I teach kendo in Tokyo

While Kazuma was dealing with the quiz, Hakumine Uine-Kitagawa Saori happened to push open the door of the earth room of the musical instrument store and threw the latest weekly magazine Fang Chun next to the workbench of the shop owner who was repairing the piano.

"Do you have this audio?"

"Yes, but Fang Chun was bragging this time. The audio recording effect is very poor. I can only vaguely hear a little bit. It's difficult to even find someone to pick up the score."

"That's it, let's listen to it." Kitagawa Saori said.

The owner pointed to the four-speaker Toshiba recorder in the room.

Kitagawa Saori ran over and found that a box of unlabeled tapes had been placed in the tape recorder.

She pressed play, and a very unidentifiable voice came from the tape recorder.

Kitagawa Saori paused for a few words before pressing the stop button, and then washed the tape with her backhand.

"Hey, what are you doing! This belt is not easy to get rid of now." The shop owner said with a look of regret.

"If you keep listening, you will want to listen to the full version, and then beg the person to give you the full version." Kitagawa Saori said angrily, "Why does a gambler have talent? Why does he have talent but not Want to be a musician?"

Shopkeeper: "As far as I know, he is also very talented, and now he is a hero in Osaka. Maybe a local TV station in Osaka will ask him to be a guest in the future. Just like Hiroshima TV is now looking for that person The baseball captain cooks food and explores this and that.”

Kitagawa Saori suddenly raised his eyebrows: "Baseball captain? What the hell?"

"Ah, don't worry, it's a topic for a middle-aged man who likes baseball. It's probably a former ace pitcher who has passed away. Inexplicably, he became the host of a popular program on a local TV station. As a result, he became the team's mascot. By the time he was thirty-seven The story of being able to pitch in the first army at the age of 18.”

"Tsk." Kitagawa Shaxuri was speechless, "Tell me not to pay attention, and don't explain it anymore. I don't understand your explanations."

The shopkeeper laughed, as if angering Kitagawa Saori was his purpose.

After laughing, he seemed to suddenly remember something, pointed to the container and said: "Oh, by the way, Sony Music has released an album by Kazuma Kiryu. If you want to listen to it, it's on that shelf."

Kitagawa Saori turned around and came to the shelf with a complicated expression. He searched for it and found the cassette with Kiryu Kazuma's name on it, took it out and opened it.

"Why is the packaging so old-fashioned?" she complained with a frown.

"Maybe it's because Kiryu-kun is a kendo master by profession?"

Saori Kitagawa took out the tape, went to the machine where she had just washed the blank tape, and inserted the tape into the second card slot.

This kind of machine has dual card slots to facilitate ripping, and it also provides a built-in ripping channel to ensure that no noise is recorded.

The publishing house that publishes audio and video products approached Toshiba to protest this design, but Toshiba's legal department didn't even look at the publishing house.

Because Toshiba does not feel that the nascent audio-visual publishing industry has the ability to sue its wealthy self.

Toshiba's recorder is selling so well that even professional singers use it to record demos and practice singing at home.

Kitagawa Saori frowned slightly as he listened to the melody coming from the tape recorder.

"I don't like this rearrangement. It's too close to the style of today's idols. The original song should be more ethereal, which is a complete waste of a good song." Kitagawa Saori said and pressed the record button again to wash the tape. , but this time she was stopped by the shop owner.

"Are you here to trouble me? This tape is very easy to sell now. The original version is almost out of stock, and the copied version is everywhere."

Kitagawa Saori curled his lips.

She left the tape in the tape recorder and let the machine play Kazuma Kiryu's music. Then she turned to the shop owner: "Has my guitar been repaired?"

"It's set up over there. If you want to imitate other people's smashing of guitars, be more thorough, and then come to me to fix it after you've done it. I can tell you, the tone of your guitar has deteriorated a lot now. I'll try my best. If you smash it again, I won’t repair it.”

"I just want to learn how others play the guitar with their teeth. I want to know what the world looks like when he plays with his teeth."

“The world doesn’t change because of what people who look at him are doing.”

Kitagawa Saori didn't answer. She picked up her guitar and gently strummed the strings.

Then she improvised the chords to the melody played by the tape recorder.

The shopkeeper glanced at Kitagawa Shaori, said nothing, and continued to repair the piano with his head down.

It was just a song. Kitagawa Shaxuli asked in a low voice: "What does it feel like to be a hero?"

"You ask me?" The shop owner raised his head, as if lost in memories, and said after a moment, "I can't remember clearly. The most heroic moment in my life was when I walked along the railway with my guitar on my back. In one day and night, it seems like I can reach the ends of the earth like this."

Kitagawa Saori asked: "Then what?"

"Then of course I remembered that Japan is an island country. Later, I thought it was too darkly humorous, so I wrote a song about it."

Kitagawa Saori laughed unceremoniously.

"Are you smiling too much? Be careful that I don't repair your guitar."

Kitagawa Saori quickly stopped laughing.

The owner continued: "Speaking of which, I heard an interesting news that last night Taiei Pictures decided to ask Kazuma Kiryu to write a theme song to save their critical mistake."

"oh?"

"Their bargaining chip is probably to ask you to sing Japanese songs."

"Looking for me? They have a beautiful idea."

"The production committee of Taiei's movie Tokyo Express is an affiliated company of Kanto United."

Kitagawa Saori's face immediately became unsightly.

The shop owner glanced at her and said, "Isn't this great? You can sing and you can fulfill your daughter's duties."

Saori Kitagawa pursed her lips, and the hand holding the guitar seemed to be filled with lead.

Shop owner: "You yearn for rock and roll but don't rock rock thoroughly. In the final analysis, you are still too weak."

Kitagawa Saori wanted to retort, but he held it in for a long time and couldn't hold back a word.

As a result, the atmosphere in the music store cooled down. No one spoke for a long time, only the melody played on the tape was still echoing.

**

Kiryu and Ma originally thought that since Fang Chunzheng was out like this, many reporters would come to harass them, but when school was over, they didn't see a few reporters.

"No wonder Fang Chun wrote about you in such a small font size on the cover," Mikako teased, "It didn't make any waves at all. I thought I was going to see the army of reporters again."

Nanjo said: "Actually, it is quite unusual to see the army of reporters frequently. Even famous celebrities will not be besieged by reporters all day long. At most, they will have some paparazzi following them."

As soon as he heard the word "paparazzi", Kazuma immediately turned around and looked around. While observing, he asked the girls: "By the way, these bastards could hear me singing that morning. I'm afraid they weren't staring at us all the time. Have you noticed?" Are there any suspicious people around?"

"Not found." Nanjo shook his head, "If someone is following, my SPs should find it."

Kazuma thought for a while and realized that was indeed the case. The bodyguards of the Nanjo family were all professionals, and it was impossible for them to be followed without realizing it.

How did you record the sound? Did the paparazzi following Tomoyo Fangshan really discover my information by the way?

Mikako: "It should be the paparazzi with Hinami or Tomoyo Katayama."

Because the timing of Mikako's words was so synchronized with her own thinking, Kazuma couldn't help but praise her: "That's right. You occasionally say something very reasonable."

"What do you mean? After all, I am also a B grade in Sophia University's Department of English! A B grade! Among all the students in Japan, I am at least a phoenix."

"Well, that's great, Mikako." Tamamo Jinguji, who received an A grade from the Faculty of Law at the University of Tokyo, nodded.

Then Honami Nanjo, an A-level judge from Keio University's Department of Political Science, said: "Compared to the summer, Mikako has really made huge progress."

Finally, Kiryu Kazuma, who was judged B by the Faculty of Law of the University of Tokyo, lightly patted Mikako on the shoulder: "I tentatively recognize your efforts."

"What! What do you mean by your attitude! Damn it, don't forget Danzi and Nanjo, you are B judge. Why are you talking to me in such a condescending tone?"

Kazuma: "I am your master."

Mikako was speechless for a moment.

She paid her tuition and her name was listed under the apprentice column of Kiryu Dojo, so Kazuma was indeed his master and was indeed qualified to use such a condescending tone towards her.

Mikako held it in for a while before she finally said: "It's boring if you do this!"

Kazuma laughed.

Jinguji Tamamo urged: "Hurry up and go home to review. The exam will be in March, it's only a few months away."

So Kiryu and his party headed home as usual - as usual, they first picked up Chiyoko, then bought some daily rations, and then went to the used bookstore to see if there were any suitable old teaching aids in stock.

When we get back to Kiryu's house, we will hold a study session directly at the dojo.

This rhythm has been basically the same for more than a month.

Halfway through the study session, when each other was correcting papers during the intermission, Mikako asked again: "So how will the movie end?"

Kazuma shrugged: "It's none of our business. You can end it however you like. Anyway, I earned my salary."

"How much is the difference between your tuition fees?" Mikako asked again, "If it's much less, just write a song."

Although Mikako was not present when producer Nagata came in the morning, Kazuma had already told her everything about the morning during their chat at noon.

Kazuma glanced at Chiyoko who was reviewing next to him. Chiyoko immediately said: "Brother's tuition fees are basically collected. It's just a matter of counting the tuition fees for you to come to the dojo in the next few months. That's enough. But... pay After the tuition is over, our family will have no money.”

Kazuma: "You said 'Brother, our family is rich' this morning."

"I didn't count the exact amount of money in the envelope this morning. The University of Tokyo is obviously a public school, but the tuition is still so expensive. Fortunately, our family is in Tokyo and we don't have to rent a house. We can save a lot of money on rent. Otherwise, I don't know where to go. With the money, I can study for four years.”

Hema was speechless, and then quietly glanced at the richest woman present.

In his previous life, He Ma also followed the trend and made a lot of bad memes on the Internet saying "Auntie, I don't want to work hard anymore", but now that the rich woman is really in front of him, he no longer wants to be a pretty boy.

It seems that we can only place our hope in "Wang Li Space Force". According to the history of the previous time and space, Anno and his gang will deceive a large amount of investment, and the development of this time and space will definitely be similar.

When the time comes, I, as a musician, will definitely be able to get a share of the money and solve the problem of being short of money.

As for working hard to make new movies in the future to pay off debts, Kazuma has decided that he will only be a part-time worker in this project. After settling the salary, he will run away, leaving the debt to Anno and his gang.

At that time, I will be my policeman, and you guys can work hard and make movies to pay off your debts.

While Kazuma was having a slap on the abacus, Nanjo looked at him and said: "Actually, I can try to persuade grandpa, and then let the security manpower dispatch company under the Nanjo Consortium hire Kazuma to be a swordsmanship instructor, so that we can It can solve most of the problems.”

Before Kazuma could reply, Jinguji spoke up: "Mr. Nanjo, didn't you say that solving the tuition problem independently is also part of the test? If this is convenient, will Mr. Nanjo approve of Kazuma?"

Kazuma glanced at Gongji and smelled the smell of palace fighting.

He decided to pretend he was about to poop and hide for a while.

So he stood up holding his stomach: "Oh, my stomach suddenly bloated and I can't hold it in anymore. I'll come as soon as I can."

Without waiting for the girls to react, Hema turned around and ran away.

When he came back from the bathroom, the chairman, Nanjo and Mikako were grading each other's papers, looking happy.

Kazuma was actually quite curious and wanted to know who won.

But this thing is hard to ask. He could only suppress his curiosity and take a seat.

As soon as my butt hit the seat cushion, I heard someone ringing the doorbell.

Mikako raised her head, glanced in the direction of the entrance, and asked, "The reporter is finally here?"

"I don't know, let me take a look." Kazuma stood up, walked quickly out into the yard, and walked directly around to the front door, where he saw a man dressed as a postman standing at the door.

The postman also saw him and asked directly: "Is it Mr. Kiryu?"

"Yes, it's me." Kazuma nodded, "What, do you have my letter?"

Generally, letters will be put directly into the mail box at the door.

And it's already evening now, so the postman should normally get off work.

The postman nodded: "Registered package, please send it directly to you."

Kazuma's heart skipped a beat. According to the routine of Cthulhu series works, a new dungeon was about to be opened.

He stepped forward with a suspicious look on his face and signed his name on the receipt - then he remembered that in Japan, just a signature is not enough, it must have the owner's seal.

"Chiyoko, bring our family's seal." Kazuma said.

"Coming." Chiyoko responded.

The postman was younger and less disciplined. He gave the package to Kazuma without waiting for the seal to be stamped.

Kazuma looked carefully at the signature on the envelope and found that it was not an anonymous letter - a new copy of those Cthulhu-based stories, this had to be an anonymous letter.

The letter came from Sony Music. I weighed it with the horse and found that it was quite heavy.

Chiyoko came over with the seal and looked at the package with curiosity: "Who sent it?"

"Sony music."

"Eh? Could it be that... the album couldn't be sold, so it was sent to us to offset the royalties?"

Kazuma couldn't help but frown. Although he knew the history of another time and space, and knew that Sonny music would dominate the Japanese music scene in the future, but... there was no certainty about this.

He weighed the package and reassured Chiyoko: "The package is quite tight, and it doesn't look like a cassette inside."

"Oh, that's okay."

At this time, the postman confirmed the seal, then saluted Kazuma and rode away on his bicycle.

Kazuma handed the seal back to Chiyoko, took the package and returned to the dojo doubtfully, throwing it on the ground.

The package made a loud sound when it hit the ground, and the sound was very muffled. It was obvious that the contents inside were very "substantial".

Kazuma muttered to himself, "I wish Benima was some indescribable statue." He took the scissors from Chiyoko and carefully opened the package.

After opening the package, he found a thick pile of bundled letters inside.

The top letter had no address or postmark, it just said "Yours sincerely, Mr. Kiryu".

Kazuma took out the letter, tore it open and took a look at the paper. It read: "Teacher Kiryu, long time no see, long-lost greetings. What I am sending this time are letters from listeners who came from all over the country after the album was released. We have not opened and read all the letters addressed to Kiryu-sensei by name.

"In addition, there are some that were sent to our company without naming Kiryu-sensei, but they warmly praised the teacher's music throughout. We have also selected some of them and sent them together."

The letter was signed "Oiwakawa Houichi".

Kazuma finished reading the letter from producer Oiwakawa, and then looked down at the thick pile of letters, feeling a little complicated.

Jinguji: "This move is to use the audience's kindness to encourage you to continue creating. The time is also perfect. They should have channels to get the weekly magazine before it goes on the market. At that time, they will select the letters and mail them registered parcels. The time has truly come.”

Kazuma scratched his head: "Ah this..."

Mikako reached out and picked up an envelope: "Wow, there are stars painted on this envelope and perfume is sprayed on it. It must be written by a girl. Can I tear it up?"

Kazuma nodded: "Tear it apart."

Mikako happily tore open the envelope and took out the letter paper inside.

"Oh, colorful letter paper! The handwriting is also very delicate! Wait, why didn't I write a few Chinese characters? They are all pseudonyms! No, Kazuma, this is not good, there is no culture."

Mikako closed the colored letter and stuffed it back into the envelope with a look of disgust on her face.

Kazuma: "I noticed that since you got the B judgment, you started to regard yourself as a cultural person."

"Am I not? B judgment!"

Nanjo: "Oh, there are a lot of words in this letter, and the words are written with such force that they penetrate the back of the paper. He may be a male... He actually calls himself 'I'm here'!"

Jinguji also opened one letter, and after taking it out, he immediately showed it to everyone: "My letter was written with a brush."

Kazuma was shocked: "Really or not? I didn't write any very classical music."

The chairman of the committee had already lowered his head to read the letter written with a calligraphy pen. He looked at her and smiled: "Pfft, this is a letter scolding you for writing a Mi Mi sound."

At this time, Chiyoko also had itchy hands and opened one.

"Wow," she exclaimed in a low voice, "I have photos in this letter."

So everyone gathered around and looked at the photo that Chiyoko had taken out.

Kazuma: "Average."

Nanjo hit him: "What do you say to a girl who mustered up the courage to send you a photo? But it's really average."

At this moment, Hinami Rina came in from the courtyard carelessly: "Master, I'm coming in!

"Huh? What are you doing?"

Kazuma looked back at her and said, "I am opening the letter sent to me by the person who bought the album."

"Oh? So many?" Rina Hinami ran over, reached out and grabbed a handful of letters from the package, "Let me see, this is from Iwate Prefecture, this is..."

Kazuma: "Is your work in the student union over?"

Hinami was late today because of the regular meeting of the student union.

"Yes. The student council wanted to hold a Christmas party and put forward some very boring proposals. I was convinced. Those boys were so confident and thought their proposals were the best."

"The school still holds a Christmas party?" Kazuma was dumbfounded. He had held a Christmas party in his class in his previous life, but it was just a small activity during evening self-study after convincing the teacher, pushing the table to the side, and letting the students perform their own talents.

"Well, the event with the highest number of votes now is the Christmas ballroom dance. I'm convinced. How many of these boys can dance ballroom dancing? Let's do this. Anyway, I submitted the proposal to the school. Let's see if the school approves it. "

Hinami said, opening the letter he selected.

"Wow, this is Kiryu-sensei, I love you," she exclaimed, "'Kiriyu-sensei's music is like the bright moon in the sky...'"

When He Ma heard it, he felt that this word seemed familiar...

At this time, his eldest disciple Amao came in from the yard. When he saw them opening letters, Amao said with doubts: "I... don't know where so many letters came from, but according to Japanese law, opening other people's letters privately is prohibited." It’s illegal…”

"These letters are all addressed to me," Kazuma said.

"Oh, that's okay. So what kind of letter is it?"

"My audience."

Amao blinked: "Oh, then...congratulations, Master?"

Kazuma waved his hand.