Tokyo Trickster

"External center, internal center, vertical center, center of gravity, lateral center," Yu Gonglian opened the textbook and found the relevant content under the chapter "Nao Wei Wo Zai|". He picked up the book and read it. It seemed that the perfunctory attitude made the math teacher quite unhappy, so he was not able to wait for the words "Please sit down."

God can tell you that he had just woken up and he really had no intention of looking down on the teacher.

"You are supposed to answer this question as well," there was a picture drawn on the blackboard with chalk and lines of formulas.

This should have been the secret to solving problems that Mr. Mediterranean was about to pass on to his students, a fine sword to attack the deviation value, but he used it to make things difficult for a new transfer student. It was really a sin. Working at a key high school in Tokyo until his age when his hair and beard turned white, he certainly would not be prejudiced against students because of all kinds of false rumors. He called Amamiya Ren to the podium to solve problems, and also wanted to teach him a lesson, hoping that he could behave himself and not cause too much trouble - this is the premise of a good learning environment.

But no one expected that this new transfer student was actually a super introvert. Even though multiple psychological hints were used to divide Joker, his terrifying understanding, insight and even ability to act still had a subtle influence on Amamiya Ren, which greatly helped him in his studies. In Naoetsu, he was introverted all the time, so introverted that the class monitor Hanekawa Tsubasa was influenced and grabbed a thick reference book to accompany him every day. Inspector Araragi's son was his deskmate, and he felt embarrassed to slack off when he saw him doing it every day. His grades, which were originally biased, immediately improved, and his grade ranking rose. The middle-aged superintendent invited him to his home for dinner overnight to express his gratitude.

Look at the picture, a triangle, with three points ABC. Then look at those scattered formulas.

Oh, Ceva's theorem.

Amemiya Ren took the chalk and brought a little shock to the students in Class D-1: in the next 15 minutes of the math class, he helped the teacher explain the "Ceva's Theorem" and, by the way, introduced the "Menelaos Theorem" for solving the corresponding problem, just as the get out of class was over.

You asked Mr. Mediterranean why he didn't chase him away... The whole class was winking at him, fearing that their elderly math teacher would be stabbed to death by the "highest and strongest delinquent".

The best and strongest delinquent in Showjin dominated the entire class with an introverted attitude.

Then I ranked first in the school's deviation value in the school entrance examination, my classmates changed their impression of me at the speed of light, my teacher had a love-hate relationship with me, the principal treated me as a guest of honor, and Kamo Shida also had to be courteous to me. From then on, I reached the peak of my campus life - now is the time for fantasy.

Amamiya Ren was immersed in her own little world when she was suddenly awakened by key words coming from the classroom.

The keyword "驚志田" was detected.

He looked up expressionlessly and saw girls gathered in the corner of the classroom, screaming and chattering. They were surrounding a beautiful girl.

It can be roughly inferred from the content of their conversation.

The topic was about a classmate named Takamaki An. She was a Japanese returnee of American descent. She had an outstanding appearance and a model-like figure, and she was actually working as a model, so many jealous girls spread all kinds of untrue rumors about her. Not long after school, a member of the volleyball club came with the will of King Kamoshida to call Takamaki An to the gymnasium, saying that her friend was injured and needed someone to take care of her.

This is not to mention the value of the book "In Praise of the Noble and Great King Kamoshida". In the huge palace, King Kamoshida actually appointed Miss Takamaki as his princess...

Seeing that it was An Takamaki, her expression changed for a while and she chose to leave her seat and go to the sports department. The girls around her once again made envious noises. The female monkeys in heat should hurry up and serve the king, it's too noisy.

Amamiya Ren packed his schoolbag and got up to leave. It was time for him to go to the volleyball club to participate in club activities.

He procrastinated all the way. Anyway, there was no place for him in the club's competition team, and going there would only mean he would participate in Kamoshida's "physical training".

The school bell is still ringing tirelessly like the chirping of cicadas, urging the students in the classroom to stop involuntarily, to avoid negative news that Xiu High School will do whatever it takes to increase its admission rate and even adopt a hellish education system... Right, if you want to involuntarily do it, just go home and do it secretly. If you do it openly, won't that expose your identity? We are all competitors and want to get into college.

There were indeed a few cicadas lying in the boulevard, chirping and stammering.

The volleyball club was empty, making Amamiya Ren wonder if she had come to the wrong place.

He casually grabbed a tall and strong senior student and said, "Senior..."

"Let go!" The athlete, who had just finished intense exercise, didn't like being pulled away, so he pushed Amamiya Ren away when he got emotional.

"Senior, may I ask where everyone in the volleyball club has gone?" Amamiya Ren grabbed his wrist and patted it, allowing him to feel the hard object she had placed in his sleeve.

The third-year senior froze in his tracks. He saw Amamiya Ren's face and became embarrassed. "Mr. Kamoshida discussed the issue of reallocating sports club resources with the school leaders and just took the members to the track and field club."

"Thank you very much," leaving behind a cold greeting, the new member of the volleyball club left the gymnasium.

Going to the track and field club to have fun? He wants to go home and play video games!

This concludes today's club activities.

Wait, they seem to be fighting. Amamiya Ren stopped walking out of the school gate, turned around, and hurried to the playground, fearing that he would miss the good opportunity to watch the excitement.

In the crowd, a yellow-haired boy wearing the track and field club uniform and looking like a bad boy had an angry face. He rushed towards Kamoshida without hesitation, just like Oedipus in Greek mythology, who fought a desperate battle with King Laius for a love and belief that was about to collapse.

(Third update, please vote~)

Dry weather: 017. Velvet Study Room (3K)

Clang, clang, the frosted glass sliding door slowly closed. Accompanied by the steam rising from the hot water hitting it, and a short cry of pain.

He has dyed yellow hair and looks like a gangster, but in fact, this high school student who is wiping his wound with alcohol mixed with hot water can't really be considered a bad person.

His name is Sakamoto Ryuji. He is the ace of the track and field club of Shujin High School. He showed his excellent talent in track and field as early as junior high school and won many awards. However, the family incident of his parents' divorce hit him hard, making him withdrawn and more eager for attention. Unconsciously, the track and field club he just joined in high school became his spiritual support, helping him get out of the most difficult situation in his life and regain his passion for life.

Whether it was the helpless and concerned expression on the instructor's face when he accidentally made a mistake, or the warm care and encouragement from the seniors, they were all treasures that Long Si regarded as inseparable.

But, from now on there will be no track and field club.

Those seniors who would hand over a bottle of ice water beside the running track will soon be going to higher education or will be busy preparing for the senior high school entrance exam, and their instructors have also been transferred to other departments.

No one will drag tires on the track anymore, and the friends who used to joke and play with each other while walking on resistance bands will soon go their separate ways. The fantasy of participating in competitions and applying to good universities that everyone once imagined together... after all, it is just a fantasy, and it only takes a little bit of external pressure to shatter it like a bubble.

Ryuji Sakamoto used the sound of water to cover up his cries of pain. He gently wrapped a layer of gauze around his severely swollen left leg, and wrapped it with some ice cubes that he had secretly taken out of the refrigerator for cold compress.

That bastard Kamoshida...

He punched the air hard to vent the anxiety caused by the pain. The guy used "self-defense" as an excuse, but beat himself up severely.

Let's go to the school infirmary tomorrow. The pain became more severe with even the slightest movement, which made Sakamoto Ryuji feel uneasy.

"Long Si, have you had dinner? Do you want me to make you some?" The door to the living room opened, and a tired female voice asked. There was a faint smell of alcohol, and it seemed that she had attended many social events.

"Mom, I've already eaten." Long Si answered subconsciously.

"That's good. Oh, I'm so tired." The single-family breadwinner threw his bag on the sofa, sat down, leaned against the cushion and began to take a nap. After a while, he fell into a deep sleep.

Ryuji Sakamoto looked at his mother's face which had many more wrinkles, and finally did not disturb her.

He was so hungry. He was going to the kitchen to cook a small bowl of rice and mix some white vinegar with a raw egg to make do.

"Ryuji," the woman said dazedly, "Are you tired?"

"......" Ryuji Sakamoto remained silent and ignored her.

The woman who was forced to take care of a family talked in her sleep, "If you feel tired, it's okay to tell your mother. She will help you find a solution..."

"Ah."

"Mom cares about you very much."

"I know."

Sakamoto Ryuji endured the pain and put two bowls of rice in the rice cooker.

I know you care about me, so...

He pressed the power button.

So, I can't let you worry. You must be exhausted from work.

I'm sorry, I'm not good at studying. I originally wanted to get a good place in the track and field competition so that I could apply to a good university. Well, I will work hard to repay you in the future.

Sakamoto Ryuji carefully pulled out the chair next to the dining table and sat down carefully. He took out his cell phone and looked through the school forum.

As expected, the fact that Kamoshida abolished the track and field club, table tennis club and other sports clubs today has become the focus of discussion among students. Although there are many voices of opposition and protest, the overall public opinion still favors Kamoshida... The group of people who blindly flatter and support him occupy the majority.

"If it affects the volleyball club's training, it's okay to cancel it. After all, the volleyball club is aiming for the national competition."

"Will everyone who is on the club ban list just bear with it? (Laughs) The volleyball club is the trump card of Shugao."

Forget it, Sakamoto Ryuji turned off his phone. The more he looked at it, the more annoyed he became.

He thought irritably that it was time to rest because he had to go to school tomorrow.

Well, class...

Ryuji Sakamoto looked at the heavy rain outside the door and fell into deep thought.

So it will rain heavily if my leg is injured, right?

His drunken mother was still asleep, so Ryuji Sakamoto opened his umbrella and limped towards the tram station.

The sound of water splashed onto the streets, and the sky was blurred in a deep, foggy gray.

Amamiya Ren stood under the eaves, still calm and unhurried.

To be clear, he was not late because of staying up all night at APEX.

Ever since I was free from Joker's interference, it was like a heavy shackle had been lifted off my shoulders, and the "self-discipline" that had never existed before had returned to me.

It's a bit magical, Amamiya Ren thought, and she went to bed and got up early, which was rare, and even took the time to write a weekend schedule.

As expected, he returned to the Velvet Room through his dreams after falling asleep last night.

Everything seemed to be back to normal, and Lavenda stood beside the desk and bowed gracefully.

"You probably have a lot of questions to ask me." She said confidently.

"Seeing that you are still here, there are fewer things I want to ask," Amamiya Ren spread out her hands and showed her the Fool card with the Joker printed on it, "How did you do it?"

Lavenda's voice was as clear as the breeze blowing silver bells. "The Velvet Room has its own rules. You are already very clear about them."

"You registered the Joker's personality and then used that gallows to kill him?!" Amamiya Ren did not expect this outcome. In his opinion, it was impossible for the Joker to be destroyed like this.

"......" Lavender shook her head, "I don't know. There is no Joker in the register."

Amamiya Ren calmed down instead. "I don't know how that guy got locked in the card, but this is a good thing."

He looked at the girl, "One last question, those two girls who look like prison guards, do you know their identities?"

Lavenda still shook her head.

Amamiya Ren guessed correctly, this guy actually knew everything, but she refused to say anything.

Forget it, if you can’t ask the answer, then don’t ask it.

The thief sat down at his desk, opened the drawer, and sure enough, he saw the textbook he needed inside.

The Velvet Room is the inner world, and some people dream of involution. Amamiya Ren seems to treat this as a late-night study room, an extra 8 hours in a day.

A normal person's day is 24 hours, 8 hours of which are spent on sleep. As someone who has mastered the Velvet Room, I can sleep for 8 hours and study for 8 hours at the same time. In other words, my day is 32 hours.

You study 8 hours more than others every day, and your comprehension is superior. What? Are you worthy of disobeying me who has the Velvet Room? He has already imagined himself becoming the top student in his grade.

......

The rain was getting heavier, and the gray clouds piled up in the sky looked like white powder peeling off the roof.

Fortunately, Amamiya Ren didn't carry a schoolbag, so he didn't have to worry about his textbooks getting wet in the rain... He was too lazy to carry it home, and as for homework... A true master of involution wouldn't leave homework until home to complete it. Since that day when he broke up the "bullying offensive" arranged by Kamoshida, no one dared to bother Amamiya Ren anymore. Even if he didn't go to school for a week, no one dared to bump into his desk. The students avoided a dangerous person with an official backing from the bottom of their hearts.

The so-called "bullying offensive" was actually mainly driven by the sports clubs that followed Kamoshida and the bad guys who were eager to improve their status. Most students didn't dare to cause trouble for Amamiya Ren. Being instigated by the environment, they were already at their limit. If they were expected to break through their limits and personally interfere with the campus life of a "terrorist", they would have to find a way to surpass humans.

It's funny, ever since Joker used his body to issue a death warrant to the bad guys, well, they basically took sick leave the next day and didn't dare to go to school.

The grass had inadvertently turned a melancholy yellow, and the beautiful crabapple blossoms shivered in the sound of the rain, hanging their heads, with tears in their eyes, sighing at their miserable fate.

Amamiya Ren was also sighing. He might be late. I got up so early...

"So, are you okay?" He pulled up the yellow-haired man who had fallen beside him.

The other person cried out in pain, and Amamiya Ren almost thought he was trying to scam her.

Fortunately, Huangmao finally recovered and thanked repeatedly.

He forced a warm smile, "Um, my name is Sakamoto Ryuji, thank you very much..."

Sakamoto Ryuji stopped talking.

Now it was the Kaito's turn to smile at him, "My name is Amamiya Ren. We should be in the same class."

Ryuji Sakamoto from Class D-1 felt that he was really unlucky.

How did he meet the most terrifying delinquent in the school...Some people look like delinquents, but they are not; some people look like good students, but they are actually very ruthless and are the worst of the bad.

Amamiya Ren fully demonstrated his willingness to help others by helping Sakamoto Ryuji get on the train. In fact, he was just using the umbrella.

That was the end of the interaction between the two.

One is thinking about how to strangle Kamo Shida in the Mind Palace.

One is thinking about how to escape from Amamiya Ren.

In fact, Ryuji also wanted to strangle Kamoshida to death, but he wanted to escape from Amamiya Ren's grasping range first.

As a sports student, he is always well-informed about strange things. For example, from the conversations with seniors, I learned that this tough guy sent a senior to the hospital a week after transferring to the school. Everyone said it was "gas poisoning", and then he sent 13 bad guys back home "bedridden". The victims all said that it had absolutely nothing to do with Amamiya Ren. I heard that the parents who had doubts went to the Metropolitan Police Department to report the case, but they took samples at the scene but could not find any evidence.

Now even the principal has to consider the consequences of expelling Ren Amamiya from school.

(Today is full of classes, so I am so busy. I also have to revise the banned chapter 010, so I only updated one chapter with 3k words.)

Dry weather: 018. Takemi Clinic (3K)

At the end of the second class in the morning, the two people walked into the teaching building. Amamiya Ren dragged Sakamoto Ryuji into the health room without explanation. He needed him to produce a certificate of injury to exempt himself from the lateness penalty.

The window surface was covered with chaotic traces left by the dancing rain, like a sketch draft rushed out by a fresh graduate from the Academy of Fine Arts late at night. The straight-tube fluorescent lamp embedded in the ceiling emitted a gentle halo. There was a small bed with a curtain drawn, and bottles and jars were placed on the clean table. The air was filled with a pungent smell of alcohol.

The teacher in a white coat soon brought out Ryuji Sakamoto. The problem child with dyed yellow hair, who was often "taken care of" by the teachers and instructors of the academy, had a gray face and looked lost, as if his spine had been pulled out.

"He must be seriously injured, right?" Amamiya Ren asked tentatively, but she already had the answer in her mind. That's good, because this way the instructor won't force his lateness record just because the wounded are not seriously injured.