Two or three things about Sakura no Mori Gakuen

Rumors always start this way.

There is a seventh floor in the school that only appears at night. It is said that most of the people who have been there have died after returning.The skeletons used for teaching in the health room are said to perform Comaneci movements when people turn their heads.The headmaster once had a red spot like a human face on his bald head.The school supervisor with black-rimmed glasses and scrupulous hairstyle is actually a man.

Such incredible events on campus are always enduring among students.The girls rolled up their skirts to the bottom of the bottom which was no more than one palm away from their buttocks, and they were still lying on the desk with their hands resting on their chins, chatting happily about how the school supervisor usually wears heavy makeup to cover the chin that cannot be shaved clean stubble.I usually like to yell "Idiots!" at the uncles who glanced at me inadvertently on the street, but now I can ignore the eyes of the boys who have been staring behind me for a long time.

The entire class has not yet fully arrived, and a corner of the classroom has already started to make noise.The people who used to be in the same class gathered together and cheered, as if they were celebrating how they survived a space war together.Of course, there are also those who lamented that they were alone, sitting alone in a corner and mourning the class downstairs in physical education. Among them, there were crushes who had hoped that they hadn't reunited for a whole semester, and there were also those who had been regarded as thorns in the eyes for several years. Class flower school flower.They captured the boys in the half class with "so and so is just my friend", and even showed a helpless smile after receiving a gift that couldn't even fit in the drawer, "too many, how can your drawer fit?" Let me let it go."

Naked show off.

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The white walls in the stairwell had just been repainted in the summer vacation of the previous year, and now they have been restored to the previous wall full of "so and so is my boyfriend", "so and so I love you", "so and so teacher is stupid x ".Although I don’t know when these people braved the wind and waves to contribute to the art of the campus, it’s just that these traces cannot be removed every time they are cleaned. It really makes people have to admire the solid conscience of the ink manufacturers.

The girls who came down together head-on saw Misato and took a few steps away.Even the teacher couldn't turn a blind eye, but approached with concern, "Student, how are you?"

Miri tilted her head slightly.Her frames had long fallen to less than a fingernail's distance from the tip of her nose.Seeing the teacher's appearance through the mirror becomes distorted.

"It's okay." Miri remained expressionless and continued walking on the stairs.She wears red sweatpants under her skirt, and her hair is messy and loose. Anyone who sees her will find it incredible.

Turn a corner and go up to the floor where the second grade is located.To the left are groups C and D, to the right are groups A and B.The stairs are facing the men's and women's toilets.On the blank wall in the middle, there is still a famous saying.I don't know if the deceased celebrity will get up from the grave to settle accounts with the principal after knowing that his portrait and words are placed next to the toilet.

Group D was at the innermost part of the corridor. Misato walked to the left with her head lowered. When she passed by the class of Group C, the person standing near the door took a look at her, to be more precise, her pants.After walking a few more steps, I finally reached the door of Group D.Misato also purposely stood back, raised her head to make sure that the classroom in front of her was the classroom of Group D, and then strode forward to find the seat on the far left near the window.It's just that she was about to put down the school bag, when someone put it on the table first.

"Here, my seat."

The man was full of red hair, and his hairstyle was fairly cool, which made Misato feel better compared to the "cowherd" running all over the street.The school uniform shirt was unbuttoned two times, and the tie was just hanging casually around his neck.He looked at Miri with a lifeless look.There was no politeness or unreasonable brutality, he hooked the strap of his schoolbag, and stretched his other hand to the back of his head and scratched it two or three times.

"Sorry, he always sits in this position." Another yellow-haired boy who looked very gentle smiled at Misato.

"Oh." There was no need to quarrel about a marginal position, Misato readily carried her schoolbag and sat in a window seat in front of the red-haired man.

The sound of other grades having physical education classes came from outside the window, and Misato frowned displeasedly, then turned around and asked, "Can you close the window?"

Hongmao had already put one foot on the table, and he glanced up lazily, "Oh. Feel free."

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The class bell rang soon.Although all the students in the class returned to their seats, the voices of chattering did not diminish because of this.Compared with elementary school students, high school students who are in the rebellious period seem to prefer to look forward to the new head teacher who is about to grow old to be a certain teacher who has been gossiping recently.Legend has it that this teacher wears a suit and leather shoes during the day, and at night will change into a seductive women's clothing to go to various nightclubs.

So the moment the classroom door was opened, the whole class almost fell into dead silence.

The young teacher in a white suit and skirt walked up to the podium with a pile of folders in her hands and stepped on black high heels. She put down the things in her hands before scanning the class, "Hi everyone, I am Your new homeroom teacher for second grade, Kushina Hoonami. The subject in charge is English."

Just as the new head teacher's self-introduction was over, Misato heard Huangmao's voice behind her, "That's right, it turned out to be Teacher Kushina again!"

The red hair didn't know whether it was a "huh" or he didn't say a word at all.

"Since I have finished introducing myself, why don't you introduce yourself in the first class of the new semester. Name, class you come from, subjects you are good at, and future goals, you can give a general introduction." Kushina The teacher set his eyes on the column on the far right near the door, "Let's start with you."

The first to speak was a boy with a shaved hair.Judging by his attire, you can tell that he is a person with a rigid personality.The buttons are all buttoned up, and the tie may have been tied by my mother in the morning.In short, he must be a good baby.

After all, it was a middle-of-the-road high school. Half of the class aimed to continue their studies, while the rest of the students answered in various ways.What about "becoming a successful animal trainer", "I really want to marry a foreigner", "I want to watch A〇B48 perform 1000 times" and so on.By the time it was Misato's turn, the atmosphere had already been mobilized.

"My name is Misato Awashima, and I'm from Group A." Misato sat down straight after she finished speaking, without even looking at Kushina-sensei for a second.

"Zhou Fangzun. Group B." Hongmao's answer was shorter than Misato's.

The maverick of the two quickly attracted the attention of the whole class.Not far away, a girl with twin ponytails said to the girl in front of her, "That red-haired one is pretty handsome!".The boys in the middle rows obviously held different attitudes, saying "what are you dragging?"

Compared to this guy named Zhou Fangzun, none of the remarks about Misato are good.

"Hasn't your hair been washed for thousands of years—"

"Is there no comb at home—"

"Why do you still wear sweatpants under the skirt—"

"Aha? Is it the radio wave system—haha"

Teacher Kumina quickly suppressed the class that was about to riot, and didn't say much about Misato and Zhou Fangzun.She returned to the podium and spread out the textbooks under the black folder, "Then let's start the first lesson, please turn to the fifth page."

The whole class was ordinary, except for the person behind him who kept stepping on the legs of the desk and shaking it back and forth.Misato sat in front, and she could clearly feel the regular rhythm on her back.She moved the stool forward with a blank expression, but unexpectedly, the people behind moved the table forward as well, and then continued to step on the legs of the table.

"Hey... Zun, you have affected Awashima-san in front of you." The yellow-haired boy named Tokuta Tara reminded Zhou Fangzun in a low voice.

"Hmm..." Zhou Fangzun seemed to realize that his behavior was inappropriate only after hearing Shi Shu's words. He put down his feet on the table legs, dragged his chin and looked at the grammar that Teacher Kuina was explaining. Turning his head slightly, he asked Ten Beams, "What is that painted on her, a fly?"

"That's a smiling girl, agirlismiling." Shi Shu explained.

"Her painting level really hasn't improved in ten thousand years." Zhou Fangzun yawned as he spoke.

"Teacher Kuan Ming doesn't teach art, so don't ask so much—" Before Shi Shu finished speaking, he tilted his head and avoided the chalk attack in time.

"Student Zhou Fang, you seem to be very confident in this grammar, so I will ask you to do this question." Teacher Kuan Ming stretched out his hand, waiting for Zhou Fangzun to come up to answer.

"...sheusedtohaveaboyfriend...she..." Shishu tried his best to help Zhou Fangzun, but it was a pity that Mr. Kuina had seen through what he thought was a concealed move.

"Student Shishu, if you say one more word, I will specially assign a 1000-word composition for you for tonight's homework." Teacher Kuina smiled.

Zhou Fangzun shuffled to the podium, took the white chalk from Kushina teacher, and then drew a man whose head and body could barely be distinguished in the blank space next to the question, "This is... Kushinaho Po's...boyfriend..."

After speaking, he looked at Kushina-sensei with a serious face and waited for her answer.

"Student Zhou Fangzun, a 1000-word essay, hand it in before class tomorrow. Please go back to your seat." Teacher Kuan Ming seemed to be suppressing the invisible anger. She turned around and erased the man just now with an eraser, and then wrote the answer. Go up, "Although Zhou Fang's answer is very creative, but this is the standard answer, don't remember it wrong."

Misato just moved her eyes, watching Zhou Fangzun pass by with a slightly disturbed expression, and then said to Shi Shu, "Ah...then I'll leave it to you."

Ten beams behind him smiled helplessly, "In the end, I still have to write..."

The author has something to say: Hmm.........Because the vest cannot be transferred to another group, so I moved to the queen size....