Fang Chun's reporter Takashi Hanabo and photographer Daisuke Wakanomiya were ambushed at the gate of Kitagashi High School for two more days.

"Tonight will definitely come out." On the afternoon of the third day, Takashi Hanafang said to Daisuke Wakamiya while instigating cup noodles, "It's impossible not to spark this kind of school retention activity." Hurry up and get your gear ready, and we'll dive in later. ”

"Got it." Wakamiya replied as he packed the small camera into a much smaller bag than the one he usually carried.

What other pinhole cameras, polaroids, anyway, the props used to secretly shoot and steal shots, Wakamiya Daisuke has everything.

After all, they are the ace paparazzi of Fang Chun of the weekly magazine and the experts in digging up black materials.

Many of the bonuses from digging up black materials before have been converted into equipment.

At this time, outside the car, the students who were going to stay in the school tonight began to return to school one after another after eating, and the teaching building of Bei Geshi High School was also uncharacteristically brightly lit.

Normally, at this time, only the teacher's office and the school worker's duty room are left in the school building, and there are still lights.

Suddenly, Wakamiya Daisuke patted Takashi Hanafang on the shoulder: "Hey, isn't that a member of Kiryu and Mahou's harem group?" ”

Takashi Hanafang looked up at his partner, and then followed his gaze, and sure enough, he saw that the girl with big braids with glasses and big breasts was standing at the school gate, looking up at the northwest direction, not knowing what she was looking at.

The light of the setting sun reflected off her glasses, making both lenses sparkle and make it impossible to see the expression under the lenses at all.

Takashi Hanabo glanced at the northwest sky, and there was nothing but two fiery clouds.

"What is she looking at?" Takashi Hanafang asked his partner suspiciously.

"I don't know, maybe it's just enjoying the sunset?"

At this time, the girl with braided glasses had finished looking at it and continued to walk towards the school gate.

"Speaking of which, she didn't actually act with Kiryu and Ma?" Daisuke Wakamiya continued to mutter, "I thought the four of them would stick together like conjoined babies forever." ”

Takashi Hanafang was also speechless, and he suddenly thought of a question: "When will she leave school?" ”

"I don't know, but the school is so lively today, with so many students coming in and out, and the back door is also open for students to use at will, so it's normal for us to miss it."

"Shhh Takashi Hanabo interrupted Daisuke Wakamiya's words and pointed out the car window, "Take a picture!" That's Kiryu's sister! ”

Kiryu and Ma's sister Chiyoko Kiryu rode a handsome young man's bicycle to the gate of Kitakatsu High School.

Chiyoko jumped out of the car, said a few words to the boy, and then ran into the school gate with what could have been a small bag of bento boxes.

The teacher from the Kitakatsu High School who was guarding the door also greeted Chiyoko, apparently knowing that she was coming.

"This boy is a boy who lives in the dojo! Did you just shoot it? ”

"I filmed, but it didn't work, I looked very carefully with the camera, and the girls kept their distance very well, not only did they not capture the feeling you wanted, but it would make people feel like brothers and sisters, with a family flavor."

Takashi Hanafang is staggered.

If Daisuke Miyaya can't shoot the feeling of peach, then it's too pure.

You have to know that your partner is skilled enough to shoot the scene where an ordinary colleague accidentally meets a conversation while brewing coffee in the coffee room, and it looks like a master who is cheating.

Takashi Hanafang was able to squeeze out the previous chief reporter, all thanks to the excellent performance of his partner.

That's right, real paparazzi don't just use those skills on celebrities.

"Maybe we can take the route of singing the praises of the beauty and purity of youth?" Daisuke Wakamiya suggested, "We don't publish this kind of publication at all, but once in a while, maybe readers will find it novel?" ”

"Don't be stupid, what our readers want to see is that kind of ......" Takashi Hanafang suddenly stopped talking, because he saw the male student who had just brought Chiyoko Kiryu over, and he came back after a while.

He instinctively had a bad premonition.

Sure enough, the boy stopped next to their car and knocked on the window.

Takashi Hanafang mobilized the expression on his face and calmly rolled down the window: "What's the matter?" ”

"You guys just secretly photographed my senior sister, right? Piracy is an offence. ”

"We are journalists," Takashi Hanabo, showing his ID card for the weekly magazine Fumiharu and his registration ID for the Japan Press Association, "and we promise that these photos will not be used in commercial settings." We have the right to choose suitable photos as press photos ......"

"But my sister is under 15 years old, and it is illegal to publish her photo on any news medium. Similarly, her name cannot appear in news reports. ”

The boy who looks like a bad teenager said seriously.

Takashi Hanabo and Daisuke Wakamiya glanced at each other.

"Under fifteen, all right." Daisuke Wakamiya sighed.

"Please destroy the negatives." The boy continued to say in a serious tone, "If you have any legal questions, you can call Gumei Law Firm. ”

Wakamiya Daisuke glanced at Takashi Fang, who made an impatient gesture.

So Wakamiya Daisuke took out the camera's film and handed it to the boy.

As soon as the boy took the small cylinder containing the film and used force, he broke the cylinder in half, and the negative was exposed to the setting sun and ended in an instant.

"Thank you for your cooperation." The boy said as he gathered the destroyed negatives into a lump, threw them into a nearby trash can, and rode away.

Takashi Hanafang looked at the young man's distant figure: "What the hell? ”

Daisuke Wakamiya: "I thought I was going to be beaten." It didn't. Kiryu's apprentice, shouldn't it be a martial arts faction? ”

"I actually moved out that Gumei Law Firm...... Be careful when you go in and shoot later, don't shoot Kiryu's sister. Hanafang Takashi advised.

"I sometimes wonder if we're more hateful, or if those legal jackals are more hateful."

"Don't think about what you have or don't have, hurry up and prepare, we're going to do something big tonight." Takashi Hanafang patted his partner's shoulder and urged.

At this time, the loudspeaker of the district office in the distance began to play Dvořák's "New World".

The voice sounded very distant, as if it would disappear at any moment.

After all, as the renovation of the old town built by Sumitomo began, more and more horns in the ward offices were pushed off.

It is estimated that the Ge clan will soon be unable to hear the music urging the children to go home and prompting the arrival of the time of the devil.

**

Kiryu and Ma were in front of the window of their classroom, stretching out at the setting sun: "It's Dvořák, I shudder every time I hear this song." ”

Many of Japan's urban legends and horror stories use Dvořák's "New World" as a means to set off the horror atmosphere.

I don't know why Mikako, who is in the Wama class, nodded and said, "yes, I also think this song is sometimes weird and cautious." Obviously, I don't think so when I listen to the symphony version, this rearranged version of the district office is too underworldly. ”

At this time, the chairman of the committee said: "This song is arranged like this to remind the listeners that the time of mortals is over, and the time for ghosts and ghosts has come, so let everyone hurry home." ”

"But for Tokyo now, it's clear that nightlife hasn't even started at this time. Tokyo is the same city that never sleeps as New York. Mikako said, "Wouldn't it be wrong to put such a netherworld tune again?" ”

"That's why a lot of places in Tokyo are not going to let it go now, and I should say that there is no way to put it away." The chairman shrugged.

"What should I do if I run into a ghost?" Mikako asked suspiciously.

"You can sing this song." The chairman cleared his throat and began to sing:

通りゃんせ通りゃんせ

Passed, passed

ここはどこの緩じゃ

This is the path where

Tenjin 様の小道じゃ

This is the path of the gods

ちょっと通して下しゃんせ

Gently pass to the opposite side

Mikako: "Isn't this a children's rhyme?" ”

"There are a lot of nursery rhymes, which are meant to be taught to children so that they can escape from danger." The chairman of the committee said in a tone of popular science, "So many times when I encounter strange things, I just go straight without looking back while humming a nursery rhyme." ”

"Is that okay?" Mikako was shocked, "You feel like you're a ghost or something, it's easy to fool you." ”

"I've also seen it from a paranormal magazine, so it doesn't necessarily work."

"It doesn't necessarily work!" Mikako dutifully plays the role of Tucao service.

Hema's attention was on the song that the chairman had just sung, and the lyrics of this song, in Chinese, sounded too much like "take off your sandals and take off your sandals", which made him want to laugh.

It has been more than half a year since he crossed with horses, and it stands to reason that he is used to thinking in Japanese, but at this time, he still runs out of Chinese.

It shows that some old habits brought over from the previous life are not so easy to change.

Now that he is in an emergency, he still speaks his native language from time to time.

Fortunately, no one will notice this detail in an emergency.

At this time, Nanjo, who went to the toilet, came back with Chiyoko.

"Brother, I'm here, and I brought supper!"

Because Chiyoko was a little uneasy at home alone, Kazuma went to the school, and it was easy for the school to agree that Chiyoko would come over for the night together.

As for Shigeru, Kazuma is not very worried, after all, his life is hard, even if he is targeted, Kazuma can save it in time.

He Ma faintly felt that if his apprentice practiced for another two years, he was afraid that he would have to dismantle the group by himself.

"Come, brother, the supper I brought is rice balls, you can take it and eat it while working."

A boy in the class shouted, "Do we have a share?" ”

"Yes, yes! After all, the material fee is out of your class fee, and everyone has a share! Chiyoko said with a smile.

Kazuma: "I haven't heard about the class fee?" ”

"Think about who is managing the class fees." Mikako reminded him.

Kazuma glanced at the chairman: "You...... Is this corruption? ”

"I made the accounts, and I especially asked Chiyoko to keep the receipts when she purchased. This is a perfectly legal payout. ”

Nanjo: "Although it is a completely legal expense, the beneficiary is his own affiliated company, and it is precisely because of this kind of thing that my father desperately wanted to marry me to the second son of the parliamentarian. ”

When she said this, there happened to be a classmate who came to get the rice balls distributed by Chiyoko, and her eyes widened when she heard this, and her face was full of "Isn't the thing you talked about a little too high-end?"

"Nanjo-san!" Tatani-san burrowed into the classroom, "Your clothes are ready!" ”

Although Nanjo said that he could use his own kimono as clothes for martial arts, he was rejected by Tatani-san, who was in charge of the big props at the drama club, along with three other female classmates from the craft club.

It is said that it is about their dignity or something.

Anyway, as long as the exposure is not high, it doesn't matter with horses.

The point is that the exposure should not be too high.

It's best to wrap it tightly.

Nanjo stood up: "Okay, I'll go over now, are you going to the home economics class?" ”

"Yes, there's a women's trying on area over there, and a lot of people are trying on clothes. The three of them will accompany you. Tian Gu pointed to several female classmates from the craft club beside him.

"Nanjo-san, we have made the best costume that will not disgrace your beauty!" One of the female classmates of the craft club said excitedly.

They were very excited when they were helping Nanjo measure the size a few days ago, and when they passed by them, they could hear them discussing "perfect body" and "being more model than a model".

Recalling the discussion of the trio of the craft club, Kazuma couldn't help but look at Nanjo.

Indeed, ballet and kendo training gave her a body comparable to that of a supermodel.

Kazuma suddenly had the urge to peek at Nanjo and change his clothes.

Then his vision was blocked by the chairman's belly - Kazuma was sitting now, so he happened to see the belly.

Although it is a little cold in autumn now, Beige's high school has not changed its winter clothes, and the hem of the chairman's summer dress is obviously a little short, and you can see the elastic band of the pleated skirt of the sailor suit, and a little bit of skin on the stomach.

This faint little belly is more reverie than directly exposing the navel.

Kazuma raised his head, his gaze first over to the culprit who had caused the hem of the chairman's clothes to be a little shorter, and then to the chairman's gaze.

"You are not allowed to go, take advantage of this time to memorize history."

The history paper of the entrance examination of the University of Tokyo covers a wide range of contents, with a lot of rote memorization.

Kazuma nodded, and took out the handbook made by the chairman from the drawer.

This is already the first handbook that I have ever carried with a horse, and I don't know how many handbooks.

The chairman sneezed, then went to his place and picked up his fur coat and put it on himself.

Although the school has not changed its winter clothes yet, the teachers will not object to the students using alternative ways to cope with the changing weather.

Wearing a sweater over the top like this is a common practice among girls.

As for the boys, of course, the cold depends on the root nature to deal with it!

There is no rule at school that you can't wear clothes anymore, but if everyone is short-sleeved and you wear a coat, just wait to be laughed at.

Mikako looked at the chairman who came back with her coat on: "I didn't expect you to be quite cute when you sneezed." I can't do it, I usually ...... when I sneeze."

Halfway through speaking, Mikako seemed to have a sour nose, and the next moment a sneeze came out, and the nose flew far away, but fortunately, he and Ma Yan quickly picked up the curtain next to him and blocked it.

Mikako: "Look, that's how I sneeze. ”

"When you realize that you can't stop sneezing, you have to consciously control your breath, so that you can squeeze the sneeze and turn it into a cute sneeze." The chairman smiled and explained, "Nanjo must have been trained accordingly. Yamato Nadeshiko can't be so rude when she sneezes. ”

Mikako sighed: "It's so hard to be a Yamato Nadeshiko, and the horse will give me tissues." ”

Kazuma pulled several tissues from the tissue box in front of him and stuffed them for Mikako.

At this time, the last ray of sunset light outside the window also disappeared, and night finally fell.

But the feeling at school is even more restless.