Daily life in Zongman

"I'm going back now. Remember not to use those homemade ointments anymore. If you have any troubles in the future, you can come to me. Goodbye, Teacher Juchuan."

Marikawa Shizuka's face was full of joy and satisfaction: "Well, I will listen to Fujiwara-chan and won't use that ointment anymore. Goodbye, Fujiwara-chan. If you get hurt, remember to come find the teacher~"

After saying goodbye again, he walked out of the health room.

After Fujiwara Haru left, Marikawa Shizuka sat back in the chair in front of her desk, opened her notebook, saw the prompts she had made, and remembered what she was going to ask just now.

Are there shared memories of another apocalyptic world? Is that memory real?

There are two memories in Shizuka Marikawa's mind, and these two memories are very similar. They are about family members who died young, about distant relatives with whom she has bad relationships, and about past events with good friends. They basically match.

The only difference is the background. One is a memory of a zombie apocalypse, and the other is a memory of peace.

The similar yet somewhat different memories troubled the already not-so-intelligent Marikawa Shizuka, prompting her to compare and record them. I had just seen Fujiwara Haru and wanted to ask him about it; no matter which memory he was in, he had always been the most reliable person.

And then I forgot about it.

As a somewhat single-minded person, Shizuka Marikawa forgot everything she wanted to ask after pouring the tea.

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When Fujiwara Haru returned to the classroom, the Chinese teacher who was teaching the class came out. She had a long, pink hair that flowed down her back. She was short, about 1.5 meters tall, about the same height as Ai-chan, but not even reaching his chest.

I remember that the Chinese language class was not taught by this teacher before, but by another middle-aged aunt who looked a bit gloomy. It seems that there were some changes when the world was integrated.

"Fujiwara-kun~"

The teacher, who had no memory of him, noticed Fujiwara Haru's return and waved, "You were away for half the class. Did you take care of things?"

She didn't ask what to do, but whether it was handled.

"solved."

Just a simple reply.

"That's good~ The teacher talked about this class..."

The pink-haired teacher tilted her head back and quietly summarized the follow-up content of the class to prevent Fujiwara Haru from falling behind because she didn't hear it.

Looking at the serious petite teacher in front of me, I squatted down and listened patiently until she finished speaking.

"Is there anything you don't understand, Fujiwara-kun?"

"I understand everything. I've reviewed it before."

"That's good. If you have any difficulties with your studies, Fujiwara-kun, you can always come to me, your teacher~"

"Well, goodbye teacher."

"Goodbye~"

The pink-haired teacher was very happy and returned to the office with the lesson plan.

Fujiwara Haruya returned to the classroom. When he entered, he heard his classmates discussing something.

Third-year senior Dokujima will once again lead the Kendo Club in this summer's National Jade Dragon Flag Tournament. Last year, she won the women's championship. With her purple hair and lightning-fast blade, she's nicknamed the Lightning Queen.

When hearing the news, Fujiwara Haru had only one thought: How did Tima merge the worlds? Why are all these things he has no memory of?

Busujima-senpai should be referring to Busujima Saeko.

Recalling the situation, he remembered that last year's women's champion wasn't Busujima Saeko, but another lesser competitor. In terms of strength, Busujima Saeko was definitely superior. Furthermore, that champion was eventually exposed for match-fixing, which was quite unfortunate.

The bell rang and the class began.

After school today, let’s go to the Kendo Club.

Chapter 314 Saeko’s new hobby.

At noon, while having lunch with Futaba and Naoko, he received a text message from Sister Xuesha, saying that the family had reached an agreement with the Muling Group and that they would give him hundreds of billions of assets as a thank you. However, if he could meet with them, they would give him an additional ten billion yen in meeting fees.

The former's 100 billion yen in assets was more of a life-saving payment than a thank-you fee. For the Muling Group, one of the four largest conglomerates, with assets estimated at hundreds of trillions, this was a minor loss, but not a significant loss at all.

The actual person in charge of the Muling Group showed sufficient sincerity and was not prepared to just deal with it casually just because he had been rescued.

As for the 10 billion yen they paid for the meeting, it reminded Fujiwara Haru of something.

Buffett's lunch was auctioned for 456 million US dollars in early June this year, which is equivalent to million Japanese yen at the exchange rate. In comparison, I didn't expect that I am now a much more powerful person than Buffett.

This was the first time he realized that with his fifth-level strength, his status in the world already made him one of the top people.

Fujiwara Haru pondered this and guessed that besides a meeting, the Muling Group might have other requests. Perhaps they wanted to get their contact information so they could ask for help later, or perhaps they wanted to establish a connection and win them over after getting to know them better.

Anyway, if you take this money, your identity will be exposed and you will be subject to all kinds of harassment. Your daily life may not be as peaceful as it is now. It is not something that can be easily taken.

So I typed a message to Sister Xuesha and declined the request to meet her.

I received a reply shortly afterwards.

Sister Xuesha: [Recently, while chatting with Yukiyo, I learned that Fujiwara-kun has taken over an amusement park and is currently finalizing the terms of a gambling agreement. Determined not to let Fujiwara-kun get ripped off, I did some research and confirmed that the amusement park is likely a good deal, but there's still some outstanding debt. Is Fujiwara-kun planning to use the assets provided by the Murasaki Group to directly repay the debt?]

Yuki Kayo was the snow-woman Fujiwara Haru had recruited from the snow-woman clan to treat Princess Latifa's eye disease. Following the diagnosis, she was scheduled to visit the amusement park daily for treatment. As her condition improved, she would visit once a week until she was fully recovered.

The entire treatment process will take a long time. During the treatment, Princess Latifah's eyes will be covered with a white ribbon that has been solidified with a warming spell for protection and warming.

I was quite happy to hear that Sister Xuesha could help finalize the contract, and typed a reply: [It would be great if Sister Xuesha could help with it, but this money shouldn't be enough, it's still a long way off, right?]

While not as famous and large as Disneyland, Ganjo Brilliant Amusement Park was once a large amusement park. It signed a five-year bet with Ganjo Planning, during which time it received a billion US dollars in funding, equivalent to approximately 100 billion yen, which allowed it to survive. This money must be repaid; they couldn't claim they wouldn't repay it just because they were planning to build an amusement park.

Sister Xuesha: [Yes, we're still short of 20 billion, but don't worry, leave it to the family. We'll take care of it. Fujiwara-kun doesn't have to pay any extra money.]

After thinking for a while, he typed a reply: [Thank you for your help, Sister Xuesha. I also need your help with something. I have some gold ingots here and I need your help in preserving them and selling some of them.]

Fujiwara Haru was not used to owing favors to others, so after thinking about it, he decided to repay them with gold ingots.

If it was just a few gold ingots, it was like asking for favors, but if it was hundreds of tons of gold ingots, it was a favor.

You have to know that Japan's total gold reserves are only 700 tons, and his 100 tons of gold, even without having to be used, is enough for the Snow Woman Clan to use for many things just by its existence.

I chatted with Sister Xuesha for a while, put away my phone, finished my meal, and drank a glass of watermelon juice happily.

Glass walked over, cleaned up the lunch box, chopsticks and table, and then sorted them into the bag.

We sat together in Futaba's laboratory for a while, returned to the classroom to rest for a while, and then started the afternoon class until school was over.

I walked towards the Kendo Club with Nazori and found it much busier than before. There were many students I had never seen before at school. They were practicing Kendo one-on-one with each other. I thought they must be the same people who joined when the worlds merged, just like Sensei Marikawa Shizuka.

After taking a quick look around, I noticed a kendo girl sitting in a corner of the venue. There was no space around her and no one dared to approach her.

A young woman in a kendo uniform sat with her eyes closed, a slender bamboo sword resting across her legs. A long, flowing purple ponytail swirled across the floor. Her posture was upright and dignified, a touch of solemnity that stood out from the boisterous crowd in the distance.

Thinking of not disturbing her, I walked over and sat at a distance, took out my phone to play with it, and replied to the group message of the handicraft club.

After waiting for about ten minutes, I found that Busujima Saeko opened her eyes.

I walked over and said hello: "Good afternoon, Saeko-senpai."

Busujima Saeko glanced at the seat where Fujiwara Haru had just stood up and said gently, "Haru-kun, there was no need to wait. You could have called me directly just now."

"I thought it would be better if I didn't bother you."

"If it's Haru-kun, there's no such thing as 'disturbing'. I'm always here for you. As your subordinate and lover, you can always come to me, whether it's an errand or a desire."

"Wait, the identity of lover is a little bit wrong."

"But we are neither friends nor lovers. Besides, I don't think the identity of lover is bad. You won't look down on me because of this identity, right?"

"That's certainly not the case, but regardless, the identity of lover feels a bit strange."

"Since Haru-kun finds this identity strange, then our relationship is just ~fuck-buddies~"

Busujima Saeko gave a slightly teasing smile.

"Can't we just be friends with a slightly dysfunctional relationship?"

"Of course, though."

Busujima Saeko said this, moving closer and whispering in her ear: "I think being a lover is not bad. At least, Haru-kun can be more indulgent with me and not worry too much about my status, right?"

The familiar scent of lilacs grew stronger as she approached.

The dignified and heroic kendo girl, the classically elegant Yamato Nadeshiko, and Busujima-senpai who is admired by many students, all showed their seductive and charming side at this moment, which surprised people as well as made them feel happy and comfortable.

"I didn't expect Saeko-senpai to have this side of me."

"Women are very good at disguising themselves. They have many faces. But don't worry, I will gradually reveal my true face to you."

"So there's a slightly more serious side to it."

"Haru-kun, do you want to talk business now?"

"It's nothing serious. I just came to the Kendo Club this time. Besides confirming that Busujima-senpai is Saeko-senpai, I also wanted to add Saeko-senpai on Line. I feel like if we keep talking, we might forget about it."

"Of course, but there's one thing I don't know if Qingjun remembers."

Busujima Saeko took out her phone and said, "When I first entered school in the first grade, I was constantly being harassed. At that time, I said something to someone. If you want my contact information, you need to defeat me first. And now I'm in the third grade, and my address book still only has my father."

"Ah, so now we're going to spar?"

"No need."

Busujima Saeko turned on her phone and asked softly, "Haru-kun, can you give me your contact information?"

Added as a friend.

They chatted for a while and introduced each other to each other.

As the sun was setting and we were about to go home, Saeko asked me to do so.

"Qingjun, can you spar with me?"

Busujima Saeko stroked the bamboo sword on her leg. "As far as I can remember, you once won the national championship in the Kendo tournament, and I also won the women's championship. I want to clearly know the gap between us, okay?"

"can."

It was just a small request, so there was no need to hesitate, so I agreed immediately. At the same time, I thought that she would participate in the Jade Dragon Flag Competition later, and now I could give her some guidance and help when we sparred.

Busujima Saeko raised her hand and called the vice-chairman of the Kendo Club to clear the venue.

People gathered at the edge of the venue, occasionally speaking to each other, which was unusually clear in the quiet gym, causing them to quickly stop talking and keep quiet.

Fujiwara Haru arrived at the edge of the field, selected a standard bamboo sword, and began donning his ill-fitting protective gear. He didn't really need to, but since this was a kendo sparring match, he should follow the rules. Not wearing protective gear seemed disrespectful and not a good sign.

The two neatly dressed men walked to the center of the venue.

Neither of them said much, they just saluted according to the procedure, then started testing, attacking, scoring, and ending.

It was plain and simple, without too much sword flashing or sword shadows, just a simple bamboo sword fight, and then defeating the enemy with one blow.

Three minutes later, Fujiwara Haru walked to the edge of the field, put his bamboo sword back, and began to remove his armor. Busujima Saeko also removed her armor on the other side, her face flushed and her breathing slightly rapid.

After the two left, the Kendo Club's venue began to become noisy again.

"As expected of Fujiwara-dono, his sword strikes are clean and crisp, and his timing is impeccable. I used to think he wasn't participating in the National Kendo Tournament because of some hidden illness, but now it seems he may have simply climbed the highest mountain and lost the desire to climb again."

"The Queen of Thunder... Busujima-senpai... was defeated by my junior. This kind of thing, this kind of thing is unacceptable! I must be dreaming..."

This is a third-year senior. He has been a staunch fan of Busujima Saeko since his first year and is deeply shocked at this moment.

"It can't be helped. Whether it's technique or strength, it's clear that Fujiwara-dono is superior. In fact, I think he's letting himself go. I've seen videos of his matches before, and he possesses strength that can deform an opponent's armor. Just now, I saw his sword, and it was clearly a bit light. This isn't just because he's not holding it properly, but also because he's not using enough strength."

The people who were practicing against each other just now started practicing against each other again, while the others were still discussing the previous competition, and the noise was even louder than before.

He returned to Busujima Saeko, who was sitting at the edge of the field, and asked, "Did Saeko-senpai gain anything?"

Busujima Saeko, who had closed her eyes to savor the memory, opened them again: "No, absolutely not."

"Not that much."

"Well, even girls who never lie will occasionally lie if it's to get more time with the guy they like."

"Okay, then I'll come over tomorrow to spar with Saeko-senpai."

"That's great news. Saeko will be waiting for you here~"

"Then I'll go home first. See you tomorrow, Saeko-senpai."

"See you tomorrow, Haru-kun~"

After watching Fujiwara Haru leave, Busujima Saeko got up and went to the locker room.

There was no one here at the moment. After closing the door, she undressed and took off her kendo uniform.

Looking at her slightly dark purple underwear, her face turned a little red after confirming it clearly.

She didn't know why, but at the moment of defeat, the moment of being struck, she felt a surge of joy. It was the same magnitude as when she'd vented her violence, no, it was infinitely greater. So much so that she could only sit and watch, unable to stand up to see him off, and now she hurried to the locker room to check on the situation.