Big Zhang Weiming returned to his studio from Tongsheng dojo. That night, he pulled out the score and showed it to his assistant.


    "Is this the work of teacher Tongsheng?" The assistant glanced and asked.


    Zhang was very strange, because the score he wrote did not indicate the creator, so he asked, "how do you know?"


    "There are similar works in teacher Tong Sheng''s works stolen by Fang Chun of the weekly magazine, but the sound quality is very poor, and it is not as amazing as this one. It seems that this song is finally finished. "


    Big Zhang Weiming "Oh", then muttered, "it''s not improvisation. It''s an idea long ago. Fortunately, otherwise, I don''t know how many people''s self-esteem will be completely shattered."


    The assistant asked strangely, "Mr. Zhang, what happened?"


    The assistant has a little Lu Ao''s accent.


    Zhang Weiming explained exactly what had just happened in Tongsheng Dojo, and his assistant immediately admired: "he is worthy of being a teacher Tongsheng. He is really a figure who wants to shock the Japanese pop music world. Why should such a figure go to the police department at the University of Tokyo and fight with those dangerous elements all day. He writes songs in peace of mind, which is the greatest contribution to the world. "


    Big Zhang Weiming sighed: "maybe this is the gap between you and me and teacher Tongsheng. Do you know the six arts of gentlemen in China? "


    "You mean piano, chess, calligraphy and painting?"


    Big Zhang Weiming shook his head: "no, no, it''s not. Ancient Chinese great writers and thinkers should be proficient in riding, shooting and swordsmanship. Confucius himself is said to be good at driving chariots, while the poet Li Bai has practiced martial arts since childhood, so he can laugh up and go out and walk around the world with one sword. "


    The assistant stared: "is that so?"


    "That''s it, so Mr. Tongsheng, who has experienced life and death several times, can write what we can''t write. On my way back, I comforted myself like this: if the price of getting this talent is going through life and death again and again, I still choose to be an arranger sitting in my music room scratching my ears and cheeks for inspiration. "


    Big Zhang Weiming shook his head with a self mocking smile on his face.


    At this time, the assistant said, "would Mr. Zhang like to try to attend this class?"


    Then the assistant handed over a leaflet.


    "What?" Zhang Weiming asked suspiciously.


    "I sent it with the letter today. I think it''s an advertising letter, so I opened it directly. Inside is this leaflet."


    Zhang Weiming took the leaflet suspiciously and read out the text: "are you still worried about not having inspiration? The Zen meditation course will take you to get rid of distractions and pursue the trace of the God of music. "


    After reading, he patted his assistant on the head: "are you a fool? How can such a suspicious leaflet be taken seriously! "


    After that, Zhang Weiming threw the leaflet into the shredder next to the workbench - this shredder is used to deal with the waste manuscripts of Zhang Weiming''s songs.


    In the past, he always threw the waste manuscript into a ball directly next to it, often scraping paper one day. So the assistant bought the shredder and cleaned the shredder regularly.


    The shredder sensed that paper was thrown in, and immediately began to work. It cut the leaflets into thin strips like vermicelli and put them into the attached basket.


    **


    And Ma, the next afternoon, baonaimei came to check in with her suitcase.


    In addition to the suitcase, baonaimei brought a watermelon and carried it into the house in a net bag.


    When he ma saw the watermelon, his saliva came down. The watermelon in Japan is really expensive. Poor families are reluctant to eat it at all.


    Chiyoko also saw the watermelon at a glance and immediately welcomed it: "I''ll take it to the water to cool down."


    "Put it in the water. Put it in the refrigerator in half!" And Ma are still Chinese thinking. Next, he plans to dig and eat with a spoon.


    Cut into pieces and eat so much watermelon juice. What a waste!


    Chiyoko looked embarrassed: "cut the two halves? In the fridge? Is this... Inappropriate? "


    In Japan, watermelon is usually cut into pieces and then put in. The way to cool the watermelon before cutting is to get a basin of tap water and put the watermelon in, which is considered as cooling.


    He ma didn''t know why the Japanese did this, and he didn''t want to follow this habit, so he put on the posture of the head of the family: "just do as I said. If there is no space in the refrigerator, take out the things that don''t need to be refrigerated first."


    Chiyo Ko: "OK... You has the final say."


    She took the watermelon and went to the kitchen.


    Baonaimei handed over all her luggage to Suzuki housekeeper. She stood in front of HEMA and gently brushed her hair.


    And Ma: "a new hairstyle?"


    "Well, a professor I respect in the school told me that my previous hairstyle would give people the feeling that I would get married as a good wife as soon as I graduated. It''s not like modern women at all."


    Baonaimei used to be a traditional princess head. Now she has changed the popular hairstyle brought by songshengzi, which really feels more modern professional women than before.


    He joked with Ma: "you can change your hairstyle. Didn''t your grandfather get angry?"


    "I lost my temper, but I''m not afraid." Baonaimei smiled confidently, "anyway, I even pushed my marriage, fearless. Just take this opportunity to have a showdown with grandpa and say that I want to run for parliament, like Mrs. Thatcher. "


    He raised his eyebrows with the horse. He could already imagine nantiao''s blood vessel exploding.


    Baonaimei patted the horse and said, "it''s all right. Grandpa and I have reconciled. We didn''t hide because we broke up with our family.


    "Suzuki housekeeper yelled at my grandpa this time," Xiao Guang, as a parent, shouldn''t go all out to support baonaimei? "" seeing you now narrow, huilizi will cry. "Instead, I was startled."


    And Ma Wenyan couldn''t help looking at the stairs leading to the second floor. Suzuki Housekeeper should be putting his luggage on the second floor.


    "That old man Suzuki can do this?" He asked suspiciously.


    "I''m also shocked that grandpa was called ''Xiaoguang''." Baonaimei couldn''t help laughing when she finished this sentence, revealing the neat teeth rarely seen by Japanese women.


    And the horse laughed, too. Nan Tiao Guang is such a dignified old man. He really doesn''t match the name of X sauce.


    "But in short, the result is good and everything is good!" Paul Nai Mei paused and touched his bangs. "You haven''t told me how about this hairstyle."


    He ma gave a thumbs up: "it''s very good. You quickly go into the ashram and give the prepared long boat a authentic look. It must be like it all the time."


    Baonaimei laughed and hit the horse. Obviously, she took it as a joke.


    She bent down, took off her shoes and put on her slippers, and then naturally took up her horse''s arm: "take me to see the house I want to live in these two months."


    "This way, my dear lady." He and Ma put on a British style, spoke in English and made a please gesture to his wooden absolute and windy stairs.


    Baonaimei nodded and then went up to the second floor under the guidance of he ma.


    "In the first room, I saw sister Ze... Didn''t you live on the second floor before the pajama party?" And Ma suddenly remembered this, "I don''t need to introduce you again."


    "Oh, the process still has to go, and at that time we all slept in Qingliu''s current room and didn''t go next door."


    He and Ma wanted to shrug, but their shoulders were now under weight, and their upper arms were stuck in the mud like the German army in front of Moscow.


    The door of Qingliu''s room is wide open, and the furnishings inside can be seen at a glance.


    Although she has only lived for a few weeks, the room has been completely stained with her color. Open music magazines are thrown everywhere, finished comics are thrown aside, and the bedding roll on the ground is not collected at all.


    When she broke, the rain and sunshine were placed in the corner, and a changed vest was thrown on it.


    In short, it looks very rock and roll. No matter what, it will soon pile up garbage and "grow" cockroaches and mice.


    Paonai Mei: "it seems that Qingliu has completely adapted to his life in the ashram."


    He Ma: "chiyoko, come and see Qingliu''s room..."


    Before his voice fell, he heard the sound of pattering footsteps. Then Qingliu, with a small vest on his upper body and a pair of cowboy hot pants on his lower body, rushed up the second floor, because he rushed too fast, and both horsetails flew high.


    "I''ll clean it up right away! Xiao Qian, don''t come up! Give me half an hour! "


    With that, Qingliu glared at his horse, rushed into his room and slammed the door.


    Baonaimei smiled and said, "it''s so energetic. I can''t see that I just experienced that kind of thing not long ago."


    As soon as the voice fell, Qingliu opened a crack in the door and stared at baonaimei: "yes, I''m super strong, understand."


    And Ma: "well, we understand. Next night I''m lonely. Don''t drill into my quilt. "


    "I haven''t drilled LAK!" Qingliu shouted and slammed the door.


    Baonaimei: "has she ever drilled?"


    "No." And Ma looked sorry, and then he changed the topic, "baonaimei, aren''t you so hot?"


    Baonaimei: "it''s OK, but if you''re hot with Ma, then..."


    She loosened her arms and the horse''s clothes, which were just close to the horse, were soaked with sweat.


    Paul Naimei: "I''ll change my clothes later. It should be much better to wear cool clothes like Qingliu."


    At this time, he ma doubted the necessity of buying air conditioners.


    Like - it''s not bad without air conditioning?


    At this time, Suzuki''s manager came out of Room 203 Where Pauline was going to live and said to her, "Miss, the room is ready."


    "OK." Baonaimei left her and the horse and went into her room.


    And the horse followed in. As soon as they entered the door, they found a bed in the house.


    "What is this bed?"


    He Ma was surprised to ask that everyone in Tongsheng Dojo used the traditional Japanese way to sleep, lay a blanket on the ground, and pick up the blanket after sleeping.


    Although he Ma will habitually use the words "get out of bed" and "get up", Tongsheng Dojo has no bed at all.


    Paul Naimei: "this should be just assembled. I''m still used to sleeping in bed. "


    And Ma recalled the luggage that Suzuki housekeeper had just brought up: Although the suitcase was big, it was obviously not big enough to fit a bed.


    Baonaimei immediately understood what he and Ma were wondering and directly explained, "the parts of the bed are sent up from the window."


    Surprised, he hurried to the window and looked down. He just saw a crane retracting the load-bearing support and switching to walking mode.


    Although he has repeatedly seen the extraordinary knowledge of baonaimei in specific aspects, it is also very knowledgeable!


    Baonaimei also came to him and looked out shoulder to shoulder: "the scenery is surprisingly good. It''s only the second floor."


    He Ma said with a wry smile, "that''s because many houses around have been demolished. The view is naturally good. When the building built by Sumitomo is built, the scenery will not get better. "


    Although Sumitomo Construction has promised that the new apartment building will keep a distance from the dojo so as not to affect the daylighting of the dojo, the view will certainly be blocked.


    The crane downstairs made a loud engine noise and left with smoke.


    We left with a truck carrying goods.


    Only nantiao''s bulletproof Lincoln is left in front of Tongsheng Daochang.


    Paula Naimei: "in the next two months, I''ll give you more advice. I will try my best to improve my sword cultivation! After all, living here and learning Kendo is the main purpose. "


    HEMA: "don''t worry, I''ll practice you hard."


    "Please," baonaimei whispered to Ma, "teacher ~ father ~"


    Simultaneous interpreting with the soft voice is the fragrance of white plum.


    Then the artistic conception was destroyed by the simple drift and tail flick of a plain middle-grade car.


    The car stopped next to Lincoln. Then the people in the car opened the door and ran down.


    Meijiazi threw his bulging sports bag behind his back, bifurcated his legs, took a deep breath with one hand on his waist, and then shouted, "with the horse! Here I am! "


    She wore a T-shirt with a knot at the hem. She showed her belly openly, and her lower body was Qingliu''s same cowboy hot pants.


    The strong big white legs are a little dazzling in the sun.


    And horse: "I see you, stop shouting!"


    "Oh! And horses! Baonaimei is also there. Eh, baonaimei, why did you have such a perm? Hahaha, can you still wear a ponytail in your hairstyle? How do you wear a mask when you practice Kendo after you don''t tie your horse''s tail? "


    And Ma turned to look at baonaimei. Only then did he remember that there was still this stubble.


    Paul Naimei: "it''s OK to tie it down. If you put it down, you''ll restore the prototype. I''ve used the latest anion stereotypes. "


    He ma exclaimed: at this time, he began to circle money with negative ions? He remembered that when he was in junior high school in his last life, air conditioners were still promoting anion fresh air.


    Thinking like this, he ma couldn''t help reaching out and gently stroking the latest negative ion styling results. He knew that girls actually hated people touching her hair, but he just couldn''t help it.


    Baonaimei didn''t care at all. She just looked at him and the horse.


    Meijiazi squatted on the eaves outside the window and looked at them: "when did you get to this point? I thought eggs were ahead. "


    Baonaimei was startled and took two steps back.


    HEMA: "don''t go to the room if you don''t agree."


    "You are much faster than me. Ah, baonaimei''s room has a bed! " Meijiazi squeezed into the room from he ma and directly lay down on baonaimei''s bed, "it''s so soft! Good play! And horses, I want a bed, too! "


    At this time, meijiazi reminds him of the inexperienced himself who saw the spring mattress for the first time in his last life.


    Baonaimei: "I brought it myself. How can you and Ma buy a bed? You think too much."


    "Well, that''s right." Meijiazi got up and stood in front of HEMA. "Anyway, I''m coming! The next room is mine! "


    "These two months are yours."


    "Ah, don''t care so much about the details. I''ll go to the room over there now! You two can continue what you just wanted to do. " Meijiazi said right and squeezed his eyes with the horse.


    Baonaimei said to her, "let me help you."


    "There''s nothing to help. I''ll just borrow a bed cover from Xiaoqian later."


    Baonaimei nodded, then looked at meijiazi''s cool dress and said, "let me change my clothes."


    Then she looked at him and the horse.


    And Ma understood: "I''ll help you!"


    Then he and meijiazi were thrown out by baonaimei.


    Meijiazi: "why was I thrown out?"


    Before the voice fell, Qingliu opened the door and could see that the room had been cleaned up over her small body.


    Qingliu stared at meijiazi''s hot pants for a few seconds, slammed the door, and then there was a sound of changing clothes quickly in the room.


    When she opened the door again, Qingliu changed into a pleated skirt and a short sleeved shirt with bubble sleeves.


    And Ma: "aren''t you afraid to walk away with such a short skirt?"


    Qingliu glared at him and closed the door. When he opened the door again, he put on shorts under his skirt.


    Meijiazi: "wearing pants under the skirt will be taught by the life teacher. I''m often told this when it''s cold. "


    Qingliu: "I want you to take care of it!"


    Then she went downstairs with a brisk pace.


    Just at this time, baonaimei opened the door and came out. She didn''t mind hitting meijiazi. She was also dressed in hot pants and T-shirts, but she didn''t roll up her hem to show her stomach.


    And madden felt that the old Japanese corridor was much brighter immediately. After all, there were four big white legs to provide lighting.


    Paul Naimei: "how?"


    "Not bad, but your hairstyle is suitable for a dress. Now this suit is more suitable for a single horsetail..."


    Meijiazi got up from the ground and deliberately threw the horse''s tail with a big action.


    Baonaimei turned back to the house. A moment later, she came out in a new dress, which was much thinner than the one she had just started.


    HEMA: "I thought you would tie a horse''s tail... Do you like the new head so much?"


    "All right." Baonaimei smiled.


    Meijiazi: "smelly beauty."


    "Meijiazi, haven''t we practiced with each other for a long time?" Baonaimei asked with a smile.


    "Well, yes. One? I''ve long wanted to see if it''s getting stronger recently. "


    And Ma looked at meijiazi''s level and judged that she would lose again, but he didn''t say anything.


    The three went downstairs and just saw yuzao in the temple open the door.


    Yuzao carries a small bag by herself.


    Meijiazi asked curiously, "egg, do you want to live in today? Just a little luggage? "


    "Yes. Because I''m almost here except that I don''t sleep here, and I''ve moved almost all my living appliances for a long time. All the clothes are in the empty wardrobe in chiyoko''s room. "


    After thinking with Ma, yuzao often changes clothes at home. Before, she and Ma always thought she used magic, or her clothes were simply fox fur, just like her hair.


    Yuzao opened the small bag in her hand and showed everyone what was inside: "this time I just brought the tools for brushing my teeth and some skin care products."


    Paul Naimei: "well, it''s you. You''re impeccable anytime, anywhere."


    "Of course, I was educated like this since I was a child, ''to be a model of Da he Fuzi'' or something."


    "What a strict tutor." Baonai praised it.


    "That''s it. By the way, baonaimei, have you studied ballroom dance? Live here this time and teach me. "


    "Ah, well, I have to learn Japanese dance, too. Egg shouldn''t mind teaching me?"


    And Ma and meijiazi have retreated to one side. Meijiazi whispered to him, "why don''t I play with you first?"


    "Well, I''m a master. I want to confirm your growth."


    Agree with Ma guoduan.


    But baonaimei immediately turned around and said to meijiazi, "even if it''s the master, it''s necessary to talk about first come, first served. What''s the strength of meijiazi? With the strength of the master, just look at the fight between us."


    And Ma Xin don''t think so. I just need to look at your heads.


    His golden finger is really suitable for teaching. It''s clear from the top of his head how his apprentice practiced and whether he worked hard.


    Baonaimei took meijiazi to the ashram without saying a word.


    Yuzao: "then I''ll put my things away first, and then go to cheer you two."


    Then she passed by and Ma and went to chiyoko''s room.


    And Ma were relieved and turned into the dojo.


    **


    Meijiazi knelt on her knees and said, "I lost!"


    "This is ten consecutive defeats. I got a total of 20 copies and didn''t get one. It''s too delicious." Qingliu, who knelt down to learn next to him, said, "meijiazi, although you are embarrassed by the way you get this, you simply admit defeat. It''s very handsome."


    Meijiazi raised his head fiercely and looked at it. He knew that he was pretending to be sad and angry, staring at Qingliu: "Damn it! Why can you bury me? I can''t beat Bonaparte. Can''t I beat you? "


    "You give up." Qingliu raised his chin and pointed to baonaimei with his thumb. "I''m better than that."


    "I don''t believe it! Assault! " Meijiazi jumped up from the kneeling state at an amazing speed, grabbed Qingliu''s armpit with both hands and lifted her up!


    But this time, Qingliu was not so panic stricken when she was raided. She calmly stepped on meijiazi''s face, and the man flew back.


    Then megako''s body fell back according to the principle of conservation of momentum——


    Qingliu turned over in the air and landed. When his horse tail fell, it was like a pair of wings.


    She shook her horse''s tail and gave a "hum".


    Meijiazi lay on the ground and began to read Hideki Toyotomi''s poem - probably because Hideki Toyotomi''s nickname is "monkey".


    He ma doesn''t like Toyotomi Xiuji. After all, he is a person who intends to invade North Korea and then invade China. He plays the Warring States theme game of Guangrong company. In addition to Taige''s determination to preach that it is mandatory to use Xiuji first to open other characters, he basically won''t choose Toyotomi Xiuji.


    Is it good to play with Yoshida? Isn''t sister Shangshan fragrant? Even if you choose Beitiao to farm in xiaotianyuan, it''s fun.


    And Ma were about to interrupt meijiazi''s singing. Baonaimei said, "when Qingliu said he was better than me, I wanted to say that we haven''t had a serious fight yet?"


    Qingliu: "really... No. But I can cut with the horse. Oh, look, there are still traces left by me on the stomach of the horse! "


    Meijiazi sat up and said, "that statement just now seems a little elaborate?"


    Regardless of meijiazi, Qingliu raised his arm and pointed to the knife wound on it: "look at these, it''s all left to me with horses! I almost won! "


    "But you still didn''t win. Almost won and won, one heaven and one earth. How can you be sure that you are better than me? " Baonai asked Meizhi.


    She began to exude a cold atmosphere.


    And the horse knew she was serious at a glance.


    Qingliu should also feel this.


    "Well... I see." Qingliu put on a serious expression and looked at baonaimei. "Just as I changed into a Kendo suit, I''ll have a fight with what you ordered so far."


    Just when meijiazi and baonaimei fought each other and made a very philosophical voice, Qingliu ran to put on his Kendo suit.


    In the past, the Kendo clothes of Tongsheng Taoist school were not divided into people. They were worn by anyone who wanted to use them. However, these days, there was a lot of time for horses to be free, so the board in front of each Kendo clothes was written with the surname of the disciple of the Taoist school, so that everyone had their own exclusive Kendo clothes.


    "Nantiao" is written on the board in front of baonaimei, while Qingliu is "Baifeng".


    Don''t mention it. With the addition of the surname, the Taoist arena suddenly became formal, like a place to teach Kendo rather than ninja.


    Although many people came to see Ninja recently.


    Qingliu picked up meijiazi''s bamboo knife on the ground and stood opposite baonaimei.


    As soon as meijiazi saw this posture, he stopped reading Jue Ming poetry and quickly climbed to the apprentice''s position and sat down.


    And the horse sat up straight.


    In terms of rank, baonaimei still has a small gap with Qingliu, and the actual combat of Qingliu should be far stronger than baonaimei.


    And Qingliu''s entry seems to have a higher level. After all, there is no explanation.


    But baonaimei''s entry, petrel, seems to contain the element that when it is strong, it is strong.


    After all, "let the storm come more violently" is a famous sentence in Gorky''s petrel.


    A serious fight between the two may enable him and Ma to further understand the value of the entry.


    Baonaimei confronted Qingliu.


    Both of them were very serious, so the atmosphere of the ashram became serious.


    The wind lifted Qingliu''s double horsetail and baonaimei''s single horsetail, making the scraps of paper swirling on the wooden floor of the ashram——


    Wait, where''s the wind inside?


    And Ma turned around and looked at the electric fan in the corner. Chiyoko was about to stand up. Obviously, she had just adjusted the wind to the maximum.


    Chiyoko:?


    And Ma turned their heads and continued to pay attention to their hot confrontation.


    The sound of Sanwei line rang.


    And Ma turned around again and saw yuzao coming in with Sanwei line and sitting next to meijiazi.


    Because at this time, the xiangsanweixian seems quite appropriate, and the horse doesn''t care. Continue to pay attention to the two people in the confrontation.


    Qingliu: "master and elder martial sisters have really prepared a grand scene."


    No, I''m not ready. I come with my nature.


    Paonai Mei: "isn''t this just right? Today we need to find out who is the No. 2 combat force of this dojo."


    He Ma: "well, martial arts practitioners, pay attention to the point. Pay attention to martial ethics."


    Before the voice fell, Qingliu killed baonaimei.


    Baonaimei calmly holds the sword in the middle, which seems to be ready to cut off.


    But Qingliu suddenly inserted the bamboo knife into the ground. Using the friction of Xiange, he took the bamboo knife as a pole vault and kicked baonaimei in the air!


    Chiyoko shouted, "stop! This has completely violated the rules of Kendo! "


    And the horse raised one hand to stop chiyoko from continuing.


    Baonaimei stepped aside to avoid the flying kick and planned to draw Qingliu''s sword in the air. As a result, the bamboo knife in Qingliu''s hand interfered with the attack. After Qingliu landed, he didn''t spend time adjusting his posture, so he forced to turn the direction by relying on the strength of his ankle. Thanks to her small size, otherwise she had to twist her ankle. Qingliu is already short. If he runs close to the ground, he will be even shorter, just like flying close to the ground. Baonaimei had to turn to the lower position, and then use the upper pick and cut to get the first hand. The sound of the bamboo knife hitting the carcass cracked in the dojo. And the horse raised his right hand: "a book." Qingliu stopped the bamboo knife she was about to wave at baonaimei''s neck and looked at her horse with dissatisfaction: "she just picked such a big move on this. Although she hit my body armor, this angle is very bad and the lethality is limited. It can''t stop me from moving. I can cut her into eight pieces next!" Before he and Ma spoke, chiyoko said first, "since it''s agreed, it''s according to the rules of competitive Kendo..." baonaimei interrupted the hippo: "no, I lost. I still habitually follow the idea of competitive Kendo as long as I get this. Qingliu, let''s continue and fight me according to the actual battle. " He nodded with the horse, "I just shouted one because if I don''t shout again, she will hit you on the neck. I''m afraid you''ll get hurt. Qingliu, don''t aim at such a deadly position. "“ If you don''t shout, I''ll stop at the moment I''m about to meet. After all, you may hate hurting her... "She said the second half in a very low voice, but she and the horse heard it. Meijiazi: "so it was just qingliuliu who got this?" And Ma: "HMM. In practice, Bonaparte is dead. Baonaimei, come on, I look forward to fighting side by side with you. " Baonaimei bowed to and Ma: "I will try." And the horse made a gesture of returning to their position. So the two returned to the starting position of the duel again. Chiyoko sits beside HEMA - she is the second best teacher in the dojo after HEMA, although she may not be able to beat meijiazi“ If we take actual combat as the benchmark, is this a Kendo hall or a sabre drawing hall? " She murmured a complaint. And Ma: "don''t be so clear." While talking, Qingliu rushed to baonaimei again. The girls continued to sweat.