[Comprehensive] Pass me the fire

The next day.

I stood on the podium of a rather unfamiliar classroom, picked up chalk and wrote my name on the clean blackboard.Since it is the first class in the morning, the blackboard has not been used at all, and the gestures left by white chalk are clearly visible.

I wrote [Qin] first, and then reacted belatedly, and added the surname [森] in front—because I am the adopted daughter of Mr. Sen in terms of legal relationship and name, and the surname is taken for granted followed him.

The strokes of [Qin] are very beautiful, and the strokes and strokes are very correct and elegant. At a glance, you can tell that it is the result of writing countless times; on the contrary, [Sen] is added crookedly in front, Like a funny and ugly clown.

At the same time, Mr. Kunikida, who is in charge of teaching mathematics, introduced to the students sternly: "This is a new transfer student, Mr. Moriqin. Due to physical reasons, he has just transferred to our school to study."

In the classroom, there was only Mr. Kunikida's voice, and it was almost eerily quiet in the small space. Occasionally, sparrows would sing briskly from outside the window, but they disappeared quickly.After writing my name, I put the chalk into the groove under the blackboard, then turned around, and without any emotion, I looked at the dense sights flocking to me one by one.

These gazes were so hot with undisguised inquiry, but also silent, that I couldn't understand for a moment what these people were trying to see in me.

Without a doubt, my outfit was perfect.Because I don’t have the memory of studying and going to school, and I lack the necessary common sense in life, I humbly asked senior Ango (Ango:?) who seemed to know a lot of truths but still had a hard time in his life on the first day of school. The other party taught me with a serious expression. I said that on the important occasion of the first day of transfer, it is necessary to make a good appearance impression on the classmates.

The monotonous school uniform dress was kept at a conservative length below the knee, and the exposed calf was well covered by stockings. The collar, cuffs and skirt were all neat and impeccable. An indecent wrinkle.

I even took care of my long hair and trimmed my bangs.

By the way, I also fixed Osamu Dazai who tried to stick gum in my hair.

As Ango-senpai said, the school, like the workplace, is full of harmony on the surface and struggle in the dark. It is a social place that cannot be underestimated. If you are not careful, you will fall into a situation of isolation and helplessness.All in all, if you want to gain a favorable position in the already differentiated school class, you must establish your prestige with perfect posture and elegant speech from the very beginning. (Ango: I never said that.)

... Ah, sure enough, from the moment I entered the door, the struggle hidden under the school's harmonious appearance had already begun.

I was expressionless, secretly vigilant, and my eyes flicked over those focused on me one by one.Accompanied by my glance, the people who had been bold enough to stare at me all lowered their heads in embarrassment, as if they had completely lost the courage to continue to stare at me the moment they met my gaze.

In my eyes, there are only two people who still have the courage to continue looking at me.

A boy with black hair was sitting by the window, and the golden sunlight shone on his profile as if he favored this young and handsome face.When he saw my sight, instead of avoiding it, he showed me a cheerful and friendly smile, raised his hand and shook me as a greeting.

The other is a girl.She was sitting in a relatively remote corner, a place where the sun didn't even shine, but even so, her light blond hair was still pretty and eye-catching.

The first thing I saw was her light blonde hair tied into two little braids.She looks cute and cute, with a sweet smile on her face all the time, holding her soft cheeks, shaking her head slightly from side to side as if feeling indescribable happiness, staring straight at her from beginning to end. I read.

I sensed a strange aura from her.

Kunikida-sensei also seemed to sense the unusual silence in the classroom.He pushed down his glasses and directed me to say, "Mr. Mori, introduce yourself."

I followed the other person's words and said, "My name is Senqin."

Seeing that the atmosphere of silence tended to continue to spread, Mr. Kunikida had no choice but to suggest to me: "...and then?"

"No more." I shook my head.

After receiving my concise answer, Kunikida's handsome face showed a troubled expression, but he didn't continue to say anything, just asked me to sit at the seat arranged in advance.

My seat was right next to the blonde girl.While sitting down, I happened to see that she seemed to hide her cheeks in the upturned textbook pages on purpose, avoiding my sight, so I could only see her slightly trembling shoulders.

The first class is the math class of Mr. Kunikida.

I think I do have amnesia, yes, I can't even understand a single punctuation mark in what Kunikida-sensei said--but then again, even if I don't have amnesia, who can understand such a damn thing as mathematics--because It was so boring that I could only support my cheeks and start doodling in the textbook, playing the boring game of filling in the blanks.

Kunikida-sensei caught me fishing in a stately manner several times. He probably took into account my status as a new transfer student, so he broke several pieces of chalk before he endured it forcefully.

Just when my eyes were empty and I was idly doodling my textbook, a small ball of paper was flung over from the side.I didn't even look at it, and split it in half with a ruler.

Immediately afterwards, the second, third, fourth... The little paper ball flew towards me persistently and indomitably.When I got to the last one, I raised my hand and smashed it. When I looked sideways, I found that the small paper ball fell into Mr. Kunikida's hand.

Kunikida-sensei held down his glasses unbearably, and called out the name of the owner of the paper ball: "Saito Takiya!"

"Yes, teacher." It was the black-haired boy who greeted me before who got up to answer. He showed a calm attitude, and even took advantage of the moment when he got up to look at me several times.

He seemed to be very popular, and as he stood up, there were whispers and innocent laughter from the girls around him.

“cot20°cos10°+√3sin10°tan70°-2cos40°等于多少？”

Saito scratched the back of his head, and replied in an uncertain tone: "...3, probably."

"Guess is wrong," Kunikida hit him on the forehead with a broken piece of chalk with great precision, and said ruthlessly, "Copy it thirty times and reflect on it, the classroom is not a place where you can do whatever you want. Don't underestimate mathematics. "

So the girls laughed even louder, and even the boys made booing sounds.

Saito let them laugh and booed carelessly, without any shame or embarrassment.He took a special look at me again, seeing that I still didn't respond, he had to sit back a little disappointed.

After class, this boy named Saito Takiya came to me again as expected.

He pretended to be careless and walked past my desk, and then inadvertently knocked off the pen placed on the edge of the table.I guess he will pick it up for me in a logical manner, apologize to me modestly and politely, and use this as an opportunity to strike up a conversation—but, unfortunately, I did not give him this opportunity, because in the pen The moment it fell, I reached out reflexively to catch it.

Saito was a little surprised, showing an expression of not knowing how to start a conversation.

I slowly put the pen into the pencil case, raised my face, and said to him understandingly: "If you have anything to say, just tell me. Can you help me?"

"...Mr. Mori's reaction speed is very fast, and his movements are very flexible." He first praised me, and then went straight to the point, "Actually, I heard that Mr. Mori delayed coming here because of physical problems. Going to school... so I was wondering if there would be something you couldn't adapt to, if you have any problems, please feel free to come to me, you're welcome. After all, this is my duty as the monitor."

It turns out that he seems to be a warm-hearted and good man.Out of the corner of my eye, I glanced at the younger brothers standing far behind him, serving as background panels, and thought to myself, no wonder he is so popular.In the already differentiated school class structure, he is probably a figure standing at the top

...Wait, if you think about it this way, could this be a means for him to win people's hearts and consolidate his position?

Once I accept the other party's kindness, doesn't it mean that I submit to him and willingly become a head shorter than him.

Ah, that's not okay, it's a pretty bad start.While thinking in my heart that a place full of struggles like the school really cannot relax, I politely replied: "Thank you very much, but there is no need."

Saito didn't seem to expect that I would refuse directly, he was taken aback for a moment, and then slowly came back to his senses.

"That would be great," Saito smiled at me and continued, "Does Mr. Mori have any hobbies? Although the club orientation period has passed, I know there are still some clubs that are free. If Mori-san can go, they will be very happy."

I shook my head: "I have no hobbies."

"...Then, is Mr. Mori interested in becoming the manager of our basketball club?" Saito tried to extend an invitation, and said enthusiastically, "Actually, there is still a vacancy for a manager in our basketball club. I saw Mr. Mori's reaction just now. So good, so wondering if you'd be interested in sports or something."

This guy really wants to treat me like a little brother.With a blank expression on my face, I made a conclusion in my heart.

"No." I replied curtly.

Saito: "..."

It wasn't my illusion, after receiving my three rejections, the young man in front of me finally showed a momentary indifference on his sunny and enthusiastic face, but he quickly covered it up flawlessly.

Afterwards, he scratched his smooth black hair, and said briskly, "There is no way to do it", while seemingly unintentionally mentioned: "By the way, I didn't hear Mr. Mori's talk about [personality] when I introduced myself before." What about the situation..."

"What is Mori-san's [personality]?" Saito asked, "I'm a little curious, can you tell me?"

I blinked and replied honestly, "[Personality]...I don't have that kind of thing."

As soon as the voice fell, the classroom that had become noisy due to the end of get out of class became silent again.Several groups who were talking heard my conversation with Saito and subtly stopped their voices.

I once again felt the dense, fiery gaze, but this time it was different. Even if I looked back, no one would avoid it a little awkwardly, but looked at me more majesticly, as if they were looking at me. It's like watching some rare and beautiful treasures.

What was more obvious was the change in Saito Takiya's aura.

He became relaxed in an instant, lowered his head, and stared at me condescendingly by taking advantage of his height, a faint smile appeared on his handsome face in the crowd—"What, isn't this just Is it much simpler?" His eyes revealed such a meaning.

What broke this delicate atmosphere was a soft knock on the door.

A man is standing at the door.He has messy, dark red hair, and the stubble on his face has not been shaved. He exudes a communal feeling that he has to catch the subway to work the next day after being hungover all night, and he is still The kind of social animal who lives in a small company with nothing to do.

Facing Qi Shushu's gaze, he turned a blind eye and said calmly, "Class is about to start now, uh... please go back to your seats."

"I'm a new Chinese teacher," he added, "Oda Sakunosuke."

The author has something to say: Wow, sister Qin is going to be bullied because she has no personality, so pitiful [great reading

Damn, I thought I could write about how Qinmei met Oda Tsukuru and Xiaodu (?), but in the end I only showed my face.

After all, Odasaku is mine! !You divide the rest yourself! ! !

Ahhhhhh there is a bug, Kunikida and Dazai are the same age, why do I always think he is older, is it because of his face (Kunikida: ???)

However, I can't bear to let go of this wonderful joker (Kunikida:??), so let's treat him as older (cover face)

Private personality and supernatural ability are the same thing, and they are called differently.World view... I don't know what world view is, I'm blind (hey)

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10 bottles of Jiang Feng and U5; 1 bottles of the Fifth Personality Air Force; [-] bottle of Snowy Pill and Hualuo;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!