I teach kendo in Tokyo

Afterwards, Seiryu and Honami fought for two hours.

Kazuma understood that Honami didn't want to admit defeat, but Kazuma didn't expect that Haruyu would become emotionally high even as she was spanking.

"No, no, no, no!" After "taking down" Honami's head again, Seiryu took off his mask and shook his head desperately, "There is something wrong with your choices in battle. You are too upright. Even Kazuma is skilled in fighting. He used all kinds of tricks! He even tried to paste my face with sand to create an opening!"

He Ma sat next to him and thought: You have to be lucky that there is no lime in the battlefield, otherwise I would definitely let you see the true legacy of the martial saint lime.

Qingliu put his hands on his hips: "In a life-and-death battle, anything that can bring victory must be used! Although I am not very good at using weapons in the environment, I know people who are good at this and use the right location to eliminate them. There are many enemies who are more powerful than ourselves."

The figures of Yukiko and Sakata Shinsaku appeared in Kazuma's mind.

Qingliu pointed in his direction: "Like this! He's really good at taking advantage of the right location!"

Kazuma: "Me? Well, I'm okay."

Seiryu turned to look at Kazuma: "Start teaching me how to take advantage of the location tomorrow! Master!"

"This and this... can be taught, but this, it costs money to fight the furniture. You see, my family is already like this. Let's let go of the last furniture in my house." He Ma said with a poor and bitter smile.

Seiryu sighed: "That's right. Shinsaku - I mean, that guy Sakata also said that there is no other way to train other than training in actual combat."

Perhaps considering that it was inappropriate for a dojo disciple to address the Yakuza in an overly intimate way, Seiryu changed his statement midway.

Mikako: "Kazuma can teach us to climb trees and houses. This won't cost the house, right?"

Just as Kazuma was about to answer, Honami said: "If you hit me a few more times, I feel like I'm almost getting the hang of it."

Seiryu looked at Honami, silently put on the mask and took a stance.

Kazuma looked at the clock on the wall of the dojo and felt that the two of them had been practicing for a little too long, so he clapped his hands to stop the two of them: "That's it for today! Honami, I can't eat hot tofu in a hurry. I have more than two months." I'm here to improve you. Chiyoko, is the watermelon ice ready?"

"It should be ready. It has been in the refrigerator for more than two hours. I will cut it..."

"No, don't cut it, just bring it here and get a few spoons." Kazuma was determined to enjoy the watermelon according to the habits of his previous life. He didn't know when he would eat watermelon next time, so how could he not eat it to his heart's content.

Chiyoko looked at Kazuma with an idiotic expression: "Eat it with a spoon? Are you crazy?"

"I'm not crazy, just bring it over."

Chiyoko shook her head and left the dojo with a look of helplessness.

Honami took off her mask and shook her head slightly.

Her bangs were completely soaked under the mask, hanging on her head like kelp, and she shed a glistening bead of sweat.

On the other side, Qingliu had already taken off his body armor. He was short in stature and could take off his equipment quickly.

She threw a pile of protective gear on the ground and ran to the fan.

The air was not cool enough, so she pulled the collar of her top and kept shaking it, as if this could speed up the heat dissipation from her body.

The electric fan knew how to lift up Haruyu's skirt, but unfortunately this guy was wearing shorts under his skirt.

This made Kazuma extremely regretful that he had just reminded her of the exposure issue on the second floor.

After Kazuma admired Seiryu's side, he turned to look at Honami.

Honami had already taken off her equipment and was spraying her body with something like a spray.

Kazuma asked curiously: "What the hell?"

"Antiperspirant spray, it seems to be the latest product, I don't know how effective it is." Honami lowered her head and smelled herself. "Hmm... It feels like a perfume that suppresses the smell of sweat with fragrance. But it is true that it will feel a little cool after spraying it. .”

Kazuma said "Oh".

After Honami carefully wiped the sweat on her face with a towel, she took out the makeup box from her bag and started to touch up her makeup.

After Kazuma watched what Honami was doing as a mature woman, he turned to look at Haru, and found that she had already sat down in front of the electric fan, opening her mouth wide and making "ahhhhhhh" sounds at the fan, having a great time. Huh.

Chiyoko came in with watermelon: "Everyone, eat the watermelon!"

Mikazi suddenly stood up: "Watermelon!"

Kazuma looked at the watermelon that was still cut into slices and was about to express his dissatisfaction when he saw Amao coming in holding the other half of the watermelon.

"Master, yours is here."

"Oh, okay." Kazuma took the watermelon and spoon, "Have you finished your part-time job? How long will you have until your vacation?"

"I have a holiday next week. But I am a candidate. It doesn't seem to make any difference whether I have a holiday or not. I have to ask Master to teach me more reading during the summer vacation."

"No problem!" Kazuma said as he inserted the spoon in his hand into the watermelon. With a twist of his wrist, he scooped out a piece of watermelon that looked like an ice cream ball and put it into his mouth.

Then Kazuma subconsciously made a sound of great enjoyment.

"Wow~"

Mikako was holding a piece of watermelon and was sprinkling salt on it. When she saw how Kazuma was eating it, and then looked down at the piece of watermelon in her hand, she suddenly felt that the watermelon was no longer attractive.

She pushed the watermelon into Qingliu's hand: "Take it."

"Huh? I have it..."

Mikako ignored Seiryu and crawled to Kazuma's side using both hands and feet: "Give me a bite too."

Kazuma dug out another "watermelon ball" and stuffed it into Mikako's open mouth.

Mikako couldn't wait to bite it, but she was too hasty and the watermelon juice leaked from the corner of her mouth and dripped onto her T-shirt.

Kazuma glanced at it, muttered "The style is quite fashionable", and gave himself another mouthful.

Then he and Mikako made a sound, indulging in the delicious taste of watermelon: "Wow~"

"Give me another bite!" Mikako stretched her neck to swallow what was in her mouth, and opened her mouth again eagerly, like a baby waiting to be fed.

Kazuma: "Your teeth are very white."

"I always use Colgate, please stop talking nonsense and give me a drink!"

Kazuma fed Mikako another mouthful.

Then I watched Mikako vividly interpret what happiness is with her expressions.

Kazuma couldn't stand it any longer, so he stuck the spoon into the watermelon, took out his handkerchief and wiped Mikako's mouth: "You, be more ladylike! I've wanted to say it for a long time, you have such good conditions, but you don't have any boys to follow you. Confession, don’t you think there’s a problem with this?”

"But there are girls who confessed to me!" Mikako said proudly, "There are quite a few."

Qingliu: "Are you sure they don't want to keep you as a pet?"

"There's nothing wrong with pets. Someone can take care of them without worries. If I had a choice, I would be a cat in my next life." Mikako paused and suddenly realized the problem, "Why are you here, Qingliu? Ah, I Got it, you want to be fed by Kazuma too!”

"I don't want to!" Qingliu said as he grabbed the spoon stuck on the watermelon and took a bite. "Well... I should put some salt in it, it will be sweeter."

The Japanese eat watermelon with salt, which is said to make the sweetness more prominent and more memorable.

After all, it is rare for them to eat watermelon once, so they have to find ways to improve the experience of eating watermelon. Unlike the Chinese, there are not too many cases where the watermelon goes bad after being forgotten in the refrigerator.

While talking, Tamamo also ran over, sat down directly opposite Kazuma, then calmly took out the salt and started sprinkling it on the watermelon.

"Hey, can the salt used for exorcism be sprinkled on the watermelon?" Kazuma couldn't help but complain.

"It's all salt, there's no difference."

"You should deny the idea of ​​exorcism!"

Tamamo took the spoon from Seiryu and said while digging the watermelon: "Nowadays, no one still takes exorcism seriously, right? This is just amusement for paranormal enthusiasts."

Kazuma: "I believe it."

Tamamo smiled slightly, cut the watermelon ball in half with a spoon, and put half into his mouth first.

"Well, this melon is good, Honami chose well."

Kazuma: "Honami, why don't you come over? It tastes better when you eat it with a spoon!"

Honami, who had already sat next to Chiyoko, smiled slightly: "Forget it, I'll just eat it the usual way."

Mikako: "It's okay. When I was in high school, I was sweating all over after practicing kendo, and I still put my arms around Kazuma. He didn't care!"

Kazuma thought about it and realized that he had never cared about the smell of Mikako's sweat, but that was because his attention was elsewhere.

After school, smelling of sweat, I went to a sweets shop with Mikako to buy some cheap snacks, and sat on the bench in front of the shop while eating and chatting - those days seemed like yesterday.

While Kazuma was reminiscing, Mikako was still greeting Honami, but she was firmly rejected.

Chiyoko: "You don't have to worry about me. It's enough for Amao to eat here with me."

Amao: "I'm going to review after finishing this piece. It's better to let Senior Sister Nanjo accompany you here."

Chiyoko stared at Amao and hesitated to speak.

Amao didn't notice at all. He finished the piece of watermelon in a few mouthfuls and put the clean rind back on the plate. He clasped his hands together and said, "Thank you for the treat. I'm done eating."

Honami then remembered that she had brought this watermelon, and Amao was thanking her, so she smiled and said, "You're welcome."

Amao stood up and strode out of the dojo.

Chiyoko picked up a new piece of watermelon and sprinkled salt on it silently.

Kazuma looked over there, and at that moment the spoon was passed to his hand again, so he picked up a piece of watermelon and put it into his mouth.

I don’t know if it’s because of the salt, but this mouthful of watermelon is extremely sweet.

At this time, Hinami Rina appeared from the yard, climbed up the edge and started complaining: "It's so hot! I'm so envious of those private schools. They have started to install air conditioning in the student union rooms!"

Kazuma glanced at the most insignificant apprentice in the dojo and said, "Hinami, if you don't show up, you will become the ghost apprentice of our dojo."

Mikako: "Yes, yes, in the future we will tell the new disciples the story of the ghost of a beautiful girl who wanders alone in the dojo."

"I can't help it, but the work of this student union ends today. From now on, I can go to the dojo to show up as soon as school is over."

Mikako: "Hmph, we've already settled in the dojo!"

"Eh? Senior sister Mikako?"

"It's all of us." Mikako said, drawing a circle with her hand, "It's all here."

Hinami Rina tilted her head slightly: "Intensive staycation?"

Kazuma: "Absolutely."

Hinami Rina: "Then can I still come?"

Chiyoko said coldly while checking the melon: "There is no room, so it can't be done."

Hinami Rina rolled her eyes and suddenly ran to Mikako and hugged her arm: "Mikako-senpai~ give me a squeeze."

"It's okay, but you have to pay half of the rent. You'll be responsible for one month of two months."

Hinami Rina was shocked: "Do you still need rent? Isn't it enough to kill Kiryu-senpai every day?"

"How is that possible? We all live in rented accommodation."

Kazuma coughed, interrupting the conversation between the two girls, and then said to Hinami Rina: "They have their family's permission to move in. Are there any problems with your family, Hinami?"

"As long as you tell my parents, Master Kiryu, that you are going to take on a new movie, it will be fine!" Hinami Rina sighed, with a complex expression on her face, "My parents seem to miss me when I was still in the movie. The era of reader models. A few days ago, during the live singing of Chiang Seiko on TV, my father even said, 'Rina-chan could have stood on the stage like this.' Although they said, 'You decide your own path.' , but always put pressure on me in this way intentionally or unintentionally."

Kazuma pouted.

He was the Morning Star. He didn't know whether it was because he was the Morning Star that he wanted to guide Hinami Rina at this time, or because he wanted to guide others at this time and that's why he got the Morning Star entry.

While Hema was struggling with the question of which came first, the chicken or the egg, Mikako spoke up: "Hinami, why don't you go to a good university. After you go to university, your family will suddenly start to respect your ideas. That's how I am, obviously I'm still the silly me, but my mom and dad start to ask my opinions intentionally or unintentionally.

"The same goes for my neighbors. When the ladies who are arguing see me, they will come over and ask me very seriously what I think about the issue they are arguing about. And no matter what I say, they will sigh, 'You are indeed a top student in Shangzhi.'"

"So I think Sophia University is indeed a great university. Even I seem to have become more powerful because I entered the most powerful English department in this university."

He Ma scratched his head. In his previous life, he didn't feel that his family's attitude toward him had changed after he went to college. When discussing serious issues, his parents still said, "I've eaten more salt than you have eaten. You know what?" Shit" attitude.

But Japan has its own national conditions. Mikako went to the English School of Sophia University, and she will also be a rich wife in the future. Her class is no longer the same.

Hinami Rina was thinking about Mikako's suggestion with a serious face.

At this time, Haruyu said: "I have said it before, Kazuma, your dojo has too many students from prestigious schools, such as Tokyo University, Keio Gijuku, Shangchi..."

At this time, Huashan came in from the yard with a bunch of things: "Teacher Kiryu, here I come! I heard that some senior sisters are moving in today. Let's have a welcome party tonight... Oh, there are already watermelons, I brought them with me One is coming..."

Seiryu looked at Hanayama: "Here's someone from Meiji University. The concentration of elites is too high. Even Amao, who is still a high school student, talks to Kazuma every morning about the Western 81 Exercise and OPEC oil pricing. , so scary!”

A cold light flashed in Mikako's eyes: "Wait a minute! Kazuma, what do you talk to Amao about every morning?"

Kazuma: "It's nothing, it's all from the international version of the newspaper."

Mikako shook off Hinami who was holding her arm, and grabbed Kazuma's hand: "Savior! We will start the compulsory course on international relations next semester..."

Kazuma: "After all, Shangchi not only trains English translators, but also diplomats..."

"It's obviously a course for the next semester, but there is training content during the summer! Don't you think this is unreasonable?" Mikako looked at Kazuma with sincere eyes, "This summer I am going to write an observation report on international relations, and Ma, you have to help me!"

Kazuma: You tell me I’m not sleepy anymore!

What Chinese men like most is to give pointers and passionate words. This has nothing to do with income. It is a kind of cultural inertia.

In the past, Chinese scholars talked about having the world in mind, but modern China has completed the universalization of compulsory education, and everyone is a scholar - or at least thinks they are a scholar, so everyone has the world in mind, and everyone talks about the international situation.

So Kazuma said to Mikako: "Okay, from now on, as long as you get up when the morning paper is delivered, you can join my discussion with Amao."

"Eh? Do you want me to write it myself based on your discussion?"

"Nonsense. Don't think about getting something for nothing. That won't work in our dojo," Kazuma put on his master's airs, "Our dojo values ​​hard work and reward."

Even Kazuma, who has a golden finger, usually does not neglect basic exercises. He has to swing the sword at least hundreds of times every day and practice push-ups to ensure his physical fitness.

Kazuma's strong muscles are the best proof of the sweat he puts in every day.

Mikako sighed: "Okay. This is better than scratching my head."

At this time, Hanayama put away the watermelon and the things he brought for tonight's banquet. When he returned to the dojo, he heard Mikako's words and asked: "Fujii-san is a self-proclaimed monkey. It's normal to scratch your head and ears, isn't it?"

"Huashan, are you itchy?" Mikako naturally adopted the tone of a delinquent older sister.

Huashan Zhao turned around and ran away: "I remembered that I forgot to buy charcoal for tonight's barbecue. I'll be right back."

Seiryu: "You are so scared. Kazuma, you leave such a person in the dojo, are you just trying to steal his wool?"

Kazuma looked at Qingliu: "What are you talking about? How is it possible? I am such a kind person, I just want to make friends with Hanashan."

As soon as he finished speaking, the doorbell rang.

Kazuma raised an eyebrow.

Most acquaintances from my dojo now come directly around the courtyard.

Mikako: "I always feel that the ringing of the doorbell is the beginning of the incident, just like the Sherlock Holmes detective stories always start with the client knocking on the door."

"Who said that, Sherlock Holmes is from Watson's perspective, and there are many cases where Watson intervenes in the case halfway." Kazuma complained, "Especially when Watson got married and lived separately from Holmes, almost all of them were doctors. A story that joined in halfway.”

Tamamo, who had been eating watermelon silently, then said: "Yes, even in 'A Scandal in Bohemia', which is generally believed to be the only time Sherlock Holmes fell in love, Watson also passed by No. 221 Baker Street and suddenly wanted to see his old friend. , and it happened that Holmes solved the mysterious commission letter, and then the story began."

Kazuma: "Holmes also teased Watson about getting fat after getting married."

Mikako: "Okay, I know you two have read a lot. Can you give me a little dignity for someone like me who has just finished reading a few short stories in English and is about to start reading "The Sign of the Four"?"

Kazuma: "I suggest you first read the original texts of the short story collections such as Adventure History, Memoirs, and Return, and then read the larger volumes such as The Sign of the Four and A Study in Scarlet. Read the short stories first to experience the joy of reading. , so as not to be intimidated by the big novel. By the way, I haven’t read the original English version.”

He added one last thing to prevent Mikako, who had been with him day and night throughout high school, from finding out that something was wrong with him.

However, he was overthinking it. Mikako didn't think about it at all, but sighed: "It's so irritating that people are so different from each other. Even when I was reading the original English book in the living room at home, my parents looked at me with admiration. Well, this is the first time since I was born that they looked at me like this."

Qingliu: "Your parents' reaction is normal. What is abnormal is this dojo."

After the words fell, Amao's voice came from the entrance door as he answered the door: "Master!"

Kazuma sighed: "It doesn't seem to be here to promote. Let me see what's going on."

Recently, more and more people have come to the dojo to sell air conditioners and cars. Those salesmen obviously misjudged Kiryu Kazuma's financial resources.

So Kazuma asked Amao to answer the door more often. In the past, he was very careful. He would not answer the door in person but would always go around the yard to prevent being raided.

Kazuma stood up, opened the door to the corridor of the dojo, and looked towards the entrance.

Several strangers wearing toad glasses stood at the door.

Kazuma frowned.

Couldn't this really be the beginning of the incident?

Kazuma thought to himself that his happy birthday had only been a few days, and he hadn't gone to the hot springs or the island vacation yet, so something would happen again, don't let it go...

At this time, the person at the door had already taken the initiative to salute Kazuma: "Mr. Kiryu Kazuma, I have admired you for a long time."

Kazuma put his hands in his arms, pretended to be carrying the guy, and walked out swaggeringly to the entrance: "I have no impression of you, please..."

"When you were in bed, I gave you a cake. I wonder if you still remember it?" the leading man said.

Kazuma remembered the cake with the gold watch hidden in it. The gold watch was returned by Kazuma, and the cake was quite delicious.

Kazuma: "It turns out to be Mr. Zhang, please come back, I won't..."

"Don't worry, everyone knows that you burned the money of Welfare Technology." Zhang Zhengyi took off the toad mirror and smiled at Kazuma, "So this time I didn't bring anything that would tarnish your reputation. But you He helped us Fu Shou a lot before, but just a cake is not enough to express our gratitude. So after careful consideration, I think that the only way to express our sincerity is if I personally visit the door and deliver snacks from Zhui Yue Lou."

As he spoke, Mr. Zhang snapped his fingers, and the boy behind him handed over a gift basket containing flowers and beautifully wrapped snacks.

Kazuma saw the envelope in the gift basket at a glance, pointed at it and asked: "This envelope is..."

"This is the latest trend in welfare technology that we have collected. I think Mr. Kiryu must be very interested in this."

Kazuma took out the envelope and weighed it. It really didn't look like money.

He opened the envelope directly and took out a dozen documents inside.

The document contained a number of flyers, as well as printouts summarizing the recent activities of some of Welfare Technology's subsidiaries.

Kazuma gave it a cursory glance and then looked at the flyer.

"Meditation course? Get rid of distracting thoughts?" Kazuma read out the word he was most interested in on the flyer, "The God of Music?"

Mr. Zhang: "This training course is said to be quite popular in the art creation industry, and many celebrities have endorsed it. Of course, we are all a group of rough people who only know how to shout and kill, and do not understand art. , but... Kiryu-sensei should be very concerned about this, right?"

Kazuma silently folded the pile of things and put them into the envelope: "It's average. But you took the trouble to collect it, so I'll accept it without mercy."

Mr. Zhang smiled at Kazuma and put on the toad glasses again: "Well, now we are clear, the Fushou Gang will continue to expand, and may find some trouble with the Yakuza, and maybe they will find the Kanto United Union at some time. I heard that Kiryu-sensei, the head of the direct Kazama group, has a good relationship with the Nishikiyama group under the Kazama group... If the time comes..."

"Don't worry." Kazuma interrupted Mr. Zhang, "I don't have any good feelings towards the Yakuza..."

He suddenly switched to Cantonese: "I am a soldier and they are thieves (I am a soldier and they are thieves)."

The upper half of Mr. Zhang's face was blocked by the toad mirror, but only the lower half of his face could tell that he was surprised.

He whistled: "Interesting, very interesting."

He also spoke Cantonese.

"Then we'll see you later, Brother Bing."

After speaking, Mr. Zhang turned and left, and his follower threw the gift basket in front of Amao.

Amao glanced at Kazuma and took the gift basket after Kazuma nodded.

Then everyone from the Fushou Gang left like this.

Amao turned to Kazuma and asked, "Is it really okay to accept this gift?"

"There won't be anything expensive in there. There's no harm in trying some authentic Cantonese dim sum." Kazuma said, looking at the envelope in his hand, "This is the highlight."

Amao: "Do you want to explore this training class?"

"No, it would be too ostentatious for us to go directly. I'm afraid everyone in our dojo will be on their attention list." Kazuma shook his head, "The enemy will not cause a big storm so quickly. After all, we have severely defeated them before. Take your time, don't rush, wait for them to show their flaws."

Amao nodded: "Then I'll put these snacks in the kitchen first..."

Kazuma didn't wait for his apprentice to finish speaking, he put the envelope under his arm, picked up a snack box and opened it directly, then the aroma of siomai wafted out, making his mouth water all of a sudden.

He picked one up and threw it into his mouth.

Siomai can be found in both the north and the south, and the cooking methods are different in different places. This one is undoubtedly the Cantonese style. When you bite into it, the shrimps wrapped in minced pork are fragrant and delicious. The glutinous rice is very elastic, and the thin skin adds to the taste. level……

Amao: "Master?"

Only then did Kazuma realize that there were tears in the corners of his eyes.

He hurriedly said: "This is so delicious, I almost cried."

"This, this is it." Amao's face was full of shock, "Is there really a dish that can make people cry? Is it because it has mustard added?"

Kazuma: "Yeah! Maybe."

At this time, he thought of the deep-fried dough sticks, rice rolls and rice dumplings from the breakfast shop downstairs in his previous life, as well as the dry wontons that were always mixed with salt in the Shaxian snacks. A wave of nostalgia suddenly came over him, and he couldn't hold back his tears. It rolled down.

He immediately stuffed the rest of the siomai in the box into his mouth, chewing and complaining: "What's wrong with this snack? There's so much mustard in it. It tastes bad, it tastes too bad!"

Amao looked confused: "Eh? It tastes bad? This... should I throw it away?"

"No, no, it's actually delicious! It's just...it's weird. Maybe I put too much mustard because my hands were shaking."

Amao was completely confused and didn't know what to do.

Kazuma had already controlled his emotions. He put on a straight face, wiped away his tears, pretended that nothing happened just now, and ordered in an unquestionable tone: "Put the things in the kitchen, and whoever wants to eat at the barbecue tonight can eat. Leave the flowers to Tamamo, she likes to arrange flowers.”

"Okay." Amao nodded, but did not leave immediately. Instead, he asked worriedly, "Master, are you really okay?"

"I'm fine, I'm fine." Kazuma said expressionlessly, "Don't tell others, nothing happened just now."

Amao nodded: "I understand, nothing happened just now."

He took the gift basket and went to the kitchen.

Kazuma looked at Amao's back and suddenly found Tamamo sticking her head out at the door of the dojo.

Seeing Tamamo, Kazuma knew that there was no problem at the dojo. At most, only Tamamo saw what had just happened.

Tamamo smiled slightly at Kazuma, and the hair on the top of her head turned into ears for a moment, shaking playfully, turning left and right.

Kazuma also laughed.

Tamamo is a monster, and so is he.

The dragon and the fox had a tacit understanding.