I'm a thankful fox in Tokyo

Not long after the school bell rang, the bright golden setting sun filtered through the clear classroom glass windows, and the whole classroom seemed to be suffused with golden light.

Dongye Yu looked at it, and inexplicably remembered that in his previous life in high school, there seemed to be such a bright and golden midsummer afternoon, but now when he recalled it, it was stained with the mist of a dream, and even the classroom glass with light in his memory was smudged. Unable to touch clearly.

After entering July, Tokyo seems to have gotten rid of the weird weather some time ago, and the temperature has risen rapidly, and now it has reached the ultimate stove weather with a maximum temperature of 38°C.

Some students in the class who came from the countryside were thankful that the classrooms had air conditioners that were open around the clock. Their hometown junior high school seemed to be struggling to survive with large ceiling fans in the summer.

However, Higashi Yeyu just realized a different use of the Fire Avoidance Technique two days ago. No matter where he goes, the shop is filled with cold air, and the temperature is as low as that of a person who sells goods. He is no longer the existence that he once feared like a tiger. At home, There is no need to turn on the air conditioner and waste electricity bills.

The teacher had already packed up and left the classroom, but the students were still in the class sorting out their personal belongings and books. At the same time, the topic of study trips and accommodation was brought up again.

Higashino Yu sat in his seat and listened for a while. Someone mentioned the location of the last school trip. Was it the bay of Enoshima?

Well, last year it was the seaside, so this year it will probably be in the mountains.

This is Tachibana High's rotation system, which changes once a year to ensure that students can obtain sufficient natural and humanistic experiences in their three years of high school.

"So this year we should stay together in a famous mountain scenic spot suitable for traveling, right?"

"Mt. Takao?"

"It's not good. There's nothing to see except the Yakuo-in Temple. The only advantage is probably that it's just around Tokyo."

A short-haired girl named Aoki Yuko said longingly: "It would be great if I went to Mt. Wakakusa. The deer in Nara are very cute. It is said that Kasuga Taisha Shrine is also more efficacious. Visiting the shrine may help me improve my academic skills."

The boy sitting behind her in the same row pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses: "Instead of hoping for blessings from the gods, it is better to start studying harder now."

This boy's name is Shimada Satoshi. He is barely handsome in appearance, but he has good academic ability and is currently ranked 40th in his grade.

The two seemed to have been in the same school since junior high school and were acquaintances. Dong Yeyu remembered that they had met when school started, but they rarely interacted with each other since then.

When school first started, there were often people chatting in the class. However, with the continuous academic test and the pressure, the learning atmosphere in the class has become very tense. After class, no one talked to each other. Except for going to the toilet, everyone basically buried their heads. study.

After all, there are many talented people in the world. What is scary are those who are talented but work hard. If you want to be admitted to a number of top universities, including Dongda University, you will inevitably have to fight with these people in the examination room.

There are many key opponents, and it is not just fellow students who are competing for admission places.

Most of the top universities here in the island country set their own questions and set up examination rooms, and accept applications from fresh graduates, past students and people from the community. In other words, if you want, you can take the university entrance examination even if you are 70 years old.

Aoki Yuko rolled her eyes at him, "Can't we worship God while working hard?"

Shimada Satoshi was writing at his desk and casually whispered: "A cowardly move."

"What did you say?!"

"I say, speak with caution."

Other students probably had the same guess.

"Arima, what do you think?" A small group of people who appreciated Arima's photo album asked him a question.

Arima Norimune rubbed his chin: "The possibility of Mount Takao is not small. It is said that the previous seniors have been to Mount Takao every time. After graduation, they complained about the boring and ugly place in the school forum, which made Principal Ando angry several times. He went out in person, fought with the crowd, and seemed prepared to never change his ways."

"Did Principal Ando win the debate?" Higashinoyu interrupted and asked curiously.

The boy named Furuya Kazuhiko, who was sitting two seats in front of Higashino Yu, heard this and couldn't help but sigh.

"No, Principal Ando has always participated in the debates about school complaints, not only about school trips, but also about things like the school's greening being too formal and the garden looking vulgar. But every time it gets to a fever pitch, the posts are deleted. So much so that some people suspected that Principal Ando had used subspace power, despicably throwing the entire battlefield into the chaotic data flow of the Internet, using the power of chaos and evil to wrap up the glorious battlefield that represented victory, forever lost in the unknown. field."

Not to mention this serious accusation against the principal, didn't Furuya often hang out with Arima and others to criticize new AV movies?

Dong Yeyu looked serious and narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at him with scrutiny.

The principal has been very kind to me, and he just increased the scholarship amount not long ago.

Could this kid be a spy sent by Slaanesh?

"Speaking of which, in the past two days, Principal Ando was arguing with his seniors under a pseudonym on the forum, and someone identified him." Imagawa Kashiwagi also said with a smile.

"Is there no picture in your mouth? Please hand over the post link quickly?"

"Does Higashino-kun care about these things too?"

Imagawa Kashiwagi was a little confused. In his impression, although Higashino Yu had a mobile phone, he had never browsed the forum or watched short videos. He was holding the latest fruit phone but only used the original functions of the classic phone. He was deaf. The ultimate academic type who knows everything outside the window.

"Have a look once in a while."

Dongye Yu said casually, sneering in his heart, what is there to visit in the island forum, there is nothing new to talk about, even quarrels are not smooth, there is no offensiveness and no fun, it is far inferior to the forum.

"Sent it to you."

So he forwarded the link, and Dongye Yu took out his mobile phone with doubt, logged into the campus forum of Tachibana High School to search, and indeed found the remains of the ancient battlefield.

Although it was almost over at this time, there were still dozens of comments every time it was refreshed, and the smell of gunpowder went straight to the top of the head.

At first, the discussion was about school uniforms. The alumni felt that the Tachibana school uniforms were extremely rustic, and they criticized them verbally and pensively. Later, it was natural that the discussion gradually turned to the criticism of the aesthetics of the school leaders who made the school uniforms.

"Everyone, I think the original sin lies in the lazy administration and lack of artistic vision of the people who designed the school uniforms. The dull and boring suit jackets are the same as the school uniforms of major universities that have been copied and pasted countless times in both shape and pattern. The pattern of the buttons is exactly the same as that of Henggang Middle School, and the stitching of the cuffs is the same as that of Tsukuba Middle School. The only thing that belongs to them is probably the school emblem that has a bit of design sense. The rest of the parts are just like nightmare fusion monsters."

"What this alumnus said makes sense. I have wanted to complain for a long time. The skirts of young girls should be a platform to show beauty, but they are designed like the foot binding cloth of old ladies in Shenzhou. Like bad girls, you can only see the ankles at a glance, and you can't even see the tender white calves. It's a waste of nature."

The skirts of bad girls in the island country have undergone several changes. In the early days, they were miniskirts that showed personal appearance. Later, in order to avoid exposure in fights, they changed to long skirts.

At this time, there was an ID called the Pioneer of Classicism that was quite conspicuous. Under every critical comment, it was as if the Spartans were facing tens of thousands of Persian warriors with their backs against the Thermopylae, and they were brave enough to fight against thousands of men.

"You are short-sighted. One of you is confused by desire, and the other is intimidated by the authority of books. You are all rats."

"Who are you? Tell me your name. I will not kill nameless people."

"Listen carefully, I will not change my name. I am the Pioneer of Classicism. I am dedicated to advocating rationality, restraining personal desires, and having strict artistic norms and standards-"

"Principal Ando, ​​you pretend to be an outsider, but your position reveals everything."

Someone seemed to be an Annan crouching in the bushes, lurking for a long time, and made a fatal blow. He directly posted his IP location and screenshots of his previous small account's speech, which were clear at a glance.

Principal Ando was furious: "How dare you use Internet technology that seriously infringes on personal privacy. Whose student are you?"

"It's you? Great, alumni, come here, old thief Ando is here!"

In a flash, Principal Ando, ​​who was righteous and stern, was stripped of his skin from head to toe, directly triggering the effect of the terrifying slave owner-everyone, come here!

Then came the storm of ridicule and attack. At first, the pioneer of classicism could fight back, but later it was drowned in the tidal wave of comments, like a drowning swimmer, only two bubbles appeared and disappeared.

Dong Yeyu found it interesting and was about to eat the whole melon and refresh it, but he got the bad news of missing contact.

Needless to say, the mysterious subspace existence stretched out his blasphemous big hand.

Principal Ando was obsessed with winning or losing, which was ridiculous and pathetic.

Dong Yeyu put away his mobile phone with an unsatisfied look. Miss Moon Witch has not sent any message today, probably because there is no investigation commission.

So the three Tachibana guys left the classroom and came to the parking space, chatting and laughing, and each rode on their mounts, facing the drowsy hot wind of midsummer, and leaving the school gate under the golden and red sunset.

Soon they arrived outside the Arima family. Mrs. Arima was cleaning the yard at this time. Seeing the two of them coming back, she greeted them familiarly.

Perhaps because they saw that their son finally made a good enough friend, Arima's parents did not show impatience with Higashino Yu's daily visit, but frequently invited him to stay for dinner, looking very enthusiastic.

Therefore, Higashino Yu was able to practice swordsmanship smoothly under the guidance of Arima Tadayasu, and it has been nearly a month to this day.

In the Japanese-style room illuminated by incandescent lamps, the ivory-white sword blade, like a pool of moonlight, rubbed against the rusty sword body, and the flames splashed. The sword blade appeared at the side of the old man's neck like a flash, and then stopped in a movement that seemed to violate inertia. It was really as powerful as thunder and thunder, and as powerful as the clear light of the sea.

Strangely, the cold and clear sword body did not reflect the shadow of the opponent, as if the old man in front of him did not exist in the real world.

"I lost."

Arima Tadayoshi exhaled, as if he had unloaded a long-term burden, showing a relieved smile, and slowly sheathed the sword in his hand.

"In the future, Ayu, you can teach the Sky Blue Itto Ryu to the people you approve of, and you don't need to come to me to learn."

Is this considered a complete transmission?

Higashino Yu and Arima Norimune were a little surprised when they heard this. They looked at each other and were about to ask questions. Arima Tadayoshi motioned for them to be quiet and explained.

"That's about all I can teach you. Ayu is a very talented swordsman. As long as you practice more and comprehend the rest of the swordsmanship, you will soon be able to fully master it."

Is that all you have learned?

Arima Norimune was stunned when he heard this, and after a moment he sighed a little sadly.

Higashino Yu bowed to Arima Tadayasu and said, "Teacher, you have worked hard these days. I will never forget your kindness in teaching you."

After nearly a month of study, I have indeed almost finished learning all the techniques of Tianlan Ittou-ryu. I also have some ideas for stream-of-consciousness techniques such as Muxiang Sword and Dream Sword due to the display competition with Arima Tadayasu.

The remaining parts only require diligent practice and mastery, and you are basically ready to become a master. If you can have your own understanding, you can even start a sect.

When he said this, his eyes fell on Arima Tadaksu's much illusory soul body. He was silent for a moment and asked: "What is Shihan's wish? Is there still no clue about the forgotten things?"

Arima Tadayasu still thinks that he is in a dream and that he is still alive.

Higashino and Yu were afraid that telling the truth would hasten his demise, so they never mentioned this matter - whether it was Liao Zhai or Island Legend, there were similar legends.

The dead people do not know that they are dead and live a peaceful life as before. But one day when someone exposes this fact, they will instantly turn into ashes and disappear.

Of course, with the old man's stubborn character, even if Dong Yeyu and others mentioned it, he would only think it was a prank done by 'that person' to mess with him.

"I still can't remember it, but I'm relieved. It was just a dream anyway. I'll ask him when I wake up."

Tadayasu Arima's tone didn't seem to care much, "Recently, as long as I stay in a dreamland for as long as a cup of tea, I will feel trance-like and drowsy. When I wake up again, it will be the next day. I think it's probably Are you almost out of the dream?"

He said, but his frown showed the hesitation in his heart.

Arima Zezong asked curiously: "Ancestor Zhongkang, who is the 'that person' you have been talking about?"

Arima Zhongyasu had a dazed expression when he heard this, and frowned in confusion, "Yes, who is that? I only remember that the things I forgot were related to him, but why can't I remember the identity."

"I don't know what happened to Fuzhishan Castle in the dream. If you can, Ayu and Zezong, please take me to see it."

"I understand, please rest quickly. Don't be too tired in the recent period and try to rest as much as possible. Otherwise, it would be a pity if you can't see Fukuchiyama Castle in your dream." Higashinoyu said.

"Fukuchiyama"

The tall, skinny old man sat cross-legged on the floor and murmured. He turned into a little aura and returned to Bizen Nagafune Kunimasu. His aura was so weak that it was almost invisible.