I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

"Save me... who will save me!!!"

The man looked at Kengo Yamada, cracked a scab covered with dark red blood, and shouted abruptly.

Kengo Yamada shuddered, and almost couldn't help slamming the cabinet door back.

Why are you yelling so loud all of a sudden, I'm frightened.

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

A male student was locked up in the iron cabinet of the abandoned club activity room by a bad boy. It was two weeks later when he was found. It is said that he survived for a few days by swallowing his own excrement and flesh, but unfortunately …

Like most athletes, he has some superstitious ideas about his locker and won't change it easily.

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

It turns out that you have been here all along.

"Normal heart, ordinary heart..."

With these three words in mind, Kengo Yamada reached out his hand calmly and quickly, and took out all the things that belonged to him in the iron cabinet.

"General Yamada, good morning!"

Just when Kengo Yamada pretended to put the items taken out from the locker on the table to organize them normally, and took them all away after preparation.

A tall, short-haired man like Kengo Yamada walked into the Kendo club activity room with great energy and greeted him loudly and respectfully.

This is a sophomore student, Nanmu Taizhi.

Judging from his appearance, he was about to change his clothes and go to the morning exercise.

"Save me... who will save me!!!"

The man in the locker suddenly shouted again.

Why are you still yelling when the door is closed?

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

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

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

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

Nanmu Taishi hesitated for a while, and seemed to have made up his mind.

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

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

Very good, perfect, 10 points.

Starting with the soap, Kusunoki Taishi seemed relieved, and stood up with his hips clamped.

I haven't gotten accustomed to the "correct soap-picking posture" that I have practiced in public bathrooms for many years.

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

He slowly looked back.

Kengo Yamada, who was originally in front of him, appeared behind him at some point.

"Ahem... Dazhi, how long have you been in the Kendo Club?"

Just when Nanmu Taishi was dying, Yamada Kengo suddenly asked with a serious expression.

"Minister Yamada, I applied to join the Kendo Club after I was fortunate enough to witness Araki-senpai's winning style in the fall of the previous year... I joined the Kendo Club for the pursuit of pure Kendo, absolutely, without any, other, other intentions. !"

When he was picking up soap, he was suddenly patted on the shoulder kindly by the minister and called out his name. Kusunoki Taishi replied loudly "flattered".

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

Not noticing his strangeness, Yamada Kengo said earnestly.

"But Minister, we are really not suitable...and I have a disease there..."

Only hearing words like "the most optimistic" and "it's you", Nanmu Taizhi has lost his mind and is incoherent.

"What are you talking about, I'm saying that you will be the first to start next year."

"Ehhh? So, Minister, you've always been so optimistic about me? But a few days ago, didn't you scold me for being too thick with my sword and my footwork not being smooth enough... Could this be what the legendary love is all about?"

Having said that, Nanmu Taizhi, who came over, couldn't help but tears of joy in his eyes.

Joining the Kendo club, aiming at Araki-senpai, he has been working hard for more than a year, but he has only been sitting on the bench.

"So, am I not... the next minister?"

Nanmu Taizhi thinks about it further and further, as if he has already seen the picture of himself winning the national championship and becoming the new minister.

"Of course it's true, even Araki-senpai thinks so! By the way, in order to make you always remember the expectations behind you, from today onwards, my locker will be replaced by you."

Before Taishi Kusugi could react, Kengo Yamada swiftly put the contents of the other party's locker into his own locker, and then took out his own pile of things.

Then, as if he inherited the throne of the emperor, he solemnly and solemnly handed the key of the cabinet to the other party.

"It turns out that Senior Araki also treats me... Minister, I will definitely live up to your expectations."

For Taishi Nanmu, what an honor it is to be able to inherit the locker of the main general in advance.

Yamada Kengo carried the long bag of the wooden sword for training, and left gracefully in the tearful eyes of Kusu Taishi.

After coming out of the club room, Kengo Yamada, whose stomach was grumbling, went straight to the school cafeteria.

The breakfast at Shijing Cafeteria is varied and inexpensive.

Kengo Yamada looked around, not many students came to have breakfast at this time, and he didn't see any strange figures.

As usual, he chose his favorite rice, miso soup, grilled salmon, and steamed eggs. He sat in the corner and prepared to treat his overly frightened body after exercising. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

After taking a bite of the tender grilled salmon, he drank the soup.

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

"Tick, tick."

Above, there seems to be some liquid dripping on the table.

Kengo Yamada raised his head and followed the sound.

"Pfft..."

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

Not far above his seat, a middle-aged woman in sackcloth was hanging from the beam by a thick rope, her tongue sticking out, her eyes staring at him motionless.

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

"Oh, the miso soup is too hot, but it's surprisingly delicious."

Has anyone been hanged in a place like the cafeteria?

"Normal heart, ordinary heart..."

Silently reciting the Three Character Classic of Kendo, under the gaze of the person above, Kengo Yamada drank the hot miso soup "snoring", devoured his breakfast, and left in embarrassment.

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

If it weren't for the dangerous credits of this course, he wouldn't want to come.

In the front of the classroom, the professor of philosophy is taking a roll call.

"Yamada Kengo."

"arrive."

Kengo Yamada replied in a sullen voice.

"There's no one here, please come to the front, Yamada-kun, so that I can speak in a low voice later."

The gray-haired philosophy professor pointed to the "empty" first row tremblingly.

A few "spirits" who were skinny and skinny and smaller than babies were playing and crawling on his shoulders.

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