I teach kendo in Tokyo

There was music playing in the lecture theater. A tall and thin male teacher on the podium looked at Mikako doubtfully: "Are you a first-year Fujii classmate? What's wrong?"

Mikako froze in place while holding up the newspaper: "Eh? Shouldn't this be Professor Yoji Chie's class?"

"This is the German department. Can't you tell that the song being played now is in German?"

Kazuma: "I said it was so familiar, so it turned out that I was marching towards England..."

"Professor Qianjiang Yoji is in the classroom upstairs now. You got the wrong floor. Our teaching building names the floors according to British rules. The first floor is called the ground floor, and the first floor means the second floor."

Mikako maintained the posture of holding the newspaper, walked backwards out of the classroom, and then closed the door with an embarrassed look on her face.

The moment the door closed, Kazuma burst into laughter: "Hahahahahaha! As expected of you!"

"You're laughing your ass off! Let's go! Go upstairs!"

Mikako angrily dragged Kazuma and ran towards the stairs.

**

German professor Ebiichi tiptoed to the door, opened the door and looked outside, just in time to see Fujii-san dragging the boy towards the stairs with the momentum of a bull.

He immediately turned back to the students in the German Department and said: "This is a self-study class!"

Someone among the students immediately protested loudly: "Professor Ebi, you can't do this! We also want to go up and have fun!"

"What fun! This class requires you to write a 500-word essay on the song "March to England". The score will affect the grade of this class! If you want to get an A, write it well for me!"

There was a wailing in the lecture theater.

Ebiichi immediately went out and saw the professor in the classroom across the corridor also coming out.

"You also studied by yourself?" he asked.

"Yeah, don't be stunned, let's go! Otherwise we won't be able to catch up!"

The two professors were both in their thirties, but now they run like twenty-year-old young men.

As soon as they left, the classroom door opened, and a group of students who were not afraid of failing the class came out and ran towards the stairs in a swarm.

Before this group of people reached the stairs, several groups of people came out from other classrooms, and everyone's faces were filled with melon-eating smiles.

But when they got upstairs, the group of students came face to face with the dean of the School of Foreign Languages.

The dean was a new young man who was usually very dignified. It was said that he had a degree in swordsmanship. When he saw the students coming up, his eyes widened with anger and he stopped the students with a glare.

"What are you doing! Go back!" After the dean said, he turned around and ran to the classroom.

The students who were left behind looked at each other, and then followed the dean's footsteps.

At this time, the lecture theater for the sophomore students in the English Department was already crowded.

**

Go back in time for a little while.

Kazuma was dragged upstairs by Mikako to the door of the lecture theater.

"Don't make any more mistakes," he warned.

"Yes, it must be here." Mikako adjusted her breathing and then pushed the door open.

This time, He Ma first confirmed that the person on the podium was indeed the short old man yesterday.

Mikako held up the newspaper and was about to speak when the old man shouted angrily: "Get out! This is a second grade class, what are you doing in here?"

Mikako doesn't accept this.

She held up the newspaper: "I'm here to expose your inferiority! You just said yesterday that you would not go to war, and today the British Parliament unanimously approved the decision to go to war!"

Qianjiang Yanger was furious: "Get out of here!"

"I won't leave! These are all future diplomats. If guys like you teach international relations, our future in Japan will be over! For the future of Japan, you should get out of this classroom today!"

Qianjiang Yangji's eyes widened, and the veins on his forehead were exposed: "You! You! The war started because that woman Thatcher couldn't see the situation clearly! She made a misjudgment! Just watch, she will swallow the bitter pill! Falk If the Orchid Islands cannot come back, the remaining wealth of the British Empire will be wiped out!"

"Hmph, it's you who can't see the situation clearly. On the vast sea, Argentina's World War II-level navy wants to make a comeback with only a few advanced aircraft? Idiot's dream! Let me see, they are lucky if their flagship is not bombed and sunk. Got it!"

Mikako paused and continued: "Furthermore, Argentina's advanced fighter aircraft are all purchased from France. The Mirage and Super Flag are all French aircraft.

"Although the French usually dislike each other and the British, just like we dislike the French, they will definitely not side with Argentina at this time. Because France now also has many remaining French islands, he does not want Neighboring countries should learn from Argentina!"

Qianjiang Yanger said angrily: "You can't wait until Britain wins with your fallacy! Get out of here now!"

"If Britain wins, it means that I am not a fallacy, but you are a fallacy! The theories you teach are fallacy from beginning to end. It is unimaginable that a guy like you has been in charge of the coaching staff for so many years and has misled so many students!

"By the way, I misjudged the situation back then. As soon as I went to the United States to express my loyalty to contain China, Kissinger secretly visited China. Those diplomats who were caught off guard were also your students, right?"

Kazuma frowned slightly when he heard this. Kazuma had a casual chat with Mikako during the sword fight yesterday, but he didn't expect her to move out directly.

Qianjiang Yanger's mouth trembled: "You! You!"

"Oh? It's really true. No wonder. I don't understand. How do you get the nerve to continue to stand here and coach? Is it based on the experience you have accumulated through continuous misjudgments of the international situation?

"Although failure is the mother of success, and courage after repeated defeats is commendable, in the end, you are not even as good as me, a female student who has just entered university. The entire Japanese international relations academic community is ashamed because of you!"

Mikako moved forward as she spoke, and was already standing in front of the podium when the words fell.

She raised the newspaper in her hand high, turned around and said to the senior brothers in the audience and the students from other departments who crowded the classroom to watch the excitement: "I don't know if you have read yesterday's news. This bad old man behind the podium swears Thatcher didn't dare start a war!

"When Sajiang rejected Haig's mediation plan by saying, 'This is the desk Chamberlain used,' he confidently explained, 'This shows that Sajiang has a guilty conscience.' Otherwise, she would say that it was used by Churchill." 's desk!

"As a result today, look at the newspapers, the front page headlines!

"Let me read to you the speech that Sajiang gave in the parliament. It was super short!"

Kazuma couldn't help but hold his forehead, Mikako was spreading the sauce every time, and the iron lady in Kazuma's mind had turned into a blonde and arrogant girl.

He really wanted to go up and hold Mikako down and tell her to stop calling "Sajiang".

Mikako cleared her throat and began to recite: "Gentlemen, acts of aggression must not be compromised. The Queen requires the Royal Navy to fulfill its duties!"

Kazuma raised his eyebrows. What was going on? It was different from the speech he had in mind - no, Thatcher's speech.

The two world lines are indeed very different in details.

If you think about it carefully, this world is different from the previous world. There are mysteries, and personal force has a greater impact on the battle situation than in the previous life.

Maybe during the Battle of the Founding of Britain in this time and space, the generals of the Royal Navy were all painted in the style of "One Piece".

There are pictures of Nelson riding a bicycle on the waves to meet the French-Spanish fleet that had just left the port of Cadiz!

Mikako slapped the newspaper on the table: "Students, our Sophia University is famous for cultivating diplomats. Our international relations professor was on NHK's news, talking nonsense to the national audience, and swore he would not start a war. Not even 24 hours passed before I was slapped in the face.

"What a shame! How can we work in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs in the future? How can our senior fellows at the Ministry of Foreign Affairs have the face to face those competitors who graduated from Meiji University, Hosei University, and Keio?

"Oh, in the future, it seems that we will have to work as translators at the Ministry of Education, Culture, Sports, Culture, Sports, Science and Technology. We will translate imported British novels and prose, and work with the silly literary young people from Waseda every day!"

After Mikako finished speaking sadly, a boy in the audience muttered: "It's not impossible, there are many beauties in Waseda."

The whole classroom burst into laughter.

Mikako pointed at the boy who was speaking: "Look at your achievements! Where is the pride of an elite diplomat?"

Mikako showed an expression of sadness and anger for her misfortune.

"Tragic! Drama! Ah!"

Kazuma stood nearby, surprised.

The previous discussion of the international situation and the comparison of military power were all things that Kazuma taught Mikako, and this girl basically copied them.

The next wave of university contempt chains were all due to Mikako's own performance.

He and Marco couldn't teach her this, and he didn't even know how the chain of contempt on Shangchi's side worked.

As a student of Tokyo University, he knows that Tokyo University is particularly hostile to Meiji and must compete with Meiji for first place. Then he looks down on Kyoto University and thinks that I am the real Imperial University. Don't think that you can do it if you have the character "Kyo" in your name. It's a fight with me.

Chie Yoji slammed his pointer on the table: "That's enough!"

After the classroom quieted down, he pointed his pointer at Mikako: "You! You have the nerve to mention diplomats? Are there any diplomats like you? Look at you! You even dyed your hair? It's still red! How unbecoming! "

Mikako had a few strands of red highlights in her hair, which were usually hidden in her hair. Today, she might have exposed them because she was in a hurry and didn't take care of them.

Kazuma doesn't think this is a problem. After all, anyone with purple hair can become a diplomat in the future.

Mikako was at most forty years ahead of his time.

But in this era, dyeing your hair is a sign of being a bad girl.

Kazuma knew that he shouldn't be led around at this time. He would definitely lose if he followed the opponent's train of thought and struggled with the hair issue.

He quickly winked at Mikako and told her not to take the bait.

But Mikako showed her monkey side at this time and went straight to the A: "I'm not a diplomat now. When I enter the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, I will definitely come back!"

Kazuma facepalmed.

At this time, he heard someone next to him muttering "It's broken." He turned around and saw that it was the tall and thin professor from the German Department just now.

He also looked distressed, and seemed to be regretting that Mikako had lost a good game.

Chie Yoji showed a proud smile: "You also know that this won't work! It seems that you are still a little self-aware! Look at yourself! What do you look like! Just like a prostitute in Kabukicho!"

Mikako fell into the trap again: "Is it my fault that I have a good figure? Besides, what does this have to do with the current situation?"

It seems that she also relied on the instinct of the beast to realize that she was being led into the ditch, but unfortunately it was too late.

Chie Yoji angrily scolded: "If someone like you becomes a diplomat, the whole world will think that Japan is a country of prostitutes!"

Kazuma was angry, not because Japan was misunderstood as a country of prostitutes. After all, he was Chinese, and his impression of Japan had been associated with a specific piece of music for a long time.

He is so familiar with this music that he can automatically hallucinate it whenever he sees the words "yes, yes, yes".

So Japan is misunderstood as a country of prostitutes, Kazuma doesn’t care, and it’s not my homeland.

But if you say that when the whole world sees my girl, it will think that Japan is a country of prostitutes, then I am going to argue with you.

Just as Kazuma was about to speak, Mikako slammed the table and shouted, "What do you think? Why not ask your wife where she got the chocolate to feed your son back then!"

"You!" Qian Jiangyang's face turned the color of pig liver, and he raised his pointer to slap Mikako.

The moment the pointer was swung down, Mikako raised his hands above his head and clamped the pointer with a snap.

Yes, it is without a knife!

Then Mikako grabbed the pointer with a strong force, slapped the table with the pointer and shouted: "I checked it! You were the counselor of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs before the war! It was you people who messed up! It was you who made greatness of Japanese women have to feed the next generation that way!

"Shameful!

"You failed! But we didn't! We are a new generation, we are more knowledgeable and smarter than you! We will definitely build Japan eleven thousand times better than before!"

Some students in the audience shouted: "Okay!"

Then everyone started cheering.

As expected, they have just experienced the climax of the left-wing student movement. The group of people sitting in the lecture theater now, when they were middle school students and primary school students, they watched the student movement of college students every day, and they still have that kind of gene.

Kazuma was so shocked that he couldn't close his mouth.

The last part of Mikako's performance is completely unstructured. If you look closely, it is full of loopholes.

But she hit people's vital points all the time, and it was bloody.

This is amazing.

God has no way to end it now.

The development of the plot behind this is completely unpredictable.

Yes, it’s an unpredictable duel! I see!

This guy has raided the nests of all right-wing scholars!

Chie Yoji was about to roar when he suddenly lost his balance and held on to the podium with great difficulty. Then he slapped the table with his hands and roared: "What are you going to do! What are you going to do! Are you going to occupy the lecture hall like the students of Tokyo University?" Do you want to sing the Internationale? Huh?"

Kazuma became alert, and after singing the Internationale, he was afraid that none of the students present would be able to enter the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

Maybe then I will really have no choice but to join the Ministry of Education, Culture, Sports, Science and Technology and translate British novels with the literary beauties from Waseda.

At this time, Mikako shouted loudly: "Okay! At this time, you still want to blame us to cover up your incompetence! Let me give you a Chinese word!"

Mikako picked up the chalk and went to the blackboard to write. After writing eight big characters, he threw the chalk away and pointed the pointer at Qianjiang Yoji's nose: "You are just a dog with a broken back, barking here!"

As a cultural man from the old era who was able to serve as counselor to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs before the war, Chie Yoji knew Chinese.

At that time, all educated people knew Chinese, and at least they could communicate with each other through letters.

This is a kind of cultural inertia. Before the Meiji Restoration, dignitaries used Chinese correspondence to show their nobility.

Chie Yoji looked at the words on the blackboard: "You! You!"

Suddenly, he spurted out a mouthful of blood.

Mikako picked up the handout on the table and directly blocked the fountain of blood spraying towards her, as agile as a ninja.

Kazuma was stunned.

Mikako acted like a normal person: "Oh, it scared me to death. You're spitting blood...huh?"

Mikako looked at the little old man who collapsed suddenly, and then at the silent classroom.

"No! I didn't do it!"

Kazuma covered his face: How can this be done?