The Most Beautiful Boy In Tokyo Chapter 10

Toda Art is the main school of Tokyo University of the Arts. Its predecessors were the Tokyo School of Fine Arts and the Tokyo Music School founded in the 1890s. It was not until the 1950s that Okakura Tenshin, the principal, discovered the term 'liberalsarts' in medieval English classics. , and translated it as 'the new fusion of science and art in the old world', and then merged this music school and art school with a slap of the head, collectively called the new Tokyo University of the Arts.

Dongda Art was born.

The headquarters of Tokyo Art School is located in Ueno Park, Taito District, Tokyo. It is full of red maple leaves in autumn, and cherry blossoms are in full bloom in March.

Almost every year, a considerable number of social artists are born from it, and they continuously provide artistic and cultural guarantees for all walks of life in Japan.

But Dongda Art also failed to cultivate writers.

Every time when the National Assembly is held, Dongda Art also follows Tokyo Imperial University, Hokkaido University, and Kyoto University, and the whole people will be yin and yang together with all the people - why can't all Japan produce a novel that is so powerful, and how can such a high artistic quality be achieved? A few national-level literary works have come out, and you are doing **** with our taxes, hurry up and change people, bastard!

Purely every year, the corpse is whipped.

Later, the art of Dongda University was scolded and hurt, and I couldn't do it anymore. I am a university that cultivates artistic talents. What is it that you make me create a writer every day? Blame the two **** Waseda and Keio Private School for not being able to cultivate any literary genius for such a high fee! He also said that he plans to set up a new personal human science research department this year, first go to the zoo to understand the gorilla research and then come back!

Therefore, in order to ensure the quality of incoming students, Dongda Art University changed the admissions of the unified entrance examination in previous years to the selection of its own system. It is like a mother tree that covers the sky and the green branches spread in Kyoto, Japan. The city, Aichi Prefecture, Kanazawa, including all jurisdictions in Okinawa Prefecture, set up independent campuses to train elementary, middle and high school art education.

Those talented boys and girls who have been discovered since childhood will go all the way smoothly, along the special branch of junior high school and high school, until they enter the palace at the end like a prince and princess.

The Todai Art Elementary School in Narita District, Tokyo is a link in this art education system. It is divided into a general education area and an art one-way education area. The hierarchy system is extremely strict. When you get there, it will definitely be arranged for you.

Regarding the 'student grading system' that the Japanese education community condemns every day, Dongda Art has always ignored it, and when it is scolded in a hurry, it will be mad at the media: "I just grade students, what do you think of me, you guys. Help the waste educators, first cultivate a few literary giants, and then wrestle with Lao Tzu! Baga Baga!"

Therefore, those who like the art of Dongda will think that there is an art paradise, while the geniuses of science who do not like Dongda will think that those people are a bunch of second-rate idiots who do nothing and make mysteries, and they will spit when they walk by.

The car stopped at the entrance of the huge campus in Narita District, leaning against the street, with vertical trees standing, looking solemn and old-fashioned, and the classical and bustling atmosphere emanated from the grand and grand main building.

"Children, we're at school." Miyamoto Yukiko said excitedly.

Yu Xian Zhisheng nodded.

He is not looking forward to the life of the new school, and changing school life is nothing new to him. Anyway, when he is in class, he looks up at the sky, and the sky is the same no matter where he goes.

Today is the school song swearing-in day once a month. The school gate is full of traffic, and all kinds of luxury cars are rushing into the school. This is the best time for parents to show off their family background and children.

Miyamoto Yukiko's Nissan 240SX was quickly compared, probably because he was tired of seeing luxury cars, and the guards at the door widened their horizons. past!"

In front is a Lamborghini jalpa, with an old iron-white color scheme and a metal coating like Gundam. It is unparalleled on the dark ground. On the co-pilot sits an ancient and modern little girl with her feet on the ground. Under the car window, I was attentively playing the second-generation GAMEBOY machine that just came out this year.

It is rude to say that as long as there is this GAMEBOY, she is the common **** in the hearts of all the boys in the school.

After waiting for not long, Miyamoto Yukiko parked the car, Yu Xian Zhisheng opened the car door and got out of the car, parked in a Lamborghini not far from the opposite side, the little girl also got out of the car, she was still focused Playing "Super Mario", regardless of whether there are obstacles in front of her, the driver driving for her was a samurai wearing black crow feathers, with long hair hanging down from his waist, and a simple black knife stuck in his waist. He definitely doesn't look like a guy to mess with.

The little girl lowered her head to play the game, while the samurai was pulling in front. As long as she saw the soles of his black shoes, the little girl would not fall into the sewer or hit the wall.

The samurai's eyes noticed this, and he was stunned for a while, and there was some surprise in his voice looking at Miyamoto Yukiko: "Miyamoto family?"

Miyamoto Yukiko stopped and looked at the family crest on the opponent's black knife: "The Yuan family."

There is no deep hatred between the Miyamoto family and the Yuan family. In fact, the old man Masao Miyamoto has helped the elders of the Yuan family to fight together in group fights. He is a childhood playmate.

"I'm here to send Miss Kuroki Hitomi to school." The samurai stopped, the little girl slammed into his back, raised her face, glanced at him resentfully, and refocused on the game.

"Me too." Miyamoto Yukiko smiled and waved.

"Miss Kuroki Hitomi, please put your hands together and say hello to Miyamoto Yukiko." The samurai persuaded that the Yuan family not only asked him to protect the young lady, but also taught him the etiquette that has been passed down in the Yuan family since ancient times.

"I don't want to." The little girl simply refused.

"Is this your child?" The samurai looked at Yu Xianzhi next to her, looking very surprised. If the Miyamoto family had a successor, no matter what, the Yuan family would give a big gift. This is to Miyamoto Masao remembrance, and congratulations.

"You're too polite." Miyamoto Yukiko obviously did not agree with the cumbersome rules and etiquette of the samurai. She didn't answer the samurai's curiosity about Yu Xian Zhisheng. She didn't want the young child to interfere with the Yuan family's affairs. middle.

Yu Xian Zhisheng leaned over to Kuroki Hitomi and looked at the game console in her hand. This is really the nature of men, no matter their age or status.

Heimu Tong didn't lift his head, exhaled like a blue: "Go away."

Before she finished speaking, her Mario died on the turtle's shell.

Chapter end