I teach kendo in Tokyo

Saori became even more interested in Kiryu Kazuma.

Now in her perception, the image of Kiryu Kazuma has undergone some changes.

Then she looked at the fried noodle girl, hesitated for a moment and then asked: "This Kiryuu-san... doesn't want to learn kendo and become a musician?"

"No, he is obsessed with swordsmanship. To me, music and so on feel like a swordsman's little hobby to him? You see in the sword and halberd movies, the swordsman will play a flute or something, right? The worst thing is Also take a leaf and blow on it."

Kitagawa Saori was shocked: "Is it because of this kind of thing that you learned harmonica?"

"Well, I think so. After all, I am his childhood sweetheart, so I know him quite well." The fried noodle girl said confidently, and then added in a low voice, "I know him better than Nanjo and the Chairman."

Kitagawa Saori felt something, but the fried noodles were too fragrant, and she hadn't eaten breakfast, so she lowered her head and took two bites of fried noodles. When she looked up again, the trace of emotion had disappeared from the fried noodle girl's face.

Saori continued to ask: "So, Kazuma Kiryu learns music just to make himself more like a swordsman?"

"Probably... right? I saw that his expression was quite longing when he saw the real swordsman, even though he directly rejected the old gentleman's request to become a disciple."

"It's actually like this! How can it be like this? Music should be...music is not such a superficial thing!"

The fried noodle girl looked at Saori: "Uh... I'm sorry, but I don't think Kazuma meant to belittle music."

"Music is!" Saori Kitagawa ignored the fried noodle girl. "Music is a refuge and a salvation. It is not something that talented people can write casually with such a joking attitude."

The fried noodle girl's first reaction was: "It sounds like the words of those scumbag musicians who apologized and repented after cheating and said that they would go all out to become obsessed with music?"

Kitagawa Saori raised his eyes.

"No, no, that's not what I want to say," the fried noodle girl said quickly, "What I want to say is that Kazuma didn't write it casually. I think he was very serious when he wrote Where the Stars Are. He wrote the third When he died, he had tears in his eyes. Those feelings were definitely not false." The fried noodle girl defended her childhood sweetheart seriously, "Maybe my expression made you misunderstand. I'm sorry!"

Kitagawa Saori devoured the fried noodles, put the lunch box back on the counter of the fried noodle stall, took out the money and slapped it on the table: "I will confirm it with my own eyes."

"You..." the fried noodle girl looked at the pile of change on the table, "this... although we will definitely be short of change today, your handful of change scares me."

Kitagawa Saori didn't say anything and left without looking back.

**

Mikako Fujii looked at the girl leaving and collected the change.

At this time, a girl in her class came over and said, "Who is she? Is she a fan of Kiryu-san? She felt like she was in the second grade just now. That uniform is the uniform of Mingcheng Junior High School, right? She can't really be a girl in the second grade, right?" "

The second grade of middle school here in Japan means the second grade of junior high school. In Japan, high school without the word "中" is called a high school. However, in the Chinese translation, it was translated into high school in order to correspond with the country.

When the Japanese education system was designed, the upper limit for ordinary people was "high school", and there was actually no higher education. Those who went to junior high school were in the field of vocational education and were a parallel expansion of higher education.

That’s why Japan’s full-time universities are so awesome, because they are truly designed to divide classes.

Junior high schools in Japan are called junior high schools, which correspond to higher schools.

The second grade of junior high school originally meant the second grade of junior high school, and then the meaning of the second grade of junior middle school was derived.

Mikako Fujii looked at the back of the girl who was going away and was speechless: "I feel like Kazuma can always attract people who are in the second grade."

"Eh? So he is interested in girls who are in the second grade of junior high school?" Mikako's classmates exclaimed, but obviously the second grader refers to age, "Is that a crime? Is it really okay not to call the police?"

"Don't call the police!" Mikako gently pushed her classmate's waist with her elbow.

**

Kitagawa Saori came to the third floor and found that the door of Class B in the third year had been blocked by reporters. Ordinary visitors like her who wanted to see the martial arts performance performed by Kiryu and Ma's class could only stand at a distance. aside.

The people in Class A of the third year are very business-minded and put a plastic foam box in the corridor with a bunch of popsicles inside.

"Popsicles! Popsicles are on sale! 200 yen each!" A male student with a fashionable parted hair sat on a bench next to a foam box and shouted at the top of his lungs.

Judging from the stack of banknotes in his hand, business was pretty good.

Kitagawa Saori was about to buy a popsicle when another boy ran over with an iron box containing cookies and placed it at the boy's feet.

"No, the whole school can't change coins. It doesn't look like the change prepared by each school is much."

"What the hell?" The boy hawking looked at the empty tin box, "There's no change left. We've all taken out all the coins in everyone's pockets."

"You can't sell them unless you give them coins." The boy who just went to exchange coins put his hands on his hips and unbuttoned his collar with one hand and said, "Or sell them in packages, five of them together, and take a thousand yen note. enough."

Saori Kitagawa took out two hundred-yuan coins from his pocket, walked up to the two of them, and stretched out his hand: "I want a popsicle."

"Damn it, goddess!" the boy hawking said exaggeratedly. After taking the coins, he opened the foam box and said, "I'll get you the coldest one from the bottom."

"No, let me start melting it. I can't eat anything too cold, it's not good for my throat."

"Hey, me." The boy didn't pay much attention to the last sentence. He took one from the top of the foam box and handed it to Saori.

Shaxuri licked the popsicle, carefully letting the water warm up in his mouth before swallowing it.

The reporters seemed to have no intention of giving in. It seemed that ordinary people would not be able to see the first performance of Class B in the third year.

Sasuri decided to go somewhere else to kill time.

The flyer she just got seemed to say that there would be a free talent show by students in the auditorium, and the program included a band from this school's students.

Although the level of student bands is mostly the same, sometimes you can see very powerful and rare ones.

For example, the trio that appeared on stage at the cultural festival of Minejo University High School last year has now become a legend among music lovers.

It is said that the three of them have never appeared on stage together again, and two of them were promoted to the same department of Fengcheng University, so they are also strangers.

Sasori Kitagawa thought that maybe this time he could witness a wave of legends in Kitagawa...

Just as she was about to leave, she heard a strong female voice coming from Class B in the third year - although the volume was so loud that it could be heard clearly in the entire corridor, it would not make people think that this person was rude for shouting. .

Kitagawa Saori knew as soon as he heard this that this woman had practiced.

"You give way! Our performance is open to everyone, but you are blocking the road. What do others think? There is no audience under the age of 20 in the classroom during the cultural festival. How is this inappropriate?"

The reporters obviously did not accept this. Someone asked loudly: "Are you Tamamo Jinguji? Your home is that famous wagashi shop, right?"

Before the reporter finished speaking, a deafening roar came from Class B in the third year: "You told me to make way for me! Why don't you listen to me? My tone changed when I yelled so loudly." Ah!"

Saori Kitagawa was shocked. When she heard it, she knew that this woman had received professional alto training. The roar made the windows in the corridor buzz.

The reporters who had been noisy just now were forced back by the sheer volume of violence.

Kitagawa Saori found a road leading to the third-year Class B classroom in front of him.

Just like Moses parted the sea.

She trotted into the classroom quickly.