How can I broadcast live in Yokohama as a normal person

Sitting at the desk, Tsunayoshi Sawada pursed his lips tightly, his eyes fixed on the black-covered notebook.He took a deep breath, as if he was finally ready, before he opened the cover.

The neat and handsome black font came into view, this is the teacher's handwriting.

It was late at night, but the boy's room was still lit.His teacher prepared a game for him, and the notebooks are like a game of breaking through the levels. After conquering one, you will get the second one, which contains all the subjects.

The simple and clear logical knowledge chain is displayed in front of you, which is very easy to understand.To use bolder words to describe it, it was as if it was tailor-made for him.

More involved than reading comics, the teenager was immersed in the teacher's beautiful handwriting, and also immersed in the surprise that he gradually understood some sentence patterns that he thought were difficult to understand.This feeling is addictive and makes people lose track of time.

There was a knock on the door, it was my mother.

"Xiao Gang, it's late, I'm going to bed."

"Good mom!"

Although the mouth responded like this, the note was not closed.He greedily wants to learn more, and a little more, it seems that memorizing all the knowledge points will bring the distance between the two people closer, and get closer to that person.

Human likes and affections have magical powers.If you like a person's article, you will read all his books, and even learn about all his life.Even when speaking, it is the voice of that person, and when writing, it is completely the sentence of that person.

For students, the most intuitive expression of liking a teacher is falling in love with the courses he teaches, and there seems to be countless enthusiasm rising in their hearts.And this love will always be engraved in my mind, and in my memory, I will carry the traces of it all my life.

As if overnight, the teenager had a strange feeling—a strange ambition.I want to be able to answer his questions in class like other students, and I want to get his approving eyes.

Want to - a little closer.

So greedy, forgetting to eat and sleep, like a traveler in the desert who finally found an oasis, jumped into the hot water, his mind was soaked and paralyzed, his posture was no different from that of a drunk person.

The words on the paper can be crossed out again, but the handwriting on the spiritual diary will never be erased.

[When I went to ask questions during class, I realized that the teacher was surrounded by many people, and I didn't have a chance to ask him. 】

[I went to the teacher's house tonight, and I was a little embarrassed, but the teacher still looked at me like that and praised me for my progress.I am very happy. 】

[In class, the teacher said not to be influenced by others, the only thing worth comparing with is our past self.Is this sentence meant for me? 】

[I have a cold today, and I feel bored wearing a mask. The teacher asked me to pay attention to my body.I didn't dare to look at his face again. This time the doctor said that the cold was caused by a decrease in immunity caused by lack of sleep.Sleep well in the future. 】

【So nervous!Midterm exam next week! 】

[Before the exam, I went to the teacher again, and the teacher asked me if I believed him, of course I did, so I didn't seem so nervous anymore. 】

[Liar! !How could you not be nervous! ! !Nervous hands are shaking!But...but...those topics seem to be getting easier.Every time I did a question, my hands became stronger, and then I forgot everything, even the trembling, and only those questions remained in my eyes. 】

【Ahhh, the results will be announced tomorrow! ! ! 】

......

In summer, the chirping of cicadas enters the classroom from the windows and various small gaps, and into the ears of the students.

Today is Monday, and Bingsheng Middle School just finished the midterm exam of this semester last Friday.After two days of marking by the teachers, the results have been summarized, and the test papers will be reissued to the students today.

The first class on Monday was English class. Tsunayoshi Sawada was sitting in his seat, his heart was pounding hard, hitting his chest hard, as if he was about to jump out of his chest in the next moment.

He clasped his fingers together and placed them on the table. Although the air was hot and dry only in summer, the boy's hands were extremely cold.There was also a thin layer of sweat seeping from the palm of his hand, which was cold and could not be melted by the air, as if all the blood and temperature were concentrated in the beating heart.

His throat was also as dry as if it was on fire, and it was difficult to even swallow unconsciously.He just sat there, not moving.

Familiar footsteps sounded, and his teacher stepped onto the podium.

Sawada Tsunayoshi's brain went blank, he held his breath, and his body was as stiff as a stone.But unlike last time, the emotion he was feeling at this moment——was anticipation.

Getting closer, getting closer, the footsteps are getting closer.

His teacher finally stopped beside him.

Exhaling slowly, Tsunayoshi Sawada raised his head, and stared straight up with his round eyes full of rich emotions, nailing it to the last piece of paper left in that person's hand.

But his senses are all amplified, smell, hearing, touch... for fear of missing any bit of information that person transmits through the air and sound waves.

"Sawada-san..."

I'm coming.

It is as if the messenger of God proclaimed the Gospel of Matthew among the people.

The white test paper was gently placed on the table, and his teacher's tone was as gentle as ever.

"The overall progress has been great, but partial subjects are not acceptable."

He finally had the courage to look directly into those eyes—those black eyes with a perpetual warm smile.

......

Bingsheng Middle School Classroom Office

The teachers of Class [-] are gathering together, discussing the students' achievements excitedly.

The math teacher is a young girl, "Mr. Aihara, their Chinese composition and English scores are really amazing!"

The Chinese teacher was serious, but he respected Aihara Qing who was at least ten years younger than him, "I am honored to attend your lectures, and I am convinced by your literary accomplishments."

I am ashamed to say that although he is the Chinese teacher, I have to admit that the reason why the students in Class [-] have such gratifying scores in composition is influenced by Aihara Kiyoshi.

Because this teacher almost regarded his classroom as a theater, and he himself became the much-anticipated free poet.Just look at the writing style of those students, the traces of Aihara Kiyoshi are clear at a glance.

"There are also Sawada-san and Yamamoto-san. The two of them have made great progress."

Originally, these two were the tail of the crane in the class, but first Takeshi Yamamoto and then Tsunayoshi Sawada, the progress of these two is amazing.

The young teacher smiled and nodded, "Because they worked hard."

Regarding home visits, he not only went to the home of Sawada Tsunayoshi, but also to the homes of all the students with unsatisfactory grades, including Takeshi Yamamoto.

Therefore, the overall performance of the first class has been greatly improved.Although his task target is only Tsunayoshi Sawada, since he has assumed the position of head teacher, he needs to fulfill his duties well.

Regarding Sawada Tsunayoshi, his English is now barely reaching the average score of the class, which is a good sign.But at the same time, the partiality is also obvious.And thankfully, he passed every subject.

This is obviously not the end, but a new beginning.This hard-working young man will definitely become better and better, blooming more and more dazzling fire and light.

......

During the lunch break, Takeshi Yamamoto walked to the seat of Tsunayoshi Sawada.

"That's amazing! Gang!"

This cheerful young man met Tsunakichi Sawada's slightly puzzled eyes, and warmly stretched out his arms to wrap his arms around the other's shoulders, "I saw your grade ranking in the morning, it's amazing!"

"Huh...huh?!"

Takeshi Yamamoto's eyes were full of sincere admiration, and this sudden closeness made Sawada Tsunayoshi a little at a loss—he was at a loss in the face of the sudden kindness of his classmates.

"What a big improvement, you guy!" It's so funny!

It was precisely because he knew what kind of person the other party was that he was surprised by such an unexpected result.

At the same time, this smart guy also saw through the reasons for the boy's change.

"Sure enough, Mr. Aihara's class is very interesting, isn't it!"

"Ah...yes...yes!"

Just like that, without knowing why or when, Takeshi Yamamoto broke into Tsunayoshi Sawada's campus life.

They greet each other naturally in the morning, take the initiative to say goodbye after school, are occasionally drawn into conversations between classes, and are even asked if they want to have lunch together at noon.

"Ah...this person's character..." The young man looked at the person who was smiling heartily, and felt a very strange feeling in his heart.

Only after getting along with him did he realize that this baseball star is an overly smart guy, as if he would never cross the line that makes others feel unpleasant.And... a bit self-willed--I only do things if I feel interesting, and I will do things as long as I feel interesting.

It was as if he was suddenly willing to study seriously, as if he was suddenly talking to him during class, and he acted like a friend on his own.

Yes, friends - this is a new word for Tsunayoshi Sawada.However, every word and deed of this black-haired guy clearly expresses a fact.

The dark-haired guy smiled brightly, "We are friends, Gang!"

It's a friend...

What is the emotion that is surging in the bottom of my heart?There is temperature, like fire, but it will not be burned.Warm, will make people can't help but feel happy.

Sawada Tsunayoshi, 13 years old, Kunisei - has a friend.

Got my first friend.

......

The campus time of youth is a stormy sea hidden under the calm sea, and the delicate and sensitive minds of teenagers and girls will always unconsciously magnify all their emotions.Happiness, embarrassment, sourness, loss... All kinds of emotions are gathered together to form the poetry of youth.

It was originally like this-study, exams, and high school exams.

Continue to study, continue to take exams, and go to college.

Rich emotions intertwined with these rigid things, each dyed with many colors-it was originally like this.

But in the spring of the second year, fate made a joke for Sawada Tsunayoshi, a joke that changed his life.

Italy

The little baby in a black suit walked out of the headquarters with a stack of documents.

"Sawada Tsunayoshi...that man's son."

At the same time, he is also the candidate for the tenth generation leader of the Italian Mafia Vongola.