I’M Really Helpless In Tokyo

"Help me... who will help me!!!"

Looking at Kengo Yamada, the man cracked a dark red blood scab and roared abruptly.

Yamada Kengo shuddered and almost couldn't hold back the door of the cabinet.

Why are you shouting so loudly? It scared Laozi.

It is said that 20 years ago, there was a sensational school violence incident in Sejing University.

A male student was imprisoned by a bad boy in the iron cabinet of an abandoned club room. It was already two weeks later when he was discovered. It is said that he was supported by devouring his own excrement and body for a few more days, but unfortunately ...

Like most athletes, he has some superstitious ideas about his lockers and will not easily replace them.

Therefore, Yamada Kengo has been using this locker for almost three years.

It turns out that you have been here all the time.

"Ordinary heart, ordinary heart..."

With these three words silent in his heart, Yamada Kengo calmly and quickly reached out his hand and took out all his belongings in the iron cabinet.

"Master Yamada, good morning!"

It was when Yamada Kengo pretended to put the items taken out of the locker on the table as normal, and prepared them to take them away.

A tall man with short hair like Yamada Kengo walked into the Kendo Club activity room with great energy and greeted him loudly and respectfully.

This is a sophomore student, Dazhi Nanmu.

He looked like he was about to change clothes and go to morning exercises.

"Help me... who will help me!!!"

The man in the locker shouted again abruptly.

Why are you yelling after closing the door.

Yamada Kengo shook his hand, and a piece of soap on the table slid down the table to the feet of Nanmu Taishi who was still bowing.

Nanmu Dazhi, who was about to raise his head, looked at the soap in front of his feet, and his body seemed a little stiff.

"Oh, why did it fall... Mr. Nanmu, please help me pick it up, thank you!"

In the kendo club activity room where there were only two people, the air instantly solidified.

Dazhi Nanmu hesitated for a moment, as if he had made up his mind.

His eyes condensed slightly, his core muscles tightened, he squatted down carefully and quickly, and reached out to pick up the soap in front of him.

The whole process went straight up and down, without bending over and pushing buttocks.

Very good, perfect, 10 points.

Starting with the soap, Nanmu Dazhi seemed to be relieved, clamped his hips and stood up.

I am not new to the "correct soap picking posture" that I have practiced in public bathrooms for many years.

At this moment, someone patted him on the shoulder from behind.

He slowly looked back.

Yamada Kengo, who was in front of him, appeared behind him at some unknown time.

"Ahem... Dazhi, how long have you joined the kendo club?"

Just when Nanmu Dazhi's soul was in danger, Yamada Kengo suddenly asked with a serious expression.

"Ms. Yamada, I was fortunate enough to see Senior Araki's winning style all the way, and applied to join the Kendo Department... I joined the Kendo Department to pursue pure Kendo. There is absolutely nothing, nothing else, nothing else. intention!"

When he was picking up soap, the minister patted his shoulder affectionately and called his name directly. Nanmu Dazhi replied "flattered" loudly.

"Well, now Senior Araki has retired, and I am also a junior this year... The name of Shijing Da Kendo Club will be passed on by you in the future. You know, among the second-year students, I am the most optimistic. , It's actually you."

Without noticing his strangeness, Yamada Kengo said earnestly.

"But Minister, we are really inappropriate... and I have a disease..."

He only heard words like "the most optimistic" and "it's you", Nanmu Dazhi has no master and incoherent language.

"What are you talking about? I'm explaining what you were the first to start in this year."

"Eh eh eh? It turns out that Minister, you have always been so optimistic about me? But a few days ago you still reprimanded me for being too strong and not smooth enough footwork... Is this the legendary deep responsibility for love?"

With that said, Nanmu Dazhi, who came over, couldn't help but burst into tears of joy.

Joining the kendo club, aiming at senior Araki, he has been working hard for more than a year, and he has always been on the bench.

"In that case, am I... the next minister?"

Dazhi Nanmu thinks farther and farther, as if he has already seen the picture of himself winning a national victory and becoming a new minister.

"Of course it is true, even Senior Araki thinks so! By the way, in order to keep you in mind the look you look forward to behind you, starting from today, my locker will be replaced by you."

Not waiting for Nanmu's reaction, Yamada Kengo quickly put the contents of the opponent's locker into his locker, and then took out his pile of things.

Then, as if inheriting the emperor's throne, he sacredly and solemnly handed over the key to the other party.

"So Araki-senpai also treated me... Minister, I will definitely not let down your expectations."

For Dazhi Nanmu, it was such a glorious honor to inherit the locker of the main general in advance.

Yamada Kengo carried the long bag of the training wooden sword, and walked away in the tearful eyes of Nanmu Daishi.

After coming out of the club room, Kengo Yamada groaned and went straight to the school cafeteria.

The breakfast in Sejing canteen has a wide range of varieties and the price is not expensive.

Yamada Kengo looked around. There were not many students who came to eat breakfast at this time, nor did he see any strange figures.

As usual, he chose his favorite rice, miso soup, grilled salmon, and steamed egg. He sat in the corner and prepared to reward his body that was too frightened after exercise.

After taking a bite of the tender grilled salmon, he immersed himself in a taste-enhancing soup.

The slightly hot miso soup made him feel the beauty of life again.

"Tick, tick".

Above, there seemed to be some liquid dripping onto the tabletop.

Yamada Kengo raised his head and followed the sound.

"puff……"

The miso soup in his mouth sprayed all over the table.

Not far above his seat, a middle-aged woman in a coarse cloth was being hung from a beam of a house by a thick rope, her tongue stretched out and her eyes were staring at him motionless.

The black saliva in the mouth was dripping down the tip of the long tongue.

"Oh, the miso soup is too hot, but it tastes unexpectedly good."

Has anyone hanged in places like the cafeteria?

"Ordinary heart, ordinary heart..."

Silently reciting the three-character scripture of kendo practice, and under the gaze of the person above, Kengo Yamada "snorted" after drinking the hot miso soup, gobbled up his breakfast, and left in embarrassment.

In the large teaching room, Yamada Kengo sat tremblingly in the last row.

If the credits for this course were not dangerous, he wouldn't want to come.

In front of the classroom, a philosophy professor is calling for names.

"Yamada Kengo."

"arrive."

Yamada Kengo replied with full anger.

"There is no one here. Ask Yamada-kun to sit in front so that I can speak quietly later."

The gray-haired professor of philosophy, tremblingly pointed to the "empty" first row and said.

Several "spirits" with black and thin bodies and smaller than a baby's body are frolicking and climbing on his shoulders.

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