disqualified hero

"Teacher, teacher."

"..."

"Teacher, Ifushi-sensei!"

"..."

A plain white hand suddenly lay horizontally in front of Jingfu Yuer's eyes, shaking up and down, and the latter came back to his senses and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Banzhai, I was thinking about something just now and didn't notice it."

[Ms. Ifuku is not very sensitive to his own name. ]

[For ordinary people, even if someone says their name from a distance, they can still hear it. It seems that the human brain has the ability to distinguish one's name from thousands of different voices. This is also a human instinct , but Mr. Ifuku has a weird sense of strangeness to his name, sometimes you call him, he will not respond. ]

Ban Zhai had some thoughts, but didn't say anything. She sat back in her seat and reached out to turn over a page.

She is preparing for the next painting, and her parents have high expectations for this painting, hoping that it will win domestic and foreign awards and add luster to Banzhai's image.

She is a model for young people in the upper class, with exquisite appearance, decent posture, decent smile, top grades, and outstanding artistic talent. Practice and talent, it is a pity that Ban Zhaixin's sense of sound is not excellent, it is too difficult to escape from the world, fortunately she is interested in painting, according to the first teacher, "Ah Xin is quite talented in painting, The patterns she draws have soul, which is different from the rigid tracing."

Because of these two comments, she has been with the paintbrush since kindergarten, and it has been more than ten years.

"Have you figured out the theme?" Jing Fu asked, "The theme for the next painting."

"No." Banzhai said, "I'm still looking for inspiration."

There should be a distance between male and female teachers and students. Even in the office, the door must be open, and it is best to have a third person present. It is unheard of to go to the residence without permission, but the communication between Banzhai and Ibuku has been maintained for nearly a year. Most of the time, she didn't come to paint, but just sat on the leather sofa to borrow Jing Fu's terrifying collection of books and listen to his high-spirited talks.

If it is necessary to define the relationship between the two, Banzhai would like to call Ibushi his "mentor".

"What are you looking at?"

"Altamira."

"Oh." Jing Fu snorted softly, "Prehistoric caves, Paleolithic murals, human treasures."

"You said." Banzhai said, "I am looking for inspiration from past experience, and I am doing this."

"Most of the time, they are useful." Jing Fu said, "From the point of view of a certain religion, the simpler the form of life is, the more infinite it is, and the more information it can receive. They regard eggs as the most perfect form between heaven and earth. One, babies before their first cry can sense the universe. I don’t advocate this. You know, babies without hands and feet can’t transmit information, so we can push forward a little bit, and look at the early childhood, if we grow up To find the root of the original appearance, we must explore the experience of childhood, and when exploring modern art, we might as well look at the vitality in the paintings of primitive people, Altamira's paintings are depicting nature."

Banzhai has long discovered that "past", "present" and "future" always appear in Ibushi's syllogisms, as if for him these three words about time and space are the source of everything.

"Then what were you looking at?"

"do not you know?"

[ha?asked inexplicably. ]

"Of course I don't know." Banzhai said.

"Before you came, I went around the flower garden downstairs twice."

[Ah, I'm saying something inexplicable again. ]

"For the flower garden, the scenery is the same every day, and the flowers there are not grown naturally, but cultivated, and there is no sense of originality."

"Although there is no sense of originality, it has a good acquired man-made landscape." There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, Ban Zhai really couldn't understand the meaning of his smile, whether it was approval or ridicule, love or disgust?

"Let's look for inspiration, Banzhai-kun." He said, "The paintings for the competition need to be well prepared."

……

[Randid smell. ]

[It's the stench of corpses. ]

The smell in the flower garden is terrible, the smell of flowers cannot overwhelm the smell of corpses, and the smell of corpses cannot overwhelm the fragrance of flowers, the two are mixed together, sweet, strong, fishy, ​​good and bad are entangled with each other, and the smell penetrates one by one. In Odasaku's nasal cavity, his expression didn't change, he just walked along the road, walked through the woods, walked through the ribbons woven by fireflies, and passed through the phantom in his heart——

At the end of the light strip, there is nothing.

No, there are.

He paused and looked down at the dead body lying in the nursery. The human body was clearly divided into two parts, and the left side was intact. Whether it was human hair, skin or posture, they were very peaceful. Odasaku knew people's death well. After the body changes, he has reason to think that there are fillers in the human body, otherwise his cheeks would not be so full.

But on the right side of the equal division, the scene in front of his eyes is much more terrifying. First, part of the skin of the person has been peeled off, and what he sees are not so much the human body as the muscles under the human skin. Secondly, these muscles There are corroded holes on it. These holes are definitely not formed by the spontaneous combustion and decay of the human body, but by the application of external forces.

In a broad sense, you can say that it is perverted and human remains, but there must be some people who pursue death, chaos, and incompleteness. They can see the sense of art from it, and it is a work.

He calmly took out his mobile phone, "咔咔咔" are just a few photos, some from top to bottom, and some clear photos of enlarged wounds. Odasaku analyzed the source of the wound while taking pictures, and then sent the photos to Tsushima .

[Sharp weapon cuts, burns, and corrosiveness should have been poured with chemical solvents. It’s so pitiful. Compared with killing, the criminal’s behavior is completely desecrating the corpse. I don’t know if it was skinned while alive or after death. ]

He couldn't help but look at the other half of his body that was intact. The contrast between the two sides was too great.

/ Where was it found? /

/ It's a flower garden, I know. /

/You wait there, protect yourself, I'll be right over. /

Shuji Tsushima answered almost in seconds, and Odasaku was distracted, guessing the other party's expression now, is he very surprised, there is a smile on the corner of his mouth, or is he serious and expressionless?

[It’s not certain, if you smile, it’s completely abnormal, but if you don’t smile, it doesn’t seem to fit his personality. ]

For some reason, the rancid smell that lingered on the tip of the nose just now has faded away. Others may not be aware of it when they are used to the smell, but Odasaku's five senses are more sensitive. Almost as soon as the smell subsides, he turns his head away from the phone. The screen was pulled out.

however……

"Ah," he said, "it's gone."

In front of him was an empty nursery.

……

"Well."

Shuji Tsushima was standing opposite the nursery. He looked at the flowers in front of him and fell silent.

"Sure enough, it's a supernatural ability." Oda Saku said.

"Sure, but it's hard to say what kind of supernatural power it is." Tsushima took out disposable plastic gloves from his bag, the kind used by doctors, and groped on the lawn after putting them on.

"In short, the dead body exists, right." Oda Saku also squatted down, "The flowers are crushed."

If the flowers are still standing up, Odasaku will have to wonder if he is hallucinating, but the flowers here are a little drooping, obviously collapsed by heavy objects, and they can be used to judge, not long ago , there were dead bodies in the nursery.

"Of course." Shuji Tsushima said, "When I came in, I also smelled rotten." He said, "It smells worse than vomit."

"The corpse was moved, right?" Oda said, "An ability of teleportation?"

"It should be more than that." Shuji Tsushima stood up, flicking the non-existent dust on his straight suit pants, "Go back."

"Hey?"

[Are you going back now? ]

"If you're here, you can't see anything." He said lightly, "Let's go, it's not a cover-up, the corpse should be transported to another place, no matter what, there is no trace of supernatural power here."

[Hey, how do you know? ] Odasaku was quite curious, but he didn’t ask aloud. He has an intuition for secrets, and knows that some things should be asked and some things should not be asked, but the different ability is undoubtedly a secret. ability.

[You will always know when you should know. ]

"Why don't you ask?" Tsujima Shuji took the initiative to say, "About supernatural powers, illusions, etc., why can I assert that you are not curious?"

"I'm definitely curious." Oda Saku said, "But whether you say it or not is up to you, Tsushima. If you don't say anything now, you probably have a plan."

"You really believe me." He raised his voice at the end, and the whole sentence seemed to be floating on the clouds.

"Ah." Oda said, "I have always believed in you."

……

Draw, draw, draw!

Create, create, create!

"What are you drawing, Tokai-kun?"

[Why? ]

Dong Haixiang raised his head too abruptly, and saw the face of the new transfer student. He was half squatting, with his elbows resting on his desk, the corners of his eyes drooping, and the corners of his mouth raised. His face was extremely innocent. His pupils seemed to be brown. There are bright spots, but it is not pitch black after all. In various senses, he is Dong Hai's favorite "person with light in his eyes".

There were very few people like this, and most of the eyes and mouths in the class seemed to him to be swirls, which were smeared randomly with thick black crayons, circling all the time.

His impression of Shuji Tsushima is that the new transfer student is very popular, and he seems to have a good impression of Mr. Ibushi.

"Take care of me a little bit, Tokai-kun." Shuji Tsushima stared at the other's painting like a piece of brown candy and started talking to himself: "So you are painting Ophelia, but you are not painting rice. Reis' works, what are you painting, a pure woman in your heart?"

Here I have to use pen and ink to describe the works of Tokai Shota. From the perspective of painting skills, his works are undoubtedly low-level and untrained, and they are indeed shocking in terms of artistic conception.Using white paper as a base, he first outlined the image with a pencil, and first drew a river with short, scribbled strokes.

"Is this a river?" Shuji Tsushima asked.

"No." Donghai said, "it's a swamp."

"Ophelia in the swamp," Shuji Tsushima said, "the intention is not pure at all."

In short, there are plants around the swamp, full of dead branches, low bushes and the like, spiders weaving webs on the branches of the bushes, and owls hanging upside down on the dead branches.

"Why not a crow?" he asked again.

"The crow is a divine bird and cannot appear here."

Dong Hai seemed to be more talkative, at least he didn't have any cold eyebrows at Shuji Tsushima, he answered all the questions asked about painting one by one, and soon he began to draw a round ball on the surface of the swamp, this time He saw it, and asked Donghai: "Is it Ophelia's head?"

"Yes." Donghai said, "Her lower body is sunken in the swamp, and only her head is exposed from the upper body. Ophelia's eyes are closed, and her long golden brown hair is floating on the surface of the swamp. Her expression should be very holy." For the lower body, I hope to draw it in perspective, scavengers in the swamp may bite her flesh."

"It takes a while for scavengers to bite meat. If her lower body is a skeleton, her upper body can't be intact, let alone a peaceful expression." Shuji Tsushima said, "That's a paradox."

"It is a paradox in real life, but in the art world, anything can happen." Donghai said lightly, "Imagination, if there is no imagination, there will be no art."

"Did Ifuku-sensei say that?"

"I don't need Teacher Jingfu to say such a simple matter." Donghai said, "But you, buzzing around me like a fly, do you have any intentions?"

"Intent." Tsujima Shuji's smile was still cute, "I just want to make friends with you." His smiling eyes opened a crack, "It's not a friend with the meaning of bullying, but an ordinary friend who can talk friend."

"Huh." Donghai made a sound through his nose, he squinted at Shuji Tsushima, his expression is unbelievably more relaxed than before, in short, he is not a simple poker face, "no matter what bad idea you are playing , I advise you to stop."

[It's strange that he has no malice at all. ]

"In this school, as long as you have a relationship with me, it will bring misfortune. It has nothing to do with whether your grades are good or bad, or whether you look good or not." Donghai sneered, "You think you can capture them with a good face , make girls like you more? In their dreams, they are egoists and social animals, and they will definitely distance themselves from those who are being bullied."

"If you want to live better, stay away from me, or bully me like them."

Shuji Tsushima looked at Shota Tokai for a while, then laughed out loud.

"Hahahahahahaha." He laughed until tears came out, "You guys are much more interesting than I thought."

[What, what? ]

[I don't understand how this guy's brain circuit is long. ]

"Look." But Shuji Tsushima also put on a negotiating attitude, "I've been bullied for a long time like you, I'll classify it as a traumatized person, most of the personalities are a bit weird, especially men, men The aggressiveness is stronger, and with long-term psychological depression, the possibility of perversion is far greater than others. I thought you would admit that kind of psychopathic fantasy killer, trying to kill everyone who bullied you. With sanctions or something."

"..."

"It turned out that it was not like that at all." Shuji Tsushima concluded, "You are such a good person."

"Inexplicable." Tokai Shota closed his notebook, returned to Tsushima with a poker face, and stopped talking.

For several days after that, Shuji Tsushima pestered each other, as if he was on good terms with his two brothers.

……

[Ah, this is the case again. ]

Oda was very confused. In a sense, he was amazed by the infinite creativity and strong action of the students in this school, especially their perseverance.

[Maybe top students are very persistent, otherwise they would not be able to persist in studying year after year. ]

He uses a trick to lock the room where he lives. If the mattress is thrown down by the students, they will not be able to sleep well tonight. The office is not protected, especially if all the life teachers share the same office, even if he has a way to prevent the students from entering , what about the other life teachers.

As a result, he was the first to arrive at the office every day to clear up the results of the previous day's students' pranks.

The first is the entrance.

Needless to say, someone must have entered the door yesterday. It can be seen just from the curly curls of the carpet bristles, and because of the water stains still left on the carpet, one can guess that there is a crumbling door full of water on the top of the door. of buckets.

[At this time, let’s admire their physical ability first. In various senses, the principle of leverage is well learned, and other auxiliary means may be added, otherwise, the height and width of the door will definitely not be able to support the bucket. ]

He used a bit of ingenuity, entered the door, caught the bucket firmly with his hand, and Oda Tsukuru let out a breath.

Then there are thumbtacks, frogs, etc., which are absolutely harmless threats to adults. If you are afraid of these students, you may be scared, but Odasaku doesn't feel it at all.

His desk was empty, and under the reminder of Shuji Tsushima, all the rare office supplies were moved back to the room, and the disaster index was 0.

"If they are not satisfied, they will never give up." He still remembers the appearance of Shuji Tsushima when he spoke. He was sitting on Oda Zuo's bed, the mattress was very elastic, and he was deeply sunken in it , Tsushima has a childlike innocence in line with his peers, and he will push and press on the bed.

"Ah, after all, it's a child, what kind of means will it have?"

"It should be an extreme method beyond your imagination." Shuji Tsushima asked, "There were women among the three people organized last time, right?"

"That's right." Oda Saku also reflected, "That's really a very bad method."

"Leave it to me." Shuji Tsushima's eyes flickered coldly.

"Teacher Oda." Boom, the second teacher came, but he didn't intend to enter the door, but tapped twice on the door with his fingers.

"The school leader is looking for you."

The expression on his face, how should I put it, was a mixture of humiliation and pity and strands of sympathy.

He looked at Odasaku as if he was looking at his future self.

[The roots of this school are rotten. ]

……

"Dazai-san."

Whisper.

"Dazai-san."

Whisper, whisper.

It's Plateau Puli.

"What's the matter, Takahara-san?" Shuji Tsushima raised his head. His deskmate is quite cute, with a plump apple-like face, round eyes, and a small point on his chin. Two nests can hold a bowl of rice wine.

She's really the kind of person that men say "cute" and "so cute" behind their backs.

"Are you okay, Dazai-san." Takahara whispered, "Recently, you seem to be having a hard time getting along with everyone."

At first, the students in the class thought that Shuji Tsushima was just a whim, and approached him with the intention of bullying Shota Tokai, but it turned out that it was not at all. Shuji Tsushima began to show them a disdainful and contemptuous smile. When someone bullied Dongkai, he even Will still make a move.

The latter is unforgivable.

"There is no way." Shuji Tsushima said with a smile, "I and other students couldn't reach a consensus on a certain matter. The so-called 'differences do not conspire' refers to the current situation. I am also very sorry."

"Really." She murmured to herself, "Can't everyone get along well? Donghai Jun is so pitiful."

"Hey——" Tsushima Shuji dragged on, "Takahara-san is really as kind as everyone said, you care about Tokai-kun."

"How should I put it?" Gao Yuan stretched out his fingers and scratched his cheeks, "Donghai and I are classmates in elementary school, and we also studied together in the first grade of junior high school. After the second grade, he transferred to another school." She smiled shyly. "It can be regarded as a great fate." Her toes moved up and down restlessly in the leather shoes, "Student Donghai is a very good person."

"I think so too." Tsushima said, "So, for a good friend to be disliked by others in the class, it's worth it, right? Rather, it's the only way to prove that we stand together."

Gao Yuan Puli's face turned pale, and she forced a smile and said, "Yes, yes."

"Hello."

There was a commotion outside the door.

"real or fake?"

"The new life teacher."

"Oh, I know, he's pretty handsome."

"It's normal, but it's much better than that old man Sanchuan."

"Hey, it's a lie, I'm being targeted."

"It's because I helped Ma Gan."

"What a shame, no one reminded him?"

"Sure enough, hemp sticks are the root of all evil."

What was Shota Tokai doing? He focused his attention on the painting. At some point, Shuji Tsushima tiptoed to him like a cat and asked, "In your mind, what do they look like?" He asked, "Yes. A gaudy clown? Or a ghost without a clear shape?" He didn't lower his voice at all, "It's not a human after all, it's a mediocre person living in the world, as small as an ant, you see, only Ants don’t have the ability to make their own judgments, they follow the group, and even the leaves falling from the trees can stop them from moving forward, so they have no autonomy.”

Well, it's over, the whole class fell silent.

The eyes they looked at Shuji Tsushima were full of hostility, which was very different from the enthusiasm when they transferred to another school. They were two extremes.

[I decided not to let them like me. ]

"Whirlpool." Dong Hai beside him said nonchalantly, "In my eyes, they are whirlpools."

A terrifying vortex that swallows all light.

……

"Teacher Oda." The principal was a little embarrassed when facing Odasaku. He probably knew the current situation of the campus and knew that most of the things had nothing to do with Odasaku. At the same time, he felt sorry for the teacher he just hired. , the kind that was finally invited.

He complained in his heart about the other party's ignorance of current affairs. If you are a top student, you need to understand the status quo of society better. Just let it go. What are you doing rashly and causing trouble for yourself?

Teachers and male teachers are most afraid of having some ambiguous relationship with female students. Half of them are teachers who have lost their morals and conscience and shoot at students, or female students talk about their sexual relations day after day Sun and earth appeal, as long as there is no witness, even nothing will become something.

"In order to protect the reputation of the students, we decided to discuss this matter in private." The principal looked serious and folded his hands under his chin. "On July 7, the day you entered the school, did you improperly harass classmate Xiaoshi?" Xiaoshi It was the girl who bullied Donghai that day. She brought two male classmates and beat and kicked him.

"Who is Xiaoshi?" Odasaku's expression was calm, "There is no such thing, Mr. Principal."

"But—" the headmaster dragged his voice, "Two classmates came forward and pointed out that you have indeed committed inappropriate behavior." He nodded to the teacher who was present to maintain order, and Xiaoshi appeared together with two male classmates.

"it's him."

"We saw it."

[Ah, how should I put it, it is too low-level as a frame-up, no matter the method or acting skills. ] Oda Saku was a little confused, [But this kind of thing, related to personal reputation, it's better not to talk about it, especially for the wronged parties, the future will not be the same at all. ]

He thought, and his expression was confused: "What's the point of such a lie? Frankly speaking, we only met once, and there is no life-and-death enmity. No matter whether the low-level revenge is aimed at me or others, it will treat others What kind of mood do you have to weave lies, or can you get pleasure from the process of harming others?"

He is a man with very indifferent feelings, and he doesn't feel too angry at this moment. Oda Saku is really curious about how "baseless malice" was born.

Self-satisfaction?Need for a sense of conquest?

The student's expression flustered for two seconds, but he quickly calmed down. It was obvious that Odasaku's reaction was completely different from what they had imagined.

"Are you evading responsibility?" Xiao Shi screamed to make the principal responsible.

Under normal circumstances, the next itinerary is to not make matters worse. The principal chooses to compromise and expel Oda Tsukuru. At the same time, there is a certain possibility of leaving a file record. In places where there are no surveillance cameras, the fact or not is not particularly important.

Because of the lack of truth.

"Drip-drip--"

"Drip-"

The principal's mobile phone rang several times, as did the dean's mobile phone, Odasaku's mobile phone, Xiaoshi's mobile phone, and the mobile phones of the other two male students.

The timing of the ringing of the bell was so coincidental that I had to open it to watch. It turned out to be three videos that were sent uniformly. Click on one of the videos. The second is the video of Xiaoshi triumphantly confessing to the boy, saying "this will definitely make him leave Chongming", and the third is the tearful complaint in the principal's office.

[——]

[Tsushima's support came in a timely manner. ]

……

"Have you heard?"

"That idiot Xiaoshi didn't even know it was taken on video."

"It's a shame."

"I quite like Teacher Xinsheng."

"She dared to come to the school. If it was me, she would have transferred."

The tables were turned and rumors were flying all over the school.

Donghai also knew what happened. He was in the art classroom at the time. Shuji Tsushima was standing beside him, playing with paint with great interest. Ifuku was talking about the elements of landscape painting on the podium. Banzhai sat first, and Takahara Puli sit in the corner.

"Aren't you from the robot club?" Shuji Tsushima asked quietly.

"The robot club went out to compete, and it will take three days to come back," Donghai said calmly, "What's more, I submitted an application to quit the club a long time ago, but it has been delayed without approval."

After they finished saying these two sentences, the mobile phones of the people in the class started beeping "Dididi" and "Dididi". Don't report me for not paying attention in class."

The students laughed for a while, took out their mobile phones to watch, and then the club also exploded.

Dong Hai's reaction was particularly strong, his breathing became heavy, he picked up the scrubber, it turned into colorful water, and then walked out, striding like stars, with a clear purpose.

[Why? ]

Even Shuji Tsushima didn't react, and followed him later, and Ibukuro and those who wanted to watch the excitement followed immediately.

[Unforgivable. ]

Donghai's pupils flickered with real anger for the first time.

[Absolutely unforgivable. ]

He blocked Xiaoshi who came back from the principal's office. This female in the same grade looked like a defeated rooster, even the rooster's comb was drooping.

"Wow--" Dirty water poured down from the top of her head, splashing, splashing.

"Ah!!!" The piercing scream of the woman resounded through the corridor.

[. ]

Shuji Tsushima, who followed closely, stopped and remained silent because he didn't know what to say.

"Look." He heard Jing Fu's voice.

"A lot of times, when I see these things, these small things, I feel that the world we live in is deformed and it's almost hopeless." Jing Fu's voice didn't fluctuate. Why do so many people still have the courage to live, living in such a world, you see, wearing a hypocritical mask, pretending that all bullying and ugliness do not exist, legitimizing evil, and understanding the true meaning of the world, how do you feel Is it a good thing to be alive?"

"Every time, every time I have such thoughts, there are always some small things around me, good things, good deeds, people with shining points, people who have not given up kindness, love and hope even though they have a tragic past. People who are called heroes."

"I suddenly felt that this world is not so hopeless, or it is because of their presence that the world has not fallen into darkness."

"It's worth living in this world, isn't it?"

He said: "Even if I just want to watch the firework festival in Kanagawa, I have to work hard to live until the summer."