The glory of Kyoto wings

Chapter 129
Coming off the expressway, the surrounding environment has changed.

High-rise buildings filled the eye sockets again.

The air is filled with the modern atmosphere of the city.

After a simple meal at a fast food restaurant in the North District, Minamoto Raimitsu discussed with Sakihatsu Koto about the civil servant examination, who seemed to have consulted a lot of information about the examination.

In fact, the popularity of public examinations in Japan has long since dropped.

Whether it's the not-so-high salary, or the constant overtime hours that exceed the limit of death from overwork, it has seriously affected the enthusiasm for applying for civil servants, and even the ratio of applicants for some more general positions has dropped to eight to one.

If this is placed domestically.
The border areas can be rolled by thousands to one.

of course.

Good jobs in Kyoto are also in high demand.

But Saki Hatsu Koto was quite confident.

Although I don't know why she changed so much overnight, but it's better than the original gloomy and directionless appearance. At her age, she should be full of ideals and ambitions.

As Minamoto Raikou said before.

If he couldn't stay any longer, he could support her by himself.

It's not wrong to try more.

Sakatsu Koto was sent directly to the hospital, and Minamoto Raimitsu went straight back to Shugakuin's apartment. He was going to hand in the opening report of his graduation thesis today.

Although belong to the same class.

But the dissertations are in the charge of different teachers of professional courses, probably one teacher is in charge of seven or eight people, Minamoto Larimitsu and Ogi Seimei are in the same group.

When I drove in, I showed my student ID again.

This made Yuan Laiguang feel very troublesome, and planned to go back to the logistics office to complete the formalities and record the license plate into the electronic identification system at the door.

When I got back to the apartment it was empty.

Although it's only been away for two days, there is a light layer of dust floating on the shoe cabinet in the entrance.

Minamoto Raimiko glanced at the end of the room, and found that he forgot to close the window before leaving, no wonder the room felt a little dusty after only two days.

"It seems that we have to clean up tonight."

Looking away with some headaches, he changed his shoes and walked in with the things in his hand, and put the souvenirs brought by his mother from home anywhere. Yuan Laiguang sat on the soft sofa, feeling tired.

Driving is exhausting.

Especially today is Monday.

The expressway from the countryside to the urban area was empty, but it was congested as soon as I entered the urban area, and it took me two hours to drive home.

Minamoto looked at the clock on the wall.

It is already 01:30 in the afternoon.

After resting on the sofa for a while, I didn't bother to plug in the kettle and boil the water, poured a glass of water and drank it directly.

"this thing"

Minamoto's gaze moved down.

I fiddled with the sack my mother used to put things in. Inside was a pile of unhulled corn, and the yellow and green leaves were still stained with soil.

Especially since it rained yesterday.

The soil is both moist and rich in fragrance.

He hasn't eaten corn for a long time, and it just so happens that he brought a lot this time. Minamoto Raimiko plans to cook two tonight.

But his mind was not on the corn at the moment.

It was something that my mother packed in a special wooden box in a burlap bag.

Minamoto Raimitsu held it in his hand and opened it for a look.

A ginseng plant that looks like a radish but has a dark yellow and thin trunk appears in front of my eyes.

It is said that this was dug by my father a while ago.

The mother claimed that she was very worried about his body, so she reluctantly gave him this thing, and said that the effect of this thing was far beyond imagination.

Minamoto Raikou looked at it carefully.

It was found that some ginseng tendrils had been broken off.

Probably already used.

But he thought his father must regret digging up this thing.

Maybe they want to stuff them back into the soil overnight.

Shaking his head, he put the thing away.

Jian Jian rested in the room for a while, he sent a message to Seimei Ogi, but there was no reply for a long time, Minamoto Larimitsu was puzzled and didn't care too much.

It is estimated that the traffic jam came too late.

He went to hand in the opening report first and it was fine.

After simply tidying up the room, Minamoto Raimitsu exported the files from the computer to a USB flash drive, and then went straight out to print things.

When I went out, I remembered that there seemed to be no use for the lucky draw chance, and the roulette wheel appeared in front of my eyes as soon as I thought about it.

[Sins of Lust (Small): Lust comes from love that is too strong and immoral]

[Note: A lottery draw in the reward area of ​​​​the sin of lust and low-level roulette can be conducted]

[The roulette rotation is over, please find the corresponding rewards]

[Congratulations on acquiring the skill: the temperament of the body has increased slightly]

[Rewards have been loaded]

It can only become handsome in such a meaningless way.

Minamoto Raimitsu didn't feel any joy.

What an amazing state of mind.

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Minamoto Raimitsu first went to the printing shop of the academy to print something, and then brought the project opening report that had just been printed out and was still warm, and went straight to the teacher's general office in the teaching building.

Go to the door and stop.

"excuse me."

He knocked symbolically on the half-hidden door, and then stretched out his hand to push the door open and walked in. As soon as he entered, he saw many classmates, but most of them were unfamiliar faces, and they were basically girls.

Scanned the teachers around the circle.

A direction is determined.

Take the report to one of the workstations.

10 minute later.

"Student Yuan."

Teacher Beichuan is a middle-aged man with a slightly fat body. His sparse hair is combed to one side and barely covers his scalp. It feels like a gust of wind can take away the little hair left.

As the head teacher and part-time teacher of the class, Beichuan Guifeng has a lot of contact with the students.

Coupled with his nearly 30 years of experience, and his mild-spoken attitude in his impression, his handling of class affairs is not biased, and he has no airs. He is a very respectable teacher.

"Is there a problem, Mr. Kitagawa?" Minamoto Raimiko watched the other party put down the report, pondered for a moment, and then asked aloud, "Is this subject not in compliance with the regulations?"

Explain the application of management from the perspective of love.

No matter how you listen to it, you can't match it.

To be honest, he didn't know for sure.

But Beichuan Guifeng shook his head when he heard the words, waved his hand to signal him to sit down, he did not refuse as imagined, but looked at him with interest, and then said in a teasing tone:

"It's not against the rules. It's just that your topic has a different approach. It may be a little difficult to defend it when the time comes. I have no problem here, but you have to be mentally prepared in advance."

What happened to applying management science to relationships?
Beichuan Guifeng has been working in Peking University for so many years, and the students under him have been leading one after another. Thanks to the open concept of local education, he has seen many wonderful subjects with his own eyes, and the students have their own brains. Open, compared to Minamoto Raimitsu, this is trivial.

There are applications to home farming.

There are applications to sow litter.

There are also applications to go to Gion to wash your feet.

It is also since he became a defense teacher that Beichuan Guifeng's cognition of management has been overturned, and he understands that everything can be managed. It is because his thinking is too traditional, and he should learn from the students.

"I have confidence in this."

Minamoto Raimitsu said there was no problem.

As long as the opening report can pass.

However, before he came back to his senses, he saw Beichuan Guifeng in front of him with a serious face, and then said some inexplicable words:
"Student Yuan, let's not talk about the defense in advance. I want to remind you of one thing. Although we are writing the paper with a scientific attitude, we should pay attention to the impact when collecting data."

The right words sound reasonable, but when you think about it carefully, they seem like nonsense literature, but he always feels that Mr. Beichuan's tone is weird.

"What did you say?"

Minamoto asked tentatively.

"Did you confess to all the girls a while ago?"

Beichuan Guifeng asked straightforwardly.

Minamoto Larimitsu was stunned for a moment, then remembered the past, but said calmly, "Yes."

Seeing that he was so direct, Beichuan Guifeng didn't mean to be angry, he just sighed and said earnestly:
"Do you know that the impact of this incident is not very good, not only on your personal reputation, but also on other female students. Several students have already reported to me, saying that you—"

"Teacher Beichuan, please excuse me."

Before Beichuan Guifeng finished speaking, a female voice suddenly broke in.

The girl who looked sunny and cute came over, took out her mobile phone and handed it to Minamoto Raikou with a smile, then squinted her eyes and whispered:
"Student Yuan, can you add your contact information, it seems to have been deleted by mistake a while ago."

".Can"

Minamoto Raimitsu raised his eyebrows, glanced at the unfamiliar girl in front of him, and hesitated to enter the account number.

The moment he lost his account.

A suspicious voice sounded beside him.

"Student Jianmei, you were not a while ago"

A look of astonishment appeared on Beichuan Guifeng's face.

But before he finished speaking, the cute-looking girl became anxious, put away her phone and hurried away: "Ah? Teacher, what did you say? I'll hand in the opening report first. You and Yuan classmate can chat slowly."

Seeing the cute girl coming and leaving in a hurry, Beichuan Guifeng looked very astonished.

But his eyes moved to the door.

I saw several other female students in the class.

And the sound of their communication came into the ears.

"Do you want Minamoto's contact information?"

"It's almost here, why did he suddenly become handsome? If I knew he was so handsome before, I wouldn't have rejected his confession back then."

"He confessed to everyone."

"But as far as I know, they didn't agree. It's probably because of the previous rumors. If I add it back now, there should be hope."

"Is it that Yoshikawa from the literature department? I heard that she has dropped out of school, so it probably doesn't matter anymore."

"Who knows, I didn't notice him before, and I didn't expect him to be so handsome. You said that if you have a child with him, it must be genetic modification."

"Don't rob me! I haven't been in a relationship yet!"

"No, no, didn't you all disgust him a while ago, let me bear the disgust."

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A few girls chattered at the door of the office, without the slightest restraint of students in front of the teacher, mainly because they were about to graduate.

It's just that their words attracted a lot of attention.

Just came to ask for contact information.

Now many people in the office are looking at him, at least he feels that there are seven or eight eyes on his face, and there is even a female teacher among them.

Minamoto Raikou touched his face thoughtfully.

And Beichuan Guifeng sat there a little messy.

A while ago, it was you who called Mi Mai the happiest, ran to my office and said why there is such a disgusting person in the class, why did you suddenly change your mind now! ?

He turned around and looked at Raikou's face.

I probably understand.

Quietly moved back the mirror on the desk that was used to comb hair every day, preventing the mirror from seeing his chubby face.

He stroked his little hair again.

Feeling that this world is really unfair.

(End of this chapter)