Real teaching, but diary flow

"call out--"

"—Click."

The dark figure shot out through the air, first making a hole in the wall before falling to the ground with a thud because it had no foothold.

With the added strength of his wrist and the precise aim of his throw, Asakusa Tetsu, who had practiced repeatedly for many days but still failed to master the technique of throwing hidden weapons, easily achieved it at this moment.

Cracks appeared on the pure white wall around the spot where the recording pen landed, and the clearly visible crater demonstrated the destructive power of the throw to Toru Asakusa.

"Wow~" Asakusa Tetsu exclaimed in amazement as he looked at the marks he had created.

Then, he pulled out a voice recorder and threw it again.

With pinpoint accuracy, the tip of the recorder struck the dent left by the previous throw, widening the crack and deepening the mark into the wall.

As we all know, although a voice recorder is called a pen, most voice recorders are actually more like rectangular bars than 'pen' in shape, lacking sufficiently sharp edges.

Therefore, such an achievement is already quite remarkable.

It is extremely lethal.

Both throws were aimed at the same target without the slightest deviation.

...Is this the power of a precise throw?

Surprisingly good.

but......

"Why the hell didn't you come sooner?" People always take an inch and then a mile.

Although the feeling of hitting exactly where you point it is really exhilarating, Asakusa Tetsu couldn't help but greedily wonder why this thing wasn't released sooner.

If he had sent it earlier, wouldn't he have saved a month of wasted time practicing throwing?!

He slowly got up, walked to the wall he had thrown and damaged, bent down to pick up the two extra recording pens, and then casually tossed them into a box that he used to store countless copies of the recording pens when practicing throwing them. Asakusa Tetsu squatted down and examined the damaged wall up close.

Grayish-white pits, some white debris that had fallen off, and cracks that spread outwards from the point of impact.

"...It seems I need to buy some putty to patch up the wall."

Although it's probably fine to leave it alone, as long as it's handled properly before graduation, no one cares what the dorm is like when you're in charge.

But leaving a hole there doesn't look good.

After sweeping away the fallen debris, Asakusa Tetsu silently recited the effect in his mind.

Although I already knew it by heart, I still had to take a look at the paper data.

【Name: Precision Throw】

[Category: Skills]

[Effect: Your throwing accuracy is greatly improved]

[Note: "Precise! Perfect!"]

"..."

...This note doesn't seem to reflect a lack of unity.

Chapter 84 Fantasizing about someone falling in love with me

"..."

[Call in progress]

The screen of the personal terminal remained bright, and the words of the call and the person being called were clearly displayed on the screen.

"Phew..." Horikita Suzune let out a long breath and gently closed the diary in her hand.

"Reading completed for today, reading points +1."

The same voice echoed in her ears, but Horikita Suzune's expression was unusually complicated.

Today's diary entry is very long; it's the longest I've ever written.

Even so, she could clearly sense the dissatisfaction that the person who wrote the diary had not yet fully expressed.

The other party hadn't even finished writing yet.

"Have you finished watching?" Horikita Suzune asked softly, closing her eyes and leaning back in her chair.

Soon, a somewhat gritted-teeth voice came from the terminal:

"Ah, I've finished watching it."

"It's even more disgusting than I imagined, Chabashira Sae." On the other end of the call, Kushida Kikyo's expression was extremely unpleasant.

She thought selling defective information was already a very low-level thing, but she never expected that Chabashira Sae could do something even lower.

He dragged down his own class, yet he taught Class D with an obsessive dedication, providing a false exam scope.

The diary is absolutely right.

This is a dead man.

They were dead people who died more than a decade ago, dragging their already dead bodies to interfere in the lives of this year's freshmen.

“‘Highly trained teachers cannot be trusted.’” Horikita Suzune uttered these words calmly: “The diary already said that.”

"However, it is indeed a bit beyond my expectations that Mr. Chabashira would go to this extent."

"I thought that no matter what, she should at least be able to do her job as a teacher well."

After all, the diary once said that highly trained teachers can be trusted.

Although the two seem contradictory, from another perspective, it might mean that Chabashira Sagae, as a teacher, can be trusted, but not when she is not a teacher.

However, it now appears that this inference was incorrect.

Chabashira Sae is simply unbelievable.

"So, what do you plan to do?" Kikyo Kushida propped her cheek up with one hand, tapping her fingertips repeatedly on the table with a slightly agitated expression. "Should I do it like last time, stand on the podium, bow humbly to the class, tell them that the exam scope is wrong, ask them to check with Chabashira, and then start reviewing from the beginning?"

Yes, if the group is the priority, this is undoubtedly the best choice.

There's still plenty of time; there are two weeks until the midterm exams. It's not too late to correct your mistakes now.

But Horikita Suzune gently shook her head: "No."

"I can't do anything. If I really have to do something, it should be you."

“I should be the one asking this question,” she said. “Kikyo Kushida, what are you planning to do?”

Conversely, Horikita Suzune threw the question back at Kushida Kikyo.

“Of course I… ‘can’t do anything’,” Kikyo Kushida replied with a charming smile. “So, why do you think I could do anything?”

"I haven't done anything since the day I got this lousy diary, have I?"

"I have written and said a lot, but that doesn’t mean I need to take action or change anything for others."

Kikyo Kushida stood up. She first threw her diary away in a fit of rage, then tossed her personal terminal, which was still on the phone, back onto her bed. Only then did she kick the chair away and lie back down on the bed.

"Look at all those likes on the comments, but how many people actually jumped out to mess around with that guy?" Kikyo Kushida grabbed her terminal. "Besides you, you idiot, all that's left is that lesbian princess, right?"

"Everyone is just watching, understand?"

“You trust your diary too much,” she said.

If you put yourself in her shoes, she might also believe in the diary like Horikita Suzune.

After all, the diary gave her a lot of guidance and pointed out many of her inner problems.

Moreover, the vast majority of her diaries are directly about herself, such as the trials given to her as her brother that concern her most beloved older brother, and the special exams that relate to her evaluation.

It's not hard to understand why Horikita Suzune cares so much about everything written in her diary.

But in that case, wouldn't they just be like puppets on a string in a diary?

They did whatever was written in their diaries, completely dictated by the existence behind the diaries without any independent thought.

...In that case, how can she find out the true identity of the person behind the diary?

“I… um… you’re right.” Horikita Suzune’s voice trailed off for a moment, then she nodded and said softly, “I will be careful to discern the lies in the diary.”

The diary entries weren't entirely accurate, at least not regarding the trials; I was just fooling myself.

She still can't forget the blank look on her brother's face when she told him his name.

Even though Kikyo Kushida said that it meant she had chosen the wrong person, she still felt that she had been deceived that time.

However, at least what's mentioned in today's diary is probably not a lie.

"...I really hope you can remember that." With a soft sigh, Kikyo Kushida gently pressed the button to hang up the phone.

When the beeping sound echoed from the terminal, and when the personal terminal went silent, Kikyo Kushida stared blankly at the ceiling, then raised her hand to shield her eyes.

"Why do I have to keep in touch with this stupid woman so late at night...?"

"But if we leave her alone, who knows what kind of outrageous and stupid things she might do next."

"I feel like I've suddenly become her nanny."

"Ughhhhhh—" Kikyo Kushida kicked off the sheets in frustration and stretched out her body: "I really feel like throwing up."

Hesitating, she reached out her hand downwards.

"..."

So empty...

"...Turn off the lights." Kikyo Kushida stopped in time, clenched her fists tightly, and muttered to herself as she turned off the lights in the room.

The dormitory was plunged into darkness.

So, in the pitch-black night, she began to fantasize that someone could fall in love with her.

Not a 'friend' like Horikita Suzune, connected through a diary, but a 'person of the opposite sex' with whom I can truly fall in love.

It's not the charming facade you put on, but the hidden depths of your heart—a facade that probably no one would like...

inside.

?Chapter 85 Sakayanagi Yusu doesn’t care

"..."

Sakayanagi Arisu still reads her diary every day.

Despite being tricked and labeled as gay, and being looked at with strange eyes wherever she went, Sakayanagi Arisu did not give up.

She must wash away this shame.

Although the label of being a lesbian seems to have been self-imposed, it did not prevent Sakayanagi Arisu from choosing to place this responsibility, this shame, and this resentment on the owner of the diary.

If the other party hadn't written these things haphazardly, how could she have possibly approached Wang Meiyu?!

The diary entry for May 1st was nothing special; it was just meant to mock her.

But today's diary is a little different.

As usual, the other party started their so-called 'revelation' once again.

And the people who leaked this information were actually their four homeroom teachers from the first year?!

This is explosive news, news that will undoubtedly arouse students' gossip instincts.

When faced with big news from their homeroom teacher, almost no student would choose to miss it.

The same goes for Sakayanagi Arisu.

Almost the moment she saw the words "class teacher," her gaze sharpened.

This was probably the first time she had taken a diary so seriously after the other party spread rumors that she was a person with connections.

Although she knew in her heart that the diary had a particular fondness for making things up, she also knew that the most truthful and easily believed lies were those that were a mix of truth and falsehood.

Just like the time when she was described as someone with connections.

Her father was indeed a highly accomplished chairman, and only those with excellent evaluations could enter Class A. Similarly, she did have certain physical defects.

To others, it would be obvious that she was put into Class A because of her father's connections.