I teach kendo in Tokyo

After Kiryu and Kazuma finished eating the exquisite snacks, they were still not satisfied, so a test paper was thrown in front of Kazuma.

"Let's do a small test first." The chairman said.

Kazuma picked up the pen and looked at the test paper and found that it was Chinese and could be completed in about half an hour.

So we started working directly with the horse.

Half an hour later, Kazuma handed the completed paper to the chairman with a solemn expression.

The chairman concentrated on correcting, and Nanjo also came over, standing behind the chairman and stretching his neck to look at the roll.

Then Nanjo's expression quickly became serious.

The chairman quickly completed the correction and looked up at Kazuma: "You should have guessed the result, right?"

Kazuma nodded: "Yeah."

"It seems that you didn't do the review I arranged for you to do every night seriously," the chairman said again.

Just as He Ma was about to argue, the Chairman shook his head and said, "This is also what I expected. If you do this, I will have to reflect on whether I don't trust you too much."

At this time, He Ma even had no idea of ​​​​arguing. He could only nod and said: "Sorry, I relaxed and was negligent."

"I guess you still practice your harmonica well every day." The chairman added.

Kazuma quickly said: "Yes, I have practiced harmonica on the hotel balcony in the morning."

After all, the harmonica is quite fun if you play it too much, and Kazuma really likes the song Where the Stars Are.

"Very good, then there should be no problem with the National Conference of the Ensemble Department next week. After all, it's okay even if your solo performance is bad."

Kazuma: "I don't like hearing what you said, even though I'm very good..."

"Sorry, my statement was too straightforward. Next, let's carry out Chinese rehabilitation."

The chairman easily blocked Kazuma's rebuttal with soft words, and brought the matter to the next study with a simple "rehabilitation".

Kazuma could only shrug and turned his attention to the review notebook made by the chairman himself.

Nanjo quietly sat next to Kazuma and took out the textbook from his bag.

When Mikako saw this situation, she quickly grabbed the seat on the other side of Kazuma.

The chairman of the committee sat firmly opposite Ma, with no intention of moving. Maybe she thought it would be cooler to be alone on the other side of the table.

After all, Hema's house is relatively old and has no air conditioning.

The large floor-standing fan was turned on at full capacity, but it was still difficult to compete with the heat pouring in from the open door of the dojo.

There seemed to be ten thousand cicadas lying on the big cherry tree in the yard, and they were all screaming at full speed at this time.

Even in such noise, the sound of the wind chimes hanging on the edge can still be clearly distinguished.

The crisp sound of wind chimes and the fragrance of white plums constantly drifting from around him slightly relieved Kazuma's feeling of heat.

Chiyoko entered the dojo carrying barley tea and snacks from the refrigerator, put the things on the table, then picked up the uchiwa fan and ran to a shady corner to enjoy the coolness.

Kiryu's family was not wealthy and only had a large electric fan.

It was almost three o'clock in the afternoon when Kazuma got home, and they stayed like this until the sun set.

Chiyoko didn't know when she was lying on the wide edge like this, falling asleep soundly, with the hem of her T-shirt lifted up, exposing her belly.

Suddenly, the sound of braking came from outside the courtyard gate.

This was followed by the screeching sound of tires scraping against the ground.

The four people who were selling the study raised their heads together and looked at the direction where the sound came from.

Amao was the first to appear in the public eye.

"Master, I'm back!"

"Done?" Kazuma asked.

Before Amao could answer, the deputy minister's bald head appeared in everyone's sight.

Kazuma couldn't hold back his laughter, and then all the girls couldn't hold back their laughter.

It's not like Kazuma has never seen a bald head, but the deputy minister's "braised egg" is a bit too uneven, which creates a unique point of laughter.

The burst of laughter even woke up Chiyoko. She got up in confusion, pulled up the hem of her clothes, and then her eyes fell on the deputy minister's stewed egg.

Chiyoko immediately hit the floor with laughter.

The deputy minister scratched his head: "Is it so funny?"

Amao patted him on the shoulder: "You can actually develop into a comedian. This bald head is your exclusive point of laughter."

"Is it to this extent? When I looked at myself in the mirror at the barber shop, I didn't think it was that exaggerated."

Kazuma: "Your image change has been very successful. I suggest you make your debut next semester."

Nanjo: "However, if the focus is on comedy, love would probably be over."

"Hey, is it possible?" Mikako asked doubtfully, "Isn't this great? I would rather play with boys who are funny. Kazuma is very funny."

"Me?" Kazuma thought for a moment and didn't think there was anything funny about him.

The chairman looked confused: "Why did you suddenly turn to love? No, please explain first, why is there an egg that was smashed with a hammer?"

When Kazuma and the others first came back, the Chairman was still awake, so he didn't see the part before Amao took the people away.

The chairman's words once again triggered a burst of laughter.

"No, don't just laugh. Tell me what's going on." The chairman looked helpless, then glanced at the deputy minister's head, and started laughing without holding back.

The deputy minister touched his head: "You guys are like this, I'm starting to regret shaving my head. Sure enough, it would be better to dye my hair..."

"It's too late for you to regret now," Amao patted the deputy minister on the shoulder, "because you have no hair to dye, so give up."

"Maybe I can wait until my hair grows out?"

"Believe me, your lovelorn mood will be a thing of the past by then." Amao smiled as if his plan had succeeded.

"Okay, that's fine." The deputy minister spread his hands, "Well, kendo is over and love is over. What else can I do this summer?"

Kazuma: "I think you should study. We are all candidates."

"First, in my opinion, I have to complete my study trip before officially entering the test preparation sprint; second, unlike you, I just want to get into a university within my ability and make do; third, I don't have the guidance of a beautiful girl and the motivation to study. insufficient."

After speaking, the deputy minister glanced at the sunset and said, "I decided to run towards the sunset to pay homage to my lost youth."

Kazuma frowned with a "what the hell is this guy talking about" look on his face.

The others had similar expressions.

Then the group of them stared at a braised egg, shouted words of unknown meaning, and ran towards the sunset.

Mikako: "Has the deputy minister lost his mind and gone crazy?"

"Who knows." Kazuma responded.

Chiyoko: "Did he leave his luggage at our house?"

Only then did everyone notice that the deputy minister’s sports bag had everything on its side.

Kazuma: "Amao, ride with his things and catch up to him."

"Okay." Amao picked up his sports bag and bamboo knife bag, got on his bicycle and ran away.

After Amao left, the chairman cleared his throat.

"So, what's going on? What's wrong with the deputy director of the Kendo Department? You guys should explain it to me."

He Ma and others looked at each other, tacitly showing off.

After all, it is a rare thing to feel that the chairman of the committee is asking for something from them. If you don't take advantage of it, you always feel like you are at a loss.

"Well," Kazuma pretended to be serious, "it's a long story."

Mikako: "This is a story about youth, summer, and..."

"And the story of running towards the sunset." Nanjo added the last sentence.

Chairman: "I understand, let's continue studying."

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