I'm a thankful fox in Tokyo

Chapter 239
Not long after the school bell rang, the golden setting sun shone through the bright glass windows of the classroom, and the entire classroom seemed to be dyed with golden light.

Dong Ye Yu saw this and inexplicably recalled that he seemed to have had such a bright and golden midsummer afternoon when he was in high school in his previous life. However, when he recalled it now, it was stained with the mist of dreams, and he could not even touch the lighted classroom glass in his memory clearly.

After entering July, Tokyo seems to have gotten rid of the strange weather in the past period of time. The temperature has risen rapidly and has now reached the ultimate furnace weather with the highest temperature of 38℃.

Some students in the class who came from the countryside were thankful that the classroom had air conditioning that was open 24 hours a day, as the junior high schools in their hometowns seemed to still be barely surviving in the summer with large ceiling fans.

However, Dong Yeyu had just realized a different way of applying the fire-avoiding tactics two days ago. No matter where he went, he would feel cool all over. A small temperature was like a threat to his life, and it was no longer something he was afraid of like a tiger. There was no need to turn on the air conditioner at home and waste electricity.

The teacher had packed up and left the classroom, but the students stayed in to organize their personal belongings and books. At the same time, the topic of school trips and training camps was brought up again.

Higashino Yu sat in his seat and listened for a while. Someone mentioned the address of the previous school trip. It was the bay of Enoshima?

Wanla, last year it was the seaside, this year it will probably be the mountainous area.

This is the rotation system of Tachibana High School, which is changed every year to ensure that students can gain sufficiently rich natural and humanistic experience in their three years of high school.

"So this year we should be staying together in a famous mountain scenic spot suitable for tourism, right?"

"Takao-san?"

"Not very good. There's nothing to see except the Yakuoin Temple. The only advantage is probably that it's just outside Tokyo."

A short-haired girl named Aoki Yuko said longingly, "It would be great to go to Wakakusa Mountain. The deer in Nara are very cute, and Kasuga Taisha Shrine is said to be quite effective. Going there to pay my respects might help me improve my academic ability."

The boy sitting in the same row with her pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses and said, "Instead of pinning our hopes on the gods' blessing, we should start studying harder now."

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

The two seemed to have been in the same junior high school and were acquaintances. Dong Ye Yu remembered that they had met at the beginning of the school year, but they rarely interacted afterwards.

At the beginning of the school year, there were often people chatting in the class, but with the continuous pressure of academic ability tests, the learning atmosphere in the class has become very tense. After class, no one whispers to each other. Except for going to the bathroom, everyone is basically studying.

After all, there are so many talented people in the world. What is scary is those people who are talented and work hard. If you want to be admitted to top universities such as Tokyo University, you must fight with this group of people in the examination room.

There are still many key competitors, and it is not just classmates who are competing for admission places.

Most of the top universities on this island set their own questions and examination halls, and accept applications from current and former graduates as well as members of the public. This means that if you want, you can take the college entrance examination even if you are seventy years old.

Aoki Yuko rolled her eyes at him and said, "Can't I work hard and worship God at the same time?"

Shimada Satoshi was writing at his desk when he whispered, "What a cowardly act."

"What did you say?!"

"I say, it's a serious word."

The other students probably had the same guess.

"Arima, what do you think?" The small group that appreciated Arima's photo album asked him a question.

Arima Norimune stroked his chin, "It's quite possible that it was Mt. Takao. It's said that every senior from the previous classes has been to Mt. Takao. After graduation, they complained about how boring and ugly it was on the school forum. Principal Ando was so angry that he personally went there several times to argue with the crowd. It seems that he is not going to learn from his mistakes."

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

The two boys sitting in front of Higashino Yu, named Furuya Kazuhiko, couldn't help but sigh when they heard this.

"No, Principal Ando participated in all the debates about the school, not only about the school trip, but also about the school's greenery being too rigid and the garden being vulgar. But every time the debate was about to get heated, the post would be deleted, so much so that some people suspected that Principal Ando used the power of the subspace and despicably threw the entire battlefield into the chaotic data flow of the Internet, using the evil power of chaos to wrap up the glorious battlefield that represented victory, and lost it forever in the unknown realm."

Not to mention the severe accusations against the principal, didn't this kid Furuya often hang out with Arima and others to review newly released AV movies?

Dong Yeyu looked serious, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his gaze was full of scrutiny.

The principal has been very kind to me and he recently increased the amount of his scholarship.

Could this kid be a spy sent by Slaanesh?

"Speaking of which, Principal Ando argued with seniors under a pseudonym in the forum these two days and was identified." Imagawa Kashiwagi also said with a smile.

"No pictures or anything? Please hand over the link to the post."

"Does Dong Ye-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 visited forums or watched short videos. He had the latest model of Apple phone but only used the most primitive functions of an old phone. He was the ultimate nerd who was oblivious to the world outside.

"Take a look once in a while."

Dong Ye Yu said casually, sneering in his heart. What is there to visit in the island country forum? There is nothing new to talk about over and over again. Even the arguments are not smooth. There is no offensiveness and no fun. It is far inferior to the Tieba.

"I sent you."

So the link was forwarded over, and Higashino Yu took out his mobile phone skeptically and logged into the campus forum of Tachibana High School to search, and sure enough, he found the remains of the ancient battlefield.

Although it is almost over, there are still dozens of comments with every refresh, and the smell of gunpowder goes straight to the top of my head.

The discussion initially focused on school uniforms. The alumni felt that the Tachibana uniforms were extremely tacky and they criticized them. Then the discussion naturally shifted to criticizing the aesthetic taste of the school leaders who designed the uniforms.

"Everyone, I think the original sin lies with the lazy administration and lack of artistic vision of the person who designed the school uniform. The plain and boring suit jacket is identical in shape and pattern to the uniforms of other universities that have been copied and pasted countless times. 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, which has a bit of design. The rest of the parts are just like a nightmare fusion monster."

"What this alumnus said makes sense. I have been wanting to complain for a long time. The skirt of a young girl should be a platform to show her beauty, but it is designed like the foot binding cloth of an old lady in China, just like a bad girl. At a glance, you can only see the ankle, and you can't even see the whole white calf. It's a waste of nature's gift."

The skirts of bad girls in the island country have changed several times. In the early days, they wore miniskirts to show their personal appearance. Later, they changed to long skirts to avoid exposure in fights. At this time, an ID called "Classicism Pioneer" was quite conspicuous. Under each critical comment, it was as if the Spartans, facing tens of thousands of Persian soldiers with their backs against the Thermopylae, were brave enough to fight against thousands of men.

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

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

"Listen carefully, I will not change my name or surname. I am a pioneer of classicism. I advocate rationality, restrain personal desires, and have strict artistic norms and standards—"

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

Someone was like an Annan person crouching in the bushes, lurking for a long time and then striking a fatal blow. He directly posted his IP location and screenshots of his previous speeches on his small account, making it 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? All right, fellow alumni, come over here! Old thief Ando is here!"

In a flash, Principal Ando, ​​who had been speaking righteously, was stripped naked from head to toe, directly triggering the effect of the terrifying slave owner - everyone, come here!

What followed was a storm of ridicule and attacks. Initially, the vanguard of classicism was able to fight back, but was eventually drowned in the tidal wave of comments, like a drowning swimmer who only produced two bubbles and then disappeared.

Dong Yeyu found it interesting and was about to finish watching the whole thing and refresh the page, but he received the sad news that he had lost contact.

Needless to say, the mysterious Warp Being stretched out his blasphemous hand.

Principal Ando is obsessed. He is so fixated on winning or losing. It's ridiculous and pathetic.

Dongye Yu put away his phone with a lingering feeling. Miss Moon Witch had not sent any message today, probably because there was no investigation commission.

So Tachibana and his two companions left the classroom and went to the parking space while chatting and laughing. They each mounted their mounts and left the school gate, heading towards the drowsy hot midsummer wind and the golden and red setting sun.

They soon arrived outside the Arima family's house. Mrs. Arima was cleaning the yard at the time. When she saw the two of them coming back, she greeted them familiarly.

Perhaps because they saw that their son had finally made a good enough friend, Arima's parents did not show any impatience towards Higashino Yu's daily visits. Instead, they frequently invited him to stay for dinner, and seemed very enthusiastic.

As a result, Higashino Yu was able to successfully practice swordsmanship under the guidance of Arima Tadayasu, and it has been nearly a month to date.

In the Japanese-style room illuminated by incandescent lamps, the ivory-white sword's blade, like a pool of moonlight, rubbed against the rusted sword body. Sparks splashed, and the blade appeared at the side of the old man's neck like a flash, and then stopped in a movement that seemed to go against inertia. It was truly as powerful as thunder that came and went with rage, and as powerful as the clear light of the river and the sea.

What was strange was that the cold and clear sword did not reflect the opponent's shadow, as if the old man in front of him did not exist in the real world.

"I lost."

Arima Tadayasu let out a breath, as if he had unloaded a long-standing burden, smiled with relief, and slowly sheathed the sword in his hand.

"From now on, Yu, you can teach the Sky Blue Ittoryu to anyone you approve of. You don't need to come to me to learn."

Is this considered a rumor?
Higashino Yu and Arima Norimune were a little surprised to hear this. They looked at each other and were about to ask questions, but Arima Tadayasu motioned for them to be quiet and explained.

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

Have you finished learning this?
Arima Zemune was stunned when he heard this, and after a moment he sighed somewhat dejectedly.

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

After nearly a month of study, I have almost learned all the techniques of Sky Blue Ittoryu. I have also gained some ideas about stream-of-consciousness moves such as the Sword of No Thought and the Sword of Dreams through the demonstrative competition with Arima Tadayoshi.

For the rest, you just need to practice diligently and master it, and you will basically be a master. If you can have your own understanding, you can even establish your own school.

When he said this, his eyes fell on Arima Tadayasu's soul, which had become much more illusory. After a moment of silence, he asked, "Does the teacher have any wishes? Do you still have no clue about the forgotten matter?"

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

Dong Yeyu and the others were afraid that telling the truth would accelerate his demise, so they never mentioned the matter - whether it was Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio or Legends of the Island, there had been similar legends.

The dead do not know that they are dead and live a peaceful life as before they were alive. But if this fact is exposed by someone one day, 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 just think it was a prank done by "that person" to play a prank on him.

"I still can't remember, but I've let it go. It's just a dream anyway. I'll go ask him after I wake up."

Arima Tadayoshi's tone didn't seem to care much, "Recently, whenever I stay in a dream for a cup of tea, I'll feel dazed and sleepy. When I wake up, it's the next day. I guess I'm about to wake up from the dream, right?"

As he spoke, his frown revealed the hesitation in his heart.

Arima Norimune asked curiously, "Ancestor Tadayoshi, who is this 'that person' you have been talking about?"

Arima Tadayasu looked dazed when he heard this, and frowned in confusion, "Yes, who is that? I only remember that the thing I forgot was related to him, but why can't I remember his identity?"

"I don't know what happened to the Fukuchiyama Castle in my dream. If possible, Ayu, Ze Zong, please take me to see it."

"I understand. Please take a rest soon. Don't be too tired in the recent period. Try to rest as much as possible. Otherwise, it will be a pity if you can't see the Fukuchiyama Castle in your dreams." Higashino Yu said.

"Fukuchiyama"

The tall and skinny old man sat cross-legged on the floor, muttering to himself, and transformed into a speck of spiritual light that returned to Bizen Osafune no Kami. His breath was so weak that it was almost invisible.

(End of this chapter)