I'm Fujitsu

Chapter 11

He Qing, who had a pick-up car, naturally wouldn't let the driver just take him to the door. He went to a hypermarket on the way, bought all the necessities at once, and then returned to the temporarily rented place.

The location of this house is very good, not far from some of the purchasing markets. He Qing has observed it specially. This is also the route of the school bus. As long as the timing is accurate, you don't have to worry about being late for class.

After tidying up all the things that should be put away, he changed into his home clothes and went to the study to carefully read the authorization letter given to him by the Ministry of History.

The people of the big family are reliable in their work. After checking for a long time and not finding any mistakes, He Qing put these papers into a small box with a lock, and then put it in a hidden place.

The Internet in this world is also very developed. In fact, He Qing was lucky at the beginning. He entered his father's name on the search engine, and all the news on it were the news of a person with the same name in X month X day, and he found nothing. A clue to who he was looking for.

He unbelievingly entered the names of some discordant leaders, either displaying some irrelevant news or irrelevant webpages, so he finally resigned to his fate.

Now that He Qing went online to find the miracle in his heart, he started to check the differences in this place.

To open a piece of news, a successful person who is not in business or officialdom is a tennis champion, and even a tennis match in a few middle schools can occupy the headlines of the sports page for several days...

Could it be that this is the parallel space where writers flirt in reality?

He Qing thought hard to no avail, and felt amused by the conclusion she had drawn, so she simply turned off the computer, watched the news for a while, and then went to sleep.

In the new semester, everyone is familiar with people. It is different from the examination system in He Qing’s original place. Here, there are also examinations for higher grades, but there is no elimination. It only depends on a person’s ability level, so even if it is the third grade, students They are not under a lot of pressure.

He Qing arrived on the school bus at the right time this time, and yesterday's early departure did not attract the attention of his classmates. In fact, except for his deskmate Masaharu Nioh, everyone else was very concerned about He Qing's blatant skipping of class. With one eye closed.

The teachers in the class changed as soon as the school started. Except for the head teacher who could call out the name of a classmate, the rest of the teachers had to ask questions through the roster. His name has not yet been recorded on the roster.

The competition in the tennis department is not very intense now, it is just a regional competition. Although the school has relaxed the time for the main election of the tennis department, it does not mean that they do not have classes to train all day long. They need to have classes in the morning and have selective training in the afternoon.

The so-called selectivity means whether there are any important classes in the afternoon.

If you don’t learn Chinese, you can make up a few lessons, but you can’t make up English and mathematics. If you miss a lesson, it’s difficult to make up for it. Therefore, when some team members have these two homework, they have to sit in the classroom, while others are in the classroom. Tennis practice.

"Deputy Minister, you are actually eating lunch in the cafeteria..." Kirihara was surprised.

At noon, the Tennis Club chooses to get together to eat. Except for those who are very close to home, the rest of the students will have lunch at school. Those who have the conditions usually bring their own carefully prepared bento at home instead of choosing to eat at school. The big pot of rice, and He Qing obviously belongs to the kind of unconditional...

He Qing seldom touched Japanese food before, and felt that it was quite fresh in his mouth for a while, so he didn't care about the taste. When interrupted by Kirihara, he really found that the food in his food box was too different from others.

It’s not that the food in the cafeteria must be unpalatable, but it must not be good for people with high requirements. Just look at the sushi in Yukimura’s bento. The small crystal rice grains are filled with pink and tender shrimps. It’s delicious at first glance. The chewiness is obviously different from the pile of cucumbers and a small amount of ham wrapped in rice in He Qing's lunch box...

"Everyone knows that I am from Tokyo. Naturally, I live alone when I come to school here, so I can only eat in the cafeteria." He Qing explained, swallowing the chicken leg meat in his mouth.

"Zhou Zhu lives alone in Kanagawa, this is a statistic."

Liu Lian Er took out a notebook from nowhere, took out a pen and scribbled down a few words, then put these two things away again.

He kept his eyes closed all the time. Since He Qing first saw him, he never opened them. I don't know if it was like this in class. He is a strange boy.

The way he records is very similar to the Gan Zhenzhi he has seen. It seems that they are the same type of tennis, playing tennis with data.

Naturally, He Qing would not be so stupid as to ask him whether you can see the cars on the road with your eyes closed, just like he never asked how Nioh Masaharu imitated Yagyu so much that even his face was exactly the same.

But he was secretly curious in his heart, he would not say it out, he would just observe them secretly, until he saw a game video in the afternoon.

Everyone didn't have any important classes today, the main candidates plus Kirihara, exactly nine people, came to the exclusive lounge of the tennis club main selection, Yukimura Seichi smiled and took out a USB memory and put it on the case , The screen immediately showed what Yukimura was doing.

This is a game, a tennis match, a tug-of-war, both sides look very tired, sweat dripping down for free, really dripping.

Although Yukimura was still smiling at this time, his whole body was obviously more serious, and the corners of his mouth were only slightly raised. Seeing that everyone was staring at the screen, he was wearing a yellow team uniform jacket, arms crossed, and began to explain the game unfolding on the screen. .

"Kuranosuke Shiraishi seems to have a slight advantage on the screen. Everyone must know him. The holy book of tennis at Shitenbao Temple is also the leader of a book, and its strength is very strong."

"When Fujiki-kun from the student union went to visit friends at Sitianbao Temple on the weekend a few days ago, he saw this scene, took a picture with his mobile phone, and brought it to me when he came back."

"The person on the opposite side should be their first-year freshman. You must have seen the strength. There will be more dark horses in this year's competition. You should not be careless. Lihai has three consecutive championships, and there is no dead end!"

Xingmura's move was to warn the staff not to be careless, but it unexpectedly made He Qing feel bad all of a sudden.

He Qing considers herself to be an outstanding young entrepreneur who grew up in a peaceful age, and her three views have always been upright. She has no idea of ​​revenge against the society, nor does she want to emigrate to foreign countries with her family.

But in the video, why did the ground tremble three times after a small tennis ball was hit? Is this really a tennis ball and not a nuclear bomb?

At this moment, He Qing finally faced up to this world, and acquiesced to the strange rules of this world.

It turns out that everyone is normal, except me...

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This article is also called

#A normal person's history of self-hypnosis#

#Don't underestimate a ball#

#In the days when nuclear bombs are flying all over the sky#

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