I teach kendo in Tokyo

While Hanabusa Takashi and Kazuma were praising Haikou, editor-in-chief Masaichi Yoshinaka was presiding over the final version meeting of tomorrow's Mai Mai News.

In fact, it is to finalize what articles to publish, and then send them to be typeset and printed.

In the past, this meeting usually had to be held one day in advance, otherwise the process would not be completed in time.

Therefore, newspapers at that time often published extra issues. In fact, new major news could not catch up with the new issue of the newspaper, but they wanted to compete for timeliness, so they published an extra issue.

Nowadays, with the advanced laser phototypesetting system, the finalization time can be set at 7 or 8 pm the day before publication, and the typesetting can be changed midway during the typesetting process. The most advanced system can even make changes midway after printing. ——It’s just that the printed ones will be invalidated. The cost is too high and few people will do this.

Ji Zhongya took a sip of tea and looked at several editors: Well, it's decided. The Bekaa Valley will be used as the headline on the front page. The photo of the Israeli Air Force's F15 must be clear and powerful! After all, we are also equipped with the same model. airplane.

Professor Qianjiang's matter will be left in the domestic version. It's just a farce. But this girl is very good-looking. Many people will like the photo when it is published.

At this time, an editor suggested: You can cut a small section on the front page and put a photo of Ms. Fujii. This will attract people's attention.

Okay, choose one that can highlight your figure. Yoshizaka Masaichi said

The editors all showed understanding expressions.

At this moment, the door to the editor's office was opened. An executive editor was holding a magazine: Editor, this is bad! Look at the new weekly Fang Chun!

Ji Zhongya couldn't help but frown. Maimai News was a serious newspaper, a daily. The content in each issue ranged from domestic news to overseas wars and famines to celebrity gossip.

Weekly Fangchun is indeed very good at brewing social hot spots, but the hot spots they concoct can at best affect the content planning of the entertainment section of the News.

Therefore, Ji Zhongyao would be a little unhappy with this editor rashly interrupting the final version, but he usually gives people the impression that he is good at listening to the opinions of his subordinates, so he cannot lose his character at this time.

So he took the magazine handed over by the editor: Let me take a look.

The moment he saw the cover, Ji Zhongya's expression changed.

How dare you do it, Weekly Fang Chun. He muttered.

Several group editorial leaders looked puzzled and stretched their heads to look at the magazine in the editor's hand.

As soon as Ji Zhongya opened the inner page, the title page of the pull-out page was turned out.

Now several group leaders could clearly see it.

The person from the entertainment team muttered: I believe this girl even when she says she is a model.

The leader of the social news team said: With this appearance, she is still a student at Sophia University, a standard and wealthy lady, don't even think about it.

Ji Zhongya raised his head and glared at the team leaders: Let's discuss this kind of topic at the izakaya.

Several team leaders quickly became serious.

Ji Zhongya closed the page, turned to the article page, and browsed it quickly.

Hmph, Takashi Hanabusa, don't think that if you change your pen name, I won't recognize your unflappable writing style. Yoshinaka Masaru closed the magazine and threw it to the nearest editorial team leader.

Several team leaders immediately gathered together to look through it.

Ji Zhongya just picked up the cup and blew on the hot tea that had just been poured into the cup.

Several editorial team leaders quickly finished flipping through it - they were all professionals, and they knew the approximate weight of this thing after just flipping through it.

Do you want to change the headlines on the front page? asked the leader of the social news team.

Change! Ask which critic you can contact now. It's too late for interviews. Let's write a review first to fill the page.

In which direction should comments be written? asked the leader of the social news team.

Nonsense, of course we need to make peace with the situation first. Also, ask a few on-site reporters to come back and work overtime, and go to Sophia University to see if we can block a few students.

What now? The leader of the social news team looked at his watch.

The leader of the entertainment news team patted him on the shoulder: Do you want me to lend you some of your people? We at the entertainment news team are chasing news around the clock.

Chasing scandals, right? the leader of the sports news team laughed, It's much simpler for us. We just sit in the stadium. It's just that sometimes the overtime of football games is too frequent and the overtime hours are too long.

Ji Zhongya clapped his hands: Okay, okay! Let's take action! The photography team will choose a suitable photo to highlight this girl's beauty and sadness!

Not only tomorrow's page, but also the exclusive interview is ready. I hope we can publish a special investigation on this news the day after tomorrow! Anyway, it must be faster than Chaoyue News!

**

In fact, Ji Zhongya was overly worried, and they were the only ones who noticed the upcoming weekly magazine Fang Chun.

Their main competitor, tomorrow's front page headline picture will either be Israel's F15 or burning oil wells in the Persian Gulf.

Ji Zhongya got the opportunity as he wished.

Students who stayed late at school that day were all interviewed by Maimai News reporters.

The news that Professor Qianjiang died of vomiting blood spread widely in the school. It is basically the topic of discussion among students these days, and everyone can gossip about it.

In addition, Professor Qianjiang's popularity among students is not very good. He is old-fashioned and strict in correcting homework. Most importantly, he likes to be aggressive towards students, and he grabs a lot of students who have objections to him.

Therefore, when reporters asked questions about the professor's character, many students added fuel to the fire.

This group of reporters came to the school at eight or nine o'clock at night to block people. At this time, the teaching building and library were closed.

Japanese universities do not provide dormitories like domestic schools, and students all live in dormitories.

The students who are still in school at this time are basically doing their own club activities in the club building. It would be strange to meet an old scholar who has a good impression of Professor Qianjiang.

In fact, those who can block students are lucky. One group of reporters blocked social youths who came here for a walk.

Most of these people know a few friends from Sophia University, and they have all heard some news that has passed through countless hands. Now when the reporter asked, they enthusiastically doubled down on the already embellished information, and then dumped it to the reporter.

So before public opinion really fermented, the image of a stubborn, pedantic, and a bit lustful reactionary scholar spontaneously became fuller.

**

The next morning, Kazuma naturally got up early again.

He went out immediately to see if today's newspaper had been delivered.

Unfortunately, the mailbox at the door was empty.

So Kazuma raised his voice and asked Chiyoko who was preparing breakfast in the room: Chiyoko, what time does the newspaper usually arrive?

No one is delivering it! Chiyoko's voice came from the kitchen through the exhaust pipe, The entire neighborhood has been demolished and only our family is left. We can only order newspapers, so no one is delivering them. Amao brought it back by the way.

Kazuma scratched his head, he was looking forward to today's big show.

In fact, if you think about it carefully, today's daily newspapers probably won't reflect it. Mikako's news can probably occupy one page on the second and third pages, and a large space is devoted to her photos.

Weekly Fang Chun's big bomb has detonated, and it will take a few days for the shock wave to spread.

I am still too impatient.

Kazuma was scratching his head and reflecting on himself seriously. At this time, he heard a sound on the second floor of his house. He looked up and saw Mikako opening the window and stretching in the window.

Ever since Professor Qianjiang passed away, Mikako has been living in the dojo - anyway, she stayed here for two months during the summer vacation and didn't take anything away, which was convenient.

Mikako faced the morning light, stretched her arms, and stretched her joints to her heart's content.

Kazuma looked up from below and actually felt that this monkey looked a bit like a goddess.

This must be the magic filter that comes with the morning sun.

At this time, the sleepy Mikako saw Kazuma downstairs and asked doubtfully: Kazuma, what are you doing?

I'm looking at you. Kazuma answered truthfully.

Mikako looked down at herself in confusion: What do I have to see?

Kazuma thought to himself: Damn, do you think you are mediocre and nothing interesting?

If he hadn't known Mikako well, he would have thought she was in Versailles.

Mikako's brain obviously hadn't turned around yet. She thought about it at the window for a few seconds, but she still didn't expect that she had anything interesting to see, so she showed an expression of forget it.

I'm hungry. Is breakfast ready?

Not yet. Come down first and let's do morning exercises.

Okay! Mikako agreed, grabbed the window sill, climbed out of the window, and slid down along the eaves.

Let me tell you, I thought of a very powerful move in my sleep. I can at least scare you today!

Can you be a bit promising? What do you mean, all the tricks you think of in your dreams only scare me? Kazuma couldn't help but complain.

I can't help it, you are strong.

Just as Kazuma and Mikako were walking to the dojo, Amao rushed back on the bicycle that made no sound except the bell and brake.

Today's newspaper is here! he shouted.

Kazuma: Calm down, there's probably nothing interesting to read in today's newspaper...

Senior Sister Mikako made the front page headlines of Maimai News!

Kazuma was shocked. He had just finished his psychological preparation. There would be no big drama in the morning report, and then the big drama came.

Is it on the news this morning?

Yeah, look!

Amao pushed the newspaper to Kazuma.

Kazuma took a look, and sure enough, the front page showed a beautiful photo of Mikako, with a line of big words next to it: A beautiful college student almost lost her school status, just because she is too beautiful?

Next to the big words is a line of small words: The late professor Qianjiang once asserted that she could not be a diplomat because she would be mistaken for a prostitute if she was too beautiful.

He Ma Fu'e, he was an eyewitness to Mikako scolding Professor Qianjiang to death. Of course he remembered that Professor Qianjiang did say that someone like Mikako who looked like a prostitute couldn't be a diplomat.

Unexpectedly, this was dug out by reporters.

This matter could be big or small. To put it in a small way, it was just a matter of speaking out loud in anger at that time. At most, it was just a matter of bowing and apologizing.

But now that it is singled out for interpretation, that is not the case.

Although the News is a right-wing newspaper, Kazuma just wants to say to them now: You are doing a good job, you are doing a great job!

Mikako stood next to Kazuma and was also reading the newspaper. She muttered in confusion: Did Professor Chie say that I look like a prostitute?

Kazuma was originally enjoying himself, but his smile immediately froze when he heard what Mikako said.

He and Amao looked at Mikako: Don't you remember?

Mikako shook his head: I don't remember. I just remember that he spurted a lot of blood, a lot.

Amao: How did Senior Sister Fujii get admitted to Sophia University?

Mikako: What a question! I don't know either!

Kazuma stretched out his hand to hold Mikako's shoulder: Remember, Professor Chie was extremely rude to you that day. You were feeling aggrieved and aggrieved, so you mentioned the chocolate thing, do you understand?

I understand, I feel aggrieved and aggrieved!

That's right! You just fought back after being called a prostitute! You didn't mean to expose the scars!

I understand, I am the victim. I am so wronged that I want to cry - but I can't cry...

It's okay, I'll give you sodium hyaluronate.

After Kazuma finished talking, he let go of Mikako's shoulders. At this time, Mikako said: There will be a lot of interviews again, right? You can teach me all the words and I will integrate them.

Kazuma nodded: Okay.

To be honest, Kazuma is actually a bit arrogant. When he taught Mikako a rhetoric about Anglo-Afghan relations, Mikako also said that she would understand it, but the professor was killed by her understanding.

It was originally a small paper, but now it has become such a big deal.

So Kazuma told Mikako: Don't do anything else for me this time.

Mikako patted her chest: Don't worry! It's okay!

However, due to technical reasons, Mikako did not produce a reliable bang bang sound, but instead produced a jelly-like sound, which sounded very unreliable at first glance.

**

Qianjiang House.

All celebrities in Japan have a lubricant effect. His students are spread throughout the translation and diplomatic circles, and many things are run through him as an intermediary.

Whether it's a flower arranging celebrity or a university professor, the role in this aspect is the same.

As a lubricant, it is naturally impossible to have no benefits.

Professor Qianjiang serves as a consultant for several private funds and has a considerable income.

And this income is closely linked to Professor Qianjiang’s reputation.

Once his reputation is bad, no one will come to him to lubricate him.

Therefore, people like Kanto United, who want to interfere with the operation of the university through means such as money, don't even bother to look at it.

This morning, Mrs. Qianjiang got up early. She had three meetings to attend today, all of which were gatherings for wives of celebrities in the academic world.

Yesterday she was humiliated in front of that Kiryu Kazuma's house, so today she had to do something good to repay that damn Kiryu Kazuma, and the even more damn bitch Fujii Mikako.

What happened yesterday seemed to be a big deal and even involved the British Prime Minister, but if you think about it carefully, it is actually a farce.

After Mrs. Qianjiang calmed down yesterday, she called a circle of people she knew in the newspaper industry. They told her that this matter would only occupy the front page of the evening paper, and the popularity would subside the next day.

As long as she acts properly and attributes everything to Fujii Mikako being crazy, all the unfavorable situations will be reversed.

Mrs. Qianjie has thought about it. She plans to cry to the wife of a great psychiatrist whom she knows well. Then she will ask the psychiatrist to write an article saying that Mikako Fujii may have delusional disorder or a histrionic personality. , the public opinion will turn to attack Mikako Fujii.

The old woman got up early in the morning and dressed up carefully. She had just put on her expensive furisode kimono and put on makeup.

In order to be able to cry freely at the wife's party later, the cosmetics she used today were all waterproof.

——Hmph, Mikako Fujii, don’t think that you are the only one who can use tears as a weapon!

At this moment, Professor Qianjiang's youngest son Qianjiang Zhuo opened the dressing room door with a clang: Mom! Something bad is going to happen!

Asshole! How many times have I told you to knock on the door first! Mrs. Qianjiang shouted angrily.

Chie Taku: Oh, now is not the time to talk about this! Something bad is going to happen, Mom! The news gave that Mikako Kiryu a front-page headline!

Mikako Kiryu? Mrs. Chie was stunned for a moment.

Only then did Chie Taku realize: No, no! It's Mikako Fujii! The mistress of that sword-playing guy named Kiryu! It's the headline on the front page!

How is that possible! I called and asked around at noon yesterday! The Nagano Special Agent in charge of News also said that that kind of thing is a subject that the evening newspaper would like. Their News is a daily newspaper, and it should be placed on the second page at most. Version!

Can I still lie to you? Look, this is today's news!

Qian Jiangzhuo slapped the newspaper on the dressing table.

He directly took a whole copy of today's Maimai News, a thick stack - after all, Maimai News has more than seventy pages every day, and even if the paper used to print the newspaper is not very thick, it is still very impressive.

The pile of paper was pulled out on the dressing table, making a very dull sound.

The one at the top of the pile of paper is not Mikako Fujii.

What! What's going on? Phone! Bring me the phone!

Qian Jiangzhuo's wife came over with the extension of the phone.

Wireless extensions are a rarity in this day and age.

Old Mrs. Qianjiang took the extension phone and was about to dial the number. She was stunned for a moment before yelling at her daughter-in-law: Idiot! If you don't bring the phone book, how can I dial the number?

Qian Jiangzhuo's wife looked aggrieved: When did you leave your phone book to me for safekeeping? Only my sister-in-law knows where it is!

Bookcases! The second row of bookshelf walls on the north side, counting from the left, is between Tolstoy and Hugo! You idiot, don't you think it's strange that there is a Russian book among a group of French writers?

These days, sometimes knowing someone's phone number or not knowing it is often the difference between something succeeding and not succeeding. In a sense, this phone book symbolizes the network of relationships that the Qianjiang family has.

Normally, Mrs. Qianjiang would never let her daughter-in-law know where the phone book was.

But the eldest daughter-in-law and son went to attend an event yesterday and are not here now.

Now the old lady can't care so much.

After the phone book was delivered, the old lady flipped through it for a long time and found the phone number of the Nagano representative of Maimai News among a bunch of ghost symbols.

She dialed the number with trembling hands, dialing the wrong number twice.

This number is usually answered directly by the Nagano representative, and occasionally it will be the secretary.

This time it was the secretary who answered the phone: Hello?

Mrs. Qianjiang's heart immediately dropped when she heard the young voice over there.

In fact, if you think about it, you will know that Mrs. Qianjiang is not the only one who knows this phone number. It is impossible to directly transfer the number to the secretary for the secretary to answer it just because of such a thing.

But Mrs. Qianjiang is very anxious now. It is easy for people to think the worst about things at this time.

Her first reaction now was that I was targeted by Special Agent Nagano.

That...Nagano is responsible for him...

The specialist hasn't come to work yet, you should call him at home. The secretary was very professional and didn't ask who was over there at this time.

After all, the people who make this call are all big shots who can speak directly to the executive. It is not his secretary's turn to ask who is on the other side.

Japanese society is such a poor one and has many things to pay attention to. I can't afford to accidentally mess up a little secretary.

That's right, it's my problem, I forgot the time. Sorry. Mrs. Qianjiang breathed a sigh of relief at this time.

It's okay. Do you want me to leave a message for the specialist? The secretary continued to show his professionalism.

No, I'll call his home. After saying that, Mrs. Qianjiang hung up the phone.

She immediately found Special Agent Nagano's home phone number among the ghostly drawings in the phone book and dialed it.

This time the voice from the other side was the old man's: Hello, I'm Nagano, Moses Moses?

When she heard that the person who answered the phone was Nagano, the old lady Qianjiang felt relieved a little.

I'm Chie, Mr. Nagano, have you had breakfast?

Oh, Mrs. Qianjie, you are eating right now. Commissioner Nagano's voice was very kind, and there was no hint of displeasure.

But Mrs. Qianjiang still had to apologize first. After all, she had disturbed the other party's private time: I'm sorry for disturbing your meal.

It's okay, I'll finish eating soon. Anyway, at this time, if you don't call, I can only listen to my wife nagging. What's going on?

Um, have you read today's news?

Not yet, what's wrong? After Mr. Nagano finished speaking, he apparently held down the microphone and said to his wife, Bring me today's newspaper.

Old Mrs. Qianjiang: Let's take a look first!

Well, I'll just take a look...uh...

This reaction obviously came from reading the newspaper.

Old Mrs. Qianjiang said immediately: Specialist Nagano, you said yesterday...

Well, generally speaking, it won't make the front page headlines. After all, it's just something a young girl said casually, which is very eye-catching, but... right! This kind of thing will only be on the second and third pages, and then there will be something on the front page. A text prompt or something.”

What about now? What's going on now? Old Mrs. Qianjiang couldn't hold back, Why is this prostitute on the front page! What does the accompanying text mean?

From Mr. Nagano's side, there was the sound of sandpaper whirling, probably because he was scratching his hair: Um... I don't know! No one told me about this yesterday! Maybe there was some emergency?

How could you not know? You are the specialist!

Well, Mrs. Qianjie, I am indeed a specialist, but I am in charge of the newspaper's real estate. This is not an area I am directly responsible for! Otherwise, I will give you the phone number of Special Agent Te Fujino who is in charge of this matter. , you ask him.

The old lady Qianjiang hesitated to speak, but finally she controlled herself: Okay, then give it to me, I'll ask myself.

Okay, please remember it. XXXXXX, have you remembered it? Okay, but he must not be at work now. If you call me, only the secretary who arrives first will answer. It would be better if you wait until after ten o'clock.

Old Mrs. Qianjiang was anxious: Eh? Then can you give me his home phone number?

Oh, this is not good. It disturbs people's private time. The newspapers have already been released. If you call someone's home, you won't be able to get the newspapers back.

How could old lady Qianjiang not understand the current situation.

If it had been yesterday, Commissioner Nagano would have given me the number.

Yesterday's Professor Qianjiang's widow certainly had the honor to know the home phone number of another specialist.

Today, at least in the opinion of Commissioner Nagano, Mrs. Qianjiang today does not have this face.

The old woman forced a smile: Okay, then I'll call his office. Goodbye, Special Agent Nagano.

Goodbye, and I wish you good health. After speaking, Special Agent Nagano hung up the phone directly.

The old lady Qianjiang threw the telephone extension on the table and cursed: Shit! This bastard who changes his direction when the wind blows!

After scolding the old woman, she was still not relieved. She stared at the half-length photo of Mikako in the newspaper on the table, grabbed it and tore it in half.

Shit!

Qian Jiangzhuo cautiously suggested: Mom, at this time, I think it is better to call the school board of directors first. If the school comes to refute the rumors, even if it is selling news, considering the status of Shangzhi alumni all over the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, it should... …”

Bastard! Do I need you to teach me about this kind of thing? Mrs. Qianjiang cursed angrily. After cursing, she grabbed the phone book that she had just thrown on the table with the extension phone and started rummaging through it quickly.

Haha, I lied to you, this chapter is an update!