I teach kendo in Tokyo

On the second day in the hospital, Kazuma woke up and felt that the pain in his abdomen had eased a lot, at least it no longer hurt when he turned over.

Originally, after Kazuma suffered so many secondary injuries from the girls yesterday, he felt that his injuries would probably get worse.

Kazuma couldn't help but look at the amulet that Tamamo Jinguji asked for after climbing the stairs of the shrine a hundred times.

Is this really the effect of this thing?

Kazuma wanted to sit up and get the amulet, but his waist was so painful that he almost burst into tears.

——It doesn’t seem to be that effective.

Kazuma, who lay back on the bed obediently, turned to look next to him.

Honami didn't sleep next to his bed today. She originally wanted to do this, but the girls persuaded her to go back.

Kazuma remembered what Jinguji Tamamo said last night, which played a decisive role: "When you stay here, your biggest task is to help him go to the toilet. You might as well let Amao do this."

At this time, Kazuma remembered that Amao stayed in the ward last night. He looked around the ward and did not see his apprentice.

"Amao?" he shouted.

"Here." Amao got up from the ground and threw the newspaper covering him aside, "What's wrong, Master, do you need to pee?"

"No, no, I just want to see where you are. Are you so skilled at using newspapers as a quilt to cover yourself?"

Amao smiled: "When I was a delinquent in the past, it was quite miserable sometimes. The money in my pocket was robbed by more powerful delinquents. The 'broilers' hadn't gone to class yet, so they couldn't get it, and they didn't want to go home, so I have no choice but to sleep on the street.”

Ah Mao paused and sighed: "At that time, I had never read a book and had no knowledge. I just took it for granted that the world was like this, cold and ruthless, the weak and the strong."

Kazuma asked with a smile: "What about now? How do you see the world now?"

“The world is indeed dark and gloomy, but there are also people like you, Master, who can eliminate violence and bring peace to the people. There are also many smart people who are always thinking about how to make the world fairer.

“They may still be far from complete success, but the world is definitely getting better.

"In order to prepare for the Tokyo University exam, I read a lot of history books. My biggest feeling is that compared to the Middle Ages, the Viking Age, and even the Tokugawa period a hundred years ago, our society has indeed changed for the better."

Kazuma laughed: "Yeah, looking at the history of mankind, on the one hand, you will lament why humans always repeat the same mistakes, and on the other hand, you will actually feel the progress.

“For example, in the era of French King Louis XIV, men wore high heels because the city’s infrastructure was poor and the ground was covered with dirt and other dirt.

"So noble men need high heels to ensure that their feet and beautiful stockings are not stained. But by the time of Sherlock Holmes, there was no mud in London. Only by the mud on the feet of the client could Holmes judge whether he was today. Rushing into town from country estates.”

Amao looked at Kazuma in surprise: "I... have never paid attention to such details. Now in Tokyo, even if you go to rural places like Mitaka, as long as you don't climb mountains, it's hard to get mud on your feet."

"So now detectives can use the mud on their feet to target the client to a smaller range."

After talking to Ma, Amao nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, you can still study like this, and you have learned a lesson. Is it true that Master relied on this kind of meticulousness to become a supporter of the police?"

Kazuma nodded: "That's exactly it."

Never mind what the truth is, it's the truth now.

After saying that, Hema suddenly felt anxious and said to Amao, "Come on, help me get up and go to the toilet."

**

After returning from the toilet, Kazuma's head was so painful that he was sweating. It seemed that the injury on his stomach would not heal unless he lay down for two weeks.

No, is it really okay to lie down for two weeks?

He Ma has been reading the memoirs of World War II veterans all his life. They usually recuperate for half a year. Counting retraining after return, it usually takes more than a year.

Kazuma began to worry that he would also have to lie in a hospital bed for half a year.

Let’s not talk about dropping schoolwork or anything like that. Anyway, with Jinguji’s help, I can catch up quickly.

But in the past six months, I couldn't go shopping with girls - no, I couldn't level up and increase my strength, just wasting my time, which Kazuma couldn't accept.

After finally catching Hiranaka Minoru as a personal coach in the Dongda Kendo Club, Kazuma also wanted to pass on all the rules of Beichen's Itto-ryu as soon as possible.

The main thing is that Beichen's Itto-ryu style definitely has gun-using moves. Now that I can legally hold a gun, I have to have matching moves.

There is also a gun license, which can only be obtained after receiving training. I have been hospitalized for half a year. What if the police officer named Kato forgets about this?

As Kazuma was thinking about this, he couldn't help but cheer for his body in his mind.

At this time, Amao came back from outside and said to Kazuma: "The new daily newspaper has arrived. Master, do you want to read it?"

"Yes." Kazuma took the newspaper and asked Amao casually, "What should you do if you work part-time?"

"I'm asking for leave, because I'm responsible for too many blocks, and I seem to be causing trouble to Sang, the director of the newspaper delivery station."

Kazuma shook his head. He couldn't understand Amao's very Japanese thinking: "Why are you causing trouble to others? Before, you overfulfilled the task and saved the stationmaster Sang labor costs and helped him. Now you are asking for help?" You must take leave to take care of your mentor, it’s reasonable and you don’t owe him anything.”

"Is that so?" Amao scratched his head, "I thought only bad people would think like this."

"It's right to think like this. What's problematic is the values ​​​​of ordinary Japanese people."

"Master's teachings, I remember them." Amao said seriously.

Kazuma began to read the newspaper, and then discovered that the headline on the front page was not the previous explosion, but the news that the United States announced the Star Wars plan.

There is a certain discrepancy between the timeline of this world and the immediate life, so some things may be advanced and some may be delayed, but they are generally consistent.

It’s almost time for Star Wars.

The Soviet Union's Western August 1st exercise, which frightened the entire NATO, is about to begin.

This exercise not only frightened the West, but also frightened a poor boy who was preparing to earn a small amount of money to moisturize his withered waistband so much that it frightened the West when the whole world did not engage in such things as tank destroyers. A "Last Ferdinand" artillery destroyer was launched.

Moreover, the poor boy was frightened. From then on, all the howitzers he developed required high chamber pressure to launch armor-piercing projectiles and hit tanks with flat shots. Even truck guns could hit tanks with flat shots.

Kazuma recalled the things he discussed with people on the forum when he was a military fan in his previous life, and he felt a surge of nostalgia for no reason.

It's a pity that he can only be Japanese in this life. He feels like a hidden agent who has lost contact with the organization.

Kazuma suppressed the surging thoughts and turned to the next page.

This edition finally has news about the explosion.

Kazuma finished reading the report and frowned.

This report basically said nothing. It mainly reported how sad the families of the dead police officers were, what kind of methods the police planned to use to comfort the families, etc.

There is no information in the report that is of interest to Kazuma.

The most critical thing is that this report only mentions Kiryu Kazuma. "It is understood that Mr. Kiryu Kazuma, who was famous in Osaka before, also provided help in the resolution of this incident."

Kazuma is a little unhappy. Did I provide any help? I will destroy all my enemies.

But then I thought about it, it was a good thing that no reporters would bother me. Anyway, important people must know Kazuma Kiryu's achievements. In the future, if he joins the Sakurada Gate and becomes a professional group, this achievement will become Kazuma's qualifications.

Kazuma casually flipped through the newspaper again, looking at the military section's report on the war in Afghanistan, and then at the entertainment section.

It seems that Yakushiji Hiroko will have a conflict with Kawakaku according to the original world line.

Entertainment news reporters actually went to interview Matsu Seiko for his views on this matter.

Matsu Seiko was also miserable. Last year's new single "Blue Coral Reef" sold well. I originally thought that the chart would be stable, but I didn't expect that Hiroko Yakushiji came out at the end of the year. Her song "Sailor Suit and Machine Gun" directly became a national hit with the blessing of the movie. Divine Comedy.

This year, it seems that Hiroko is going to hide herself in the snow. Before she can be happy, entertainment reporters come to expose the scars.

Kazuma finished flipping through the entertainment section and saw no news about Tomoyo Fangshan.

In the first movie she starred in, everyone's focus was on the martial arts instructor, which is quite tragic when you think about it.

Kazuma put down the newspaper and was about to read the book Aramaki had brought before, when Jinguji Tamamo opened the door and came in.

"I'll take over," Tamamo said, "Ikeda-kun, please go home and rest."

Amao waved his hand: "No, I slept on the floor all night last night. I haven't slept on the floor for a long time. I miss it very much. I slept soundly."

Tamamo: "Be obedient and go back to the dojo."

Amao glanced at Kazuma and then nodded: "Then I'll leave it to you, Senior Sister Jinguji."

With that said, Amao bowed slightly to Tamamo, took his coat, and left the room.

Jinguji Tamamo came to Kazuma's hospital bed, sat down and untied the collar of the waistcoat, took off the waistcoat, folded it and put it on the bedside table.

Kazuma looked at Tamamo's white and smooth shoulders and smiled: "Is it so hot in Tokyo today?"

"Yeah, the weather forecast says it's the result of El Niño and global warming."

Kazuma smiled and said, "Actually, it's because the Little Ice Age is about to end."

"It's possible. Are you actually involved in climatology?"

Kazuma hurriedly explained: "Aren't there stories in detective novels about using climatology to solve old cases? I think it's right to understand it."

Tamamo frowned: "The old cases that can be solved using climatology have already passed the prosecution period, right?"

"Although the prosecution period has passed, if the injustice is overturned, it can be regarded as justice being served."

Tamamo: "That makes sense. Is there anything interesting in the news?"

Kazuma glanced at the newspaper in his hand and shrugged: "Nothing, the Americans have a plan to deceive the Soviet Union and start a space arms race. Oh, by the way, Argentina has also started asking the UK for the Falklands... I mean, Falkland Islands.”

Japan has always regarded itself as a non-staff member of NATO, so Japanese news refers to the Falkland Islands according to the British name.

Because China wants to stand on the anti-imperialist side, it is called the Malvinas Islands according to Argentina.

Tamamo looked at Kazuma with a complicated expression: "...You once said that Thatcher would take tough measures."

Kazuma: "Yes, she can."

"Will Britain send an expeditionary force? Does Britain still have the strength to launch a transatlantic expedition?"

Kazuma: "It should be... yes?"

Tamamo nodded, then changed the subject: "On my way here, I saw the magazine Fang Chun came out, and many people bought it. Guess who is on the cover."

Kazuma frowned and pointed at himself: "It can't be me, can it?"

Tamamo took out the latest issue of Weekly Fang Chun from her bag and showed the cover to Kazuma.

At a glance, you can see the Roman shield phalanx formed by the police mobile team. In front of the shield phalanx, Kiryu Kazuma held a PPK pistol and walked towards the front with a step that exuded the aura of a king.

This time, Fang Chun, a weekly magazine, changed from his usual practice of not printing such sensational sentences in large text on the cover, so he posted this picture.

It seems that the person responsible for the cover production feels that this picture is impactful enough, and any text is superfluous.

He is right.

The moment Kazuma saw this cover, his DNA reacted, and his mind was full of sentences like "The King of Soldiers returned and found his sister living in a doghouse and he was so angry that he ****ed her."

Kazuma looked at himself on the cover and touched his chin: "Am I...so mad?"

"It shows that the person who processed the photos is very good at painting." Tamamo said, then turned the magazine around so that the cover faced him. She stared at the cover for a few seconds and then smiled.

"I bought three copies, just for this cover," she said.

Kazuma was a little happy to be flattered unexpectedly. Just when he was about to tease Tamamo, Kitagawa Saori opened the door and came in.

"What, there's already someone there." Kitagawa Saori curled his lips and came to Kazuma's bed, "I only have minor injuries, so I will be discharged from the hospital today. Come and be with you."

"Be careful," Kazuma said to Saori Kitagawa. "If you can't, just run away to my dojo. I have a spare room for you."

"Thank you for your concern, but it's not necessary. I don't go home very often. Sometimes when I get stuck writing songs, I go to the Earth Room to sleep for a night." Kitagawa Saori had an indifferent expression, and then she saw Tamamo Tate magazine, "Is that the new Fang Chun?"

Tamamo turned the magazine cover to Kitagawa Saori: "Look, does it look good?"

"Oh, he's quite handsome." Saori Kitagawa frankly admitted that Kazuma in the picture is handsome. "The photography skills are really amazing. Just using pictures can distort the facts and confuse black and white."

Tamamo: "I bought three copies. If you want, I can give you one."

"I don't want it." Kitagawa Saori decisively refused, then turned to Kazuma, "Goodbye, let's play together after you are discharged from the hospital."

"No, I don't want to be hit by such a big flying prop again. The key is not to knock the prop down, but to catch her."

"I'll kill you." Kitagawa Saori said, punching Kazuma's knee, "Let's go."

After saying that, she turned around and swung her twin ponytails high.

Kazuma looked at her hair, suddenly remembered something, and said to her: "Did your hairpin fall off when you were attacked by URB fans? I'll give you a new one!"

"No! You definitely can't choose something good-looking with your aesthetics." Kitagawa Saori flatly refused, turned around and made a face at Kazuma, and then walked out of the ward.

Kazuma couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, and then remembered that Jinguji Tamamo was still there, and quickly turned his eyes away: "Well, I want to generate income for the dojo."

"You don't need to explain this kind of thing to me. I am a woman who has lived from the time when there was Ooku to now." Tamamo said.

"But I think your ideas are quite keeping pace with the times." He Ma said.

"After all, immortal species that cannot adapt to the changes of the times will end badly." Tamamo said with a smile, "But adapting to the times does not mean that the concept must completely change."

Just as Kazuma was about to comment, Tamamo took out a headband with cat ears from her bag: "I bought this as a favor for you."

After speaking, Tamamo put the cat-ear headband on her head and made a cat-like hand gesture to Kazuma: "Meow."

"Hey, old lady, stop doing this."

"I'm only eighteen, really."

At this time, Aramaki, Shiratori and others arrived at the door and were about to knock on the door. However, they saw the scene through the glass observation window on the door and hid again.

"Come in, Arakawa-san, Shiratori-san." Kazuma said loudly.

Tamamo quickly took off the cat-ear headband, then fiddled with her hair and covered her red ears with hair strands.

This reaction really makes me look like an eighteen-year-old girl, but I don’t know if it’s her acting skills.

Shiratori pushed open the door and came in. He glanced at Tamamo awkwardly, and then said to Kazuma: "Well, we are here to talk to you about something that is not easy to put on the table."

"Police departments belonging to two search bureaus and a gonggan came to me to tell me things that couldn't be put on the table. They suddenly felt that I was so powerful."

"It's a fact that it's awesome." Shiratiao said.

Tamamo stood up and gave up her seat, then picked up the thermos bottle on the bedside table: "Sit down, everyone. I'll get some water."

After that she left.

Shiratori Akira supported Aramaki, who was still injured, and sat in the seat given by Tamamo.

Detective Shimakata Yoshiaki glanced at Tamamo who was leaving and said, "She is such a good wife, but haven't I heard that the girl from the Jinguji family... uh..."

Kazuma knew that Shimakata Yoshiaki wanted to say that the Jinguji family had released rumors to cover up Tamamo's immortality, so he said: "She is different, she can grow up normally."

Yoshiaki Shimakata gasped: "Is that so? So...the previous rumors are all true?"

Kazuma: "I didn't say that."

Shiratori Akira: "Indeed. Let's not mention this for now. We are here to tell you that the CIA has begun to exert pressure."

"Why?" Kazuma looked surprised.

"I don't know. The CIA never explains to us why they do what they do." Aramaki shrugged, "Will you explain your every move to your dog?"

Kazuma: "I've never had a dog."

Really not, not in two lifetimes.

You can give it a try in the future. After all, the yard of the dojo is really big, so you don’t have to worry about the dog having no room to play.

Aramaki was speechless: "Actually, I haven't raised one either. My house hasn't been renovated yet. If I raise a dog, he might tear down my wooden house."

No, no, ordinary dogs can't do it, only Arasas can.

Shiratori Akira: "In short, we can't continue investigating this matter. Although the prisoner's body has not been found, the superiors are still preparing to close the case with the prisoner being shot dead.

"In addition, Jun Nishida, who killed Hoshiko Aikawa, died in the explosion. This time, three consecutive cases have been closed at once. Congratulations, congratulations, congratulations."

Kazuma frowned: "Are you in such a hurry? What on earth does the CIA want to do?"

"I just said that no one will explain to their dog what they are going to do." Aramaki said again, "That's why we came here. Does Kiryu-sensei have any ideas?"

Kazuma: "What can I think? I'm an ordinary college student."

Shimakata Yoshiaki, Shiratori Akira and Aramaki looked at each other and laughed together.

Kazuma pouted.

After Aramaki finished laughing, he asked Kazuma seriously: "You really have no idea?"

"No. Really." Kazuma answered frankly.

"Okay, let's talk about the second thing." Shiratori shook his head, "Aramaki-kun, let's talk about it."

Aramaki nodded and said: "The Metropolitan Police Department is planning to hold a memorial service for those who died in this incident. In theory, only people from the police and gonggan will participate, and of course reporters. But we plan to apply together and let Mr. Kiryu attend. This memorial service.”

Kazuma: "Is it appropriate for me to go?"

"Of course it is appropriate. Although there is no actual confirmation that the prisoner is dead, everyone in the police community believes that Teacher Kiryu shot the prisoner to death. You avenged your fallen comrades, and you should be invited to this memorial service."

Kazuma thought for a moment and nodded: "Okay, I'll go. But I'm afraid my injury won't heal within two weeks..."

Shiratori smiled: "You want to get better in two weeks? You think too much. Don't worry, we will use a wheelchair to push you there, and you can just sit down the whole time."

Kazuma nodded: "Okay, this is settled."

"Then we will pick you up on the day of the memorial service. It will probably be scheduled after the Golden Week. After all, the officials have to spend the Golden Week holiday with their families."

Kazuma glanced at Yoshiaki Shimakata, who was complaining, and thought that this guy was actually an anti-system faction.

Shiratori Akira: "Then, there is one last thing left. This matter is actually my request for help."

Seeing Shiratori's serious expression, Kazuma also became serious.

"You tell me."

"Recently, the fire of the Ji Dao has intensified. The Korean True Boxing Association and the Chinese Fushou Gang are investing in heavy weapons. The movements of the Kanto Alliance are also worrying."

"What do you want me to do?" Kazuma went straight to the point.

"I want to borrow your reputation in Kanto United."

"Are you kidding me? Last time I ridiculed the president of the Kanto Alliance, and now they just want to kill me." Kazuma laughed dumbly, "How can I have any reputation?"

"You obviously have a high influence on Nishikiyama Heita. By the way, the Nishikiyama Group's superior organization, Kazama Taro's Kazama Group, has a very high opinion of you. Kazama Taro has always wanted to meet you." Shiratori Looking at Kazuma, he said, "Furthermore, the Ji Dao martial arts sects all respect the strong, and the current Kazuma-kun is definitely qualified to be called a strong one. They even started calling you, the Dragon of Kanto."

When He Ma heard this, he thought to himself that I didn’t have many entries, so I was still a lone dragon—it seemed that nicknames given by others would not necessarily become entries.

Detective Shiratori continued: "Today is the release date of Weekly Fangchun, and I have a feeling that you will be on their cover again."

Your hunch is spot on - Kazuma thought to himself.

Shiratori: "Now you have greater influence on the martial arts faction of the Kanto Alliance. In addition, you protect Tokyo, and you can also arouse the goodwill of the old-school extremes within the Kanto Alliance.

"After all, they originally evolved from residents' self-governing organizations. The original intention of their establishment was to protect neighbors, but they later deteriorated."

Kazuma curled his lips: "Even if I have this kind of reputation, what are you going to ask me to do?"

"I hope that at least the local Yakuza will not interfere." Akira Shiratori spread his hands, "At least the local martial arts Yakuza will not interfere. People from the Shin Fist Club and the Fuju Gang are easy to identify, and many of them don't even speak Japanese. The foundation in Japan is also shallow.

"The local Yakuza only have small-scale frictions with them now. When the Kanto Alliance is completely involved, there will be many intertwined interests, and it will be very troublesome to deal with."

Kazuma: "This...I'm afraid there's nothing I can do to help."

"You don't need to do much, just meet Taro Kazama and express your opinion." Shiratori said, clasping his hands together, "Please! I originally wanted to see Taro Kazama in person, but after all, I It’s a note, it’s useless if you leave it, and it may even have the opposite effect.”

Kazuma scratched his head, if he just went to see Taro Kazama, that would be fine.

Kazuma recalled the scene when he broke into the Kanto Federation Association venue. Among the big guys sitting in the first row, there was indeed a guy who seemed to admire Kazuma Kiryu very much.

Kazuma remembered that the guy's entry was - yes, it was Zuiyue.

It reminds me of Ibuki Suika's entry.

Maybe this person knew young ZUN personally.

Kazuma finally nodded and said, "Okay. I'll go see Taro Kazama as soon as I get out of the hospital."

Akira Shiratori breathed a sigh of relief, and then he said, "Then there's one last thing left."

"So many things?" Kazuma complained.

Aramaki said: "I have information to tell you. Recently, Tajiu Shiba from Welfare Technology has visited Bai Fengfeng many times."

Kazuma pursed his lips.

Aramaki continued: "The above statement in my report that links music to fans' agitation is completely rejected and considered to be nonsense. But no one knows better than you, Mr. Kiryu, that this is a fact."

Kazuma nodded seriously.

"I think that if you have a good relationship with Miss Bai Feng, you should instigate her to rebel and let her defect. In fact, she doesn't go home very much now. She sings outside all day long and can't go to school. You can let her live with you. Come to the dojo.”

"I will." Kazuma said, "If Bai Feng Yuyin is detained by his family, I will directly rush into Bai Feng's headquarters to snatch people, and then I will have to bother a few people to help me wipe my butt."

"No problem." Shiratori Akira said, "I think they have been attacking Baifenfeng for a long time. They must have hidden a lot of weapons."

Kazuma thought to himself that he had become a police raider. He wanted to find out where he couldn't get a search warrant, so he asked Kiryu and Ma to break in first.

Aramaki picked up the crutches and stood up with Shiratori's support: "That's almost it. I won't disturb your rest, Mr. Kiryu."

"Okay, bye." Kazuma waved.

Jinguji Tamamo walked in with a thermos bottle and asked with a surprised look on his face: "Are you leaving already? Why don't you sit down for a while?"

"No, I'm busy with official duties." Shiratori Akira said on behalf of everyone.

"Then it's a good journey." Tamamo stood aside to make way, and then bowed slightly to the three of them.

The braid ran to the front as he bowed.

After the three of them filed away, Tamamo closed the door, returned to Kazuma's window, put the kettle on, and sat down lightly.

Kazuma: "Thank you for waiting outside for so long."

Tamamo smiled slightly, then picked up the apple: "Do you want to eat one? I'll peel it for you."

"No, I like to eat apples with the skin on."

"Then I'll go wash up." Tamamo stood up again holding the apple.

At this time someone knocked on the door again.

Kazuma glanced at the door and saw Hanayama-san's face through the observation window.

"Come in," Kazuma said.

Hanayama opened the door and came in, and then waved to Kazuma, who had the latest weekly Fang Chun in his hand: "Teacher Kiryu, this is so handsome! Are you riding my motorcycle to punish evil and promote good?"

"Uh, no, I don't have a motorcycle license yet." Kazuma said a little embarrassed.

"Oh, as expected of Mr. Kiryu, he abides by the law! I went to the dojo to study yesterday, but no one was there all day long, and no one told me what happened! Today I saw the weekly Fang Chun, and it was because of my family connections. , I found out that you are hospitalized here!"

Kazuma: "Really? Chiyoko just felt relieved yesterday, so she must have been negligent."

"Teacher Kiryu! If you need help in the future to seek justice, just say so! Although my family does not have a private security manpower dispatching club like the Nanjo family, our family controls the local veterans association! There are many retired self-defense officers in it! "

"Yes, yes, then if conditions permit, I will call you."

Kazuma was a little unaccustomed to Hanayama Akira's fancy kneeling and licking style.

Being licked like this, he felt like he had become a traffic star.

It's a pity that the person licking him was an old man, not a teenage girl.

Hanayama continued: "I will also work hard to learn swordsmanship, at least to catch up with senior brother Ikeda's level. Until then, please let me work with you to punish evil and promote good!"

Kazuma thought that although Amao was making rapid progress, he was still far from being able to go out and play.

When Hanayama catches up with Honami's level, they can almost go out together to fight.

Just as he was thinking about it, Honami appeared, followed by Mikako and Chiyoko.

As expected, since she was injured in bed, the girls probably didn't have much time to go to school, so they might as well go straight into the Golden Week holiday.

"Kanayama-kun, give way." Honami said.

Huashan Zhao quickly made way.

Honami placed the large lunch box she was carrying on Kazuma's bedside table: "My grandfather said that the Chinese Buddha jumping over the wall is the most nutritious, so he invited a Chinese chef to make a pot of it."

Kazuma: "Buddha jumping over the wall can't be achieved in a day or two. Honami, you and your grandfather have been deceived."

"Eh, really?" Honami's eyes widened, "This..."

"Buddha jumps over the wall just to make soup, it takes 24 hours, and there are a lot of other troublesome processes." He Ma made full use of the knowledge from his previous life.

Honami's face turned red.

Chiyoko came up and said, "Brother, what are you talking about? Just drink it if you can. It doesn't matter if it's done right or not. I've seen the inside. It's chicken, pork knuckle, abalone and sea cucumber. You can eat whatever you want."

Kazuma thought right: "Here, help me up."

As soon as he finished speaking, several girls reached out and pulled Kazuma up and made him sit on the head of the bed.

Honami took the small bowl as a matter of course, filled Kazuma with soup, then scooped it up with a small spoon and started blowing.

Kazuma's eyes were all on Honami's small mouth. Today she wore very light lipstick, and her lips looked plump and juicy.

The fragrance of white plum mixed with the fragrance of the soup floated into Kazuma's nostrils.

Kazuma suddenly felt that it was okay to be injured.

**

At the same time, Shiromine Sougo looked at the large number of former URB fans coming over, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

A technician explained to Shirakine Sougo: "This former URB member here can appeal to these fans like the late lead singer. Of course, you have to prepare some rhetoric, but simple instructions are useless. For example, to When these people attack someone, they can incite them to say, 'XXX killed URB's lead singer, and the God of Music wants us to take revenge.'"

Bai Fengzonggo nodded: "I understand, I understand very well."

"Well, a total of two thousand 'core fans' have been moved into place. I'll take my leave now." The technician put away the writing board in his hand and bowed to Sougo Bai Feng.

Then he turned and walked towards the Welfare Technology promotional truck parked in the corner of the huge warehouse - this kind of promotional truck can now be seen all over Tokyo. It will appear wherever there are seminars on Welfare Technology.

Shiromine Sougo watched the technician leave. Behind him, thousands of fans were getting out of the car under the guidance of the Yakuza and heading towards the bunk beds assigned to them.