I am practicing in Tokyo

Chapter 172 Next Step

"Speaking of which, I have dealt with this Fujii-kun from your school before."

In the stands at the end of the game, Daigo Yumi, a member of the special operations department, said to the female teacher who was obviously a round older than her. Their seats were next to each other. The nameplate on the female teacher's chest read "Waseda Dance Department/Mr. The words "Teacher of Truth".

"Really? He is also your operator?"

The female teacher Hana Zongzhen obviously knows something inside. Her real name is actually Daigo. It is the famous Daigo family in the island country. After leaving the troupe in [-], she participated in some stage plays of other troupes. In the past two years, she worked as a dance teacher in Waseda and was also the instructor of the school's opera club.

"No, but it's not ordinary. Isn't Miyagi-chan teaching in Hachioji City? Fujii Shu is her student."

"That's it, that's how it is." Hua Zongzhen nodded. The years took away her youth, but left behind a deeper and quiet temperament. In her early teens, her appearance is very distinctive. She belongs to the kind of beauty who combines sweetness and intellectual style. She once served as Takarazuka's mistress and cooperated with Yang Youjia, but that was yesterday. After leaving the group, the two No longer come and go frequently.

"His habit seems to be a new project a year. Do you want me to invite him to join your opera club next year? Didn't your original male lead go to Johnny's Company to develop?" Daigo Yumi half-jokingly recommended Hana Zongzhen Then, he took out his mobile phone and sent it as if he was typing.

"No need... oh! Have you sent it all to others?" Mr. Hua wanted to stop it at first, but when he thought of Fujii's face and figure, if he could join her opera department where the yin and yang are in decline, he would indeed be a good male lead. Candidates, who made most of the members of the opera department come for her name from Takarazuka, and a major feature of the Takarazuka Opera Troupe is that all members are women.

Fujii tree?If he can join the opera troupe, even if he has no acting skills, he can at least sell the tickets for the two theater department activities every year, right?There is no need for the children to pay for the tickets themselves.

Hua Zongzhen’s other idea is much more realistic. Every summer and autumn, the opera troupe will rent a performance at the Thousand-Person Theater near the school. Most of the people who come to watch are Waseda students. It is to satisfy the wishes of the members of the opera department to perform publicly, but every time there are one-third of the seats, it is considered a success.

The theater’s business red line is 50% of the ticket sales rate. If it fails to reach it, everyone needs to make up for the ticket share. It is very similar to the performance mechanism of those low-level bands in underground bars. It is not so frequent, but the money needed for one visit is several times higher. times.

The two women left their seats, walked and talked, and merged into the flow of people leaving the venue.

Opera?Should you go to the double-sweeping wool project of singing and acting?

At this time, Fujii Shu in the locker room was holding his mobile phone, thoughtful, but there was nothing he could do, this was too much.
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The night before the fifth round, Ertian Yiliu was at the branch in Tokyo.

These ancient sword sects always like to occupy a large piece of land and use it to build the ancient courtyards of flat houses, and Ertian Yiliu is no exception. After all, they still have Miyamoto Morihiro, one of the three top ten sword masters in the island country, sitting in the town. The support money and gift money from some wealthy students can fill this Japanese room with its doors and windows open to the courtyard.

"What the hell did Toyama-ryu do? Even a young man can't beat him. If he loses, he will give up his qualifications and let Satsuma show up to win the rematch to qualify. Today, that old monkey in Dongxiang Toyama almost took half of our little one." Life."

Unlike the scheming Toyama-ryu swordsman, the long-haired Miyamoto Morihiro is only in his sixties, and he is the youngest of the three major swordsmen. He also has a hot temper and speaks straightforwardly. The true disciple complained.

"Tomorrow is the semi-final, tell me, how to deal with the enemy?"

After scolding Toyama-ryu, Miyamoto Morihiro turned his attention to his apprentices, Nosaka Izumo, the Chinese army, and Akata Kenaki, the pioneer. The two were tall and the other was short. It has been more than ten years since he replaced him in managing the school, and he is about to succeed the next school leader.

And the tall Akata Kenaki is five big and three thick, born with supernatural power, and his weapons are two swords of the same length. They are not the one long and one short standard commonly used by Ertian first class, because his strength is perfect enough to fully display the power of the two swords. The brain IQ is not high, only the ability to practice martial arts, but normal life is still possible, similar to Forrest Gump.

"Is it over if you don't fight? I'll deal with that Fujii tree."

Akata Kenaki said carelessly, not paying attention to someone at all.

"Hit? Hit? Hit! Hit your head! Didn't you see how he made a move? How do you fight when you are not as strong and fast as him, and you have no advantage in swordsmanship?"

Miyamoto Morihiro picked up the paper fan and slapped Akata Kenaki on the head, causing him pain and patted his head.

"There are three of us, so we have an advantage in numbers, and that Ichikawa boy is not a threat at all. We just need to start a killing array and deal with Fujii tree."

Nosaka Izumo proposed a plan, which originated from the Erten First Class of the Warring States Sword Master Miyamoto Musashi. They not only practiced this swordsmanship, but also delved into the five rounds of books created by the ancestors, which included the art of war, the philosophy of life, etc. However, the pragmatist Miyamoto Musashi emphasizes adapting measures to local conditions, and his disciples and grandchildren will naturally not be too rigid.

"I'll get rid of that Ichikawa-ryu boy first, and you hold onto Fujii." Morihiro Miyamoto lowered his head and glanced at Tianwumaru in the palm of his hand, "Perhaps, there is still a chance of winning."

"Understood, Sensei-sama." Nosaka Izumo and Akata Kenaki replied at the same time.

In the late autumn weather, the red maple in the courtyard drops a fiery red leaf, dances with the wind, falls into the smooth mirror-like pool, and ripples.
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Near the apartment that Fujiiki rented, there was a convenience store that he often went to.

Store Manager Matsumoto went to work at 07:30 as usual, taking over from the two night shift clerks. The 1.5-meter-tall female clerk Naomi Hayata arrived a quarter of an hour before him and was already rearranging the shelves.

"Good morning, Hayata-chan."

This convenience store is a chain. Naomi Hayata is one of the few old clerks who have worked there for more than three years, while Matsumoto has worked for more than ten years. Can.

"Good morning, Manager Matsumoto."

Hayata Naomi smiled, but the next moment she pointed to the store, staring at the tall woman in the freezer, with long black hair straight down to her waist, wearing the same shop assistant uniform.

"This one is the new clerk transferred from the headquarters, Riko Snake."

Manager Matsumoto took out a manga magazine from the magazine rack and showed it to Naomi Hayata.

"Ninety percent similar in appearance to the heroine of the currently serialized hit manga "Gambler's Abyss", and a super high school-level beauty whose name is only one letter away!"

Store manager Matsumoto was much more excited when he first got the news. The beauty is not only eye-catching, but also attractive to male customers, which is directly related to the monthly performance commission.

The new clerk with black long straight legs who had a pair of nearly one meter long legs suddenly turned around behind Matsumoto's back. Naomi Hayata saw her pupils were bloody red in a trance, and then blinked carefully, but they returned to normal brown-black.

"Good morning, everyone." Snake Riko bowed and saluted, "Little girl Snake Riko, please take care of me."

"Riko-chan, you are even more beautiful than in the photo! Do you have a boyfriend? Can you exchange your Line account?"

The head of the store, Matsumoto, faced Sakura Riko with a smile on his face, nodded and bowed, and made a humble request.

"You are overrated. I'm still looking for another half. To be honest, I came to Tokyo just to find a qualified husband. If you add Linee, I don't have a mobile phone yet, sorry."

Snake Riko's performance is not as cold and glamorous as her appearance, and her voice is also very soft, hiding a taste of temptation. Combined with her height of 1.7 meters, the towering hills on her chest, her waist that is full of grip, and That delicate face with moles at the corners of the eyes immediately broke through the psychological defense of the store manager Matsumoto, wishing to bark a few times in order to lick her long legs in black silk pantyhose.

Really, why are all the weirdos stuffed into the store!

The only normal Naomi Hayata sighed softly.

(End of this chapter)