[Comprehensive] Pass me the fire

I think that I am probably caught in a situation where both the workplace and studies are not going well.My old friends came here to show off my promotion and salary increase, but I did nothing (?), and I was isolated and excluded by passers-by I didn’t know at school in a way I didn’t quite understand.

The last time someone took the initiative to talk to me was a few days ago, and the person who showed me kindness was "Saito-kun" as Fujii-san said.

Saito specially picked the time when the classroom became empty after school, sat on my desk with a relaxed look, and said to me in a casual tone: "I think Mori-san seems to be very idle recently, And I don't have any friends...Since that's the case, do you want to be the manager of my basketball club? If you agree to me now, I still welcome you very much."

I shook my head and still refused: "No, I'm not interested."

After all, the position of manager is to run errands... I have no problem with this position, but I don't want to run errands for people who are weaker than me.

Saito, who was rejected by me, pursed his lower lip, with an extremely indifferent expression on his face, and said lightly, "Is that so...that's really a pity."

"I originally thought that Sen-student would be a little more sensible after this period of lessons." He shook his head, not knowing what he was regretting. "It seems that I overestimated you."

I:"……"

I do not quite understand:"???"

Soon, I knew what he meant by this sentence.

After Odasaku's Chinese class is over, it is often the busiest time of the day.As a new teacher, Oda Sakunosuke is very popular both among teachers and students, whether it is due to his appearance or because of his overly gentle and good temper.

To be honest, I still think he is more suitable as a teacher than killers or mafia grassroots people. After all, he is full of equal and inclusive fatherly love for every student.I heard that a few students who were habitually skipping classes were caught and educated by Odasaku, and then they went to school honestly every day and corrected their mistakes.

... Could this be the plot of "Fresh Master of the Extreme Way"?

Just as I was casually browsing the Chinese textbook, there was a sudden movement from the right—the air flow in the air was suddenly disturbed, followed by the sound of air whistling.

I lowered my head and stretched out my hand without even looking at it. The palm raised in mid-air caught the basketball flying towards me steadily as if I had expected it.

I held the basketball in my hand, glanced at it, and then followed the trajectory of the basketball, and I happened to see Saito Taki leaning on the desk and standing not far from me, followed by a few people who looked like A person who is a friend and a follower.

Seeing me looking over, Saito still put his hands in his loose trouser pockets and did not take them out. He apologized to me in a tone without guilt: "Ah, I'm sorry. I don't know why. The hand flew out...fortunately, it didn't hurt your pretty face, right, Mori-san?"

I started to play with the basketball in my hand, let it stop at my fingertips, and keep spinning.I stared at the spinning basketball for a while, and then unhurriedly exposed Saito's lie: "You did it on purpose."

"Huh? Is it so obvious?" Saito tilted his head, completely undisguised, as if asking me sincerely.

The classroom suddenly fell silent, and everyone's eyes were cast on Saito and me in unison, or they walked between Saito and me with the mentality of watching a good show.

While accelerating the rotation of the basketball on my fingertips, the outline of the flashing sphere was only a blurred afterimage; while I said calmly, "Why?"

Hearing this, Saito couldn't help but burst out laughing, he jumped back slightly, sat on someone's desk, and then told me carelessly: "Because it's interesting. "

I didn't quite understand, and I wondered from the bottom of my heart: "Is this interesting?"

"[Non-personality], which can do nothing, can only be used for people's enjoyment, otherwise a life without the slightest value would sound too pitiful," Saito said, "It's your own fault, Mori-san .It’s obviously [no personality], I really don’t know who gave you the courage and guts to reject others. Think about it carefully, do you really have the right to refuse?”

Saito looked at me coldly and said, "In this world, the weak only need to be honest and obedient. Do you want me to teach you this truth?"

As soon as the voice fell, the airflow directly in front of me suddenly became violently turbulent, and it was compressed into an invisible bullet, spinning and flying towards me, brushing against my ear, and a strand of long hair beside my ear fluttered randomly. He got up, was cut off by the blade-like airflow, and landed lightly on the ground.

The airflow path in the entire classroom also changed accordingly. The pages of books on the desks were blown by the flying airflow everywhere. The glass was also slapped and shaken as if it had been hit by heavy rain.

"Saito-kun is really—"

"It's almost ready, Saito."

Students in twos and threes made half-complaining voices, without the slightest sense of blame in their tone, as if they were used to this situation, and they probably only cared about the pages and hair blown by the air.

Saito laughed twice, with a hearty voice that matched his sunny and handsome appearance: "I'm sorry, sorry, I was too careless."

"-Student Mori will forgive me, right?" He changed the subject, kept a proper smile on his face, and looked straight at me.

"Forgive what?" I blinked and said with a serious expression, "Saito-kun did nothing wrong, on the contrary, I think what you said makes sense."

Saito froze for a moment, then quickly realized, and said with a smile: "That's great, let's get along with each other from now on, Sen..."

Before he finished speaking, I smashed the basketball in my hand into his face.

The violently spinning basketball hit the opponent's face like a cannonball with great force, and the speed was so fast that only a passing arc was left. When someone reacted, Saito Taki had already fallen on his back to the ground , The fallen body was involved in the surrounding tables and chairs, and the desks and chairs were also overturned to the ground.

The bridge of his nose and cheekbones were broken by the ball, and his face was covered in blood.The basketball that broke the bridge of the opponent's nose and cheekbone flew to the ceiling with the strength of the rebound, and returned to my hand again.

"I'm sorry. I don't know why, but the basketball flew out of my hand accidentally," I repeated what Saito said to me before, and said with a blank expression, "Although it hurt your face, But it shouldn't be a problem, Saito-kun."

Saito tightly covered his bleeding nose, lying on the ground in pain, curled up, and cursed angrily: "You bastard——"

I threw the basketball again, and this time it broke his knee.The screams that were too late to say were covered by the screams of pain, Saito could only curl up on the ground, hugging his knees that had become shattered tightly, and couldn't do anything else.

"Wait, wait a minute! Stop, stop quickly!!" Saito yelled desperately.

I calmly let the basketball rest on my fingertips and let it spin rapidly again.

My eyes didn't cast in Saito's direction, but stayed on the outline of the basketball intently.I repeated in a calm voice: "Think about it carefully, do you really have the right to refuse?"

"Ahhhh-"

Saito let out a miserable cry, his shoulder was hit, and his left shoulder collapsed strangely.

But this time, the basketball that bounced to the ceiling did not return to my hand, but landed straight on the ground, bounced a few times, rolled along the ground twice, and then gradually shriveled. .

At this time, there was a scream among the stunned classmates.

I walked to Saito's side, looked down at him from a high position, and took a panoramic view of his miserable and pitiful appearance—there were timid girls around me who had already been frightened to tremble and close their eyes, but I Feel nothing about it.

I stared at him for a while, then turned to look at the person closest to me, and asked, "This classroom is on the fifth floor, right?"

The person I was questioning was Wataru.Everyone else backed away one after another, eager to stick to the wall, only she stood at the nearest place to me, staring at me with strange eyes that were almost fanatical. Not only was she not afraid of the scene in front of her, but she seemed to be Generated enormous interest in general.

"Yes," she nodded briskly, "it's on the fifth floor."

I turned around, looked at Saito again, and said, "For the fifth floor... this height should be enough."

"Based on the situation just now, Saito-kun's [personality] is probably something like manipulating airflow. It is indeed quite practical [personality]. No wonder Saito-kun is so complacent."

As I spoke, I picked up his collar and dragged him forward effortlessly.Saito, who had lost one leg and one shoulder, tried to struggle, but this amount of strength was nothing to me.

I dragged him to the window and opened it.

When I looked down at Saito Takiya, I saw my expressionless face in the eyes of the other party full of fear, and I said, "In this case, even if you fall from such a high place, Saito-kun can It's all right, right?"

"Wait...wait, wait!!" Saito grabbed my wrist tightly with his bloodstained hands, and begged me eagerly and inarticulately, "I was wrong, I was wrong! I'm sorry, I'm sorry , please forgive me—”

At this moment, a panting voice interrupted abruptly.

"Please stop here, Jean."

Kunikida Doppo, who was called by his panicked classmates, stood at the door of the classroom, half propped up on his knees, gasping for breath, a drop of cold sweat rolled down his forehead, and his pupils shrank when he saw the scene in front of him.

Due to nervousness, his voice was visibly dry and tense: "There must be other ways, please don't do things that you will regret. Can you let Saito go?"

Saito stared blankly at Kunikida who rushed over, with a hopeful look on his face: "Old, teacher... help me, save me——"

"Saito-kun," I interrupted his call for help, and said lightly, "The weak only need to be honest and obedient."

Then I picked him up, threw him out of the open window, and let go of the hand that held him by the collar.

……

……

"I'm sorry for the chairman, I'm Mori Koto's father, nicknamed Mori Ogai. I was late for a while because there were too many things to deal with, and I was called here in such an emergency... It was my little girl who committed a crime at school. What's the matter?"

Mori Ogai, who was called by the school chairman on the phone, was still wearing that rough white coat, with black and blue under his eyes, which symbolized overwork, and the stubble on his face was not clean, even if his hair was combed back neatly He also seemed to be in poor spirits, and he looked like a poor doctor who was down and out.

The gray-haired chairman gave Mori Ogai a detailed account of the cause of the incident with an angry expression.

After listening to it, Mori Ogai put his arms around me to support his body as if he was deeply shocked and depressed, and said in a low voice, "My daughter, why did you do such a thing? Is it because Dad is addicted to work, Your love is not enough? But no matter how you can't do such a thing, it's really terrible."

I have no expression on my face: "..."

I calmly planned to dodge to the side, but I didn't expect to be wrapped around my waist by Alice who suddenly came over and hugged me.

Under the double attack of the two, I became unable to move.

Alice raised her little face and showed me a sweet and lovely smile.

"Fortunately, Saito-san used [personality] to protect himself when he fell. Although he has been sent to the hospital, he is still unconscious," the director said sternly, "Mr. Mori, how did you discipline your daughter?" You did such a vile act in full view, if the parent of the other party insists on pursuing it, it will only be a matter of time before you are sent to the police station!"

After hearing this, Mori Ogai sighed deeply, put his hands on my shoulders lightly, and said half complaining: "It seems that there is indeed a mistake in my usual education policy. Obviously I am an obedient A sensible child, why did he make such a mistake?"

As he spoke, he inserted his slender and long fingers into my hair, which he used to use with a scalpel, and stroked me lightly, like stroking a puppy that had gotten into trouble outside.

"Throwing the person out of the window in full view, but the person is not dead," Mori Ogai sighed again, with a distressed expression, "It is too difficult to destroy the evidence of the person... It seems that it is necessary to Check it out at the police station. Sigh, why is it at such a time? Dad is already busy with work."

Mori Ogai stared at me with those deep purple eyes, and said gently: "If you knew this, you should have simply killed that person and buried him secretly. Wouldn't it save time and effort?"

The author has something to say: Mr. Mori exudes the air of a charming single mother (??????)

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