I teach kendo in Tokyo

Early the next morning, Kazuma turned on the TV first thing when he got up.

When TV in Japan is launched, you have to pay, whether you watch it or not. Especially NHK, which has learned from the British BBC, is bound to every TV terminal.

Chiyoko had long wanted to turn off the TV at home to save money, but Amao was admitted to Tokyo University. The exam scope of Tokyo University included some current affairs, and there might be essay questions based on the latest hot events, so Chiyoko finally gave up on turning off the TV. plan.

Now that He Ma turns on the TV early in the morning, it can be said that the TV fee he has been paying has some effect.

The TV is playing a morning newspaper reading program, which is a program that reads excerpts from the newspaper published this morning.

What I’m reading right now is “The sudden death of a professor at Sophia University.”

Kazuma listened for a few words, then heard Mikako coming downstairs, and turned off the TV with his backhand.

Mikako stretched and yawned, appearing at the door.

"There seemed to be a sound from the TV just now? How is the situation?"

"You're famous," Kazuma said.

"You already knew this yesterday, right?" Mikako shook her head, "Is there anything else?"

"Not for the time being. Senior Sister Gao Mizawa has no classes today. She is with you at home. You should retreat and reflect."

Mikako immediately pouted: "You still have to go to school. I'm like this and you don't stay with me more? What's more important, the credits or me."

"Credits are important." Kazuma said firmly.

Mikako immediately ran to the corner of the living room and squatted there facing the wall: "I'm autistic! Now I'm autistic! I have to hold me and apologize to me, Kazuma, and say you were wrong before I can get better!"

Kazuma: "Okay, you stay alone for now. Remember to come and eat when you are hungry."

"oh."

After talking to Ma, he went to the dining room to have breakfast. As soon as he sat down, Mikako came running over.

Kazuma asked her: "Are you no longer autistic?"

"I'm hungry! Wait until you finish eating and continue." Mikako said as she pulled out a stool and sat down, "Chiyoko, I'm hungry!"

"I know, I know, here it is." Chiyoko placed rice, bread and fried eggs in front of Mikako, and then poured her a glass of milk.

Kazuma looked at the combined breakfast in front of Mikako, and then looked down at the slices of bread and butter in front of him.

"Chiyoko, you are treating me differently!"

"You said yourself that you don't eat white rice in the morning."

Kazuma frowned. He had traveled through time for more than a year and was still not used to the Japanese habit of eating dry rice in the morning.

I want to eat noodles and fried dough sticks.

While Kazuma was eating slices of bread with butter, he was planning to go to Yokohama's Chinatown after saving some personal money to see if there were such things as fried dough sticks, steamed buns, and soy milk noodles.

The worst option is to find a tea restaurant and eat some siomai and bamboo noodles.

After eating the bread, Kazuma stood up and said, "Then I'm going to school."

"Yes. I left my brother's schoolbag at the entrance, and the monthly pass I just exchanged today."

Kazuma was stunned for a moment: "Is it time?"

In this era, there are no such advanced electronic card readers, and it is impossible to store value on the bus card. The monthly passes are all the kind of things that have a photo of a person, like a certificate, and the name of the passenger and the time of use are written in a conspicuous position. .

When the time is up, you have to go to the bus company's office to pay for a new monthly pass.

Kazuma had completely forgotten to exchange his monthly pass. Fortunately, Chiyoko was there, otherwise he would have spent cash today.

Taking a car from Gurashi's home to Tokyo University, even if you take public transportation, costs a lot of money, which will make the poor Kiryu family even worse.

Kazuma arrived at the entrance, took his school bag and monthly pass, put on his shoes and opened the door, he was greeted by a camera flashing at him.

He waved to reporters calmly, as if he were a foreign dignitary visiting Japan.

"Mr. Kiryu! How do you feel about your girlfriend scolding Professor Qianjie, a famous international relations scholar?"

Kazuma: "First of all, that's my apprentice. Secondly, she didn't curse him to death. At that time, she was just expounding her academic views normally, but Professor Qianjiang's chronic illness broke out. This is a regrettable coincidence."

"But there is testimony that your apprentice, Ms. Mikako, mentioned that Japanese women had to sell their bodies in exchange for chocolate after the defeat. This was the trigger for Professor Chie to vomit blood!"

Kazuma showed a sad expression: "Professor Qianjie has always blamed himself for his strategic misjudgment that led Japan to war. He believed that it was his mistake that caused Japanese women to sell their bodies in exchange for chocolate to feed their children after the war. If all If all the right-wingers are as enlightened as Professor Chie, Japan's future will be saved.

"My apprentice never expected that Professor Qianjiang would blame himself so much. She thought that Professor Qianjiang had a thick skin like other right-wing scholars. She did not expect that things would turn out like this."

After finishing speaking, Kazuma bowed to the reporters: "On behalf of my apprentice, I would like to apologize to everyone."

After bowing and leaving, the reporters didn't embarrass him too much.

**

When he arrived at Tokyo University, Kazuma didn't feel like he was any more noticeable than usual.

Probably because he is usually very eye-catching, but he has reached the threshold and cannot be more eye-catching.

As soon as Hema entered the teaching building, he saw an old man wearing glasses waving to him from the direction of the teacher's office.

It's Professor Urashima who teaches archeology.

As a law student, Kazuma naturally didn't take a single archeology class. He could remember this professor simply because his surname was Urashima, which made Kazuma couldn't help but think of the story of Taro Urashima's visit to Ryugu.

Professor Urashima saw that Kazuma was not moving, so he waved harder and even whispered: "Come on! Come on!"

Kazuma could only walk over with a confused look on his face.

Professor Urashima brought Kazuma into the office.

Japanese professors have their own research laboratories and will not come to the teaching building if there are no classes.

The office in the teaching building is a place for tea breaks during class. It can be regarded as a public space used together.

"When the old man Chie died yesterday," Professor Urashima said straight to the point, "were you there too?"

Kazuma nodded: "I'm here."

"That's great, tell me, how did he die?"

Kazuma was a little confused, and he didn't know whether Professor Urashima was an enemy or a friend - although he looked like a friendly person looking at him as a melon-eater, but who knew whether this was staged.

So Kazuma carefully described the scene at that time, always leaning toward normal academic debate.

Professor Urashima showed a disappointed expression: "That's it? Just like that, he died?"

Kazuma: "Ah, yes, maybe he is not in good health to begin with."

Professor Urashima curled his lips: "Hmm... Speaking of which, that girl from Sophia University is your apprentice, right? Did you teach her her insights?"

Kazuma: "No, she and I discussed it together. Also participating were Tamamo Jinguji, who is in the same department as me, and Honami Nanjo from Keio University."

In fact, it was Kazuma who taught him, but Kazuma doesn't want to take all the reputation on himself now, and Mikako needs this reputation even more now.

"That's it. It came out of discussion. I thought it was you who taught me, so I can understand the reason why Qianjiang is so angry."

Professor Urashima shook his head.

At this time, Kazuma suddenly remembered what Professor Chie said before his death, so he said to Professor Urashima: "Actually, I made a few remarks yesterday, and Professor Chie's evaluation of this was..."

"What is it?" Professor Urashima was overjoyed and looked at Kazuma, "What did he say?"

"He said with regret that the former Imperial University has become a nest of the left."

Professor Urashima laughed loudly: "Did he say that? Did he really say that? What was his expression when he said it?"

Kazuma raised his eyebrows and immediately added some jealousy to Professor Qianjiang's expression when he said this.

Just at this time, another old professor opened the door and came in. Kazuma recognized this as Professor Irie who taught anthropology. He chose this elective course this semester.

"What makes you so happy?"

"Listen to me," Professor Urashima held Professor Irie's hand, "Before his death, Chie said that Tokyo University was a nest of the left wing."

"Really?" Professor Irie also looked very happy, "Did he really say that? He's not used to him praising us like this!"

Kazuma doesn't understand, is this something worth being happy about? Is calling you a left-wing nest considered a compliment?

Professor Urashima pointed at Kazuma: "He is at the scene, and Chie is the one who told him."

"So Qianjiang was scolded to death by students from Dongda University?"

Kazuma: "No, he didn't curse him to death. It's just that he happened to have a heart attack during the academic debate."

"Well, at first glance, he is a good student from Sugagawa." Professor Irie gave Kazuma a thumbs up.

Sugagawa Kazimitsu is a professor teaching criminal law-related courses at the law school, and he is also invited to serve as a consultant teacher for activities such as moot courts at the law school.

Kazuma scratched his head. At this time, the door opened again, and Professor Mita, who taught sociology, came in: "Hey, it's so lively? Who is this student? What mistake did he make?"

"No mistake, he is the same Kiryu Kazuma."

Professor Mita adjusted his glasses and stared at Kazuma: "Which Kiryu Kazuma? Is he famous?"

"Of course, he's in the news a lot."

"I don't read the entertainment version..."

"It's not entertainment, he's on the social side. Last time a US military helicopter crashed in the center of Tokyo..."

"Oh, it's that Kiryu Kazuma! I didn't realize how to write it in Chinese characters." The old professor made a sound of sudden realization.

Even the old professor is helpless about the problem of Japanese pronunciation and writing that do not correspond.

"So what is he doing here?" Professor Mita asked again.

"Yesterday, his apprentice..."

"He can still have apprentices?"

"My apprentice in swordsmanship. His apprentice scolded Qian Jiang to death."

"Is that your apprentice?" Professor Mita smiled brightly and came up to shake Kazuma's hand, "Not bad, not bad."

"Qianjie finally said that our Tokyo University is a left-wing nest!" Professor Urashima said.

"Hahaha, I didn't even know there was a nest on the left wing."

Kazuma squinted his eyes and looked at Professor Mita's beaming expression, thinking that he might have found the left wing's lair.

At this time, the door opened again, and a professor whom Kazuma didn't know came in.

"Why are you so happy? You can hear laughter outside."

"Let me tell you, before Qianjiang died, he said that our University of Tokyo was a nest of the left wing."

"Hahahahaha, is it true? Oh, Professor Gaoyanagi, you are here too. Let me tell you, didn't Qianjiang die yesterday? Before he died, he said that our University of Tokyo was a nest of the left wing!"

"Really? What else did he say? Did he scold us?"

Kazuma was stunned. Faced with this joyous scene, he didn't know what to say.

Maybe sing an Internationale?

If these professors were invited to attend Qian Jiang's farewell ceremony, they might not have to go there with drums and gongs to dance in front of the grave.

Kazuma was keenly aware at this time that maybe the opportunity to save Mikako's future was here.

So he cleared his throat and said loudly: "Professors!"

The beaming professors stopped talking and looked at Kazuma.

Kazuma: "I'm interrupting everyone's celebration, but I have something to ask you. My apprentice is a very talented girl with keen intuition and extraordinary judgment in international relations. She dreams of using her charm to... Princess Sissi, who put down the Italian rebellion, went to Sophia University, which is famous for training diplomats!"

This is a lie!

In fact, Mikako just chose a school that was easier to pass and famous because of her own strength!

But Kazuma couldn't care so much at this time.

"Now she may be expelled from Sophia University because of this incident, and she may also face prosecution from Qianjiang's widow. In the future, she may also face social death because she is spurned by the whole society. Because she is afraid of such a future, she is now putting herself Locked in the room, he didn’t think about food or tea, and washed his face with tears.”

This is a lie!

Mikako replenished rice three times this morning and even snatched Kazuma's omelette away.

Right now she is probably wallowing in boredom at her home dojo!

"Everyone, can you bear to see such a good young man ruin his future like this?"

Kazuma looked sad and angry, clenched his fists, and scanned the room with sincere eyes.

"Everyone, please help my apprentice!" After saying that, Kazuma bowed to everyone, 90 degrees.

When he bowed, tears burst out of his eyes and dripped on the ground.

The professors looked at each other.

At this time, the professor with the most beard in the room pushed up his glasses: "Well, if this happened in our own discipline, it would be very easy to handle. It only takes one sentence. Who is not a master?"

After the words fell, the professors in the room nodded together: "Yes, our subject will be easier to handle."

"In my subject, those young and prickly people who contradict the teacher every few days did not see me angry to death. To put it bluntly, Qianjiang himself is not in good health and is small-minded."

"Yes, my opponent is a young female student, and she is not Zhuge Liang. How can she still be so angry?"

"I think maybe the female student is too beautiful and her blood is rising..."

"Damn it, you can't say that, you're going to embarrass our Dongda people. Just restrain yourself! At least on the surface, you should be sad, okay?"

Kazuma coughed a few times and interrupted the professors' chatter: "Everyone, is there really nothing you can do?"

"Yeah." The old man who first said, "Who is not a leader yet?" nodded, "No one here is an expert in international relations. For now, we can't say anything about this incident."

"Why are you so speechless? You are all great experts. You can just write something and send it to an academic journal..."

"It's useless to publish this matter in academic journals." Professor Mita interrupted Kazuma, "I'll tell you how useful it is. You have to ask the TV station to invite us when they do programs related to this matter, or the newspapers to do something about this matter. Exclusive interview, come and visit us. Then we can have something to say. Now it’s all the people from the international relations circle who are being invited, and we have nowhere to talk if we want to.”

Kazuma pursed his lips.

Professor Mita continued: "You have to get this thing out of the circle. For example, if it has sociological value, then I will be invited. Otherwise, we can only express to you the way we are now. Concerned.”

Kazuma was lost in thought. At this time, Professor Mita said: "For example, if you can let this matter trigger a discussion about the women's movement, then I can end it. I teach sociology and my research is The wave of femdom in the 20th century.”

Kazuma suddenly became enlightened and quickly held Professor Mita's hand: "The students have been taught, so taught!"

Professor Mita was confused: "What? I just said it casually. Isn't it better to guide the female *** on this matter? Your apprentices have all mentioned chocolate..."

Kazuma bowed to the professor: "The student has something to do, let's go first."

"Ah, oh, okay. Take care of yourself." Professor Mita could only say this.

He Ma Fengfeng left in a hurry, leaving a group of professors looking at each other.