Pirate's Freedom

The next day, the last class in the morning for Grade [-] F was English.

"hose, which, that, hy..."

"These are the correlatives of attributive clauses, the commonly used relative pronouns and relative adverbs, and the usage and relationships have also been explained."

Writing the last example sentence on the blackboard, Porusalino put down the chalk in his hand.

"As of today, I have been teaching you for a week, but...it seems..."

Dusting off the chalk dust, he took two steps on the podium in the sight of the students.

"Maybe it's because I haven't left any homework, so everyone doesn't seem to have a deep impression on me."

"Hey, how could it be? Mr. Porusalino, we have already investigated you."

Perhaps because of his lazy posture, there were already active students in the class who dared to joke boldly.

"But a teacher told me that the English scores of Class F in the second year were not good in the past, so I should pay more attention to it."

Porusalino touched his chin and said thoughtfully.

"In this case... it might be better to leave more homework."

"Eh eh eh——?"

"please do not--!"

There was a lot of dissatisfaction.

"Oh yo yo, is the opposition so fierce? To be honest, teacher, I envy Japan's loose education policy."

Porusalino suddenly changed his tone.

"Teacher, I think if you can understand it just by attending class, then there is no need to leave homework,"

"That's right, that's fine now!"

"You will study well even if you don't leave any homework!"

The students all echoed in agreement.

"But I have to worry about the students' level, so I'm also very troubled,"

"What should I do? So I thought of a way..."

Stopping, Porusalino turned around.

"get out of class ends in two ten minutes."

He looked up at the clock on the wall and then at the students in the audience.

"Use this time to take quizzes and assess how well everyone is learning in class,"

"..."

No one said anything at this time. Where Porusalino looked, most of the students lowered their heads.

"Wow, it's actually a test. Hey, are you sure?"

In front of Hikigaya, two people lowered their heads and whispered.

"Too bad, I haven't had any homework these days. I haven't even opened an English book when I got home."

"Please tidy up the table, I'm going to hand out the test papers."

Taking out a stack of blank test papers, Porusalino walked off the stage.

……

The clock on the wall is ticking, and the second hand is ticking.

The sound of a mechanical pencil scratching across the paper is rustling, intertwined into a brisk and swift sound.

"Reminder, there are still 3 minutes."

As Porusalino walked by, the legs of the chair scraped against the ground, making a short sound.

"It's over in one minute."

The sound of turning paper sounded like ocean waves.

"Okay, time's up, everyone, put down your pens."

Taking advantage of the time, Porusalino clapped his hands.

The next moment, the sounds of tables and chairs shaking and the sounds of breathing came one after another.

"It's so dangerous~ I almost ran out of answers."

"Isn't it a quiz? There are so many questions!"

"Hey, Ye Shan, what do you choose for the third question?"

The students were whispering to each other in front, back, left and right.

"Okay, the test is over."

Standing on the podium, you can clearly see the small movements of the students below.

"Now please exchange your test papers and give scores to your classmates."

"what……"

The students in the audience looked at each other, and then looked at the teacher behind the podium.

Results will not be made public and will only be disclosed to the individual. This is part of Japan’s educational policy of “burden reduction and stress reduction”.

"Teacher...this is not good."

Exuding the aura of being the dominant figure in the class, a handsome boy with a sunny appearance suddenly spoke up.

"Oh, get out of class is about to end. It seems we have to hurry up. Now everyone can leave their seats temporarily and exchange their test papers."

Porusalino said, pressing his hands on the podium.

"..."

It was hard to tell whether it was because of the strange pressure in Porusalino's eyes that caused the students to look away.

Anyway, after a moment's hesitation, there was a loud sound of people moving chairs and getting up.

"Just feel free to do whatever you want, just don't keep your own test papers in your own hands."

Although he said this, he would basically only exchange with his close friends. In this scenario, Hikigaya's situation immediately became apparent.

No one would look at him, and no one would come to him. Hikigaya sat motionless in his seat.

[What are you doing... Mr. Porusalino...]

Before he fell into a miserable situation that made him want to cry.

"Autistic man, give me your paper."

With an alert look like a deer on his face, Yuigahama looked around and walked a few steps quickly, then slapped his paper in front of Hikigaya.

"…Uh, here you go."

Taking Hikigaya's paper, Yuigahama quickly returned to the upper class of the class, a current group consisting of three men and three women.

"Yui, why are you going to the autistic man's place?"

"It's relief, relief, right, Yui?"

"Um...ah, no, no, I think..."

To be honest, the central figure in that group, a gorgeous girl with long blond curly hair wearing a modified uniform, was so loud that it made Hikigaya's ears hurt.

As the footsteps gradually became quieter, Porusalino spoke.

"Okay, everyone, exchange the papers in your hands again."

"Hey, I want more."

"Time is running out, please hurry up."

Porusalino urged slowly.

【This is over...】

Hikigaya's thoughts just came to mind.

The person in front suddenly turned around.

"Let's exchange Yuigahama's test papers."

"..."

For some reason, Hikigaya felt a little reluctant to give up.

"The next one is the third time."

[Whatever, hurry up]

Everyone's mentality was almost the same this time, and many boys began to take the test papers from the girls around them.

"Okay, everyone, go back to your seats. I'll read out the answers and everyone will rate them."

Also holding a blank test paper in his hand, Porusalino looked at the questions and spoke out.

"Choose C for the first question, B for the second question, and BC for the third question——"

"Eh...is it a multiple-choice question?"

Sporadic exclamations sounded.

"Although I didn't explain it in advance, as a student, I have to consider this situation."

"Teacher, how could this happen~"

"Choose D for the next fourth question. Oh, this question also has a little trap. Let's see how many people find it..."

Circle the right ones and tick the wrong ones. As Porusalino's voice sounded quietly, the students silently judged their classmates' test papers.

The quiet atmosphere continued until the answer to the last question was announced.

"Hey, Yamato, look at your paper."

The backbone of the opposition to homework, Golden Retriever, who looked like a delinquent, lowered his body and strode to the desk of a big man.

"97 points."

"Really?"

A somewhat surprised but not that surprised voice asked.

"Because Yamato, you only got two questions wrong."

"94 points!"

As the score was being scored, someone shouted in a low voice.

"Hey, Tobe, your score is 94!"

Hearing his name ringing, the golden retriever quickly slipped back to his seat.

"Didn't you retake your English in the last grade test?"

"Work hard secretly, you cunning guy."

"How should I say...hehe..."

"Wow, isn't this all a circle?"

"It's so easy, I answered everything."

"I was also surprised. When I answered the question, I thought it was an illusion."

Excited conversations arose from everywhere, gradually converging into a din.

The teacher's voice sounded at the right time.

"Okay, after finishing the results, please write your name on the test paper, and then pass the test paper up."

After a while, after looking through the test papers he received, Porusalino raised his head.

"I did some statistics and found that 100 students scored 5 points and 95 students scored above 17 points. Unfortunately, there are no students with scores below 90 points."

The voice paused, and in the eyes of nervous, expectant, proud, and curious eyes, Porusalino said.

"Of course, since you did so well in the exam, I have no reason to leave homework for you anymore."

"here you go!"

"awesome!"

"Oh--!"

The second-year Class F students cheered with the momentum of being shortlisted for the national competition.

"You may think these questions are very easy."

Polusalino spoke.

"Yes, it's really simple."

"Oh yo~"

Porusalino made a fuss.

"It took a lot of effort on my part."

"Thank you, teacher."

"Thank you for your hard work, teacher!"

Gentle laughter sounded in the classroom.

"But there is a small problem here. These are the unified central examination questions across the country last year."

Polusalino said.

"As for the third question, according to the information I saw, the correct rate for this question should be 1.5%, but it seems that three students in the class got the answer wrong."

After a moment of silence.

"Haha! Mr. Porusalino is so funny~"

"What a great joke, I was shocked~"

"Stop joking, teacher, how is it possible?"

The laughter grew louder.

"I'll leave the test paper here after class, so you can check it yourself when you go back."

The center of his gaze was answered by Porusalino.

"..."

The atmosphere in the classroom gradually became silent.

"real or fake……"

A girl with glasses made a low murmur.

"real……"

The little boy touched his round head.

"So...am I so powerful?"

"The classes these days have been very relaxed. I think if everyone works harder, it is not impossible for Tokyo University, that is, the University of Tokyo."

Porusalino said lightly.

"You are surprisingly powerful. Maybe you just didn't find the right method before, but you are actually all geniuses."

"..."

Something seemed to be brewing in the air.

"Just kidding..."

The students turned their heads and looked around in disbelief.

"Are we really that powerful..."

The four eyes looked at each other, and the corners of their mouths could not stop raising, their noses were constantly twitching, and their eyes were shining with light.

Although no one shouted, it was obvious that the high mood was about to overflow from the chest.

……

Why can't you understand?

What exactly don’t you understand?

This gap that every educator faces is not so difficult for Porusalino to cross.

How well do students master the knowledge being taught? Do they understand it or not?

These are things that often can only be understood through asking questions and taking exams, and Porusalino understood them clearly at a glance.

Using different light-related moves, he shines with yellow light and is nicknamed Kizaru, and has the highest combat power in the Navy.

The ability to react with the ability to control the Shining Fruit, and the ability to observe and analyze the battlefield situation in an instant.

The subtle expressions on the students' faces, the unconscious movements of their bodies, the sounds they see, hear, see, and feel.

The smallest doubts and confusions are still vivid, and the course content and progress can be adjusted anytime and anywhere with the most timely feedback.

A simple sentence is spoken, and the information in it connects several knowledge points.

Let some students consolidate the foundation and allow other students to continue to deepen. The weak will not be left behind, and the strong will not be slowed down. Even if such things seem unbelievable to ordinary people, Porusalino can easily do it.

On the battlefield, Porusalino calmly analyzed the situation and captured countless pirates with lightning-fast moves.

Porusalino on the podium.

Relying on gestures, language and movements, he used chalk to stir up the students' thoughts and play a symphony of thinking.

……

"Actually, I set these questions myself. They are only at the junior high school level at best. Most high school students can easily get full marks."

"..."

Like an inflated balloon being popped, the jubilant atmosphere instantly cooled down, and there was a dead silence under the podium.

"What, no one is laughing? Oh yo yo, it seems this joke is not funny."

Just at this moment, the lunch break bell rang harshly.

"That's it for this class, we're over."

Putting the test paper on the podium, Porusalino turned and walked out of the classroom.

"In the real world and your ideal self, how much can you believe in yourself? The teacher is curious, no, looking forward to it."