I teach kendo in Tokyo

At this time, not only the girls were listening to Kazuma playing the harmonica.

In fact, the entire classroom was listening.

After all, the sound of the harmonica is not directional.

Kazuma's full emotions are conveyed to all listeners along with the melody of the music.

So in the classroom where the lights were turned off and there were only emergency lights and flashlights, someone suddenly started sobbing.

"What's wrong?" someone asked immediately.

"I thought about my grandma who passed away."

Kazuma looked back in surprise, and found that all the students in the classroom seemed to be conquered by the music he just played.

This made Kazuma feel a little strange, because when he just played, he just wanted to express his inner feelings.

He wasn't trying to impress anyone else, he was just using the harmonica to play the lyrics in notes.

He wasn't even sure whether the thing he was playing sounded good or not.

After all, it’s just using the harmonica notes to replace the lyrics and spell out the melody.

But now looking at the students’ reactions, the effect is quite good?

And even made one of them cry?

But Kazuma thought to himself, this is more about my feelings for my family and my country. I miss the motherland that raised me, and I want to witness it rise from the mud and move towards rejuvenation. After hearing this, your grandma thought of her death. What the hell?

At this time, Kazuma saw Okada Anri coming over with a flashlight: "I am very touched."

"When you say you are moved, could you please stop shining a flashlight on your face from the chin up? It will look like you are telling a ghost story."

"Ah, sorry, we were just about to have a ghost story meeting over there, and then I subconsciously grabbed a flashlight."

The chairman cleared his throat: "You won't light candles under the quilt, will you? There will be fire hazards, so you can't do it."

In Japan, when telling a ghost story, you light a candle and blow out a candle after telling a ghost story. When all the candles are blown out, the real ghost will usually come.

Of course, this is in a horror comic. In reality, it is probably the moment when the last candle is blown out, and a living treasure will scream and scare everyone away.

Anri Okada looked at Kazuma excitedly: "So, that song "Where the Stars Are" was also composed by you, Kiryu-kun, right? That's not something the Nanjo family bought from a down-and-out musician to prop up your appearance, right?"

Kazuma: "Uh, yes."

He hesitated for a moment. After all, in his previous life, Kazuma had a strong sense of authenticity, and he still had some resistance to copying other people's works.

But this little resistance could only make him hesitate.

"Great! Could you please compose music for the martial arts performance?"

"No." Kazuma refused very simply, "I have no knowledge of music theory, let alone composition. I just acted based on what I felt. Even the music score had to be picked up for me by Nanjo and the Chairman, who are serious students."

Okada Anri looked disappointed: "That's it... I thought it would be matched with a stunning BGM. I recently discovered that a good BGM can even turn a bad plot into something magical."

Kazuma: "You're wrong. When the plot is extremely bad, no matter how good the music is, it can't save it. It will even damage the music critics."

"Will it?" Anri Okada didn't look too convinced.

"What are you doing if you don't sleep!" A shout came from the door, and Kazuma saw it was Daimon Goro.

The school's physical education teachers are all staying in school tonight, responsible for maintaining order and preventing students from causing or killing others.

Everyone hurriedly dispersed from the window and got into their respective beds.

Daimon Goro stood at the door like a doorkeeper. After making sure everyone was asleep, he turned the portable flashlight in his hand and continued to inspect other classes.

As soon as Daimon Goro walked away, his classmates who were sleeping near the door jumped up and ran to the door, sticking their heads out to look outside.

After a moment, he waved his hand: "Okay, let's go away!"

Then the various light sources brought by the students in the classroom lit up again.

Those who told ghost stories, chatted, and everyone shared the snacks they had brought.

This is also part of the preparation for the cultural festival.

**

Daimon Goro returned to the teacher's office, turned off his flashlight, sat down behind his desk, and let out a sigh of relief.

"The third-year students seem quite peaceful?"

"How is that possible? They must have started playing again as soon as I left. No matter, as long as they don't make too much noise and don't do anything that undermines public order and good morals, just turn a blind eye."

"We have turned a blind eye all the time," said Teacher Nakajo, who took the initiative to stay in school today. "Those boys, despite all the dirty jokes they usually make, are actually very young, and most of them don't Dare to really cause trouble.

"According to previous years' experience, it is more difficult to deal with girls. Recently, hot girls are becoming more and more precocious."

"Actually, the most troublesome ones are not Kiryu and Ma's group?" Teacher Xiaotiao Yu, who also took the initiative to stay in school, joined the conversation, "Maybe they will do something big tonight."

"No, there is nothing wrong with Kiryu's group. Jinguji is watching." Teacher Nakajo said nonchalantly, "Jinguji is well-measured and knows what can and cannot be done. She is very mature. Not like a high school girl.”

Daimon Goro: "Which of you wants instant noodles? I'll go to the water room and make them for you together."

"Okay, I want it. I just have a bowl of Nissin noodles ready."

Teacher Xiaoniaoyou took out a bowl of noodles from his drawer.

“I eat when I’m hungry while preparing lessons at school.”

The teachers were chatting like this. As long as there was no big commotion outside, they would spend most of the night in the office.

**

At this moment, Hanabusa Takashi and Wakamiya Daisuke were lurking outside the door of the third-year Class B classroom. When Daimon Goro came over just now, they hid in a small room not far away where the school staff stored cleaning supplies.

Now, they are quietly listening to the movements in the classroom.

However, the chatter of the students was a bit loud, so even if Takashi Hanabusa borrowed the help of modern equipment, he could not hear what Kazuma and the others were saying.

"I think we should climb the big tree in the atrium so that we can take pictures from the tree into the classroom." Daisuke Wakamiya suggested.

"No, if your photos are not good enough, it is because you are not close enough. If you want to capture the beautiful moment, you have to get as close as possible to the target." Hanabusa Takashi said confidently.

He leaned on the classroom window that opened to the corridor and looked in.

The students in the classroom are enjoying their youth - in a healthier way.

Kazuma and his party, who were sleeping by the window at the back of the classroom, were just chatting.

That Kiryu Kazuma didn't even have the courage to put his hand into the girl's quilt! Hanabusa Takashi was speechless.

He recalled the past when he casually put his hand into a girl's bed when they were sleeping together and was beaten by a group of people.

Hanabusa Takashi retracted his head and curled his lips.

"So, let's climb the tree..." Daisuke Wakamiya suggested again.

Hanabusa Takashi also refused again, but this time the reason he gave was different from last time. He said: "Most of the students are lying down now. If you go outside and climb trees, you can't see what they are doing."

Daisuke Wakamiya shrugged.

Hanabusa Takashi retracted his head, sat down, and leaned his back against the wall.

"Speaking of which," he said suddenly, "the piece Kiryu Kazuma played on the harmonica just now was really good. Have you heard it before?"

"No, I'm pretty sure I haven't heard it. Neither the harmonica nor the symphony orchestra version."

Hanabusa Takashi nodded: "I haven't heard of it either. As an entertainment reporter, I have listened to a lot of music. I shouldn't remember hearing such impressive harmonica music.

"Do you think Kazuma Kiryu really has the talent to compose music?"

Wakamiya Daisuke: "It's possible, but what does this have to do with our material?"

Hanabusa Takashi pursed his lips and fell into deep thought. After a moment, he said: "'His talent attracted girls to surround him, vying to be the first to show their courtesy, just to get his favor for a moment.' What do you think of this?"

"I don't think so. Our readers are the kind of fools who want to read simple and straightforward revelations."

“But now there are too many such revelations in our magazines. If we change the taste, it might be very effective.

"This time we will write a bitter story. Every girl trapped in it is in great pain and has to compete with her friends for his favor. What do you think of this?"

Daisuke Wakamiya responded thoughtfully: "You mean, make this a sad drama? Just like the soap operas at noon every day?"

"right!"

"Tsk... I remember that the previous reader survey showed that there are indeed quite a lot of housewives among the readers of our magazine."

Well, no one loves gossip more than housewives.

Hanabusa Takashi followed his own train of thought and continued: "We want to take individual photos of each girl. We need to take photos that are melancholy and full of sadness, making people feel distressed at first sight."

Wakamiya Daisuke took out the Polaroid photos from his arms and quickly selected one from them: "What do you think of this? I just took it at the faucet."

Hanabusa Takashi took a look at the photo and found that it was a girl drinking water from the tap.

Japanese faucets can be twisted. Twist the faucet upwards and it can become a small fountain-like device. When you open the valve, you can drink water directly without touching your mouth or embarrassing your neck.

The photo given by Daisuke Wakamiya perfectly meets Hanabusa Takashi's request just now. The expression of the girl who is drinking water shows exhaustion. Combined with the light and shadow composition of the photo, the feeling of sadness is coming out.

But there's a fatal problem with this photo.

Hanabusa Takashi: "Who is this?"

"I don't know," Wakamiya Daisuke shrugged, "I just took the photo when I passed by the sink on the second floor, but you see, it perfectly meets your requirements, doesn't it?"

"On the second floor, those are the sophomores in high school." Hanabusa Takashi continued to look at the photo in the light of the flashlight, "But the photo is really good. Okay, I'll just use this one. I'll think of ways to get more."

“We just need to put a line saying ‘Images have nothing to do with text’ in a position where almost no one will notice it, as before.

"It is impossible for such a talented man Kiryu Kazuma to have only those three followers. No, it should be like this. The three followers with the best quality win Kazuma's favor, and the rest can only sigh secretly.

"At the beginning of the article, let's say an editor's note, 'At Kitagashi High School, girls are experiencing a youth that is different from their peers in other schools.' Then it starts to talk about the super talented Kiryu Kazuma, and the admiration for him. , the story of an entire school of girls who longed for his favor.”

Daisuke Wakamiya also became excited: "The whole school? Playing so big? That's good! Not only housewife readers will like it, but also readers who usually like novelty and simple and straightforward excitement.

"Let's find a few more photo actresses, the ones who have just debuted and are not yet famous. They have their faces coded and wear school uniforms in a very sexy way, and blend them into the real-life photos..."

"No!" Hanabusa Takashi interrupted Wakamiya Daisuke, "You don't need to dress in a very sexy way, the sailor uniform is already very sexy."

Wakamiya Daisuke nodded: "Okay, that's it! I think this is another big hit, and this year's year-end performance award belongs to both of us again!"

Hanabusa Takashi: "For the sake of credibility, we are going to play a song by Kazuma Kiryu. Did you record the harmonica song just now?"

Wakamiya Daisuke smiled: "Who do you think I am? You are responsible for the general direction of collecting materials, and I am responsible for collecting materials. Haven't we always cooperated like this? Did I miss any materials?"

"Okay." Hanabusa Takashi poked his head out and looked inside the classroom again, "It looks like this classroom won't be able to produce the material we want for a while. Let's go on a guerrilla attack first, take pictures of the girls and boys who are having affairs, and remove the boys from them. If you take it off the camera, you’ll definitely get a lot of usable images.”

"'On the night before the cultural festival, sadness filled the campus'?" Although Daisuke Wakamiya is a photojournalist, he is also good at playing with words.

"Okay, let's do it." As soon as Hanabusa Takashi finished speaking, the light of a large flashlight suddenly appeared at the end of the corridor in the distance.

"What, the teacher is here to patrol again?" Hanabusa Takashi turned off the flashlight and patted Daisuke Wakamiya, "Let's get out of the way."

Apparently he didn't see Hanabusa Takashi's flashlight in the corridor, or he thought "if it went out consciously, just turn a blind eye." Anyway, the teacher didn't say anything and continued to come here waving the flashlight.

Hanabusa Takashi and Wakamiya Daisuke ran in the opposite direction and turned into the stairwell.

They went down one floor - the third grade students were in the classrooms on the top floor, and further up was the rooftop.

However, what people didn't expect was that the patrolling teacher actually came to the second floor when he got here.

Hanabusa Takashi and Wakamiya Daisuke could only continue to hide.

However, something strange happened. No matter how they ran, the teacher with the flashlight followed them from a distance, as if chasing them.

"What the hell, did this mean they discovered us?" Hanabusa Takashi wiped his sweat and stood up straight, "I'll go over and stop him, you run. It's up to you to collect the materials tonight."

"Wait a minute!" Daisuke Wakamiya grabbed Hanabusa Takashi's hand, "Are you...are you really a teacher?"

"What else can it be if it's not a teacher?" Hanabusa Takashi asked, "Seven incredible walking mannequins on campus? Have you read too many supernatural magazines?"

As soon as they finished speaking, the flashlight that had been following them suddenly went out.

Suddenly darkness enveloped the corridor.

Hanabusa Takashi breathed a sigh of relief. He glanced at the window next to him and found that a few clouds had drifted in the sky at some point, blocking the bright moon.

Without even moonlight, the corridor was a bit dark.

So despite the risk of being discovered, Hanabusa turned on his flashlight.

"Look at the map," he said to Daisuke Wakamiya, "and see where we went."

Wakamiya Daisuke opened the map. It was a simple map drawn by them after going to the archives section of the district office to consult the school's design blueprint before conducting the interview.

Such public school blueprints are kept at the district office.

"This...I don't know where we are." Wakamiya Daisuke frowned, sweat beads rolling down his forehead.

Hanabusa Takashi grabbed the map and compared it with the surrounding reference objects.

"How come you don't know where we are?" He muttered while looking for a point on the map that matched his current location...

At this moment, the flashlight light came from another direction.

Both of them squinted their eyes and looked in the direction of the flashlight light.

You can vaguely see that the person holding the flashlight is a female student, wearing a rustic and retro braid and wearing thick-rimmed glasses.

"Follow me." The girl said concisely, then turned and walked directly into the dark corridor.

Hanabusa Takashi and Wakamiya Daisuke looked at each other, and then followed the girl's footsteps in unison.

Hanabusa Takashi had a reporter habit and wanted to go up for an interview.

By this time, his eyes had adapted to the lighting environment, and he recognized that this was the busty committee chairman next to Kiryu Kazuma.

Hanabusa Takashi had a lot of things he wanted to ask, such as "Why aren't you with Kiryu Kazuma?" "What are you doing here?" "What do you think of your relationship with the other girls?" He sorted out his thoughts and said: When he was about to start an interview, he heard the sound of Daisuke Wakamiya pressing the shutter next to him.

He turned his head and saw his partner taking out the photo from the Polaroid camera and shaking it back and forth like a fan to speed up the natural development.

But the final photo was a blur, and nothing could be seen except a blurry figure.

"No, I've already used a night vision lens, and I can't take any pictures under this light. Should I change to a low-light night vision lens?"

Hanabusa Takashi took the photo and stared at the corner of it.

He felt as if there was a face in the dark corner smiling at the camera.

Daisuke Wakamiya: "Photos taken under this kind of lighting can easily become 'supernatural'. This is the real reason for the supernatural photos shown on supernatural shows."

The girl walking in front seemed not to hear what they said and just kept walking forward.

"Um," Hanabusa Takashi pushed the photo back to his partner and began to ask, "Excuse me, are you..."

However, his question was interrupted.

The girl began to sing, a children's song that all Japanese people learned when they were children.

通りゃんせ通りゃんせ

Passed, passed

ここは小道じゃ

This is the path to Hades

鬼神様の小道じゃ

This is the path of ghosts and gods

ちょっと通して下しゃんせ

Pass gently to the other side

The other party didn’t know why, so he just sang the third verse.

This song gave Takashi Hanafusa goosebumps all over his body, and the words he wanted to ask were stuck in his throat as if they were frozen.

Suddenly, the singing stopped.

The girl turned around.

Hanabusa Takashi was frightened by this sudden turning movement and screamed.

But there was no common development in horror movies. The girl did not turn into a ghost with blood on her face. She smiled and said to the two of them: "That's enough. I get lost in the science building from time to time, so it's better not to go there. .”

Only then did Takashi Hanabusa realize that they were now standing on the communication bridge between the science building and the teaching building. The bright moonlight came in through the window, so bright that he didn't even need a flashlight.

The girl said again: "You just wanted to interview me, right? Ask now."

Hanabusa Takashi looked at the girl's slightly mocking smile and swallowed: "No, no, we are done collecting information. We are reporters from the supernatural magazine "Urban Ghost Stories."

As he spoke, Hanabusa Takashi took out fake press credentials. He always keeps a dozen of these in the car and can use them as needed.

Today he happened to be using his identity as a reporter for a supernatural magazine.

"Are you here to interview ghost stories?" The girl's eyes were bright, "Then I have a lot of information to tell you. I am the former president of the school's paranormal club, although now the club has been closed down because no one has joined. Abolition."

Hanabusa Takashi is completely in a state of being unable to get off.

At this time, his good partner extended a helping hand: "Wow, when I took a photo of you just now, I took a supernatural photo!"

After that, he handed the supernatural Polaroid to the girl.

"Let me take a look." The girl excitedly took the photo, but immediately showed a disappointed expression, "Isn't this a very common exposure problem. 99% of supernatural photos are like this, and you can tell they are fake at a glance. "

"Is that so? I think you're quite cautious."

"Well, it's quite prudent. If you post it in a magazine, some light fans will like it. But the readers of "Urban Oddities" are all core enthusiasts, right? If you post such photos, the editorial department will be in trouble Yo."

"Uh, this..."

"I'll teach you how to retouch the picture. You can make this face less obvious, then add some effects around me and dim the lights."

The girl is obviously a real paranormal enthusiast, and she talks endlessly.

"This will make a really cool photo!"

Wakamiya Daisuke nodded: "Okay, I understand."

Then the girl turned around with a satisfied look: "Then, I'm going back to the classroom. You two can go get some information and don't get discovered by the teacher. I'm looking forward to the next issue of Urban Weird Tales."

Hanabusa Takashi: "Well...even if we write something out, we may not get space at the editorial meeting. The big hit this time is the J Tunnel in the city."

Hanabusa Takashi did not simply use someone else's name. He has done his homework. The next issue of Urban Ghost Stories will most likely be on J Tunnel's supernatural album.

"Come on." The girl said and left gracefully.

After the girl disappeared from sight, Daisuke Wakamiya said: "The advice this guy just gave is professional. The supernatural photographers I know will indeed process photos in this way."

"Enthusiasts." Hanabusa Takashi shrugged, "I've heard that there is a group of college students in Osaka who are animation enthusiasts, and they have produced animated short films that can defeat professional animation clubs. I'm afraid this is the same."

After saying that, he looked back at the science building.

He couldn't help but shudder.

"Let's go." He patted his partner on the shoulder. "That's enough. We've photographed enough melancholy high school girls these days. Now go back to the editorial office and maybe we can catch up with the magazine issue on Friday. Journal!"