[Comprehensive] Martyrdom is not a good civilization

The next class is English. The teacher in charge of the class is a middle-aged female teacher with a beautiful face and a good manner. Her classroom atmosphere is obviously much better.

The morning finally passed peacefully.

The sun has risen to the middle, but the light is as foggy and lazy as in the morning.

The view from the roof is very good, and you can see most of the school. Most of the school facilities are very old, with a withered yellow color. The metal letters on the side of the teaching building are corroded, and there are dark red spots on the walls.

Socializing between girls is nothing more than going to the bathroom together, eating bento together, and commuting to and from school together.

Kiko and I sat in the corner of the roof, eating the soulless bento made in batches at school.

Unlike family gatherings, bento is naturally the happiest to eat while chatting.

"Kiko, tell me about my new dormitory!"

"I'm afraid that you won't be able to sleep alone at night, Ayako, are you sure you want to listen?" Sanzuki Noriko asked, but the flying expression on her face gave her away.

"Of course! Kiko tell me quickly~ Otherwise I won't be able to sleep tonight!"

"Then let me tell you!" Kiko swallowed the last piece of carrot in the lunch box and cleared his throat, "This story starts with our classmate who was a year above us——Tanaka Yukina."

Tanaka Yukina?Didn't she come to class with me in the morning? I was puzzled, but I didn't interrupt Noriko Yamazuki's narration.

"There used to be a student in Class B of the second year named Tanaka Xue Nai. Senior Tanaka's Japanese history was very bad. Her teacher kindly invited her to come to her home for tutoring on weekends. Not long after, it was reported that she seduced her teacher during after-school tutoring. Caught by the teacher's wife."

Noriko Sanzuki whispered in my ear, looking at the stairs leading to the roof from time to time, and I nodded from time to time to show that I was listening carefully.

"Quietly tell you, there are also rumors that the Japanese history teacher who is teaching Miss Tanaka's supplementary lessons is from our class-Shirota Hiroo! I don't think this rumor is credible, after all, Shirota-sensei is so ugly! I have never taught his class Don't look up!"

There is no Japanese history in the morning, and I have never seen Shirota Hiroo, so I just nodded and asked, "Mathematics teacher has pretty facial features, didn't I see you looking up?"

"Teacher Cangsong's skin is too yellow, and the smell of perfume on her body is too strong. The most important thing is that she was only a little late last time in the well, and she was beaten with a triangle ruler and stayed in the hospital for a month. This is terrible!"

I nodded, realizing where the student's fear of the math teacher had come from.

But...perfume?Isn't it the stench of rotting flesh?

"Does Ji Zi smell fragrant? I think it stinks."

"Perfume will stink if you spray it over your head." Noriko Yamazuki shrugged, "I haven't gotten to the point yet. After the rumors that Tanaka-senpai seduced the teacher spread, the mysterious disappearance, and the few people who took the lead in bullying the senior sister began to feel uneasy. Stop bad luck, people who gradually learned about these rumors stopped spreading them. The empty seats in the class now belong to the former Tanaka-senpai, and I don’t know why no one has been assigned to sit or evacuated.”

Empty seat...?What did I see...?

Thinking about it carefully, I swallowed with an ominous premonition: "So what does this have to do with the dormitory?"

"Of course it has something to do with her! Miss Tanaka is gone, but the things in her dormitory are still there. The person who was sleeping with her at the time found a piece of white paper with circles on her desk, on which was written 'Help me! '. In my opinion, she must have asked Bixian to take her away!"

Noriko Yamazuki shivered as she spoke, her voice became even softer, and the snort that was close to my ear was blown behind my ear, causing goose bumps all over my body.

"Since then, dormitory 404 has been sealed off and no one can live in it. This year, Ayako moved to the dormitory group and you just got an order, and the old dormitory building was renovated, so you were assigned there."

Shanyue Noriko was obviously frightened by the story she told, her voice was dry: "Don't tell Ayako about this, just listen to it. You lived there for a while, no, nothing happened."

"…it is good."

It was "Ayako" that nothing happened, not me "Ayako Sakuradani".

What should I do?I want to cry but have no tears.

The lunch break wasn't long, and Noriko Sanzuki and I packed up our bento boxes, returned to class, and tacitly stopped talking about Tanaka Yukina, and instead talked about little girls.

During the period, I glanced at Tanaka Xuenai's seat from time to time, but she didn't come back.

The content in the class is not difficult, but I have to work hard to prevent my feet from being exposed.

Time flies quickly in concentration, and it is the last class in a blink of an eye.

The class bell rang, and the teacher, who was right on the second, stepped into the classroom at the moment the bell rang.

This class is Japanese history. Mr. Shirota moved to the podium with a big belly. The suit jacket couldn't cover the fat on his stomach, and the buttons would collapse with a little force. I wondered if he could see his feet when he lowered his head.

A few gray hairs were curled up on the top of Shirota-sensei's radiant head. Although he was smiling, his sneaky demeanor seemed better than not smiling. He vividly interpreted the ugly appearance of a wretched old man.

Just like Kiko said, it's really ugly.Will he be disgusted by himself when he looks in the mirror every day?

I looked down and flipped through the textbook. Unlike the almost blank textbook used in the last math class, the pages were densely packed with notes.

The delicate font and writing habits are exactly the same as mine.

amazing.

"Students, look up at the teacher, class has begun!"

Shirota-sensei scanned for a week, his eyes did not stay on most of the people, his eyes stuck to my face, turned to my chest and looked away regretfully.

The sticky eyes finally settled on the short-haired woman among the four.

Oh, she has big breasts.

"Before class starts today, the teacher will ask some students to answer questions. If you can't answer the questions, I will come to my office after class. The teacher will give you after-class tutoring!" Shirota grinned, showing his yellow teeth corroded by nicotine .

The last words were almost staring at the short-haired woman.

The woman frowned in disgust.

There was silence under the podium, and no students raised any objections. In class, they were dumb who couldn't speak except for answering questions.

Shirota called several students in a row—all pretty girls answered questions, and the questions they asked were very simple.

No one answered wrongly, Shirota nodded in satisfaction.

"Last question... Reika Kato, please recite the entire contents of the third paragraph on page 40 of textbook No.[-].

The short-haired woman—Kato Reika stood up with an uneasy expression: "Teacher, I can't."

"Isn't it? Kato-san please sit down."

Kato Reika rolled her eyes and sat down.

Not only was Shirota not angry, he touched the bulging flesh on his belly and smiled like a ghost: "Kato-san, remember to come to my office after school."

Kato Reika's face softened and became stiff again, "I...!"

The thin man in the front row stared back at her, Kato Reika turned her head and closed her mouth.

"Okay, class starts now..."

The level of Shirota's lectures is not high, and PPT is played throughout the class, and students only need to hand-copy the knowledge points in the book to complete the teaching.

He walked around my seat several times, asking me if there was anything I didn't understand.

Understand, understand, I understand, can you go a little farther away, the smell of sweat on your body has suffocated me!

I was holding the pen, and the veins on my forehead were throbbing.

"Bell—ring—"

Finally freed, I took a deep breath and fell down on the desk.

The students looked relaxed and walked out of the classroom in twos and threes.

The atmosphere of the four people in the back row was not very good. The tall one walked at the end, staring at Kato Reika with a ghastly expression.

Kiko walked to the door and saw me still in a daze on the seat: "Ayako, don't you want to go? There are special croissants for today, if you don't hurry up, you won't be able to buy them."

"Go, come!"

I took one last look at Yukina Tanaka's empty seat and turned to leave.