Saxuri's interest in Kiryuu Kazuma is even stronger.

Now in her cognition, the image of Kiryuu Kazuma has undergone some changes.

Then she looked at the fried noodle girl, hesitated for a moment and asked, "Does this Kiryu classmate...do not want to learn kendo but want to be a musician?

"No, he is obsessed with kendo. In my opinion, music or something feels like Jianhao’s little hobby to him? In the sword halberd movie, Jianhao always plays a flute or something, right? Take a leaf and blow it."

Beixiang Shaxuli was shocked: "Is it just because of this kind of thing that I learned the harmonica?"

"Well, I think so. After all, I am his childhood sweetheart, and I know him quite well." The fried noodle girl said confidently, and then added in a low voice, "I know better than Nanjo and the chairman."

Beixiang Shaxuri felt something, but the fried noodles were too fragrant, and she didn't have breakfast, so she lowered her head and took two bites of fried noodles. When she looked up again, the emotion had disappeared from the face of the fried noodle girl.

Shaxuri continued to ask: "So, Kiryuu Kazuma learns music just to make myself more like a swordsman?"

"Probably... isn't it? I saw that when he saw the real Jianhao, his expression was quite hopeful, although he directly refused the old gentleman's request to accept a disciple."

"It turned out to be like this! How could this be? The music should be...Music is not such a superficial thing!"

The fried noodle girl looked at Sa Ouri: "Uh...sorry, but I think Kazuma shouldn't mean to belittle the music."

"Music is!" Beixiang Shaxuri ignored the fried noodle girl. "Music is a refuge and salvation. It is not something talented people can write casually with this kind of joking attitude."

"No, no, he didn't write casually either. I think he was very serious when he wrote about the location of the stars. When he wrote the third song, he still had tears in his eyes. The feelings are by no means false." The fried noodle girl was serious about it. My childhood sweetheart argued, "Maybe my statement has misunderstood you. I'm sorry!"

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

"You..." The fried noodle girl looked at the pile of change on the table, "This... Although we will definitely be short of change today, your change scared me."

Beixiang Shaxuli said nothing, and left without looking back.

**

Fujii Mikako looked at the girl who left and collected the change.

At this time, a girl in her class leaned over: "Who is it? Is it Kiryu's little girl? I feel like she is in the second grade. Isn't that the uniform of Mingcheng Elementary School? Isn't she really a second grade girl? "

In Japan, the second grade of middle school means the second grade of junior high school. Japanese high schools do not have the word "中", so they are called high schools, but they are translated into high schools in order to correspond with the country in Chinese translation.

When the Japanese education system was designed, the upper limit for the average person was "higher education", and there would be no more. Those who are short-term colleges are in the field of vocational education, which is a parallel expansion of higher education.

That's why the full-time universities in Japan are so awesome, that is, they are really designed to divide classes.

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

The second grade originally meant the second grade of junior high school, and then the meaning of the second grade disease was derived.

Mikako Fujii looked at the back of the girl who was going away, and she was speechless: "It feels like Kazuma always attracts the second grader."

"Eh? Is he interested in the girls in Form 2?" Mei Jiazi's classmates exclaimed, but obviously this 2nd year refers to age. "That's a crime, right? Isn't it okay not to call the police?"

"Don't call the police!" Mei Jiazi gently pressed her elbow to the waist of her classmate.

**

Beixiang Shaxu-ri came to the third floor and found that the entrance to Class B of the third year had been blocked by reporters. Like her, ordinary visitors who wanted to see the martial arts performance of Kiryuu Kazuma by their class could only be far away. Standing far away.

The third-year Class A people are very business-minded, and put a plastic foam box in the corridor with a pile of popsicles inside.

"Pssicles! Popsicles for sale! 200 yen a piece!" A male student with a fashionable split was sitting on a bench next to a styrofoam box and shouting.

Judging from the stack of banknotes in his hand, business is pretty good.

Beixiang Shaxuli was about to buy a popsicle. Another boy ran over with a cookie-box and placed it under the boy's feet.

"No, the whole school won't be able to change coins, and it looks like there aren't many changes prepared by each house."

"What do you do?" The selling boy looked at the empty tin box, "It's impossible to find change. All the coins in the pockets of the class are all taken out for us."

"I can't sell them without giving them coins." The boy who just changed coins said with one hand on his hips and unbuttoning the collar with one hand. enough."

Beixiang Shaxuli pinched two hundred yuan coins from his pocket, walked to the two of them, and stretched out his hand: "I want a popsicle."

"Fuck, goddess!" The peddler responded exaggeratedly. After taking the coin, he opened the foam box and said, "I'll get you the coldest one from the bottom."

"No, it started to melt for me. I can't eat things that are too ice, 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 Sha Xuli.

Saori licked the popsicle, carefully allowing the licked water to warm up in his mouth before swallowing it.

The reporters seem to have no intention of concession. The first performance of Class B in the third year seems to be invisible to ordinary people.

Shaxuli decided to go elsewhere to pass the time.

The flyer she got just now seems to say that there will be students' free talent performances in the auditorium, and the student band of this school is on the program list~lightnovelpub.net~ Although the level of the student band is mostly that, sometimes You will also see very powerful rare species.

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

It is said that the three of them have never been on stage together, and two of them have been promoted to the same faculty of Fengcheng University, and they are also strangers.

Beixiang Sha Xuli thought, maybe this time I can witness a wave of legends in Beige...

As soon as she was about to leave, she heard an energetic female voice coming from Class B of the third year-although the volume was so loud that the whole corridor could be heard clearly, but it would not make people feel that this person was yelling very rudely. .

Beixiang Shaxuli knew that this woman had practiced.

"You give it a hand! Our performance is open to everyone. You are blocking the road, what do others think? In the cultural festival activities, there is no audience under 20 in the classroom. What style is this?"

The reporters obviously did not eat this set. Someone asked loudly, "You are Jinguji Tamamo, aren't you? Your home is that famous wagashi shop, right?"

Before the reporter's voice was over, a deafening roar came from Class B of the third year: "You all said to make way for me! Why don't you listen to others! The tone of my shouting has changed so loudly, ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah Ahhh!"

Beixiang Shaxuli was shocked. She knew this woman had been trained in a professional alto, and the roar shook the windows in the corridor.

The reporters who had just been making noise were forced back abruptly by the sheer volume of violence.

Beixiang Shaxuli found a road leading to the third grade Class B classroom in front of him.

Just like Moses divides the sea.

She ran into the classroom quickly.