[Comprehensive] Ability is not a problem

Kenichiro Koike, male, 49 years old, a gold medal teacher in mathematics at Teiko Middle School, and also the head teacher of the third class of the second year.

Mr. Koike has always loved and hated Atsushi Murasakihara, a student.Although this child looks dull and clumsy all day long, he is actually very smart. Occasionally, he is serious before the exam, so it is not a dream to be in the top ten of the grade... However, when he is serious, he is too little, which makes the head teacher very sad and angry!

The previous parent meetings were all from Ziyuan Atsushi's mother. Ziyuan's mother is also a parent who advocates strict discipline on the children. He is also very satisfied that the parents can cooperate in this way.

As for the father of the Ziyuan family that I met today...

"Are... are you okay?" Looking at the man who was invited to sit on the sofa opposite, Mr. Xiaochi said that he was a little scared now.

...He felt like he had to be ready to call an ambulance at any moment!

Just now, he witnessed with his own eyes that Ziyuan Atsushi, the tallest and mightiest classmate in the school, walked into the office with a man whose bones seemed to be falling apart at any time and whose neck was crooked. The man was almost hanging on Ziyuan Atsushi like a pendant. ... If it wasn't for the same style of straight purple hair + dead purple fish eyes, he would have wondered if that brat Atsushi Ziyuan had played tricks and hired an extra to bluff him!

Mr. Koike smiled awkwardly but politely, "Mr. Murasakihara, don't you feel well?"

I saw Atsushi Murasakihara, who was supporting "Father" on the opposite side, nodded solemnly:

"My father suffers from intermittent headaches caused by blood vessels and nerves, open constipation caused by varicose veins, prostatic endometrium shedding, trisomy 21, and severe second disease... But since you must see your parents, teacher, and my mother is on a business trip, I have to take my father Brought it. I hope teacher, you can end this parent meeting soon. I just pulled out the needle of my father’s infusion, and then carried him to the school. After the conversation, I had to carry him back to the hospital and hang There is still half a bottle of liquid in the bottle, and the needle has to be connected and then continue to infuse."

Teacher Xiaochi: "...", why does he have a strong sense of guilt, as if he has become a big villain.

At this time, outside the window, accompanied by the sound of "Huang Lai, stop for me!", two figures, one white and one black, chased and ran past like lightning.

The office is located in a secluded place on the first floor. The sudden noise caused Mr. Xiaochi to frown slightly and glanced out the window, but quickly turned his head cautiously, because the person sitting across from him suffered from so-and-so. Mr. Murasakihara, who was suffering from some kind of illness, spoke.

"Old... old... teacher... I, we, our little Dun, just... just... just please... please." Yong Zhidao, who was already defective to the verge of being scrapped, said with difficulty A complete sentence, and as he spoke, his eyes almost turned into whites, a feeling that he was about to raise his braids at any time.

"One, definitely, this is certain, this is my duty as the head teacher." Mr. Xiaochi said again and again, every time he heard Mr. Ziyuan in front of him say a word, his heart would rise to his throat, I'm afraid that the other party will swallow the next word before they say it in one breath.

At this time, there was another sound from outside the window, "I told you to stop! Huang Lai——!", I saw that the two figures just turned back and ran back, flashing across like lightning again, making more noise than before. Noisier.

Mr. Xiaochi suppressed his frown that was about to become knotted, and continued:

"Ms. Murasakihara has always been very smart and has excellent athletic ability. She has won many honors for the school, but..."

Before the words were finished, the "hustle" outside came again—"Xiao Qingfeng! Please spare me this time! Don't, don't chase anymore...I can't run anymore..." "If I can't run, I will Stop it for me! Also, I won’t let you go this time! That’s Mai’s collection of photos!”.

Two figures, one white and one black, ran back like lightning again, and this time it directly turned into a chasing battle in circles.

The unbearable teacher Kenichiro Koike stood up angrily, walked to the window, and shouted at the two brats who were making noise outside:

"Ryota Kise, Daiki Aomine, what are you two messing around with! I was planning to talk to you two, come to my office later!"

Aomine Daihui, who was being scolded, muttered in a low voice, "You are not my head teacher..."

"But I'm your math teacher! Aomine Daiki, you are the bottom one in the whole grade in this math test, and the math scores in the class I teach have all been dragged down to the bottom of the grade by you alone! You are really a genius in the single digit test!" When talking about this unsatisfactory guy, Teacher Xiaochi felt his blood pressure go up.

In the face of Mr. Koike known as "Iron Blood Kenichiro", Aomine did not dare to say anything and expressed his surrender.

Then, Mr. Xiaochi glared at another student in his class who gave him a headache.

Kise had no choice but to show his charming smile full of hormones in order to let him go... However, this trick didn't work against Kenichiro Iron Blood.

"Why are you laughing! Brat, you still have the nerve to laugh!" He became even angrier when Kise was mentioned, and Mr. Koike patted the window frame repeatedly, "Your grades are about the same as Aomine's! And I didn't mean to take advantage of today's parents Let your parents come to see me on the open day!"

"Ah... that, didn't I ask my father to sign the report card..." Kise continued to attack with his own smile.

However, Mr. Koike didn't buy it at all:

"This is what I want to talk to you about! Do you think I didn't find that the signature on your report card was signed by Qingfeng for you!"

Kise, who was trying to use his charm to get away with it, was stunned... That's right, it was he who asked Aomine to sign the signature.Well, after all, he can be regarded as Diguang's campus idol, and the fewer people who know about this kind of thing, the better, so he can only turn to those buddies in the basketball club for help.Akashi, Midorima, and Kuroko are too serious, and they are definitely unwilling to help him do this kind of thing, and Mr. Koike is too familiar with Murasakihara's handwriting, so he can only ask Aomine for help in the end.

Seeing Kise's bewildered look, Mr. Koike sneered:

"Hmph, Aomine Daiki's handwriting is so ugly that no one in the whole grade knows who taught him! It's so ugly that no one can imitate it!"

Aomine Daiki: "...", I'm really sorry that my handwriting is so ugly.

And Huang Lai's expression at this moment has changed from the bewildered to the horrified!

Teacher Xiaochi: "Why, although I'm usually a little strict with you, teacher, I won't eat you, so why do you put on such an expression of the end of the world!"

"No! No!" Kise pointed to the inside of the office with a ghostly expression on his face, "Xiaoqingfeng, Mr. Koike, did you just see it! The head fell off! The head fell off! Xiao Ziyuan just now Hold a head in your hand!"

Aomine, who hadn't looked into the office just now, and Mr. Koike, who was standing with his back to the inside of the office, turned their heads subconsciously. On the sofa, Atsushi Murasakihara was still sitting there, supporting his frail old father with his huge body, Then, as if nothing happened just now, he said with a dull face:

"Huang Zi, what are you talking about?"

back in time-

Five seconds ago, due to the air vibration caused by Mr. Xiaochi's thunderous roar and furious slap on the window frame, it hit Yongzhidao's already vulnerable body, and his whole body seemed to be falling apart, especially when he was lying crookedly. His head was about to fall off.

Four seconds ago, Atsushi Murasakihara lowered his voice, "Hold on, Yongzhidao!" and encouraged him, while straightening the connection between the head and the neck that was about to break... Then he accidentally lifted his head off.

Three seconds ago, Jiachun's main body controlled behind the scenes immediately transmitted a large amount of superpowers to repair Yongzhidao.

Two seconds ago, Yong Zhidao recovered completely... although his neck was still crooked.

As for another corner of Diguang campus a second ago...

"Ziyuan!"

Jiachun, who was walking at the end of the group, suddenly fell down on the ground unexpectedly, and was paralyzed on the ground with his face on the ground for a long time.

Atobe, who was walking ahead, turned back immediately:

"What's wrong with you? Can you get up? Hey... Murasakihara? Murasakihara? Do you want to call an ambulance!"

[Why ambulance is always a dangerous word between us, Mr. Atobe! 】Jia Chun, whose main body was also paralyzed on the bed due to excessive energy consumption, also wanted to roll his eyes.

No, the energy for repairing the body was transmitted to Yongzhidao just now, and the consumption was too great. Jiachunyiyi might not be able to recover in a while.

But things are not the worst, only worse...

I saw a gray-haired boy in front of him who looked like a bad boy walking towards this side. He who was originally dismissive of the lying corpse on the ground was almost scared to the knees when he saw who the lying corpse was. soft.

"Jia... Miss Jiachun's head!"

Haizaki Shougo's expression was like a nightmare reappearing, he turned around and wanted to escape but didn't even have the courage to escape.

However, the address just now stunned Atobe, Jiro, and Kitazono Toshiha, who were surrounded by Kasumi, and questioned Haizaki's address with one voice:

"Big sister?!"

Kasumi, who was still lying dead, tried to warn Shougo Haizaki with his eyes——

[Stinky boy, try if you dare to say one more word! 】

……

At this moment, at the airport, Mr. Murasaki Hara Yushi, who was standing at the pick-up gate waiting for his wife to return, inexplicably felt a chill on his neck.

Subconsciously raised his hand to touch it, but it seemed nothing unusual.

...Could it be that the air conditioner at the airport is too cold?