I teach kendo in Tokyo

The next day, Tsurumaki and Goma disappeared from the company and went to Hong Kong to collect information.

After Kazuma gets out of class every day, he and Tamamo run to the company to sit in for work.

Okada Koji gave Tamamo an honorary position as a Japanese art supervisor and offered him a symbolic salary of 5,000 yuan a day.

Because Tamamo would exchange the 5,000 yuan for daily necessities for the Kiryu family at a convenience store every time she came home from the company, so Kazuma's income was actually equivalent to a daily salary of 25,000 yuan.

In Japan after the economic bubble burst, this was considered a pretty good income, but now that it is the beginning of the 1980s in Japan, which is so glamorous and glamorous, it seems very ordinary.

Whenever Kazuma comes home these days, Chiyoko uses various methods to trick Kazuma into making money.

For example: "The price of cabbage has increased again and I can't afford it. I will buy more vitamin tablets to supplement my vitamins in the future. It is much cheaper than cabbage."

Another example: "I wanted to eat saury today, but the price was so expensive that I couldn't bear to buy it. The fish shop uncle saw me as pitiful and packaged the defective and smaller fish at a cheaper price."

And so on.

He Ma listened to it for a few days, and his ears were calloused, so he just stopped doing it and rolled up his sleeves to open up a vegetable field in the yard.

Aren't you complaining about the increase in vegetable prices? Then we can just grow our own. Anyway, the courtyard of Kiryu Dojo is now under the control of the Ministry of Education, Culture, Sports, Science and Technology, and the Agricultural Cooperative cannot control it.

But Kazuma's idea suddenly encountered a bottleneck: the procurement of seeds and fertilizers in Japan is controlled by the Agricultural Cooperative, and non-Agricultural Association members cannot get it at all.

But this didn't bother Kazuma, who immediately thought of planting the purchased vegetables in the ground by using cuttings to raise seedlings.

He didn't know why he thought of this method all of a sudden. At first, he only vaguely thought that there seemed to be a way to grow vegetables without seeds, but he couldn't remember what it was called. He ran to the library and looked through a bunch of biology books before he found out that it was called cuttings.

After supplementing the basic knowledge in the library, Kazuma realized where he knew this method: in his previous life, his grandma planted flowers in this way. When his grandma saw beautiful flowers raised by others, she would find ways to break off branches and plant them herself. .

Therefore, in addition to morning exercises, Hema also has another job every morning, which is to take care of his own nursery fields.

Of course, the first attempt failed. Chiyoko thought about Kazuma for many days. After all, those three kilograms of vegetables were quite expensive.

Chiyoko also wanted to take back the vegetables that Kazuma failed in the experiment and eat them, but Kazuma stopped her.

Greens rotting in the ground will increase soil fertility.

Regardless of Chiyoko's objections, Kazuma made another wave of cuttings.

That day, Chiyoko watched Kazuma remove the leaves from the vegetable stalks, cut them diagonally, and insert them into the ground. She muttered beside her: "These vegetables will be deducted from your ration, brother. You will not have any plant fiber intake by then. Don’t blame me if you can’t poop.”

"How can a girl say the word 'poop' casually?" Kazuma complained as he continued his work.

"I'm just saying, poop, poop, poop! By the way, it's not the right time for you. It's almost winter. Aren't you crazy about growing vegetables? Isn't it surprising that you succeeded?"

Kazuma was stunned: "Huh?"

He stopped what he was doing and looked at Chiyoko blinking.

Chiyoko said angrily: "You didn't consider this, right?"

"Forehead……"

Kazuma scratched his head. In his previous life, he lived south of the Tropic of Cancer. The climate can be summed up by a jingle: it is like summer all year round, and once it rains, it will be autumn.

So he had the impression that plants are evergreen, and there are always fresh vegetables in the market.

Unexpectedly, a year after traveling back in time, this impression has not changed. The trees within sight have become bald, and the avenue in front of the Higashi University Yasuda Lecture Hall smells bad because of the ginkgo fruit. But Kazuma's thoughts Still in that warm tropics.

Kazuma lowered his head and looked at the half-processed basket of green vegetables next to him, and picked up the remaining leaves: "I won't do any of these. I'll see if we can make a potted plant for the ones whose leaves have been cut off. Let's plant them in Under the light of the house."

Chiyoko took the vegetables handed over by Kazuma: "Okay, you can only eat vegetables next week. This is your punishment for not considering the season and wasting so many vegetables!"

"Okay, got it."

The little turmoil of growing vegetables ended just like that.

**

Tsurumaki and Go stayed in Hong Kong for two full weeks, and after returning, his entire mental outlook was different.

On the first day he came back to work, he pulled Kazuma: "Teacher Kiryu, I understand the essence of cyberpunk!"

Kazuma was a little confused by his surprise attack, so he could only reply: "Really?"

"Yes! Under the glamorous cloak of a highly developed capitalist society, in the dark corner, is the hell on earth at the foot of heaven! Although everyone is in hell, they are trying to survive. I completely understand!"

Kazuma thought for a long time and didn't know how to respond, so he could only pretend: "I just told you that you will understand if you go to Kowloon Walled City!"

"Yes, I understand! When the giant Boeing 747 flew across the narrow sky of the Walled City, I looked up. My field of vision was full of broken windows, and the rusty clothes drying racks stretched out the window. At this moment, I completely understood !”

Kazuma: "Huh? You entered the walled city? I'm not that simple, but you can still come out with your hands and feet intact!"

Hemaki and Gang showed their innocence: "Yes, I thought I would never come out again at first, but then a man named Wu Shihao met me, sent me out, and snatched my camera away. Come back and give it back to me.”

——Wait, who are you talking about?

Kazuma originally wanted to ask in detail, but then he thought, this is already 1981, the Independent Commission Against Corruption has been established for many years, the era of the 500 million detective and the lame man has long passed, they should have the same name.

He cleared his throat: "It's good to be back. There are still ten days until the review meeting. We can't catch up. You have to be mentally prepared to work overtime for months and months."

"Why use the slogan of the Imperial Navy?" Tsurumaki Kazugo did not hide his disgust for this slogan.

"There is nothing wrong with the slogan. We must have the spirit of appropriation, shouldn't we?"

Kazuma moved out Mr. Lu Xun, and most left-wing young people in Japan have seen Lu Xun.

Tsurumaki and Go nodded: "Okay, you're right, we want to borrow the slogan of the old Japanese Navy and use it to boost the morale of our anti-capitalist masterpiece."

"Yes, that's what I mean!" Kazuma squeezed Tsurumaki and Tsuyoshi's shoulders hard.

Even though he is many years younger than Tsurumaki and Go, he is now acting like a reliable big brother enlightening the younger ones.

"Then I'm going to work!" Tsurumaki Kazugo saluted Kazuma, then turned around and went straight to his work station.

Kazuma looked at his back and curled his lips, then saw Anno Akito looking over here.

Kazuma: "What's wrong?"

"I was wondering if I should also go and see the Kowloon Walled City..."

"Sit down! Don't run away! If you go, this will really be impossible! I still hope to stay with you for a few more days!"

**

Time passed, and a few days passed. That night, Tamamo was preparing to go home from the dojo, when his eyes suddenly glanced at the long cardboard box placed in the corner of the dojo.

The box contains soil shoveled from the yard, and the green vegetable stems that Ma and I dealt with last time are inserted in the box.

Although Kazuma feels that they may not be able to sprout at the current temperature, he still takes good care of them every day.

It doesn’t take much trouble anyway.

And Kazuma always feels that when watering these green vegetable stalks, he can gain a kind of peace of mind.

Every time he watered the water, he could not help but think back to the stories related to growing vegetables in his previous life.

Kazuma wasn't sure whether the Chinese had the racial talent for growing vegetables, but he was sure that recalling these jokes from his previous life made him feel very nostalgic.

Tamamo: "You still have these vegetable stalks."

"What if some sprout?"

"You know it's impossible just by looking at the current temperature, right? It might start snowing in a few weeks."

Kazuma glanced out the window. At that moment, a gust of north wind blew against the window, making it clang.

The door to the courtyard of the dojo has not been open since a few days ago because it was too cold.

Kazuma scratched his head: "Maybe... there are one or two vegetable stalks that show his courage and character?"

Tamamo smiled: "Then I really want to see such a brave vegetable."

As she spoke, she came to the cardboard box and clasped her hands together.

Kazuma: "Is the God of Harvest going to cast a spell?"

"Such a spell has long since disappeared. However, maybe you can give it a try. Maybe there is still a little bit of mystery left."

After saying this, Tamamo began to push her clasped hands upward.

This action reminds me of horses - by the way, in "My Neighbor Totoro", Totoro uses this action to pray for the seedlings in the field to sprout.

Co-authored by You Are Not a Fox, You Are a Totoro?

Wait, think about it carefully, the Totoro bus in My Neighbor Totoro seems to be hundreds of tons?

Kazuma: "Did you learn this move from Totoro?"

The Japanese pronunciation of My Neighbor Totoro is Totoro. The earliest Chinese translation version of My Neighbor Totoro’s theme song is called "The Neighbor’s Dou Dou Long". Dou Dou Long is the transliteration of Totoro, which is the masterpiece of famous translators at that time. Just like the old translated names like Li Abao and Lin Youde.

Later, the translation of Doudoulong was widely spread due to the song "Doudoulong" sung by Fan Xiaoxuan, which in turn affected the official translation of Totoro, so it was called Totoro.

The dragon of My Neighbor Totoro is actually the dragon of Totoro, and Totoro in the original work has nothing to do with the dragon.

Tamamo glanced at Kazuma: "What is that?"

"Um... aren't there any monsters like Totoro?" Kazuma asked a little disappointed.

"No, this action is what we used to do when we prayed for a good harvest. We don't know why it is useful, but it is useful anyway. The loss of effectiveness in modern times is probably related to the development of human agricultural technology."

Kazuma nodded.

After Tamamo completed three sets of movements, he turned to face Kazuma: "Then I'll go back."

"Walk slowly." Kazuma waved.

"Remember to hand in the report tomorrow." Tamamo reminded.

Just when Kazuma was about to answer, Mikako suddenly rushed down the stairs from the second floor, rushed into the dojo, raised her hand and shouted over the radio: "The British Royal Marines have landed on Falklands Island!"

"Then the war is probably over soon." Kazuma stood up and applauded Mikako, "Congratulations, you are about to win the bet with Chie Kazuo."

Mikako sighed: "I can finally rest assured that I don't have to live broadcast my nose to eat noodles. But, do you think Chie Kazuo will fulfill his contract?"

Kazuma shrugged: "I don't think so. If he really broadcasts his nose eating noodles to the whole country, I'm afraid students will start snickering as soon as he enters the classroom in class."

"Yeah, that makes sense." Mikako put her hands on the back of her head and pouted, "It's really boring. I also thought that if he fulfills his contract and chokes on the noodles while eating noodles, and then dies, then I will be a double killer of them. The father and son’s woman.”

Kazuma quickly reminded Mikako: "Wait a minute, you said that the woman who killed both their father and son, others will think in that direction!"

"Ah? Which direction?" Mikako blinked, and then snickered, "Hehe, it turns out that He and Mama look at me like this."

"Lusuo, you should pay attention to your conditions!"

"Eh? What are my conditions? Let's talk about it!" Mikako came up and poked Kazuma's chest with her finger, "Come on, let's talk about it."

Tamamo glanced at the two of them and said, "Then I'm leaving."

"Slow down!" Mikako waved her hand, and then continued to press Kazuma, "Tell me what the conditions are, just tell me."

Kazuma turned to Tamamo who was about to leave and said, "Let me see you off!"

"No, no need. I thought it might snow tonight, so I asked my car to wait under the slope at the door."

After saying that, Tamamo left the dojo and closed the door of the dojo.

Mikako continued to press forward step by step: "Come on, tell me what my conditions are."

"You are stronger." He Ma said.

"Ehehehe, that's not what you want to say at all, it's not the same thing as Mama! I'm going to punish you, Mikako, come on, hehehehe~"

Saying that, Mikako rushed directly towards Kazuma, trying to scratch his sore throat.

At this time, Chiyoko opened the door of the dojo with a bang and shouted: "You are too! Noisy! There are two candidates in our dojo!"

As she roared, the strong wind outside roared again, rattling the glass, as if Chiyoko's roar shook the glass.

**

Five days later, all Argentine defenders on the Falklands surrendered to the British.

The entire process of the Falklands War was much shorter than Kazuma remembered.

The war ended in a total of fifty days - of course Argentina has not yet reached a ceasefire agreement with Britain, but everyone knows that the war is over.

The British Empire saved its last bit of dignity.

Kazuma feels that Britain can win faster than the previous time and space, mainly because of the strong men, so the time of the ground battle is compressed.

But this speculation cannot be confirmed, because Kazuma cannot tell which one is the macho guy just by looking at the reports in newspapers and TV - he can't see the entries for the people on TV, let alone the entries for the photos in the newspapers.

He had to meet people in person to see the entries and know who was an ordinary person and who was a macho guy.

In addition, it is puzzling that there are no macho men in Argentina. After all, in a country with such a large population and so many La Plata people, it is a bit strange that there is not even one macho man.

Could it be that the hunk of La Plata was killed by British cannons and bombs?

After all, even a swordsman-level macho like Izumi Masahiro could only bring a large group of people back home safely on the battlefield.

The day after the defenders on the Argentinian island surrendered, Mikako was once again blocked by reporters in front of Kiryu's house.

At first the problems were all related to the Anglo-Afghan war, but soon everything got out of control.

"Ms. Fujii!" a reporter asked loudly, "What do you think of the recent sanctions imposed by the United States on Japanese companies?"

Mikako was stunned for a moment: "Um, has the United States sanctioned Japanese companies?"

The reporter was shocked: "The sanctions were imposed, and it happened yesterday."

Mikako: "The one you're talking about yesterday was the local time in the United States, right? Does that mean that it will be reported in today's morning newspaper? I slept in today and haven't read the morning newspaper yet, so I don't know!"

Kazuma listened, not knowing whether to praise Kako for her resilience or to scold her for being a stupid ass.

She did succeed in prevaricating the problem, but the process of prevarication itself was full of flaws.

Another reporter asked loudly: "Ms. Fujii, what do you think of the Soviet Union's situation in Afghanistan?"

Mikako: "I think the Soviets should be careful about Stinger missiles."

Her answer revealed what she and Ma usually talked about.

At this time, I always feel that I am wrong in responding to reporters' questions - but this is indeed my view on the war in Afghanistan, so it cannot be completely wrong.

Next, reporters asked other questions about international relations, and Mikako started to break the rules: "I haven't learned anything yet! I'm just a freshman! You go ask Kazuo Chie! He is Associate professor, you can talk a lot more than me."

Now that I have conquered the horse, can I get Associate Professor Qianjiang Kazuo? Just force it to open?

But the reporters' excitement was suddenly transferred to associate professor Qian Jiang Kazuo.

Originally, the reporters surrounding Mikako included a lot of entertainment reporters. These entertainment reporters were not interested in the international situation at all. However, the entertainment reporters were too embarrassed to upstage their colleagues who were doing international news. After all, this was a "serious matter." We can only wait for them to ask first.

Now when Mikako mentioned Professor Chie Kazuo, the entertainment reporters became excited and asked questions one after another.

"Do you think Associate Professor Kazuo Qianjiang will honor your bet?" Several reporters asked at the same time.

Mikako: "I believe he will fulfill his bet. After all, he is a rightist. Don't rightists all admire Bushido? They will definitely not run away. I think he will not only eat noodles with his nose, but also eat noodles after eating them." He committed seppuku on the spot to express his will.”

The reporters all went crazy: "Ms. Fujii, are you suggesting that he should commit hara-kiri?"

"No, no, no, I didn't mean that. But you see, men have to show their character and consciousness, right? Even if he doesn't commit seppuku, he should cut off his little finger."

Mikako boasted, and Kazuma vaguely realized that something was wrong and planned to stop her.

However, it was too late, and she said it out: "Look at the Ji Dao, if you make a mistake, you will cut off your little finger. Did you see the old cherry tree in the yard of my master's dojo, with a bunch of Ji Dao's little fingers buried underneath? !”

Kazuma: "That's a legend! It's just a legend! It's true that some Yakuza sent my little finger to my house to apologize, but I didn't bury it under the cherry blossom tree, but threw it away!"

In fact, they were all buried under the tree, but how could such a thing be said on TV?

Apart from anything else, what if this place is regarded as a holy place by paranormal enthusiasts and comes to visit?

Wait a minute, that seems like you can make money by charging tickets?

But it was too late to change his mind now, so Kazuma decided to just let it go.

Only then did Mikako realize the problem, so she changed her words: "Haha, I was just kidding. The little finger is so disgusting. How could it be buried under the tree in your yard? It will give you nightmares."

Then she changed the subject: "Okay, that's the end of today's interview, our car is here too!"

The car sent by the Nanjo family has arrived at the door, and the driver is honking the horn wildly to disperse the reporters gathered at the door.

"I'm going to class, can you give way?" Mikako said.

However, the reporters had no intention of giving way and were still asking questions.

Kazuma took a step forward and began to use his strong arms to forcefully separate the group of reporters.

He had no obligation to do so, but he just didn't want Mikako to squeeze out physically. Even if you are a reporter, don't try to eat my girl's tofu.

**

At noon that day, Mikako's morning interview was broadcast on the midday news.

It was a working day, so Chie Kazuo watched this scene on the TV in his research room.

He broke the ballpoint pen in his hand.

The plastic pen body shattered and the chip scratched his finger.

The pain made him even more furious.

"Bastard! This damned bastard!" He roared and threw the pen into the trash can. However, he missed the throw and the pen broke and fell on the floor outside the trash can.

"This prostitute!" Chie Kazuo, like his father and mother, began to refer to Mikako Fujii as a prostitute. "She must have used evil magic to behead me! That's definitely the case! It just so happened that she and that Jinguji family My daughter is so familiar!"

In fact, the Chie family had asked Jinguji for help before, but now Chie Kazuo has completely forgotten this.

"These women are all prostitutes! Witches!" He pounded the table hard.

The crack opened by the ballpoint pen just now was widened by his violent movements.

Blood droplets as big as soybeans leaked out from the wound, then dripped onto the open notebook, and spread into a large piece at once.

At this time the phone on the table rang.

Chie Kazuo calmly opened the drawer, took out a band-aid, put it on his hand, and then answered the phone with his uninjured hand.

The voice of the president of the school's professor association, Semami, came over the phone: "Professor Chie?"

Qianjiang forced a smile: "It's me. Hello, Professor Suginami."

He thought about it, but decided not to remind Professor Suginami that he was still an associate professor.

"Professor Qianjiang, I'm calling to ask how your transfer to Sophia University as a professor went."

The expression on Qianjiang Kazuo's face froze.

This matter was natural. Although his father, Professor Chie, was dead, Sophia University took care of the face of Professor Chie's students and would generally agree to Kazuo Chie's transfer to Sophia University to take over his father's professorship.

However, Chie Kazuo's bet with Fujii Mikako became the focus of public opinion, so Sophia University postponed the introduction of Chie Kazuo.

After all, nominally, professorships should be elected by professors through voting, and democratic principles must be followed.

Such an obvious son inheriting the throne from his father will definitely make those left-wing scholars make a fuss about it.

In addition, because of Mikako, Professor Chie's academic level has been questioned recently, which has also affected Chie Kazuo's academic reputation.

Sophia University’s postponement of hiring Kazuo Chie is understandable.

As long as Argentina won the Falklands War, everything would be fine.

Yet Argentina lost.

The situation is very delicate now.

Even Chie Kazuo himself is not sure whether he can enter Sophia University.

So he said to Professor Suginami in an embarrassed tone: "Well, look at the current situation, maybe this matter will be blown away."

Professor Suginami sighed: "That's right, I can understand it. But, here's the thing, our school is planning to add a new professor position. Since we want to add a new professor position, we must have a new research laboratory. The previous professor At the meeting, we thought that just because you were leaving, your research room would be freed up for a new professor."

Qianjiang Yinan's face turned pale: "This...I haven't left yet!"

"At that time, everyone thought that you were destined to leave. We all believed that you would be able to predict correctly." Professor Suginami said slowly, "We all believed that you could make that female student punished and cleanse your father's body." The stigma! It was this trust that made us make the decision at that time."

Qianjiang Kazuo was choked to the point of being speechless.

Professor Suginami continued: "Of course, if you can't go to Sophia University, we won't expel you. After all, you only made a mistake once, and your knowledge is still very useful. You can continue to teach and educate people as an associate professor in our school." But in the research room, I’m afraid you have to hand it over.”

The corners of Qianjiang Kazuo's mouth twitched.

"Of course, we will give you an office of your own. From now on, you will be incorporated into Professor Tangta's research office as the second-in-command and have a separate office!"

Qianjiang Kazuo held it in for a long time before saying, "Thank you for being so concerned about my feelings."

"Of course, I am your father's old friend after all! He asked me to take good care of you!" Professor Suginami boasted, as if he had fulfilled Professor Qianjie's instructions very well.

Chie Kazuo resisted the urge to throw down the phone and said, "I will take all the personal belongings in the laboratory home within this week."

"Very good! Don't rush, take your time!" Professor Suginami said, "Your students will also be incorporated into Professor Tangta's laboratory in the future. Nothing will change much, I promise."

Chie Kazuo: "Thank you."

"You're welcome, that's it." The other person hung up the phone directly.

Qianjiang Kazuo threw the phone directly onto the landline and cursed: "What a loser! A loser!"

At this time the phone rang again.

Qianjiang Kazuo picked up the phone: "Moses Moses?"

"This is the national Sophia University. Are you Associate Professor Chie?"

"I am." Qianjiang Kazuo said, "My appointment has been cancelled, right?"

"Ah, that's true. We don't think it's the best time to hire you as a professor. We have reached an agreement with Associate Professor Ozawa of Northeastern University. He will go to Shangchi as a professor of international relations. But if you are willing to serve as If you are an associate professor, we will be happy to hire you."

Chie Kazuo asked with a try attitude: "Then can I have a separate research room?"

"Well... We at Sophia University are in very short supply of research labs. Unless we take back the club building used by the student club, there will be no room to open up new labs. After all, we are not like the University of Tsukuba where we have sufficient funding and can build a lot of them. A new teaching building. This is the bad thing about a liberal arts university."

Chie Kazuo sighed: "I understand, I give up the professorship. As for the associate professor, let me think about it again."

"Okay, okay," the national professor over there said "Okay" several times, "Then I'll hang up first and say hello to your mother-in-law for me."

"Okay, I will." As soon as Qianjiang Kazuo finished speaking, a busy signal came from the other side.

Chie Kazuo slapped the receiver on the table again: "Damn it!"

Just as he was about to curse, the phone rang for the third time.

Chie Kazuo answered the phone impatiently: "Moses Moses?"

"It's me, producer Miyakoji! Well, Professor Qianjiang, our program this Sunday..."

Chie Kazuo hung up the phone.

He now feels that Gong Xiaoji is especially hateful.

Unexpectedly, the phone rang again.

As soon as he picked up the receiver, Gong Xiaolu didn't wait for Qianjiang to say anything, and spoke directly: "You have to think carefully. If you don't fulfill the bet, you will get a reputation that you can't afford to lose! If you come here to fulfill the contract, you can still Promote that you are a man who keeps his word! Then you say something about standing up wherever you fall, and predict the outcome of the war in Afghanistan..."

Chie Kazuo hung up the phone again.

But this time it started ringing almost immediately.

Qianjiang Kazuo picked it up and roared: "Your mother is dead, Gong Xiaolu!"

There was silence for a few seconds, and then the voice of the old lady Qianjiang came: "Yi Nan, what did you say?"

"No, Mom, that's not what I meant!"

"You want me to die, right? Huh? That's why you want to make me angry, right? How come you couldn't even predict the Falkland Islands War correctly? How could you lose to a first-year prostitute?"

Qianjiang Kazuo felt unhappy and retorted: "Then my father's theory is wrong! He was the one who harmed me!"

"What are you talking about! Your father has only been 49 for a few days! You are an unfilial son! You are an unfilial son!"

After saying that, the old lady burst into tears.

Qianjiang Kazuo felt upset and hung up the phone directly.

Unexpectedly, after hanging up, the phone rang again.

Qianjiang Kazuo unplugged the phone line, and the phone went quiet.

He sat at the table with his head in his hands.

At this time, the door of his laboratory opened, and an associate professor from the laboratory next door poked his head in: "Professor Qianjiang, a program producer called us and asked if you would like to participate in Sunday's program."

"I will join your sister..." Kazuo Chie suddenly changed his mind, "No, I will join. But I want him to invite Mikako Fujii as well."

"Then I'll respond to him like this." After the associate professor finished speaking, he stared at Qian Jiang with pity for a few seconds before closing the door.

Kazuo Chie picked up today's newspaper and looked at the photo of Mikako Fujii on the front page.

"My life is over, but don't expect your life to be so smooth sailing!" He said through gritted teeth.

After saying that, he stood up and prepared to go to the Chemistry Department to order something.