I teach kendo in Tokyo

Kazuma went straight to the communication room at the entrance of the teaching building to call the editorial office of Weekly Fangchun and ask Hanabusa Takashi if he knew any feminist activists.

When he arrived at the communication room, he realized that he could not remember the number of the editorial department of Weekly Fangchun.

As someone who came from an era when mobile phones were common, he always forgot about the phone book. Either he forgot to write down the newly obtained number in it, or he forgot to carry it with him.

When Mingming and Ma were in junior high school, phone books were still a necessity.

While Kazuma was scratching his head, he saw Tamamo coming down from the second floor.

"What are you doing? It's time to go to class." Tamamo said as soon as he saw Kazuma. It seemed that he came out to look for him when he was not in the classroom.

Kazuma rushed forward as if he saw a savior and grabbed Tamamo's hand: "Give me the number of the editorial department of Weekly Fangchun. Hurry."

Tamamo took out the phone book from her bag, flipped through it, and showed one page to Kazuma.

Kazuma started dialing according to the number on the book.

The communication room in the teaching building of Dongda University still uses a rotary dial phone. To dial the location, you have to wait for the dial to rotate back, which is quite time-consuming.

Kazuma was a little impatient and almost dialed the wrong number.

Finally, Hanabusa Takashi's voice came from over there: "Weekly Fangchun Editorial Department's breaking news hotline."

"I am Kiryu Kazuma, looking for Hanabusa Takashi." Kazuma went straight to the point.

"That's me. What, do you have any more shocking news to break?"

“I just wanted to ask if you know that kind of feminist activist?”

"I know them, but they all hate me." Hanabusa Takashi heard his scratching his head, "Because I revealed that they were squandering funds for NGO activities and so on..."

He Ma couldn't help but hold his forehead.

"Okay...then tell me their contact information, and I'll..."

"You should give up. People like that are all businessmen. If you want them to come forward, you have to pay them."

Kazuma frowned: "Are they all businessmen? There is no such thing as those who truly act for their ideals..."

"Yes, but this kind of idealist usually doesn't get many resources, so his exposure is not very high. If this kind of person has a high exposure, he will not be far from death. Look at Martin Luther King and that leader of the Black Panther Party.”

When He Ma heard it, it seemed to make sense.

"Instead of counting on them, you might as well count on me. Let me tell you, the article I wrote was so awesome that the editor didn't hesitate to give it space as soon as he saw it. It was a very large page, big enough for Daisuke to do a double page spread. Here are the photos.”

Kazuma was overjoyed when he heard this: "Really?"

"Really, the key point is that after we decided on the topic, we went to interview other students in Qianjiang. Unexpectedly, we dug up information about the professor's chaotic private life. It was so powerful."

Kazuma: "Is there still such a thing?"

"Actually, no, they are all just trying to catch the wind. But who are we? We are Weekly Fangchun. Catching the wind is enough for us."

Why are you so proud?

"Wouldn't this affect the credibility of your revelations?"

"Don't you understand this? When it comes to credibility, we report 11,000 false claims to ruin their character. As long as one of the reports is true, they all come back. This is like a big evil person, doing After doing all the bad things, people only need to do a good thing once, and people will think that the evil person may not be so bad after all.

"Anyway, don't worry about it. Just wait. Daisuke spent the whole day in the darkroom yesterday. When we came out, we went to drink. He told me that Pulitzer owed him a trophy."

This sounds a bit familiar to Kazuma. Will I have to return a golden rain to him if I have a chance in the future?

"Then, I'm looking forward to it?" Kazuma responded.

"Look forward to it. It will be published on Thursday, just in time for Professor Qianjiang's first seven years. It can be regarded as a big gift from our weekly Fang Chun to him."

Kazuma nodded: "Okay, then I'll wait."

"If you don't want to wait and want to find a backup plan for those activists, then I won't stop you. I'll just read you their phone numbers. But don't hold out hope. Ask them to come out and talk to Professor Qianjiang's friends. If the apprentices fight against each other, there is basically no chance if they don’t pay.

"Or if you go to those idealistic people, they will at most just cheer you up in some tabloids that have little influence."

Kazuma curled his lips: "Okay, I believe you."

"Do you feel disillusioned?" Hanabusa Takashi teased over there.

Kazuma: "No, the moment I met you, everything that should be disillusioned was already disillusioned."

"Hahahaha, I will be embarrassed if you praise me like this. Besides, I was once a passionate young man who planned to become an investigative reporter to expose the darkness of the world, but now my passion has dried up."

After Hanabusa Takashi finished speaking, someone in the same office came over to tease him: "You are now a paparazzi chasing eyeballs. Even the species has changed, okay!"

"Although I am a dog, at least I am the king among dogs."

Hanabusa Takashi retorted.

He probably pressed the speaking end of the receiver with his hand and turned to retort to his colleague, but Kazuma's hearing was so good that he heard it.

I have an unreasonable association with horses: the king among dogs, owing a trophy... I didn't expect that these things could be used in UZI.

"Well, Hanabusa-san, I'm going to class first."

"Okay, you can go to class. By the way, when you have time, remind Ms. Fujii and ask her to show up less in front of reporters. Even if she does show up, she should try to look sad and look like a victim as much as possible.

"Even if you can't act like a victim, at least don't act like you're okay."

Kazuma: "This...I'll try my best."

"How about you do something to make her sad, wait until this storm is over, and then find a way to appease her."

Hanabusa Takashi suggested.

Kazuma thought about it, then I can only make Mikako a vegetarian, and then feast in front of her every day, maybe it will be effective.

At this time, the school bell rang, and Tamamo reached out and patted Kazuma on the shoulder.

"I really have to go to class, I'll contact you later." Kazuma said.

"Okay, see you later." After Hanafang Takashi finished speaking, he hung up the phone first.

Kazuma put down the receiver and turned to ask Tamamo for advice: "Is there any way you can make Mikako cry every day?"

"I heard that the KGB has a drug that can cause depression."

"No, no, Mikako is not guilty of this." Kazuma quickly interrupted Tamamo, "Isn't there a way to change it and be gentler?"

Tamamo looked at the ceiling: "Well... you've made it difficult for me. It's too difficult without killing someone."

...Wait a minute, did you just make a dangerous premise?

Kazuma glanced at Tamamo and felt that he couldn't leave this matter to Tamamo, he had to do it himself.

**

That day, when Kazuma returned home, he saw Mikako slumped on the tatami in the living room, looking like a slime that was about to melt.

"Kazuma! I'm so bored. Do you have anything interesting to do?"

"About this, in order to help you pass the time, I brought you something good." Kazuma said and put a bag of things in front of Mikako.

Mikako sat up in an instant and said, "Wow, it's such a big package. Look at you, you're spending so much money. It makes me feel embarrassed."

She opened the bag as she spoke: "Let me see something good..."Hamlet"? Or a book from the Tokyo University Library?"

"For you, Tamamo and I went to apply for library cards. These are our selected tragedies, and they are all works that made us cry after reading them."

To be precise, Kazuma chose a work that made him cry after watching it in his previous life.

Moreover, there are some things that I have found very satisfying to cry about all my life, but I haven’t found them yet.

For example, "Forrest Gump" will not be released in the United States for another thirteen years.

Another example is "This Killer Isn't Too Cold", which will also not be released for another thirteen years.

What made Kazuma even more speechless was that he originally wanted to find some tragedies originating from Japan, but what he remembered was "Call for Love at the Center of the World" and "One Liter of Tears", which were all works written two thousand years later.

After Kazuma traveled through time, he felt the existence of a generation gap.

The result is that Tamamo's works are all down-to-earth Japanese "sobbing" literature, and Wuma's works are all from Shakespeare.

Mikako pouted and looked at Kazuma with an unhappy face: "I think you are biased against me. I cried so much when I watched movies and TV series that made me cry. I cried so much in "Witness" It’s amazing, I ran out of tissues in the movie theater and had no choice but to wipe my nose with my sleeves. When I got home, my sleeves were stiff and full of dried snot.”

That’s too much crying, right?

Because it’s too exaggerated, it seems like a joke, right?

In fact, at this moment, Kazuma couldn't tell whether Mikako was joking or serious, so he couldn't give a suitable response and could only stay in place.

Mikako glared at Kazuma: "Do you think I'm kidding?"

Kazuma: "Yeah."

"Then show me the video of the witness, and I'll cry for you!"

Kazuma: "It's not like you don't know the situation of my family. Let alone a second-hand video recorder. I can't even afford a fourth-hand one, okay? I can only sing you the straw hat song of Witness Witness. You will Just cry."

"Songs alone are not enough. I can't cry while reading novels and listening to songs, but I cry very loudly when watching movies."

Kazuma scratched his head, and suddenly he remembered that Mikako had faked crying before, and said, "I remember when you used to tease me, wasn't it pretty good to fake crying?"

"Oh, I'm just pretending to cry. The sodium hyaluronate I dripped worked. When I dripped it into my eyes, my eyes became cold, and my tears flowed..."

He Ma can only hold his forehead.

At this time, Tamamo came out and said: "Well, I feel that Mikako is the type who has violent emotional outbursts. We should not let her perform, but should guide her to make her really feel that she is wronged. As long as she really thinks so , her acting skills are impeccable.”

Kazuma: "That's what I say, but she is Mikako. It is too difficult to make her feel wronged, right?"

Mikako: "Yeah, it's too difficult to make me feel wronged. It's even harder than making the world peaceful."

Tamamo: "Let's give it a try..."

Kazuma made a gesture of invitation: "Then give it a try."

Tamamo took a deep breath, then sat in front of Mikako and began to guide her emotions.

Thirty minutes later.

"Let's use sodium hyaluronate." Tamamo said to Kazuma.

Mikako: "Otherwise, when you need me to perform, if you starve me for one day, I will definitely look aggrieved the next day. Add some sodium hyaluronate, perfect."

Kazuma and Tamamo looked at each other: "This is the only way..."

At this time, the phone at the entrance rang, and then Chiyoko's voice answered the phone: "Moses Moses? Yes, it's Kiryu Dojo. Huh? Oh, okay, I'll tell my brother right away."

Then Chiyoko ran over and opened the door of the living room: "Brother, Hanabusa reporter called and said that the factory their magazine has been cooperating with caught fire and is now looking for another manufacturer to take over. The publication may be two days late. .”

Kazuma couldn't help but frown: "There was a fire? What a coincidence?"

Tamamo: "I wouldn't set fire to the printing factory just because of this. The price is too high. I think it's just a coincidence. A place like a printing factory is prone to fire, with so many flammable materials."

He Ma thinks so too.

If Welfare Technology wants to defeat itself, there is no need to resort to such low-return and high-risk methods.

The key is just to publish it within two days.

If it is the Internet age, two days later may make a big difference. After all, public opinion changes too fast in the Internet age, and one day later may miss the best opportunity.

In this day and age, information dissemination relies on newspapers and television. It stands to reason that students at the University of Tokyo have their own news channels, but today they had to go to Kazuma for questioning if they wanted to know the situation.

In this era, the fermentation of public opinion is very slow. It makes no difference to counterattack a day or two later.

Because of this, when Hanabusa Takashi called, he just asked his sister to convey the message and then hung up. He didn't even ask Kazuma to answer the phone.

Mikako looked at Kazuma and asked, "What's wrong? Is there no hope for me to make a comeback and can only be the dojo boss's wife?"

"You have a beautiful idea." Kazuma looked at her angrily.

"Oh, I think it's beautiful. I've been bored all day today. I even thought about the names of the children. If the eldest is a boy, I'll call him Ichima, and if the girl is Haruka. If the second child is a boy, I'll call him Goro..."

"Stop dreaming." Kazuma interrupted Mikako, "Maybe after this incident is over, you will become a representative of new women and embark on a prosperous road."

Mikako: "Huh? You don't want to say that after this incident, I really become the Undersecretary of Foreign Affairs, right? Then Japan is finished."

Mikako waved her hands, everyone laughed, and the living room was filled with joy.

**

A few more days passed, and it was Professor Qianjiang's first seventh day.

This morning, Kazuma woke up at six o'clock as usual, washed up and turned on the TV.

In the morning newspaper reading program, I was reading an editorial about a female college student scolding her professor to death.

Kazuma glanced at it and turned off the TV.

At this moment, Amao's voice came from the entrance: "It's not good!"

Kazuma: "What's wrong? Didn't you work to deliver newspapers in the morning? Why did you come back so early?"

"Something bad has happened!" Amao rushed into the living room, "I saw a long motorcade coming this way at the intersection! It seemed like a funeral motorcade!"

Kazuma frowned - what the hell, he came to my door wearing sackcloth and mourning, right?

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the sound of brakes at the door, followed by a shrill cry: "My wife! You died so miserably!"