Real teaching, but diary flow

With a flourish, Yamauchi Haruki quickly wrote a lengthy reply at an unimaginable pace, then crumpled the paper into a ball and tossed it behind him.

Chapter 89 Hmm?

[Yeah, I knew it! No wonder she seemed so celibate. Since she was in Class D in high school, it's not surprising. Come to think of it, wasn't she also criticizing herself? It's really funny.]

Full of malice, Ike Kanji brazenly wrote his thoughts on the crumpled paper.

Seemingly feeling that writing only one paragraph was not enough, he paused, then continued writing on the paper.

[But since she can come back to school as a teacher, don't you think we can become teachers too? We could not only scold disobedient female students at will, but also sell information about special exams and rake in a fortune in points! It sounds so awesome! No wonder Chabashira came back to be a teacher! I want to be a teacher too!!!]

As he wrote, a smile couldn't help but appear on Chi Kuanzhi's face. He had already begun to imagine being invited back by the school to be a class advisor after graduation, earning hundreds of thousands of points every month by selling special exam information to students, and having all the pretty female classmates bowing their heads and greeting him obediently.

Even just thinking about it makes him feel incredibly good.

Kanji Ike felt that he could now fully understand Sae Chasaki.

I couldn't agree more!

Teacher, you're the best!

With a heart full of excitement, Ike Kanji crumpled the paper into a ball again and threw it forward with incredible smoothness.

A perfect parabola traced its path through the air, and then, with unparalleled precision, it landed...

A hand reaching out from the side.

"?!?!"

At that moment, Kanji Ike and Haruki Yamauchi's breathing seemed to stop in unison.

Because it was Hirata Yosuke who reached out his hand.

He crumpled the paper he was holding even tighter, his expressionless face masking his coldness, and said to the two of them:

"...Listen carefully in class, understand?"

"I understand..." As if a bucket of ice water had been poured over him from head to toe, Chi Kanji shrank back meekly.

Damn it, how did I get found out?

"It's just... just passing a note..." Haruki Yamauchi still wanted to struggle a bit.

Hirata Yosuke: "Hmm?"

"No, it's nothing..." But under Hirata Yosuke's pressure, he obediently shrank back.

While keeping his head down, Haruki Yamauchi cursed inwardly.

Who on earth is it?! Who stole away the kind and friendly Hirata Yosuke of the past?!

Where has Hirata Yosuke, the one he loved most, gone? He was always forgiving, always protecting him no matter what he did, and always ready to lend a helping hand to anyone who asked for his help?!

This guy is nothing more than a demon in the guise of Hirata Yosuke!

Not only did they force him to attend study sessions at the library every day, but they also didn't spare him from classes.

It's just a midterm exam, why do you have to work so hard?!

He hadn't seen what Kanji had written to him yet, and he still had a lot of things he wanted to talk about with Chabashira Sae.

Once the desire to chat is aroused, it's hard to let go.

So, twisting his body, Haruki Yamauchi began to think about how to continue the conversation under Yosuke Hirata's supervision.

"...Oh?" But before his mind could process it, a different voice appeared beside him.

Yes... Koenji Rokusuke.

After taking the crumpled paper that Yamauchi and the others had passed around, Hirata Yosuke casually placed it on the table.

But just as he turned to reprimand Yamauchi and Ike, Koenji, who was sitting with his legs crossed and not paying any attention to the lesson, grabbed a crumpled piece of paper and casually unfolded it.

"Haha, isn't this an interesting discussion?" Koenji Rokusuke raised his eyebrows and let out a hearty laugh: "Hirata boy, don't suppress your free spirit."

"No matter how much you try to confine a bird in a birdcage, those destined to soar will eventually spread their wings in the sky."

The sudden, cheerful voice abruptly interrupted the teacher's hypnotic lecture on the stage, and all the students in the class turned to look at it.

Compared to the incredibly boring world history being told by the teacher on stage, the students in the class were clearly more interested in the commotion that had suddenly broken out.

“Yes, yes, the teacher who criticizes everyone’s flawed products was actually a flawed product who once belonged to Class D. Rather than mocking everyone else, it’s more like mocking himself.” Koenji turned his head and looked at Ike Kanji: “This is indeed an interesting discussion, but instead of secretly saying these things on paper, why not openly discuss the teacher with everyone?”

"Chi boy, you agree, right?"

“…Gurgle.” Ike Kanji couldn’t speak.

To be honest, this was the scene he most wanted to see.

The atmosphere in the class was heated up by his few words. His words drew everyone's attention to him, making him the center of attention and boosting his popularity. Then, naturally, he received a confession and got his first girlfriend in high school. Their sweet and loving relationship progressed smoothly.

But now, he would rather no one notice him.

Damn, damn, damn.

Hirata deserves to die, and Koenji deserves to die even more!

Just as Chi Kuanzhi was about to scratch his feet raw, the other students in the class also began to make some noises.

"Is that the one Koenji was talking about? The one on the message board."

"Yes, yes, I saw it too. Well, no matter what, it's Chabashira-sensei who's thinking, right?"

"But... did Chabashira-sensei ever criticize everyone as flawed?"

"It seems not, but Sakayanagi from Class A, oh, Class B, cursed at us. I still remember it. She cursed at us as soon as she came in, and as a result, she ended up being demoted to Class B. It's really funny."

Someone, clearly holding a grudge, made that mocking remark, and immediately the class returned to its usual noisy state.

"Quiet." With a blank expression, Hirata Yosuke spoke softly, "Class is still in session, don't disturb the teacher."

But his voice couldn't easily drown out the others; the noise quickly drowned out his words.

"No, it's not true, but what she said back then felt like she was pointing at us and calling us rotten."

"...The fact is we got 0 points."

"But wasn't that Yamanouchi's fault?"

"Shouldn't there also be Koenji Temple?"

"In the end, it was Horikita's fault for only saying half of what he meant."

"The biggest problem is probably with Teacher Chabashira, right? Taking money and not doing the job is the worst thing ever."

When disputes and reflections begin, those who bring up old grievances will inevitably appear.

Depending on each person's inclinations and relationships, the targets they might try to direct their criticisms will also differ.

"I said, be quiet!"

Hirata Yosuke slammed his hand on the table, his incredibly deep voice silencing all other noises.

Chapter 90 The Glorious Tea Pillar Teacher

The classroom's heated atmosphere cooled rapidly under the loud voice. After a brief moment of silence, Hirata Yosuke spoke in a deep voice:

"Don't make me repeat myself over and over again."

His voice sounded like he was suppressing his emotions, restrained and repressed, as he repeated the words he had said countless times since the beginning of the month.

“Last month’s exam was no one’s fault, and no one will be at fault.” Hirata Yosuke pressed his fingers hard on the table, making his knuckles turn white. “There’s no point in arguing about this now. Instead of arguing about this, we should calm down and listen to the lectures carefully to prepare for the midterm exam.”

"Alright, alright, everyone quiet down, we're in class. Hirata-san is just trying to help everyone." It was Karuizawa Megumi who quickly stood up to smooth things over and ease the tension.

As Hirata Yosuke's girlfriend, and arguably the leader of the D-class female gyaru group, she knew exactly when to stand up and who to support.

Even though her boyfriend, Yosuke Hirata, moved out of her seat.

After all, if they didn't maintain their connection in this way... Hirata Yosuke's glory would no longer be able to shine on her, this parasite.

"Yes, if there's something, we can talk about it after class..." Wang Meiyu added softly.

Kikyo Kushida smiled and said, "Isn't it more gratifying to have everyone on good terms?"

The atmosphere in the class quickly eased again, thanks to the efforts of the leaders.

Seated in the corner, Kiyotaka Ayanokouji suddenly spoke softly to Suzune Horikita beside him:

"You're not going to say anything?"

Horikita Suzune: "...?"

"Am I supposed to say something?" she asked, somewhat puzzled.

"Defend?" Ayanokouji Kiyotaka tilted his head. "Or refute?"

“…You’re crazy.” Horikita Suzune cursed, then ignored him and continued looking down at the textbook in her hands.

Although she had already looked in the mirror, she honestly didn't know how to change this habit for the time being.

In short, study whenever you have free time.

Learning is never a bad thing, no matter what.

Ayanokouji Kiyotaka: "..."

Hey, is this okay?

He seemed to understand something, but at the same time, he seemed to understand nothing at all.

"Cool!!!" Suddenly, the words on the crumpled paper were read aloud, stirring up the class's emotions. But after Hirata Yosuke spoke, Koenji Rokusuke grinned and, watching everyone cool down on their own, clapped his hands loudly.

"But it's boring. Hirata boy, noise, disputes, emotions, but in the end, it all returns to calm under the pressure of words."

"Such an uninteresting band, such a boring result."

"Shouldn't it have been there? The decisive mistake, the decisive culprit." Koenji spread his hands: "Why choose to ignore it?"

Tea pillar Saeda.

He is not a member of the 'group' and does not belong to the 'big family' that Hirata Yosuke is supposed to protect.

It can absorb all the pent-up resentment in the class and serve as a vessel for all the negative emotions in Class D.

Isn’t there one?

And what a coincidence, rumors about her have recently started circulating, her past has been talked about, and her past, which should have been on the same side as them... has been talked about.

Most importantly, this 'rumor' seems to have been acknowledged by Hoshinomiya Chie, the homeroom teacher of Class A.

Authenticity was guaranteed.

Why shut up? Why ignore it?

Why not raise a sharp sword and point its blade directly at the target?

“…” Hirata Yosuke remained silent.

He couldn't give a decisive response at this moment; in this class, Koenji was the only person he couldn't interfere with.

It wasn't because of Koenji's privileged status, but because Koenji was sufficiently free-spirited and 'free'.

Koenji Rokusuke only acts according to his own thoughts.

But he doesn't speak; plenty of others will.

For example... the person at the center of the topic.

"It seems you all have a lot of issues with me." An uninvited woman stood at the classroom door.

Chabashira rolled the book in her hand into a ball and knocked on the front door that she had opened with one hand, her face expressionless.

The bell rang precisely on time, and without any intention of erasing the blackboard or lecturing, the teacher naturally packed up his lesson plan and walked out of the classroom, brushing past Chabashira Sae.

He had done his job, so there was no need to waste any more time on silly things like class struggles.

"Tea Pillar Teacher..."

“Oh, Teacher, you’ve come at the perfect time.” Koenji snapped his fingers: “Everyone was just talking about you.”

"Why don't we let these 'younger generation' hear about your glorious past?"

Slowly walking up to the podium, Chabashira Sae supported herself with her hands and glanced at the students below.