I teach kendo in Tokyo

As soon as Kazuma finished speaking, Mikako, who had been following him, interrupted the conversation: "I have a question about the exam."

Everyone looked at Mikako together.

Kazuma: "Mikako-san, just ask."

Mikako: "Okay! Mr. Kazuma, I would like to ask, am I the only one who has participated in cram schools in addition to our usual study together?"

Kazuma looked at the others. He had no money anyway, so he definitely didn't have a cram school, but that wasn't necessarily the case for the others.

Chairman: “The purpose of cram schools is to provide additional review materials and to understand the different test scopes of each school. If you don’t need these, then going to cram schools is just a waste of money.

"Of course, another use of going to cram schools is to participate in national simulations, but now you can register individually."

Kazuma really wanted to complain about Japan's nationwide simulation model, which is jointly run by cram schools and educational institutions.

Put in the Chinese environment, it is equivalent to if you want to go to college, you have to pay extra to participate in the first and second models.

Crucially, without participating in this kind of national simulation, you have no idea where you rank among most students, especially among those who want to apply to a particular school.

Under Japan's admissions system, you have no idea of ​​your chances of passing the exam.

In Japan, universities of the same level basically recruit students on the same day. It's a one-and-done deal. If you choose one, you can't go to the second one.

This is particularly cheating.

The chairman said a lot, but seeing what he meant, she didn't sign up for an extra cram school.

Thinking about it, apart from the time they spent studying together, she should have been making notebooks to help Kazuma review, and she didn't have time to do anything for herself.

Then Kazuma and Mikako turned their attention to Nanjo.

Nanjo patted Mikako on the shoulder: "I went to a cram school. My math needs to be strengthened. We usually study together and it's not easy to disturb Kazuma and ask him to put aside Chinese to teach me."

Kazuma: "I can teach you, why don't you come to me?"

"No, you can't. Your Chinese language is still in a very dangerous stage. It's only half a year away."

Kazuma scratched his head.

At this time, Yamada Yoichi passed by the "Kiryu Cluster", turned around and said in a strange tone: "Kazuma-kun, come on, Kunifun~"

He deliberately prolonged his voice and used a fake voice.

But Kazuma ignored him.

For Kazuma now, this kind of guy has no meaning at all.

"I have to go all out next time." He sighed softly.

But the chairman said: "It's not all about studying. At least there are cultural festivals and school trips where you can have some fun."

Mikako: "Cultural festivals and school trips. We are in different classes, so we can't do things together."

"Come on, Mikako," Kazuma smiled, "We will form a group to watch you at the cultural festival."

"Don't make it sound like I'm some kind of exotic beast! Why don't you really do something during the school trip? If I'm in a different class, I'll be separated from everyone until free time!"

"But, we can't go to the principal and teacher to force you to move to Class B." He Ma spread his hands.

Mikako looked at Nanjo: "Sister Nanjo, can't you use the magical power of the Nanjo Foundation?"

Nanjo was probably a little happy to be called sister, and actually showed a thoughtful expression: "Well... I was able to transfer in and set up classes because my family sponsored a sum of money to renovate the club building, and asked Mikako to change classes. …It seems like there’s nothing left in the school that can be renovated?”

Kazuma was already used to it being strange for Nanjo's eldest daughter to speak.

Mikako: "Swimming pool! Our swimming pool is very old! Renovate it and let me switch classes!"

"If you were really my sister, you could do this." Nanjo smiled apologetically, "But you are not."

"I can be it! And if I am, Kazuma will be happier too!"

It took Kazuma a second to realize that Mikako was racing. He was about to express something when he saw the chairman of the committee put his hand on Mikako's shoulder.

"Fujii-san, we're in your class."

Only then did everyone realize that they had reached the door of Mikako's class.

"Oh, it's here again. So, see you later." Mikako waved her hand and turned around to enter her class.

Several girls who were close friends with Mikako immediately started shouting: "Mikako, you are defeated again!"

"I didn't! Besides, Kiryu and I are just friends! Does the matter of being friends count as a loss?"

The students in Class C burst into laughter, and the air was filled with joy.

Kazuma was actually a little worried that Mikako would be ostracized in her own class if she went to Class B all day long.

But now it seems that I am worrying too much.

Thinking about it carefully, it makes sense. Our group is now considered to be the top group of the third-level high school pyramid. Not to mention the girls, they are all beautiful girls. Kazuma, as the only green leaf, has created a series of legendary deeds.

In a Japanese campus where "status" is extremely important, Mikako, as a member of the school's top clique, will definitely not be excluded in the class.

In fact, Kazuma couldn't tell whether Mikako stayed in his group all day long because he liked Kiryu Kazuma, or because he needed the status of this small group.

Probably both.

While Kazuma was thinking about this, he pushed the door open and entered his classroom.

As soon as their small group returned to their seats, Teacher Tachibana entered the classroom with the test paper: "Today's morning meeting time, we will do a quiz in class. Chairman, call everyone in."

It turns out that in Japanese high school seniors in this era, teachers would also use their original break time to "add meals", which Kazuma was very familiar with.

**

Congressman Yasuhiko Asakura led his second son Yasunumi Asakura to sit in a cubicle in Matsuya.

Asakura Yasunjun looked reluctant.

Asakura Yasuhiko glanced at his son and snorted: "You brought it all on yourself. You should be grateful that Wanshiwu had some professionalism and didn't sell you.

"This time, go on a blind date for me and get married. If you cause trouble for me again... hum."

Asakura Yasuhiko didn't say anything about the consequences of causing trouble for him again, but the weight of this "hum" was enough to make Asakura Yasumi lower his head and become like a green vegetable that hasn't been watered for many days.

At this time, the landlady of Matsuya knelt at the door, opened the door and reported: "Mr. Nishita and Miss Nishita have arrived."

"Oh, please!" Asakura Yasuhiko showed a business smile. Although he was already a member of parliament, he was still skilled in fake smiles.

After a while, the sliding door opened again, and Mr. Nishita and Miss Nishita entered the room.

Asakura Yasumi looked at Miss Nishidai expectantly, and his expression immediately turned bad.

Asakura Yasuhiko glared at his second son, killing his desire to slam the door and leave in the cradle.

A "high-quality young lady" like Nanjo will raise the threshold for the man during a blind date, but conversely, a girl like Miss Nishidai will raise the threshold for the woman.

Asakura Yasuhiko was determined to sell his second son at a good price.

As for the second son's personal happiness - that can only depend on his own efforts. As a father, he has fully fulfilled his responsibilities.

As for Asakura Yasumi's angry expression, Asakura Yasuhiko didn't care. No one knew better than him how powerful his son was.

If Asakura Yasunumi can threaten his father, he won't be able to deal with Kiryu Kazuma, a commoner like a rootless duckweed.

When it comes to Kiryu Kazuma, Asakura Yasuhiko is particularly envious of Nanjo Hiroshi. This old fox has found a great third generation for his consortium.

Even if Kiryu and Ma are really determined to join the police and not inherit the consortium, they will become a powerful protective umbrella for the consortium.

Alas, Asakura Yasuhiko sighed, why don’t I have a daughter?