Shauri's interest in Kiryu and horses grows.

Now, in her cognition, the image of Kiryu and the horse has changed a little.

Then she looked at the chow noodle girl, hesitated for a moment and asked, "Is this Kiryu-san...... Don't want to learn kendo, want to be a musician? ”

"No, he's obsessed with kendo. In my opinion, music or something, it feels like a little hobby for him? You see that in the sword and halberd movie, the sword hero can play a flute or something, right? If you are not at the worst, you have to take a leaf and blow it. ”

Beixiang Shaxuli was shocked: "Just because of this kind of thing, you learned the harmonica?" ”

"Well, I think so. After all, I'm his childhood sweetheart, and I still know him well. The yakisoba girl said confidently, and then added in a low voice, "I know better than Nanjo and the chairman." ”

Kitago Shaxu felt something, but the fried noodles were too fragrant, and she didn't eat breakfast, so she lowered her head and took two bites of fried noodles, and when she looked up again, the trace of emotion had disappeared from the fried noodles girl's face.

Sha Xuli continued to ask, "So, Kiryu and Ma learn music, just to make themselves more like Kenhao?" ”

"Probably...... Right? I saw that his expression was quite longing when he saw the real sword hero, although he directly refused the old gentleman's request to accept the apprentice. ”

"That's how it was! How can this be, the music should be...... Music isn't such a superficial thing! ”

The chow mein girl looked at Sha Xuli: "Uh...... I'm sorry, but I don't think Kazuma meant to belittle music. ”

"The music is!" Kitago Sasu ignored the chow noodle girl, "Music is a refuge and a salvation, and it's not something that talented people can write casually with such a joking attitude." ”

"No, no, he didn't write casually, I think he was super serious when he wrote about the location of the stars. When he wrote the third song, he still burst into tears, and that feeling was by no means false. The fried noodle girl seriously defended her childhood sweetheart and said, "Maybe my statement made you misunderstand." I'm sorry! ”

Beixiang Shaxu gobbled up the fried noodles, put the lunch box back on the counter of the fried noodle stall, took out the money and slapped it on the table: "I will confirm it with my own eyes." ”

"You ......" the chow noodle girl looked at the pile of change on the table, "this...... We're sure to be short of change today, but you're scaring me. ”

Beixiang Shaxu didn't say anything, and left without looking back.

**

Mikako Fujii looked at the girl who left and put away the change.

At this time, the girl in her class leaned over: "Who? Could it be Kiryu's little fan sister? It feels like she's a second year of secondary school just now, and that uniform is the uniform of Mingcheng Elementary School, right? She can't really be a secondary 2 girl, right? ”

The second grade of junior high school in Japan means the second grade of junior high school, and if there is no "middle" character in Japanese high school, it is called a high school, but when it is translated into Chinese, it is translated into high school in order to correspond to the country.

When the Japanese education system was designed, the upper limit for the average person was "higher education", and then there was no such thing, and the short school was a parallel expansion of higher education.

That's why Japan's full-time universities are so awesome, and they are really designed to divide the class.

Junior high schools in Japan are called junior high schools, which correspond to high schools.

Secondary 2 originally meant the second year of junior high school, and then derived the meaning of secondary 2 disease.

Mikako Fujii looked at the back of the girl who was far away, and was speechless: "I feel that Kazuma can always attract people from middle school." ”

"Huh? Turns out he is interested in secondary 2 girls? Mikako's classmates were amazed, but apparently this secondary two refers to age, "That's a crime, right?" Is it really okay not to call the police? ”

"Don't call the police!" Mikako gently elbowed her classmate's waist.

**

Beixiang Shaxuli came to the third floor and found that the entrance of Class B had been blocked by reporters for three years, and ordinary visitors like her who wanted to see the martial arts performance of Kiryu and Ma and their class could only stand far away.

The third-year A class was very business-minded and had a plastic foam box in the hallway with a bunch of popsicles stacked inside.

"Popsicles! Sell popsicles! 200 yen per piece! "There was a boy with a fashionable split hair who sat on a bench next to a styrofoam box and shouted at the top of his voice.

Judging from the stack of banknotes in his hand, business is not bad.

Kitago Shauri was about to go over and buy a popsicle when another boy came running over with a tin box containing cookies and placed it at the boy's feet.

"No, the whole school can't exchange coins, and there aren't many changes prepared by each family."

"What should I do?" The boy who was selling looked at the empty tin box, "I can't make change, the whole class has taken out all the coins in their pockets." ”

"I just don't sell it without giving coins." The boy who had just gone to exchange coins crossed his waist with one hand and unbuttoned his collar with one hand, saying, "Or sell it in a package, and collect five of them together, and a 1,000 yen bill is enough." ”

Beixiang Shaxuli took out two hundred-yuan coins from his pocket, walked up to the two, and stretched out his hand: "I want a popsicle." ”

"it, goddess!" The boy who called for the sale replied exaggeratedly, took the coin and opened the foam box, "I'll take the ice from the bottom for you." ”

"No, give me the start of the melt, I can't eat anything too cold, it's not good for my throat."

"Eh, me." The boy didn't pay much attention to the last sentence, took one from the top of the styrofoam box, and handed it to Shaxuli.

Sha Xu licked the popsicle, carefully letting the licked water warm up in his mouth before swallowing.

The reporters didn't seem to have any intention of giving in at all, and the first performance of Class B in the third year seemed to be invisible to ordinary people.

Sha Xuli decided to go elsewhere to pass the time.

The flyer she had just gotten seemed to say that there would be a student free talent show in the auditorium, and the program list included the band of the school's student group.

Although the level of the student bands is mostly like that, sometimes you can see very powerful rare species.

For example, the trio who took the stage at the cultural festival of Minejo University High School last year has now become a legend among music lovers.

It is said that the three of them have never appeared on stage together again, and two of them have been promoted to the same department as Minejo University, and they are also strangers.

Beixiang Shaxuli thought to himself, maybe this time he could witness a wave of legends in the Beige clan......

She was just about to leave when she heard a neutral female voice coming from Class B in the third year - loud enough that the entire hallway could be heard, but it didn't make people think that this person was shouting rudely.

As soon as Beixiang Shaxuli heard it, he knew that this woman had practiced.

"Give it up! Our show is open to everyone, you guys are blocking the road, what do others think? What is the system of cultural festival activities where there is not a single audience under the age of 20 in the classroom? ”

The reporters obviously didn't eat this set, and someone asked loudly: "You are Jinguji Tamamo, right?" You're the famous Japanese confectionery shop, right? ”

Before the reporter's voice fell, a deafening roar came from Class B in the third year: "I said that I made way!" Why don't you listen to people! I shouted so loudly, the tone has changed! ”

Kitago Sha Su was shocked, she knew that this woman was trained in professional contralto, and the roar shook the windows in the corridor.

The reporters who had just been noisy were forced back by the pure, loud violence.

Beixiang Shaxuli found that a road appeared in front of him that led to the third-year class B classroom.

Just as Moses divided the seas.

She hurriedly trotted into the classroom.