Real teaching, but diary flow

It's early, the sun is shining brightly, and it's the perfect time to say hello.

...No way.

Shiina Hiyori turned around, puzzled, and tried to recall the name of her classmate who should be sitting in that spot:

"...Ryuen, classmate?"

“No, wait, Shiina Hiyori-kun.” Asakusa Tetsu smiled. “I’m not Ryuen.”

"Let me formally introduce myself. I am Asakusa Tetsu from Class 1-B."

He reached out his hand to Hiyori.

"..." Shiina Hiyori calmly looked at Asakusa Tetsu's smiling face, hesitated for a moment, and then chose to shake his outstretched hand: "Class 1-C, Shiina Hiyori."

"Um, Asakusa-san, this is Class C."

She wasn't too surprised that the other person could call her name. Anyone could call her name as long as they saw the nameplate on the seat. Just like when she initially mistook the other person for Long Yuanxiang, the other person had only glanced at the name on the table.

But, Class B of Year 1?

“Ah, I know,” Asakusa Tetsu said. “That’s why I came.”

The hands that were clasped together quickly released each other, quite naturally. The moment the words fell, Asakusa Tetsu pulled a voice recorder from his sleeve.

He naturally shoved the recorder into Shiina Hiyori's hand.

"Shiina-kun, let's have a quick interview. What are your thoughts on this school?" The screen of the voice recorder clearly showed that recording was in progress, and the recorder seemed to be capturing the words clearly.

...Interview?

Hiyori Shiina looked down at the recording pen in her hand, then looked up at Toru Asakusa in front of her.

"...100% employment rate?" She tilted her head and uttered an answer that anyone would probably give at this moment.

"Is that all?"

"Tuition is completely waived?" Shiina Hiyori blinked in response to Asakusa Tetsu's question.

“…I see.” Nodding, Asakusa Tetsu jumped off Ryuen Sho’s table: “Thank you for your answer. Please accept the voice recorder as a gift; it will come in handy.”

The interview was just a spur-of-the-moment probe. If Hiyori Shiina were the reader of the diary, she might have doubted the school's seemingly wonderful propaganda because of the vocational school title she mentioned in the diary.

However, when Asakusa Tetsu heard Hiyori's answer, he quickly realized that he had been overthinking things.

That's not to say that the possibility of Hiyori being a reader has been ruled out.

But what kind of information can you expect to get from asking this so early in the semester?

Well, anyway, his purpose wasn't really to interview or find people.

Shiina Hiyori hesitated for a moment, but she still thanked her.

"......Thanks?"

What a strange man.

But, will it come in handy...?

After staring at the recorder in his hand for a moment, Hiyori Shiina gently pressed the end recording button and then casually put the recorder away.

Immediately afterwards, she sat back down and opened her diary.

Vocational school, cheat code, kidnapping, spoilers, hide-and-seek game.

The words, written in casual handwriting, slowly unfolded in the diary. After she turned the pages slowly, the diary came to a blank page.

That's right, Hiyori Shiina is the holder of the copy of the diary.

What others perceive as her spacing out is simply because she is turning the pages of her diary.

Any action that might be associated with a diary in the eyes of others would be quietly transformed into other actions.

This includes Asakusa Tetsu, who has not yet won the hide-and-seek game but has successfully confirmed the identity of the copy holder.

"...No updates yet." Looking at the blank pages in her diary, Hiyori Shiina sighed softly to herself.

Novels are interesting, and mystery novels are very interesting.

But even more interesting than these are the 'stories' written by those who claim to know their past, present, and future.

......

Chapter 7 Ibuki Mio felt baffled.

Hiyori was completely unaware of Asakusa Tetsu's reaction. After getting off Ryuen Sho's desk, he turned around and walked over to Ibuki Mio, who was secretly looking up at him from behind.

"...What are you doing?" Biting her lip, Ibuki Mio raised her head, revealing an expression that wasn't very pleasant.

In Asakusa Tetsu's eyes, Ibuki Mio's actions were like those of a small animal deliberately trying to show that she was not to be trifled with, baring her teeth and making a show of force.

Well, perhaps describing her as a small animal isn't quite accurate. After all, Ibuki Mio should have some fighting skills, so describing her as a small animal seems a bit excessive.

However, as long as the general meaning is conveyed, that's sufficient.

In Asakusa Tetsu's eyes, Ibuki's current behavior is like that of a stray cat who is looking forward to high school life but is afraid to take a step into other people's social circles, which leads to regret when he is alone in the end. However, when someone takes the initiative to reach out to him, he will turn his back on them with a fierce look, repeating the same behavior in the past.

Therefore, when facing someone like Ibuki Mio, one should not use the same gentle words as when facing Shiina Hiyori.

But -

"Take this, hush money." He grabbed Ibuki's hand decisively and then stuffed another recording pen, which he seemed to have pulled out from somewhere, into her hand.

Feeling the cold metal being placed in her palm, Ibuki Mio subconsciously raised her eyebrows, revealing a very puzzled expression:

"what?"

Hush money? Whose mouth is being silenced? Me?

Why seal it?

And to be honest, what did this guy stuff into my mouth?

Lowering her head, Ibuki Mio got a clear look at the object that had been stuffed into her hand.

...A voice recorder? ??

Why did you give me this?

Phantom.

Raising her head again, and seeing the gentle smile on the man's not-so-bad face, Ibuki Mio immediately made a judgment.

Moreover, he's probably a weirdo with some mental issues.

"Although I don't think you'll say anything anyway, it won't hurt you to accept it." Asakusa Tetsu smiled and casually patted Ibuki's shoulder: "Why not take something that's free, right?"

After saying that, he didn't pay any more attention to Ibuki's reaction and walked straight out of Class C's classroom.

It seems that Asakusa Toru has left, but Ibuki Mio has nowhere to go.

Ultimately, this was her classroom, and she had no reason to go anywhere else.

Holding the recording pen that had been forcibly shoved into her hand, Ibuki Mio's mind was a complete mess.

On the first day of school, someone from another class suddenly appeared and forced a recording pen into her hand, saying it was some kind of hush money.

She doesn't even know what kind of cover-up is being made. Ah, if that's the case, does it count as a cover-up? After all, she really doesn't know anything.

...What nonsense am I thinking?

No, let's sort it out from beginning to end first.

I, Mio Ibuki, a student in Class 1-C, arrived at school, found my seat, and waited for the class meeting after everyone had arrived, followed by the entrance ceremony.

Before that, the woman named Hiyori Shiina arrived at the classroom first, without even bothering to greet her.

...If she doesn't want to say hello, she doesn't want to say hello; she has no intention of chasing after anyone to become friends.

Then, after that, that inexplicable man appeared.

He first sat down in the seat with the dragon in it, then greeted Shiina very familiarly, and then introduced himself.

To be honest, before this, Ibuki always thought that he came over to say hello because he knew Shiina.

Unexpectedly, that guy neither knew Shiina nor was he a student in Class C.

So what exactly is he doing here?

And ultimately, if they were all first-year students, they should have all gone through security checks, right?

Aside from the terminals we received and the school uniforms we were given in advance, isn't it true that we can't bring anything else in?

So where did this broken voice recorder come from?

Ibuki Mio couldn't understand it at all.

But Asakusa Tetsu was right in his last words.

If it's free, why not take it?

Who cares where it came from? Since it's been given to me, I'll keep it.

......

In advanced breeding, the voice recorder is a magical tool.

By recording key words with a voice recorder, they can be used as a tool for intimidation.

Whether it's someone revealing their plans or showing their true colors, a small recording pen can turn most problems into no problems at all.

Therefore, Toru Asakusa has a dream.

That is to ensure that everyone with high levels of education can have their own voice recorder!

Weird.

He sent a copy of the voice recorder.

As mentioned before, when he takes out the second recorder, the first recorder becomes an 'ordinary' recorder.

But what seems ordinary is actually extraordinary.

When the distance is close enough, the voice recorder in hand can select to read all the recordings saved in the copies of the surrounding voice recorders.

Even so, simply sending a voice recorder may not necessarily result in copying the recording you want.

But what if?

Of course, he didn't just randomly distribute the copies of the voice recorder without any consideration for who would receive them.

He chose someone with a name and surname, who might be the owner of a copy of the diary.

Mio Ibuki and Hiyori Shiina.

Compared to passersby, they were definitely more likely to get a copy of the diary.

Although sending a recording pen might carry a slight risk of exposure, as long as he doesn't mention it in his diary... who would think of it?

"There are actually a lot of weirdos in this school."

One more person distributing recording pens won't make a difference, and one less person distributing recording pens won't make a difference either.

"Isn't it?"

There's still some time before the official start of school, and considering Long Yuanxiang's serious habit of being late, there's plenty of time.

He could easily wander around the older students' classrooms, pretending to inquire about information he already knew, to cover up his prior knowledge of the intelligence.

Even if we directly use the intelligence, there probably won't be any problems, since this is a school and it's in a very peaceful modern society.

However, it's best to avoid revealing any flaws if possible.

"Hehehehehe~"

Time ticked by, and I wandered around the other grades aimlessly, striking up conversations with a few older students and casually prying into their information under the camera's lens.

Soon, Asakusa Tetsu returned to the vicinity of Class 1-C's classroom once again.

After a short wait, a bespectacled teacher who didn't look like a good person walked past Asakusa Tetsu and turned to walk into Class C's classroom.

In other words, this man is Sakagami Kazuma, the homeroom teacher of Class C.