Tokyo Trickster

The boy walked into the teaching building, folded his umbrella and held it in his hand.

When the bell rang, the students found their friends and formed small groups. They left the classroom in twos and threes and enjoyed the leisure time between classes in the corridor.

But this lively and cozy atmosphere soon froze. It was as cold as a cold winter, and everything was quiet, with only the whispers between friends.

They looked at Amamiya Ren with different expressions, as if he was holding a blood-stained samurai sword. The shiny blade reflected the light, ready to chop down the next enemy at any time.

"Hey, hey, hey, that guy is..."

"Hush! I heard that he has maliciously hurt people many times."

"I remember him being a famous fiction writer?"

"The material is all from my own real life. It turns out I have killed someone before!"

"It's so scary, don't look him in the eye..."

It was not until the transfer student went up the stairs to the second floor that the voices of the students returned to normal, and they intentionally or unintentionally squeezed out a kind of "gratefulness" for having "survived the disaster." It seemed that this would make them sociable and avant-garde, and cater to the topics that teachers and friends were concerned about.

Amamiya Ren wondered if he could pull out a samurai sword from his umbrella to chop into pieces those guys that were buzzing like flies, but an umbrella is just an ordinary umbrella. If he pulled the umbrella handle hard like in various spy movies, he would only destroy this Kumamon and Sword Art Online joint peripheral that he bought at a discounted price of 2880 yen.

He could only hold the sword like a samurai in the Edo period, holding back the sharpness, and walk through the crowd's attention, heading straight to the mansion where his lord was, amidst looks of either fear or disgust.

Report - General Kawakami! Samurai Amamiya wants to see you!

Let him wait outside the court for a while while you guys leave first.

The ministers bowed, pushed open the office door and filed out, returning to their classrooms, joining their respective small groups which had been waiting for a long time, and continued chatting about the interesting things that happened during the summer vacation.

It was the beginning of September, and high school students had just finished their wonderful summer vacation. When they returned to school, they seemed to have endless topics to talk about, from love to travel to gossip, or new clothes and movies. No matter how serious the teacher's face was or how he scolded, he could not suppress the fire in the hearts of young people that grew with puberty.

At this moment, Amamiya Ren is meeting the master of the first-grade D class he will attend, the Chinese teacher, General Kawakami Sadashiro.

Come closer. The general didn't say anything, but with just a simple look, Amamiya Ren understood what he meant.

The samurai respectfully placed the "katana" in his hand horizontally in the corner, then took small steps closer.

"This is your student ID, keep it," Kawakami Sadaya handed him a card.

"Yes, General" was about to come out of his mouth. Amamiya Ren's eyes were like swords, and when he saw that they were all colleagues of the general, his expression became more respectful, and he looked very gentle. If he hadn't been punished by the Metropolitan Police Department, the teachers who met him for the first time would really think of him as a good student who liked to study.

Kawakami Sadyo was helpless with this student's obviously deliberate obedience, which gave her a headache. "The class is about to start. I'll take you to introduce yourself first. Remember not to cause any trouble."

"The teacher has the final say," the boy on the verge of dropping out of school answered repeatedly.

The head teacher nodded with satisfaction. She felt that Amamiya Ren was a student who could understand the situation and atmosphere, and she did not prick herself until her hands were covered in blood as she had expected a few days ago.

I have to say that Kawakami Sadyo has a talent for prophecy. Today's Amamiya Ren will probably be the last time she looks like this in front of her in the next three years.

Click, click, the chalk wrote three neat Chinese characters on the blackboard.

Amamiya Ren turned around and faced the classmates who had stopped chatting at some point. The cheerful atmosphere in the classroom was killed a minute ago.

"Murderer..." A girl lowered her head, not daring to look him in the eye, and muttered to herself.

"A violent maniac." Someone responded.

"I heard that he always carries a knife and illegal drugs with him."

"That's enough. I have to go to the same school with this kind of person for the next three years..."

"What is this? A super bad guy?" A boy held his head in his hands as if he was pretending to be a bad guy.

"..."

The transfer student ignored the overflowing hostility coming from the whispers, "Haa, good morning everyone, my name is Amamiya Ren, that's all."

A brief self-introduction without any characteristics.

It would be fine if it was just ordinary. Amamiya Ren didn't want to stand on the podium for even a second longer. He was not stage-frightened, but he was worried that the increasingly active madman would cater to the ideas of this group of people and suddenly come out to join in the fun.

And then, the beautiful life he had planned long ago was turned into a mess.

"Amemiya-san, just sit here..." Kawakami Sadyo was a little hesitant, her eyes wandering around the class, and all the students whose eyes were touched showed expressions of resistance or disgust.

"How about this, I'll arrange for you to sit there," the head teacher pointed to the corner of the classroom, a row by the window.

Amamiya Ren stuffed her shriveled schoolbag into her desk, sat upright, and smiled at every classmate who looked at her... Damn, why should I smile?

He realized this and silently retracted his smile, cursing Joker in his heart. His left hand, which was on the inside of the seat, unconsciously played with the newly issued student ID.

The plastic card was flipped deftly between his fingertips, leaving an afterimage.

"Next is physical education class, everyone please get along well," Kawakami Sadyo said and left the classroom, leaving the students looking at each other in confusion.

“Is this true?” someone lamented.

"Well, physical education class is about to start. Even a delinquent can't deal with that man." The friend with an admiring look on his face nudged his sighing friend with his elbow.

"That's right. After all, Kamoshida-sensei is an Olympic champion... the emperor of volleyball, right!"

"We must teach him a lesson!"

"Shh! Keep your voice down!" The girl in the front row noticed that Amamiya Ren was paying attention to her, and quickly stopped the conversation of the people at the back table.

"Sorry! Sorry!" They closed their mouths carefully.

The young man, who was the center of public opinion, fell into deep thought.

I can no longer be a marginal person. Oh no... This is terrible. I have to meet that physical education teacher who obviously dislikes me.

The other party is even a person with great say in this school.

Is it really coming? School bullying or something.

Oh, I'm looking forward to it--

Joker, shut up, Amamiya Ren cursed inwardly, and after the bell rang, she followed the classmates who left the table and went downstairs to the gymnasium next to the teaching building.

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Dry weather: 006. No stick is strong forever (4K)

Raindrops fell intermittently along the square eaves, like the broken strings of a zither. With a clear ticking sound, the water droplets reflected the bright white light of the teaching building, shattered in the puddles on the wet marble steps, and bloomed into hazy water splashes.

In the gymnasium of Shujin High School, Kamoshida Taku held a volleyball in his right hand, enjoying the respectful or admiring gazes of the students, his smug look revealed in his undisguised smile, "I don't think you guys practiced during the summer vacation, right? Then, today we will continue to learn the basic techniques of volleyball serving, padding and passing."

The boys and girls in sportswear lined up neatly beside the net, creating a harmonious scene of teachers and students imparting knowledge and solving problems...

The above are all Amamiya Ren’s fantasies before she transferred to another school.

He really didn't expect that all the bad news about him would be exposed so quickly, widely circulated on campus, and even had a tendency to spread outside the school. Students definitely don't have the ability to get detailed information about a transfer student they have never met, so it can only be that a teacher deliberately exposed and spread it.

Everyone looked at the new students in the team vaguely. Their intentions of being on guard and vigilant were not concealed. Amamiya Ren could clearly feel the deliberate exclusion. They formed small "solid and stable" groups, used similar topics and interests to win over each other's feelings, and then called each other "friends".

The sound of rain outside the gymnasium continued. After the warm-up activities, everyone received a volleyball and found a place to practice.

I thought I would just muddle through like this until the end of get out of class...

Just before the bell rang for the end of get out of class, the physical education teacher came up to me with an almost joking expression.

"The new Amamiya-san."

Kamoshida Taku grabbed my shoulder, very hard, pinching it painfully. He looked at the students from other classes who were doing physical training around the sideline of the court a little further away. There were the second-year seniors.

The short-sleeved shorts perfectly highlight the girls' youthful beauty, and their white thighs are reflected in the light, making them look as delicate and smooth as jade.

"Teacher, is there anything wrong?" At this point, I had to pretend to be panicked.

In fact, I was very dissatisfied with him and even had feelings that were tantamount to hatred.

I want to take out the student ID card when he is most relaxed, quietly cut a cross pattern on the throat of this former Olympic champion, he will resist violently because of pain and fear, and then blood will continue to flow out of the broken trachea, his body will quickly lose temperature, his muscles will stiffen, his skin will be cold and gray, and I will appreciate the despair of powerlessness and struggle that he instinctively reveals when he is dying. No, no, no, I can't do this, it's too boring, I have to...

Amamiya Ren shuddered and suddenly realized that something was wrong with her.

"Amamiya!" Kamoshida was somewhat dissatisfied with Amamiya Ren's distraction and pushed him on the back, "You should have played volleyball before, right?"

"I have come into contact with..." the transfer student answered subconsciously.

"You hit the ball beautifully. I can see you have some basic skills." The PE teacher's smile turned sinister. "Try for the volleyball club after school. Maybe you can join the school team."

"Yes, thank you very much," Amamiya Ren was well aware that the other party wanted to put her in a territory where she would be completely at his mercy and teach her a lesson, so as to reaffirm her heroic image among the students. That kind of purely selfish malice was really annoying.

I must take good precautions. I might as well take a sick leave after school. I feel so ashamed to leave the front line of study because I got a fever due to being caught in the rain.

Unfortunately, what he didn't expect was that Kamoshida never thought of taking action himself from beginning to end.

The news that "the transfer student who committed malicious acts will soon join the Shujin volleyball team" had spread like wildfire, and not long after the class was over, both classmates and seniors knew about it.

Along with this came the criticism that "Amamiya Ren bullied his classmates the day before he entered school to coerce Kamoshida teacher to invite him to join the club to gain fame and fortune." In fact, if you think about it carefully, you can find the loopholes and falsehood in it.

However, no one questioned the authenticity of the story from the beginning to the end. The school leaders and teachers who knew the truth seemed to be blind and allowed the students who were instigated by public opinion to cause trouble for Amamiya Ren. After all, the "perpetrator" was just a new transfer student with a bad record, and the two "victims" were the monitor of the first-year class D, a good-tempered and introverted excellent student, Yuki Mishima, and Mr. Kamoshida, who was full of honors and respected by teachers and students.

Furthermore, Kamoshida did send an invitation to Amamiya Ren to join the club.

A student reporter from campus news said, "The teacher's face is very ugly, and he is very disgusted with Amamiya. The details will be reported further tomorrow..."

Young boys and girls will only praise Taku Kamoshida as a perfect teacher who is willing to sacrifice himself to protect his students and prevent them from being bullied, and will never pursue the truth of the matter.

It's hard to guard against... Without any help from anyone, Amamiya Ren, who was the center of public opinion, didn't realize how bad her situation was until trouble struck.

During lunch break, the transfer student who was happily eating a lunch box bought from a convenience store in a dark corner of the school courtyard was surrounded by a group of tall and strong seniors from the sports department.

There are almost no idle people visiting here, and there are no cameras. Occasionally, couples in early love will secretly make out here. It is a quiet place, and the competition is first come first served. But this peaceful and peaceful paradise soon welcomed its first batch of invaders.

"You must be the transfer student named Amamiya Ren," a member of the basketball club who looked to be about 1.9 meters tall asked him.

"Is there anything I can help you with, seniors?" Amamiya Ren lived up to his character setting, and he tried hard to show a panic-stricken fear.

"You did something disgusting, don't you know anything about it?!" Someone angrily raised his fist and wanted to hit Amamiya Ren in the face. Kamoshida, who holds an Olympic gold medal, is undoubtedly an idol, a star, and a benchmark for pursuing dreams for the students who love sports in this school. They can't stand that their perfect teacher in their hearts suffers such grievances. Disgusted

Amamiya Ren quietly put down her lunch box. The character she had prepared yesterday had now been declared scrapped.

No, I...it seems like my character has been untenable since the beginning.

He looked at those athletes who were full of anger and didn't care about their performance at all, and finally realized that it was impossible to pretend to be a good student in such a deliberately manipulated public opinion environment.

Amamiya Ren is frantically devising a plan to escape.

But the basketball club player, who had not received a satisfactory answer, suddenly pulled his collar and glared at his dark gray eyes.

The punishment for malicious wounding was spread through rumors and turned into an unimaginably bad rumor. No one wanted to cause trouble for themselves and get involved with such a bad person who was no different from a criminal.

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Bandwagon effect: refers to when an individual is influenced by a group (guided or pressured), he or she will doubt and change his or her own views, judgments and behaviors, and change in a direction consistent with the majority of the group. In other words, it means that an individual is influenced by a group and doubts and changes his or her own views, judgments and behaviors, etc., in order to be consistent with others.

When the enemy is no longer an individual, but the entire environment...

Bullying happens.

Everyone will think that Amamiya Ren is a criminal, pure evil, and that those who fight against him are pure justice. With the participation of peers and the acquiescence or even support of teachers, this behavior will be promoted into a trend, a "fashion".

There is no need to worry about being retaliated against, because everyone is your comrade-in-arms. You only need to enjoy the sense of justice and even vanity brought by fighting against criminals.

However, for these outstanding students in the Sports Department, although they were angry, they also knew that beating Amamiya Ren here might affect their future prospects, so they left after leaving behind a few dirty curses.

When Amamiya Ren returned to the classroom, his desk was covered with malicious graffiti and swear words with various markers, his empty schoolbag was soaked with water, and his bench was nowhere to be found.

Well, I'm mentally prepared.

He glanced around and received countless cold stares and sneers.

After removing his disguise, Amamiya Ren went to get a rag from the hygiene station with a blank expression, soaked it with water and brought it back to wipe the table. No one could see any frustration or anger on his face, only a bone-chilling calmness like the frozen lake on Mount Fuji.

It seemed as if everything was insignificant, just a child's acrobatics in front of adults.

I stuffed the schoolbag into the drawer and waited to take it home to wash it.

The last two classes of the terrible afternoon ended and the school bell rang early.

But the real test comes after school.

On the way to the volleyball club's activity room, Amamiya Ren was surrounded by a group of bad guys as expected. These bad guys, who were hated by the teachers and despised by the good students, became heroes at this moment because they prevented Amamiya Ren from participating in the volleyball club's activities and vented the anger of Mr. Kamoshida.

I hope these guys can hit me gently... He leaned against the wall and crouched with his head in his hands, trying his best to protect his vital parts from the punches and kicks of the bad guys.

There were many people watching, but no video was taken due to legal reasons. However, a complex enthusiasm and excitement flowed in their eyes. Their mood at this moment was similar to that of the common people who watched the bloody fights between gladiators and wild beasts in the Roman Colosseum thousands of years ago. The consciousness of resistance that could not be realized personally was reflected in their appreciation of the violence of group fights, appreciation of the trampling of the weak, appreciation of the execution of self-perceived justice... The pressure accumulated in life and study, the expectations placed on them by their parents and relatives, were released with the cheers in their hearts and with the increasing number of bruises and lumps on Amamiya Ren's body.

Any evil will eventually be brought to justice... This is what Amamiya Ren thought before he lost consciousness. In fact, he was not injured enough to fall into a coma.

It was just that a person who had been sleeping for a long time suddenly woke up and was ready to watch a lively performance. He forcibly took away the control of his body.

Seeing Amamiya Ren lying on the ground like a corpse, not moving at all, some people spat at her, some sneered. The bad guys returned victorious, and the popular group that looked down on them in the past also gave them a rare smile.

Only when everyone around him had left did "Amamiya Ren" slowly wake up. He carefully arranged his messy school uniform and tied his tie, as if it was an exquisite and expensive handmade suit. He picked up his schoolbag covered with shoe prints and his mobile phone with a cracked screen that had fallen to the ground, and walked away slowly with his back to the sunset.

In the chaos of the fight just now, the pair of plain glasses without prescription were accidentally stepped on and broken.