Tokyo Sound

A few seconds later.

"Where did this Dongda vase come from? How dare you challenge handsome guys from universities all over the country?!"

"Are you bullying me, Waseda University, because there is no one there?"

"Our swimming team's brave warrior Ichiro Mishima can kill this man!"

"I think you don't take me, Kanto Oguri Shun [Note: Japanese actor, his main works include "GTO", "Hot Blood School", etc.] seriously!"

"Everyone from Qingying, stand up!"

There were few but all the male audiences were excited.

But the champion had already slipped away, taking the rest of the contestants with him.

"Dean, the security measures for the school memorial day must be in place, right? My life may be in danger..."

"Such a mediocre person is not worth mentioning." Onishikawasuke stroked his beard lightly, not caring at all, and then laughed heartily, "Years of worries are gone in one day, hahahaha, did you see the faces of those old stubborn people from other schools on the sidelines just now? You did a great job, very good!"

"..."

"Hey, don't look like I'm selling you out. Don't worry, everything I promised you beforehand is valid. You don't have to worry about failing a course or having to repeat a grade for the rest of your life!"

In other words, if you don't do it well, you will never be able to graduate normally in this life.

"Remember to come sit in the cafe of my department later. It would be good to improve the sales performance while the heat is still there. That's it. I'm leaving first and catching up with those old guys."

Onishikawasuke had a rosy face and walked away happily.

Yin Ze hung his face.

The runner-up and others were also sighing.

So beauty does not necessarily bring good luck, and sometimes it becomes a tool in the hands of those in power. Looking back at history, this is always the case.

……

Sakura Eiji tilted his head. He felt that the wind not far away was a little noisy, mixed with the energetic shouts of good men.

“My alma mater is still so lively.”

The middle-aged man put his hands behind his back and started walking around.

Chapter 5 I need to regroup my troops

The golden leaves are like a dream or a butterfly.

Ginkgo leaves tumbled down and spread on the path, forming a long, fluffy trail. In the distance, students from the Enka Club were singing a niche ballad. Koizumi Yuzaburo stopped and looked up at the swaying branches. The bright sun shone through the leaves, and spots of light dotted his shoulders. Complex emotions emerged in the iron-blooded educator's dark eyes.

The dean standing nearby squinted his eyes, looking relaxed and quiet. As one gets older, one loves to enjoy the emptiness when one is distracted, especially in such a hot season. His thinning hair shines slightly in the sun.

"Summer has always been so lonely, with only the scorching sun and mosquitoes to keep me company." The principal felt something in his mind and spoke after thinking for a while.

"Good poem, good poem. It has a sense of loneliness, but also is down-to-earth, not like those empty castles in the air." The dean opened his eyes wide and praised generously, "I heard that in the Tang Dynasty, Bai Juyi would read every poem he wrote to an illiterate old lady. If the old lady only half understood it, he would revise it. If she still couldn't understand it after the revision, he would not accept it. Such poems that are not popular with the people are better not to be accepted. You can write good poems that are appreciated by both the refined and the popular. You are really full of literary spirit."

"It's just a casual work, just a casual work." Yuzaburo Koizumi waved his hand modestly.

"Are there the last two lines of the poem 'Ode to Summer'?" Yamayanagi Uenobu asked in admiration.

"I'll complete it when I get some inspiration," said Yuzaburo Koizumi calmly.

"That's right, writing is a natural talent." Shan Liushengxin deeply agreed.

The high school girl who was also standing nearby saw this ugly mutual flattery. Although her expression did not change, she could not help but show a hint of contempt in her eyes.

"Qinghua, I remember you were in high spirits when you came here, why didn't you say a word?" Shan Liushengxin was a little puzzled, "Is it because the campus environment here is a little worse than you expected, and you feel disappointed?"

"No, you misunderstood." Shan Liusheng Qinghua said concisely, "It's just that I don't have a boss in front of me who needs to please and flatter."

"He's just like that. Just coax him a little like you would a child. It won't cost you anything." Shan Liushengxin took a few steps closer and lowered his voice.

"My granddaughter has a very good temperament. You can tell at a glance that she is well-read. Most importantly, she didn't inherit your facial features." Koizumi Yuzaburo carefully looked at the beautiful girl and said deeply, "Reading makes people clean. You may forget a book after reading it, like trying to fetch water with a bamboo basket, but the result is by no means in vain. Reading again and again, the bamboo basket will be immersed in water again and again, and slowly, the bamboo basket will eventually be very neat and clean. It can be said that a thousand people are like the sea, and one body is hidden. This is a truth that only people who read can understand."

"At this age, my little student can restrain his free nature and concentrate on studying famous classics. His future aspirations must be extraordinary." The iron-blooded educator said with some respect for his talent, "Are you willing to accept my guidance? I come from a scholarly family and have been engaged in the education industry for many years. I have many students all over the world, including a poor student who successfully turned around and made it to Tokyo University in three months..."

Again.

It has been 48 hours since I last heard about the story of his direct disciple kicking open the red gate in 90 days. The dean of studies had a dull expression on his face.

"I'm not interested." Shan Liusheng Qinghua said politely, "The Metropolitan Takeizumi Middle School I attend is ranked in the top five, with strong teaching staff, and it's a perfect fit for me."

"Since you have a relationship with the dean, why don't you come to our school?" Koizumi Yusaburo frowned.

"…Because our unit is well-behaved." Shan Liu Shengxin chose to tell the truth.

"Hmph. That's all in the past. We now have the capital to promote ourselves. The deviation value has increased by 90 points in 40 days. Which other school can do that? In time, with improved benefits, higher thresholds, and a constant flow of students... that means we will be the number one university!" The principal said boldly, "Dean, tell me, you will take care of everything in teaching affairs!"

"I think it will be a success if we can set up three top classes," the dean thought.

Koizumi Yuzaburo was a little dissatisfied with this stubborn and conservative answer, but considering that Mediterranean was old and his blood had cooled, he decided not to argue about it. "We can talk about the big things of conquering cities and ponds later. Now you should just focus on visiting the festival. If my little granddaughter feels the atmosphere here more, she will also be more determined to study."

The three-person team with strange compatibility quickly blended into the excitement. The flow of people during the two days of the May Festival was no less than that of Shibuya 109 on holidays. On this day, the number of people getting off at Nezu Station was several times more than usual.

Yuzaburo Koizumi named himself Honorary Master of Tokyo University and took on the responsibility of being a tour guide.

"Next to the Yasuda Auditorium is a seated statue of Hamao Arata. One hundred years ago, Mr. Hamao became the president of the University of Tokyo, and it was he who initiated the planting of the iconic ginkgo tree. Now he sits here quietly, looking at the historic campus and the young and vigorous students."

"The architectural style of the entire campus is red brick European style, which has never changed in more than a hundred years. There are red brick buildings shaded by green trees everywhere, and the environment is peaceful. Today is full of a festive atmosphere, and citizens and students who come to visit with their families and friends can be seen everywhere..."

"There was a loud shout from the side of the playground. It turned out to be the students of the kendo training hall sweating profusely inside, showing the spirit of young men. In contrast, there was an anime dance performance on the open-air stage. The two poles competed with each other, and the sparks of confrontation were invisibly rubbed out. Whether the Nine-Headed Dragon Flash has higher damage, or the dance that reproduces the sunny and happy mood in "The Melancholy of Summer" is better, let us wait and see..."

"This dancing posture is not good, it's just for show." Shan Liushengxin lifted his thin bangs and made a harsh comment.

"You also know this?" Shan Liusheng Qinghua laughed.

"The director is the instructor of our school's animation club." Koizumi Yuzaburo raised his eyebrows, "And he's also a fan of the underground idol group "ChuChuChu will pierce your heart with cuteness~". He must have an extraordinary level of appreciation for otaku songs and dances. Don't you know that..."

The dean of studies quickly covered the principal's mouth and escorted him away from this dangerous place.

Next to the kendo hall is a forest. Passing through the tall and lush trees and the stone path, you will arrive at the famous Sanshiro Pond, a popular place for literary youths and a good place for dating. It is cool and humid here, like a secluded paradise. You can even see wild ducks swimming leisurely in the pond. Once a freshman from the Department of Literature came here because of its reputation. When he saw the plump feathers of the wild ducks, he immediately thought that the meat of the duck must be very delicious. Unfortunately, the cafeteria only has the famous limited roast chicken, but no limited roast duck. It is a living species discrimination. I must find an opportunity to appeal.

The poolside is the venue for the tea ceremony club. The girls dressed up carefully and looked as gentle and tender as the ancient women in the Taiga drama. The simple furniture and tatami imitated the layout of the Warring States period. The club created a corner that transcends time by the pool. Visitors only need to spend some money to wear ancient costumes and experience the feeling of being an ancient daimyo. It is very creative.

The dean seemed very interested and said, "It's not easy for the kids to debut, they need my support." I participated once and it was very memorable. I wanted to do it again, but I saw my granddaughter taking pictures with her mobile phone silently, and I immediately gave up the idea.

There are quite a lot of simulated restaurants on campus, but most of them just buy the ingredients and cook them directly, which is simple and crude.

"Our school will be holding a school festival and a cultural festival later. We must take them seriously. This is a social test without scores that requires all-round development of morality, intelligence and physique. We must avoid doing things without preparation." The principal said sternly. He was holding a plate of mashed potatoes in his hand, and he was hissing from the heat.

The taste is just so-so and the price is high, which reminds me of the unscrupulous catering industry in the scenic area. They close for a year and eat well for a year after opening. The ingredients are the same, but the cooking skills are shabby. The smell of burnt food spreads ten miles away. However, the smart top students know how to play to their strengths and avoid their weaknesses, so they avoided the important issues and worked hard to promote themselves.

The name of the store is unique.

"Beef skewers made from the selected parts of 10 sheep!", "Made by the sixth place student in Science 100, one skewer will give you extra points?!", "The counselors all said it was good, and the Nobel Prize winners cried after eating it", "Bashi Deban, authentic Sichuan spicy style, if you are a man, come and challenge sticks!"

Every year, clubs and classes count on the sales of simulated stores at the school festival to earn some funds for their activities, so they will do anything to achieve performance. It is normal for boys to wear high-slit cheongsams and show their hairy legs when they serve as receptionists.

The School of Engineering is relatively normal, and is basically a children's activity center. It presents some principles to parents and children through observable phenomena, so that even people without professional knowledge can enjoy it. Children can truly feel the academic atmosphere of the university and the power of technology. Parents like to bring their children to participate in these activities, and the income is very stable.

But there are some who are crazy. Some people dress up as Gotham City Joker, or wear Jigsaw masks, rub their hands, and kindly say to the innocent children, "Hello, I want to play a game with you", and then show the models and problems he carefully prepared, such as the trolley problem, the brain in a vat, and the time bomb... The result is naturally that he was taken back by the department head by the neck and taught a lesson.

But these are not the most profitable. Because many of the tourists are middle school and high school students, and parents who want their children to succeed. So the most popular stall is the medical department. It's not about setting up stalls for free clinics... but selling books. As the top students among the top students, their homework notes are worth a fortune. In addition to selling notes, they also provide grade-raising consultation, college entrance examination counseling, and sell counseling books.

"Only by making good use of your brain can you be successful in everything. Look at those people wearing cheongsams and pretending to be Red-Eyes Black Dragon and Dark Magician Girl. They are using their strength in the wrong place." The person in charge of the medical department booth bit a chocolate bar, blew out fake smoke rings, and snorted, "Although we are all alumni of the same school and are all high IQ talents in the country, there are still differences in IQ index."

"Selling fried rice and octopus balls? Those are leftovers from middle school. The Department of Agriculture is cooperating with the Department of Economics to get raw materials together. It's a lesson learned. It's better than selling old hens and sterilized eggs by ourselves. Science and Engineering will continue to follow the Children's Palace route. They have small ambitions and are not enough to defeat us. This time, we will still be the winner."

"Not necessarily. I just got the news that the coffee in the literature department next door is selling like hot cakes." The classmate frowned.

"It's just instant coffee, even the cups are disposable, how much profit can it make?" The person in charge shook his head.

"They seem to be selling it at five times the price." The classmate looked through the documents and his eye twitched.

The person in charge almost couldn't catch his breath, and the chocolate bar was bitten into several pieces.

"Why the hell don't they just go and rob the money!" The person in charge angrily slammed the table, "This is too much, using all these evil tricks, isn't it just to promote the goods? Where's the guy in the fight? He's the runner-up after all, bring him here!"

"No, he's handsome in fighting, but he's just a big ice cube, very frugal with words, and has no interaction at all. He doesn't even bother to pay attention to customers when they come. The seller is just as arrogant as the buyer. But the guy next door is different. He is a natural actor. The same face can play a variety of female roles. He can interpret the temperament and conversation of the top 10 most beautiful faces. He is also a part-time voice actor, eloquent, and a double enjoyment of vision and hearing... Now he is too lazy to hide it. He has launched a service that offers customized scenes and lines for buying 10 cups of coffee." The classmate said aggrievedly, "There is also a buy more, get more free package."

"What's the difference between this and buying wine and flowers for gigolos to boost sales?!" The person in charge glared with gritted teeth, "It's unbelievable that in such a prestigious academic center, the end of the country's academic examinations, such a thing as selling beauty would happen!"

"He is not a sex maniac. He ranked seventh in the Bunsan exam, firmly in the first tier. He is also a student of Dean Onishikawasuke, so his future is bright."

"Damn Takizawa Satoru!!!"

"Oh, classmate, do you know Takizawa Satoru?" In front of the stall, a middle-aged man with an old look who had just walked over was flipping through old notes. Upon hearing this, he asked with great interest.

"Who doesn't recognize him after today?" The person in charge panted slightly. "Earlier, he used a loud speaker to spread the word that he had no rivals in the world."

"So heroic?!" Koizumi Yuzaburo couldn't help but feel overwhelmed.

As expected, a golden scale cannot stay in a pond. Once it encounters wind and clouds, it will turn into a dragon. In this secret world where scholarships are everywhere and three-good students are worse than dogs, the students taught by me have not faded, but are still shining and unique.

The mentality has advanced from Dongfang Bubai to Dugu Qiubai, which is shocking!

And Ohnishi Kawase... He was nominated for the Nobel Prize in 94 for his work "Fireworks of the Year Bunkyu", but he simply rejected the nomination with the words "I am not mature enough, I don't deserve it". The principal himself has long admired him, and he was accepted as a disciple by such a master shortly after entering school. He is really outstanding!

"Oh my, the clouds have finally cleared and the moon is revealed. It's a pity that Mr. Yaskawa and my poker-playing friend Doctor Shinmura didn't come today, otherwise we would be so happy to know that the poor students and depressed teenagers have transformed into butterflies." The dean's eyes were filled with tears.

Yamayagiri Seika was also well aware of Ōnishi Kawaisuke's status in the traditional literary world, and was a little shocked for a while.

"Excuse me, does he have any work during the school memorial day?" asked Yuzaburo Koizumi.

"If you walk a few hundred meters to the east, you will find the Department of Literature." The person in charge pointed the way in a bad mood.

"Thank you very much." The iron-blooded educator couldn't wait to see a little of the miracle boy's current brilliance.

Chapter 6 I Need to Re-evaluate

I suddenly wanted to go back to that evening on the Shinano River through the fog of twenty years. Under the setting sun, the sound of students' bicycle bells rose and fell on the shore with the wind. Maybe I should say something else to my past self, such as "You are a boat, drifting is your destiny, don't dock."

or.

"Nagase Takao will confess to the female squad leader before you do, so you'd better implement your last-ditch plan in advance. In addition, Tokyo's future consumption will continue to rise."

Sakura Eiji looked straight at the big man in front of him. The other party had three times more fat reserves than ordinary people, and the large short-sleeved shirt could not cover the rolling waves of flesh. He tried hard to connect this spherical outline with the skinny and young man in his memory. Fortunately, the impression of the facial features could barely overlap, so he was more or less confident that he had not recognized the wrong person.

"...Scallion Flowers?" Sakura Eiji tried to call out the other person's nickname from their college days.

"Oh? Are you Sakura? You've changed so much!" The big man smiled in surprise, holding a skewers in his left hand and a milkshake in his right hand. His eyes were so thick with fat that you couldn't see them. "You looked like a typical nerd back then. Now you're so stylish, aren't you?"

indeed.

President Sakura's outfit today is very youthful and casual, with a gray-green shirt and white pants, a pair of sunglasses hanging on his chest pocket, limited edition sports shoes, and a Rolex watch as the finishing touch. Finally, coupled with his special temperament of having a lot of savings, he looks like he is not here to attend a class reunion, but to play golf and go for an outing.

"Everyone, Sakura is here!" Xiao Conghua wiped the oil from the corner of her mouth and turned to remind others.

A dozen men and women who had arrived earlier immediately gathered around, expressing their surprise, emotion and joy.

"It's been more than ten years since we last met. You're much more handsome than you were back then!"

"Sure, you haven't gained weight at your age, and your abdomen is quite tight. You must exercise regularly, right?"

"What a heroic rooster costume, and a nice hairstyle."

"Cheers, cheers."

"You should have come earlier. You could have seen Lao Chuantou. He doesn't teach anymore, he's in charge of management. He just came for a look around, and now he's going to inspect the work of the younger students."

Sakura Eiji looked at these familiar yet unfamiliar faces, feeling mixed emotions, and shook hands with each of them to reminisce about the past.

"Why did the green onion flowers become like this?" After taking a walk around, he asked specifically because he really cared about it.

"I drink alcohol often and eat a lot of meat and fish, that's it. I also like sweets very much. When summer comes, I always like to eat a few boxes of ice cream. That's it, please understand." The man smiled very honestly and took a few sips of the iced milkshake.

"Take care of your health. At our age, the consequences of bad habits in our youth are beginning to show. Later on, when we are in our fifties or sixties, old age diseases will start to emerge. You have to pay attention to your health in advance." Sakura Eiji advised.

"You talk in the same way as my wife." The man shook his head. "I understand the truth, but it's not that easy. At my prime, can I avoid drinking?"

"Not a lawyer?"

"No, I didn't even take the judicial examination. It takes a long time and is difficult. I had no income during the judicial training [Note: refers to the national training after passing the Japanese judicial examination, which lasts for one year]. My father was also hospitalized at the time. My family has supported my studies for so many years, and I didn't want to cause more trouble, so I just went out to find a job." The man sighed and said, "In the third year, my father still didn't make it. After paying off his debts for a while, he fell in love with his childhood sweetheart, got married and had children, and then basically developed in his hometown."

"Looking at the tonnage, in addition to socializing on weekdays, I guess your wife's cooking skills are also extraordinary, right?" Sakura Eiji thought for a moment.

"Haha, she's okay. She just loves to study cooking." When the man mentioned his wife, there was love in his eyes and brows. It seemed that their marriage was happy.

"If nothing else, you were very intelligent back then. If you had gone into the legal and political circles, you might have been able to find a place for yourself." Sakura Eiji said with some regret.

"That requires frequent dealings with people, a test of endurance, and most importantly, time and financial strength. I'm not suitable. And some people have lost their humanity after studying law..." The man lowered his voice, looked around, and paused, "Ryosuke still remembers it, he adheres to the golden rule that lawyers are not judges but advocates for clients. Over a long period of time, he has made a big name for himself, has an astonishingly high winning rate, and has become a consultant for large companies, making a lot of money. The other Yonghui became a prosecutor, and his path is exactly the opposite. He can't tolerate any sand in his eyes, hates evil, and is only dedicated to achieving social justice. He prosecutes criminals without compromise, which has caused a lot of trouble. These two occasionally clash, but their friendship as classmates is long gone."

"No wonder I haven't seen him. Back then, he was a shining new star." Sakura Eiji looked around the small venue and sighed deeply, "Where's Nagase? Why didn't he come?"

"Takafu?" The man paused, "His last name isn't Nagase anymore."