Real teaching, hypocritical gray life

"Well, let's go together. We'll have free time next. I really want to play in the water."

Ah, failed.

I narrowed my eyes as I watched Ichinose running away.

Although there is no need to worry about her telling this to others, women are indeed scary creatures.

Chapter 11 Angel Satan

forty.

For a classroom with a width of 10*6*3.5, students makes the space seem too ample. Of course, this is not the perspective I particularly care about. What makes me think about this is that the number of students in the four classes is uniform.

Odd and even numbers are a perfect balance.

In a state of balanced capabilities, regardless of differences in coordination, even numbers will always appear more psychologically reasonable and team-like than odd numbers, or even far superior.

Therefore, given the strength and good background, we'd better not let anyone fall behind, because we don't know whether he will have the ability to be of use in the future.

Well, at least we need to find a replacement with similar abilities...

"The rest of the work is up to you, Luo."

Okabe patted my heavy shoulders hard, then left with Shiratori and Takashima arm in arm.

Being used as a tool.

General cleaning. The sanitation of the classroom does not need to be worried about every day, so our sanitation committee decided to assign four students to clean the entire class every Friday after school. Although I don't know if it can be considered a general cleaning, let's call it that.

I don't know exactly how the health committee arranges people, but I think it has something to do with my mood. I am a little dissatisfied with this rule, and maybe if it were a different way, I wouldn't be assigned with Okabe.

There are two other points that I am dissatisfied with. What kind of things can affect my life as a high school student? It is obvious that they are deceiving me. Even if it is so, I think at least I need to find someone to replace me.

I glanced at the two girls in the class. The last point is a secular convention created by an unknown man. Girls only need to do light work such as wiping the blackboard and sweeping the floor, while boys need to do dirty work such as fetching water, mopping the floor and taking out the trash. Now think about it, there seems to be no place for fairness in this society.

I picked up the bucket and went to the bathroom. When I came back, I found that the classroom was empty.

It's already done... It only took five minutes to go back and forth, and it was done. That's why I said that the girls' work was too easy. And don't you have any sympathy? Wouldn't ordinary people take the initiative to ask for help when they see students working alone? !

I let out a foul sigh into the fresh air that emanated from the grass and trees.

I could only pick up the mop and mop the floor without complaint.

Gradually, the fiery red sunset glowed golden in the distance. I also finished all the work at this time.

........No way.

"It turns out that the dirty work of taking out the garbage is also considered as a boy's job."

I looked at the tightly sealed black garbage bag left at the door with a dead look on my face.

With my exhausted mind, I sat down on the desk near the door and looked at the campus scene at this time. The sunlight outside the window gradually tilted, and the color became more and more fiery red. The setting sun shone on the desk in front of me, and the textbooks placed on the surface began to fade.

peaceful.

The roar of the returning birds and animals, the sound of breathing without anyone stepping on the floor.

In short, it is very quiet here. Excluding the sense of isolation brought by the transparent glass, the greenery outside the window is simply a creation of nature, and the place where I am is the center of this world.

Unfortunately, this is the human realm after all. As long as the black plastic bag in front of me does not disappear immediately, this feeling will not exist.

After all, I am still looking at the world from the outside.

I gave up my reluctance to leave, picked up the garbage bag and turned to leave.

The whole school has become a ghost town. My movements were really too slow.

Tsk, but this is the daily life I want.

I was still marveling at the wonder of life when I suddenly spotted a figure at the iron fence beside the river.

That's... Kushida-san, right?

On the first day of school, the sociable Kushida saw me and Ichinose shopping for daily necessities together, so she took the initiative to greet me. Although we exchanged contact information, and she was the second woman saved in my phone, that account was left in my hands.

Kushida-san seemed to have forgotten my existence and didn't take the initiative to greet me. I didn't know what topic to start a conversation with, so, well, that's it.

It’s definitely not that I don’t have the courage.

She stood there without saying a word. In order to avoid me discovering her too early, I chose to slow down my pace, pretending that I didn't see her and quietly walked past her. Then I stopped behind a tree that was planted with green plants behind her.

Should I say hello? But the aura she exudes seems a little unsubtle. Maybe she has lost her way in life. In this case, I need to give her spiritual comfort!

So how to say it?

"Hey, Kushida." Or "What are you doing here?" Or "Good evening."? It should be considered evening at this time.

"Ah——I'm so annoyed!"

Suddenly, I heard a low, beast-like roar in my ears, full of anger and disgust. I subconsciously hid my body from the sudden sonic attack.

"Ah - I'm so pissed off, that woman is so annoying!"

The current scene is just like the description of a witch in the West who cast a spell not long ago, cursing someone to be lonely for life. If the river at this moment can turn green in the next moment, it will be even more impressive.

"Why is that woman in this school? She's just showing off because she can study. Why is such a bitch allowed to come to this school?"

"Ah————I'm so annoyed! Why doesn't that girl just die!"

"Dong dong dong——!"

Kushida continuously released his inner dissatisfaction to the outside world, and the iron railings emitted heavy and bitter words, which echoed in the hollow cylindrical space.

very scary!

Regardless of what kind of "fault" the "woman" mentioned by Kushida had made, it was hard to imagine that the gentle girl who talked to me not long ago would have such a other side.

My intuition told me that if she found out, things would be very bad.

But there were very few obstacles to use, so I could only hope that she wouldn't walk straight through the green belt. If she didn't do that, I would never be discovered. I wouldn't make a stupid mistake like breaking a branch and making a noise.

"Ah—die die die!"

"Go—die—to—me!"

"Boom-"

The iron railing let out one last heavy groan, and Kushida slowly exhaled before picking up his messenger bag and adjusting it.

"Well, it's much more comfortable this way." A heavenly sound that was completely different from the previous one suddenly appeared in my ears. For a moment, I couldn't tell whether Kushida in front of me was an angel or a devil.

"Okay, let's go back." Kushida hummed the song with his sweet voice, leaving behind only his burgundy back without looking back.

I changed my position, and after making sure that her figure had disappeared, I stayed there and waited for a while longer. What kind of past did she have to show the scene just now?

Or,

........

What on earth was she continuing to endure?

I said that women are indeed horrible creatures.

Chapter 12: Romantic fantasies in high school

Have you ever experienced the fear of being randomly called by the teacher in school? Have you ever experienced the pleasure of going to the toilet at will without respecting the teacher? Have you ever experienced the pride of communicating with the students around you without restraint?

As an ordinary student, I have never experienced this.

However, I can take action at any time to achieve this psychological feeling.

It's not about how rampant we students are, but the teacher's performance in class gave me a feasible psychological hint. According to the current situation, I think the movies I have watched before are all jokes, but also ironic.

Open teaching, conscious classroom.

It's not that the teacher didn't care, but because there was no need. After making this clear, I didn't dare to do anything impolite under the camera.

Although teachers can see the whole picture from the podium, their eyes are mostly focused on the central area. So I am very grateful for my dark corner and the image that energy conservationists have brought me. From the beginning of the school year to now, I have not been talked to or accepted the task of delivering notes.

Of course, I also want to thank the person sitting in front of me and my neighbor.

Ichinose and Kanzaki.

This arrangement made me feel for a moment that I was blessed by God.

That's what I've been longing for. In fact, even if the damned gods exist, I won't get any favor from them, and there's only sin left on my body. Maybe only the devil that people often talk about will be on my side.

But will the devil agree?

What I have done cannot be called good, and I know very well that I am not a good person. If saving someone's life can be considered a good deed, killing them is a bad deed. Then what am I?

"Boom, boom, boom—"

The bell of Big Ben rang, and I let go of the pen in my hand, yawned and stretched. I adhere to the best learning plan promoted by the school, which is to concentrate in class and combine work and rest after class. Therefore, rest is very important.

Well, and sleep is needed to maintain mental endurance.

The class was filled with all kinds of noises, about new video games, about spending 80,000 yuan on a game console, and about new products launched in coffee shops. I played the role of a listener very well, quietly understanding the real-time news. As for participation, I didn't consider the energy consumption of walking to the team, so I just forgot it.

"I heard that there are already boyfriends and girlfriends in our class."

"Really? That's fast."

"Your voice is really cold. Don't you even want to manage your tone?"

"I'm managing it well, didn't you hear that?"

"No, just as lazy as a pig yourself."

"Do you have any misunderstanding about me?"

"be honest."

While bickering with Kanzaki, I subconsciously observed the surrounding situation.

"Who are the couple you are talking about?"

"I don't know, but it seemed to be mentioned in the boys' group."

"......As if? In the end, you yourself don't know."

"Although it's basically unused, I had the chance to take a peek at it yesterday... Didn't you see it?"

"If you want to look, look carefully. What does it mean to just take a glance......"

"You have no right to speak. You don't even know about this matter, which means you haven't even taken a look."

"Um, ahem, I usually use the class group..."

"What a poor technique for changing the subject."

"I just don't watch it often.....Do you have any plans to date in high school?"

"Me?" Kanzaki shook his head rationally. "I haven't thought about it. Love is not real for us now. Love in high school is just a kind of emotional sustenance sought under pressure. It is not true love. At best, it is just a good impression."

“That’s really understanding.”

"Just look at the state of the boys in our class. Don't you think they look like monkeys in heat in the zoo? Although I am also in this group, I have to admit this."

"........."

This is too objective, what a sharp review.

"And you - oh, sorry if I offend you, you can't. If we were monkeys in heat, you'd probably have been castrated."

"Hey, hey, hey, please stop using those weird metaphors! At least give me some credit for this."

"No, that's impossible no matter how you think about it. With your way of thinking, you would definitely say something like 'Forget about such a troublesome thing as having a girlfriend.'"

"No matter what, I still have some fantasies about women in my heart."

"This is not something to brag about. Any normal boy would have this kind of thought. At most, I can only congratulate you for still being a human being and not a salted fish."

"......"

"Admit it, this is your limit."

"No, this is not my limit." I rarely said a rebuttal, although I didn't say it with much confidence.

"So what, are you planning on having a girlfriend?"

"........"

Can't you give me some face...