Tsuboda Harumi doesn't understand the current situation.
Did I do something that makes people hate me?
But she had no chance to verify it with her friends for the time being, because the bell for class had already rang, and Teacher Arimura, who taught "Business Organization Theory", had also entered the classroom.
Teacher Arimura is a man in his forties. He wears glasses and is always very kind.
He walked to the church, cleared his throat to say hello to the students, and then flipped through the roster: "Well, let's take roll call before class."
"Umezu Yuki."
"arrive."
"Keiji Suehiro."
"arrive."
"..."
"..."
While Tsuboda Harumi was struggling with the strange episode before class, she listened to Teacher Arimura's roll call.
It seems like it's almost my turn.
"Kana Takehara."
"arrive."
Teacher Arimura called on her friend Kana's name, and Kana, who left Tsuboda and sat in the back row of the classroom, responded in a weak tone.
So, next is Pingtian.
Her serial number on the roster is connected with Chanel.
But at this time, Teacher Arimura, who was famous for his smooth speaking on the podium, suddenly stopped.
The always kind teacher looked at the name on the roster and closed his lips forcefully. His throat wriggled hard, as if there was a mouthful of thick phlegm stuck there.
Teacher Arimura's hand holding the roster unconsciously exerted force, and the paper wrinkled in his palm.
"Tsubo...Kengo Kogure."
Teacher Arimura spoke, skipping the unspeakable name.
After deliberately ignoring it, he felt extremely relaxed.
"I……"
Tsuboda, who was already ready to answer, was completely stunned.
The roll call in class continued, and after crossing Pingtian, the process became smoother again.
A few minutes later, Teacher Arimura called on the name of the last student on the roster. He smiled with satisfaction: "Very good, everyone is here today, let's start class."
Books were flipped in the classroom and chalk rubbed against the blackboard.
For others, a very normal course on business organization theory began.
Tsuboda Harumi was sitting alone in the audience, her body shaking unconsciously. There was no one around her, making her already thin figure look even thinner.
The classroom was obviously full of people, but Pingtian seemed to be sitting in a wilderness, sitting in darkness with no end in sight.
She is incompatible with everything around her.
is that a lie?
Why?
What exactly is going on?
…
Jingle Bell--
The bell rang for the end of get out of class.
Teacher Arimura put down the chalk, put away the handouts, and then ordered: "Okay, everyone, please hand in all the exercises assigned last week."
Except for a few students who did not complete their homework, everyone else followed the instructions.
Tsuboda Harumi stood up from her seat in despair, and placed the exercise paper she had carefully completed over the weekend on the podium, placing it in the most conspicuous place.
"Teacher Arimura..."
The girl didn't know what to say.
She just wants to be noticed.
Teacher Arimura is usually very kind. When students talk to him and ask him questions, he will answer them carefully.
But now, the teacher never raised his head to look at Pingtian, just letting her stand there as if she didn't exist.
Ton, ton.
A teacher in a village piled up the collected exercise papers, knocked on the podium, and then hurried away as if running away.
Before he left, he left a paper on the podium.
The handwriting on the paper was neat, and the answers to the questions were written very carefully.
The name column clearly says: [Tsubota Harumi]
"Why?"
Tsuboda stared blankly at the exercises that had been deliberately left on the podium. She felt that the handwriting on it had become distorted, and the black notes were twisted and entangled, making her head dizzy and giving her a strong feeling of vomiting.
So, is everyone doing this on purpose?
It doesn’t matter if it’s Kana or Arimura-sensei.
Is everyone deliberately turning a blind eye to themselves?
But why?
Did I do something annoying?
Tell me!
"I obviously...didn't do anything."
Pingtian was the only one left in the classroom, just like the answer sheet that was deliberately left behind, lonely and light, with clear imprints on the white paper and black characters.
…
It's still snowing in Tokyo today.
Industrial salt should have been sprinkled on the road, and the snow did not condense into thin ice, but turned into black dirty snow.
Pingtian was walking home alone with six gods and no masters.
She was still thinking about what happened at school.
I wonder if I have really done something bad to make my friends and teachers hate me.
However, she really didn't expect it.
Ringing——
A bicycle bell rang ahead.
At the corner of the road, a reckless young man jumped out on a bicycle.
"careful!"
Tsuboda, who was worried, couldn't dodge in time. When he reacted, the young man and his bicycle had already rushed in front of him.
boom!
Tsuboda Harumi fell heavily to the ground, and her palms grazed the ground, causing burning pain.
"Sorry, you..."
The young man who caused the trouble quickly reached out to pull Pingtian away, but as soon as his eyes fell on the girl he knocked down, he became panicked.
It was like seeing something that would attract an ominous evil.
The young man suddenly withdrew his outstretched hand, quickly got on his bicycle, and left without looking back.
To be continued...