Tokyo Wingman King

After class, Principal Sakon revealed to everyone that after discussions between the school management, the student union team, and the teaching staff, the school will officially announce next week:

Mr. Shinichiro Kondo's ethics class has been included in the first batch of KKIS teaching reform pilot projects. In the future, KKIS will urge teachers to innovate teaching content in daily compulsory courses to provide everyone with higher quality and better experience courses.

The heads of the liberal arts groups at the scene exchanged glances.

None of them expected that in the morning, they were rookie teachers who were expected to make a fortune at any time in the eyes of most people, but in the afternoon, they turned into KKIS education stars promoted by the principal and the student union.

Is this the strength of having the Kujo family as a backer?

But, you could all be wage thieves together, so why did you, a privileged class, take the lead like that pine branch?
Inside and outside the classroom, students from Classes 6, 7, 8 and 10 of Year had a heated discussion.

If we compare the KKIS teachers' classrooms to world cities, 99% of the school's classrooms are barren places such as the West African jungles, Middle Eastern ruins, and Southeast Asian fishing villages. Kondo Shinichiro's classroom is the exciting and fun Las Vegas disguised as the ancient city of Athens.

Without exception, they affirmed the magic of Kondo's ethics class.

Even when it comes to the history of philosophy, which is even more boring than his father's serious face, Kondo can still tell it in some new ways like the beautiful Ahegao and firmly grasp their attention.

More importantly, when they remember some knowledge, their brains respond with an unprecedented amount of pleasure, which makes many people who think they are not good at learning re-examine themselves - it turns out that it was their previous stupid teachers who delayed their genius?
They also heard Kondo Shinichiro say that he would upload all the teaching content of the ethics class to the school's online course system as much as possible, and everyone could study online, but his normal classes would only allow 10 auditors from non-classroom classes to enter. Each auditor would need to pay an admission fee of 500 yen to the student union and only be able to enter the class after obtaining a voucher.

His free elective course "The Art of Control and Counter-Control" will also be open for registration in the school's official website course registration system next Monday, and will officially start next Wednesday. There are less than 40 registration spots left.

Another elective course, "The War of Thrones," will be offered irregularly. The registration fee is 5000 million yen, and there are 6 places available. Registration must be done in his office. In addition, Kondo also said that he will conduct a large-scale experiment every two weeks, and the final winner of the experiment will be eligible to attend the "The War of Thrones" class for free.

There is no doubt about the 5000 million bet between Sawano and Kondo. In fact, this was the first free lecture spot given out by Shinichiro Kondo.

The people of the Kujo family are indeed extraordinary
The students could no longer treat this lame teacher who looked so gloomy that he looked like squid ink was about to be squeezed out as a small character that could be manipulated at will, just like they treated other weak teachers. They even thought, "How great would it be if a teacher named Kondo Shinichiro appeared earlier in KKIS?"

"Mr. Kondo is a very talented person."

Matsueda Masamune said to Asama with emotion.

After class, he took Asana to the smoking corner not far from the teaching building.

"It's nothing to hide. Thanks to the support of Principal Matsueda and Principal Sakon, the student council gave the green light to my teaching."

Matsueda Masamune smiled and shook his head, took out a pack of cigarettes from the inside pocket of his suit, handed it to Asama, and asked,
"Do you smoke?"

"Don't smoke."

"Mind if I smoke one?"

"random."

Asama looked at the messy cigarette butts on the ground and thought of Mr. Furuya who openly smoked in the office and Sawano who smoked in the classroom.

Since most people smoke everywhere, is it necessary to have a smoking corner in this damn place?

In places where order is not needed, this order is redundant, like a clown on the stage who stands in the middle and forgets to leave after his part has ended.

Masamune Matsueda held the cigarette in his mouth, lit the butt, took a deep puff, and without removing the cigarette, let the bluish-gray gas puff out of his nose, like an old horse that puffs while working in the cold Siberian winter.

This action was repeated three times before Songzhi took off the cigarette from his lips, turned his head and said to Asama,

"Thank you anyway, Mr. Kondo. I didn't misjudge you. You had some complaints about my assessment plan, but you were also the first person to support me with your actions."

Asama shrugged and said,

"I just followed my professional conscience and did what I wanted to do. As for why other teachers didn't respond to you quickly, you have to think about it carefully. In addition, if you still want to recruit me next, Principal Matsueda should not waste your efforts. I have no interest in participating in your personal act of repentance."

"That's a shame. I just want to ask Mr. Kondo, have you ever considered that the gamblers who lost money to you will take it back from those poor children in an even more aggressive way?"

Of course Asama knew this. These students who liked gambling and robbing were just like those politicians who ruined the country's economy but found various ways to collect taxes from the people; they were just like managers who withheld workers' overtime pay and year-end bonuses when the company's performance decreased.

Power gives them the power to exploit, and the power to exploit consolidates their power.

Asama replied,

"That's not what I'm considering. Principal Matsueda, if you expect a revolution, you should expect all the proletarians to really have nothing. As the saying goes, 'those without permanent property have no permanent heart.' Things that they didn't dare to do in the past are now willing to be done after being encouraged a few times."

"Such words should not come from Kondo-sensei, who has just been emphasizing Arete's outstanding virtues."

"At this point, you should consider how to encourage them. Without the courage to bleed, nothing can be changed."

"If you sacrifice others to achieve your own goals, even if the goals are excellent, they will only get worse in the end."

"Then let this goal become a mission they are willing to sacrifice for. If they can't do it, then don't just dream about it. Principal Matsueda, you're not solving the real problems of KKIS and you're coming to talk to me about morality. Aren't you a bit of a bully?"

"I don't mean to blame you, Mr. Kondo. I understand what you said."

After Songzhi finished his awkward explanation, he took a few puffs of his cigarette in silence.

Qianjian looked at his phone, sighed, and said,
"There are students waiting for me in the office, Principal Songeda. Bye."

"Wait! Mr. Kondo, I have another question. You have limited the number of students in your ethics class and elective courses. Have you ever considered that the student union or others will become scalpers and use the quota to blackmail students who are really willing to learn?"

"These are not my concerns. If you have any questions, go and negotiate with President Yamagata. Don't you know each other and have had lunch together?"

“Wouldn’t it be better to remove the quota limit?”

"You mean, other teachers don't have to work? I remember that the attendance rate and the number of students taking elective courses are linked to teachers' salaries and bonuses, right? According to your evaluation standards, Principal Songeda, many people will lose money, right?"

"."

"Goodbye."

Looking at Asama's limping back, Matsueda Masamune gurgled a few times in his throat, as if a few words were struggling inside. He tried to suppress the words by taking a puff of cigarette, but was choked and started coughing.

He learned from the Academic Affairs Office that Mr. Kondo had re-signed his contract, and the new contract became a highly confidential document at KKIS.

Many teachers have linked Kondo Shinichiro's arrival with the rumors of the Kujo family's strategic return, and are full of fantasies about the future of KKIS. Many people also think that Kondo Shinichiro may really come to KKIS to make money, and the principal and the fraternity support Kondo Shinichiro not only because of Kondo's Kujo background, but also because they have completed the gambling spoils sharing agreement.
Why did the Kujo family send this good-yet-evil Shinichiro Kondo here?

"Teacher Kondo, you are finally back~"

Mr. Kobayashi, the head teacher of Class 10, Grade , greeted them warmly.

"Teacher Kondo, you really made our Humanities Department ① group proud today~ Ahhhhh it hurts!"

The Three Kingdoms teacher Natsume tried to hold Asama's neck in a familiar manner, but Asama subconsciously twisted his hands behind his back.

It seemed that all the teachers in the first-year liberal arts group were waiting for him. Even Sato, the sleepy teacher who was the most active in leaving get off work, had not left work yet.

“Teacher Kondo, what are the requirements for being selected for the first batch of teaching reform pilot projects at KKIS?”

"Mr. Kondo, is it true that you are re-signing the contract? How much has the salary increased?"

Mr. Nakagawa gossiped without any hesitation.

Asama let Natsume go, waved his hand, and said,

"Let's talk about the details tomorrow. I'll treat everyone to a meal after this month's salary is paid."

"Well, there are students waiting for Kondo-sensei, so we'll be off duty now."

Kono and Asama, who originally wanted to organize a dinner party, looked at each other, smiled and asked the teachers to leave the office.

Furuya looked at Asama for a long time, hesitant to speak, and then left with the others. Only two people were left in the office.

Asama sat down next to Ryuzoji and began to organize the various documents on the desk. After about 2 minutes, he found Gibran's "Sand and Foam" borrowed from the library and then greeted Ryuzoji.

"Sorry for the wait, Ryuzoji-san."

The cold-faced girl crossed her arms, looked at the arrogant teacher, and said calmly,
"Less than 20 minutes, not too long."

"What do you want from me?"

"Thank you for your notes, but I don't like to owe favors to others. I heard from Serizawa that you need someone to sign for your elective course. I can help you."

Why do I feel like Fenghuangyuan also said this: "I don't like to owe favors to others"?

A sense of déjà vu flashed through Asama's mind, and he replied,

"It's no longer necessary. Haven't you heard that my elective course will start next Wednesday? If you are interested, Ryuzoji, I can reserve a seat for you so that you won't be isolated as the class monitor."

"I won't bother Mr. Kondo with the isolated incident. Everyone in Class 9 is very nice."

"It's up to you. If you miss this opportunity, you will miss it forever."

"I know. Also, don't take the initiative to take notes for me in the future."

Asana said as he was quickly flipping through the lesson plans and handouts for the first five lessons of "The Art of Control and Counter-Control" as if to kill time.
"This is a teacher's job. Don't act like I'm trying to please you. It's a bit disgusting to think that way. Taking notes for students who are absent has nothing to do with whether the students like it or not."

"Does it include those students who are on leave?"

"Of course. If there's nothing else, please go back. I'm about to get off work."

Ryuzoji suddenly felt irritated for some unknown reason.

It only took her two days to become disappointed with the teachers at KKIS. It wasn't that they taught badly, but she could clearly feel the indifference between them and the students. These teachers talked about their job duties but turned a blind eye to the daily bullying in KKIS.

Kohinata said that due to some rumors, the number of overt bullying incidents in school this week was significantly less than before, but that does not mean that bullying has disappeared.

Was the rumor created by Asama Shizumizu?
This guy has always liked to engage in public opinion wars.

Is he really not in KKIS?
Coming out of the Humanities ① Office, she walked towards the library, thinking of Ryuzoji Temple in Asama Shizumizu. Living on campus at KKIS, she decided to look up some information before dinner.

The road to KKIS is quite winding, but every piece of land is neatly planned. Just as she was crossing a group of trees and reaching the open lawn in front of the auditorium, she was stopped by several aggressive girls.

"That's Midori's boyfriend you stole, right?"

"Shitty beach."

Ryuzoji frowned and said,
"You have the wrong person."

"If not you, then who could it be? We all took pictures of you and her boyfriend coming out of the hotel."

A hand stretched out, ready to grab Ryuzoji's hair, but was caught by another big hand.

"Show me the photos, teacher. I'm very interested. You are Shimono-san from Class 12 of Grade 14, Matsuoka-san from Class 15 of Grade , and Kamiya-san from Class . Am I right?"

The girl whose hand was caught struggled desperately and pulled her hand back.

"You must be crazy!"

"Who are you?"

"Hey, he's the 5000 million Las Vegas guy!"

What the hell is 5000 million Las Vegas!

"What's wrong with this world? People don't feel any guilt at all for destroying other people's reputations.

Well, how about we make a bet? If the photo really is of Ryuzoji and there is no trace of Photoshop, I will pay you 5000 million. If it is, each of you will pay me 500 million and kowtow to Ryuzoji to apologize, or you can turn over the person who ordered you to do this. "

"Who wants to bet with you? You're crazy!"

"We're suing you for harassment!"

"Everyone in KKIS knows that I can't get hard with girls, so you can't put the blame on me."

"Disgusting! Terrible!"

Three senior girls fled in panic.

Ryuzoji, who was about to say thank you, suddenly paused, frowned and asked Asama,

"Are you following me?"

"Shouldn't we say thank you now?"

"But you know them, and since you only came to this school on Monday, it's hard not to suspect that they were sent by you."

"Class monitor, your imagination makes me sick again. Why don't you suspect that it was you who offended the [FAB] Brotherhood by using the name of the Ryuzoji family?"

".You investigated me?"

"Knowing the names of students, understanding the stupidity of your monitor, and preventing your students from being bullied are all the responsibilities of a teacher."

Ryuzoji sneered,
"Earning money from students, too?"

“There are times when you don’t make money, just as in ancient Greece there was Protagoras who collected tuition from students, and there was Socrates who didn’t. Just as in China there was Confucius who collected tuition from students, and there was Mozi who didn’t.”

".Wouldn't Mr. Kondo be embarrassed to compare himself to Socrates, Confucius, and Mozi?"

"Since you know these names, it proves that my example is successful. Speaking of which, the one who investigated me privately was the class monitor, right?"

"Where's the evidence?"

"To be honest, I can tell the difference between the way a person looks at an acquaintance and a stranger. When we first met yesterday, your eyes clearly said that you knew me to a certain extent."

Ryuzoji's mind was somewhat shaken. This mysterious Kondo Shinichiro was more difficult to understand than she had imagined.

"Oh, is it just something like this that can't be proven?"

"I can also tell whether a person is lying or not. You were feeling guilty just now."

". Mr. Kondo, it's better to say less nonsense."

Ryuzoji said nothing more, left Asana behind, and walked towards the library alone, but found that Asana was still following her.

"And you said you didn't follow me?"

Asana shrugged and took out a pocket book with a library stamp on it - Gibran's "Sand and Foam".

"Are you overthinking this? You always say you don't like to owe favors to others, but you're the class monitor who speaks rudely to me."

The two of them appeared at the door of the library one after the other, and Fangmen Fujin, who had put on some makeup and was holding a mecha book, had a darker face again. (End of this chapter)