That nanny, rotten!

by his side.It’s just that the small plane in the first year of junior high school is too young, and I didn’t attract my attention at all. I just asked a casual question, and then I found out that you and Genichiro Sanada were in the same class for two years in a certain [Tango Dance Classroom] in Kanagawa..."

ah!Yes, after all, it was already half a year ago, and it was rough to look at it at the time, but after such a reminder, I also remembered that in the diary archived by Kumiko’s computer, there was indeed a mention of [Dancing Classroom] Son... Is it true that people can't be judged by their appearance?It's completely unbelievable that such a little girl like Kumiko is so persistent: it's nothing more than going to the Japanese room to peek at Sanada practicing calligraphy every day, but she even chases after her to dance classes!

2 years, counting, until half a year before I time travel, she has been learning tango, she can be called a veteran... That's why Atobe thinks that with Kumiko's experience, there is no need for special practice ——That's right, who would have thought that I am not the original Kumiko at all!

"..." Bad, bad, it's going to be bad, if it goes on like this, it will definitely be exposed, "...That, that, because of, because of poor health, even though I went to class, I watched a lot and practiced less... eh , and I haven't contacted him for almost a whole year, and I have almost forgotten about it..."

"Stupid little plane, you are playing amnesia on such a critical occasion, sir, it is very difficult for me ~ let's go, it's time to play!"

"No, don't! I'm not going!!—Ah, ah?! Eh?! Let me down!! AHOBE!!!" Obviously this trick of cheating doesn't work for men other than my curly-haired dumb, and Obviously, I was desperately hugging an iron pipe of unknown purpose on the deck, but Atobe picked it up easily like a bunny, and carried it on my shoulder. No matter how I struggled, punched and kicked, he would It doesn't seem to hurt or itch - it can be seen that there is indeed a world of difference between the strength of women and men.

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Anyone who has a little contact with the national standard generally knows that the dance style of tango is basically divided into two types: one is the agile and light type, and the other is the military marching type.The student president group of Saxon Academy chose the former in the performance just now: graceful like a cat, silent, walking like the autumn wind sweeping the fallen leaves, but the places they pass are windy and sandy, and the fallen leaves are scattered; fixed-point movements, very Sharper and more flexible than usual, lingering with a romantic spirit, and less murderous.

Undoubtedly, our group, as representatives of Japan, will adopt a military marching style with a dance style full of Bushido spirit: the marching is performed with heavy and big movements, and the beating of gongs and drums is very lively; the fixed-point movements are like bombs blooming, bursting out Incomparably powerful, domineering with a bloody smell of pus—well, [Pseudo-Kikipedia], that's what it said... No!Now is not the time to talk about war on paper, Hun Dan! ... Who the hell said that self-deception like "just treat the audience like pumpkins" can overcome nervousness?

At this moment, standing in the center of the dance floor in a fixed-point pose, waiting for the music to sound, I was so tense that I almost passed out. Even though the surroundings were dark at the moment, I could still clearly feel the voice coming from Misaki Shiratori. The mocking and haughty gaze is just like the bald-headed suspect in black tights who appeared most frequently in "Detective Conan", baring his dark white teeth at me in the dark, and laughing wildly and coldly...

"Jiang?" It's over, I'm so nervous that I'm hallucinating?

The violin is sharp but not harsh, and the cadence is restrained but able to play a lazy and humorous melody. Even a layman like me knows that this is in countless movies (well, to be honest, Mo Yu I just because of the nympho Alpa Uncle Sino's "Scent of a Woman" will be so fresh in my memory), the first choice of dance music for tango scenes, "PorUnaCabeza"-composed by Carlos Gadal, the uncrowned king of Argentine tango...

""One Step Away"" Oh my god, it's really the voice of the black-faced god, coming from...my Bluetooth headset, so to speak, because of Atobe's sudden appearance, it seems that I really forgot to hang up the phone just now, "Relax, Irie, the mind may forget the dance steps, but the body won't."

Rigid and soft melody, full of strong and gorgeous retro style, slightly sentimental but a little strange and provocative, under the guidance of whispers in the ear, stepping on noble steps, with an attitude of disdain for everything, eager to greet the dance partner Refused, entangled in it, with the slightly soothing accompaniment of the organ, showing a comfortable and comfortable style; Rotating, the tacit rhythm of the two is like the counterpoint harmony of violin and harmonica, inconsistent and patchwork, at the moment when the emotions of the audience are pushed to the peak, they suddenly slow down, return to the first tune, and finally finish , debut.

At the end of the song, the melody in my mind is lingering as if it is rooted, and it is like a dance that cannot be enjoyed to the fullest. Applause, I just came back to my senses like a dream: it was a long dreamland of intertwined rotation, close contact but inseparable, those dance steps seemed to be imprinted in my body, all I needed was to follow my instinct and let them bloom , just like flowing water, deduces a noble, elegant and seductive and sentimental exquisite dance music, which cannot be more perfect - except that when I opened my eyes, I found out that my dancing partner was the queen, not the emperor, and at the same time, the "beep beep" came from the headset Beep..." The signal also clearly told me that the person on the other end of the phone really hung up this time, before I had time to thank him.

Although I'm not a devout believer, I couldn't agree more with God's saying "When the enemy hits your left cheek, you should serve your right cheek"—of course, the premise is that I stand in [ When the enemy is in position.Just like this moment:

Misaki Shiratori, who held a grudge against my merciless public humiliation for my old-fashioned Japanese expressions, was full of expectations to see me make a fool of myself, so she chose a golden VIP position with a great view, but in the end she could only do it for the sake of maintaining the eldest lady's dignity. She had to wear a gritted toothless grin, unwilling to applaud me, a "little slut" who pretended to be a pig and eat a tiger, and her fiancé's stunning close-fitting dance...

Keiko said, "You are not a fish, you know the joy of fish"... What, you ask me, who is Keiko?It is the good friend who traveled with Zhuangzi on Haoliang... But this is not the point. The important thing is that you are not Mo Yu and me, so you can't experience: the pleasure of giving someone a slap in the face, It's much higher than actually doing it—at least, you don't have to be bound by Newton's third law (commonly known as [the law of action and reaction]), and you don't dare to slap too hard.

Anyway, Round2, K.Oagain!

Take me away

August 8th, Water Day (Wednesday), whether it starts from the good wishes of the Chinese people [Baba Dafa], or in terms of the completion of the course part of the sister school study trip, or even the calm The sunny weather, in my opinion, is an out-and-out good day, until I struggled to gnaw on the dry toast that my brother stuffed in when I found it out of my schoolbag, and I paired it with the tasteless N brand instant Coffee, turn the TV in the room to NHK, the only Japanese channel you can watch (you ask why there is no CCAV? It must be Xu Fei’s setting!), and then click on the Nikkei News Network on the phone...

"Pfft——" I have to admit that a whole mouthful of breakfast filth is really indecent, but it just rightly shows my shock index that is completely broken at this moment, "A strong alliance across the century!"The son of the most well-funded consortium & the largest German-Japanese industrialist, Shiratori, the chairman of the board, fell in love at first sight overseas, and the engagement is imminent? ’——Such eye-catching headlines came overwhelmingly, occupying the headlines of the economic pages and even the front pages of major media, so that it took me a long time to calm down before I could barely read the text: 『According to reliable sources Sources pointed out that the date of the engagement banquet is very likely to be set on the nearest auspicious day, 8.11... 』[-], August [-]th!Isn't that the day after we returned from Germany?Oops, oops, that Miss Shiratori is playing for real this time!

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If until yesterday, I said something like [how could Narcissus’s face be as smelly as that Sanada’s], then now, I absolutely, 120%, want to take them all back, the blackened Atobu has Not at all inferior to the terrifying low pressure of the Great Demon King Yukimura.

"Ah... ah, Atobe-senpai, I'm sorry!!!" I almost immediately thought about the thoughtless behavior of catching up with Atobe and squeezing into the taxi he stopped I regret it, it's so strange to sit side by side like this and never say a word.

"Why are you apologizing?"

"...Because, you see, if I hadn't been too high-profile and offended that Miss Shiratori, I wouldn't have..." I knew all this was coming