness in his words.

Shigeru Ikeda feels more complicated.

Yes, isn’t it just to be a bad guy? Who doesn’t know how to do that?

Being a bad guy is so easy.

The good man Shigeru Ikeda thought from the bottom of his heart.