Chapter Thirteen: I just want to live a quiet life
The table was slapped with a loud bang, one after another, and every time Yu Xian was about to speak, he was interrupted by this sudden slap on the table.
"You bastard! Are you listening to my lecture!!!"
The bald dean shouted loudly, "I tell you to stand up straighter, open your eyes, and learn from the classmates around you. Even if your grades are bad and your character is poor, you plan to rely on the Miyamoto family's remaining power for the rest of your life?"
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As he spoke, he slapped the table vigorously, and suddenly found that he couldn't do it anymore.
The rusty table was kicked away by Yu Xian's childish kick, and it fell to the ground with a clang, while the covered eyes of the young man in front of him revealed an indescribable darkness.
"Go away, uncle stinker." Yu Xian said softly, "Your mouth smells so bad."
The scene was extremely quiet for a while.
The bald dean took two steps back and sweat broke out on his forehead.
The students who looked over were also stunned.
No one could have imagined that it would be such a broken situation. Everyone was actually waiting for the child to run out crying in tears after being scolded. This dean, known as the "Iron Masked Dog", had scolded many students, both men and women.
Yes, regardless of discrimination, there are not a few who were scolded to the point of despair and dropped out of school. After bringing their children home, parents did not think about how to resist the school, but instead scolded their children again. Some even scolded their children in front of teachers and students.
The child was beaten wildly to beg for forgiveness.
However, he was surprisingly friendly and kind to the teenagers and girls in the one-way art education area. Without even thinking about it, all the students there had strong family backgrounds, and he could easily take pictures of several famous people with just a slap.
When future generations come out, scolding their children is equivalent to insulting the entire family. When the matter is resolved privately, the school will definitely make him kneel down and kowtow to apologize.
At this moment, the children in the general education area were all excited. The school uniform Yu Xian was wearing was the uniform of the general education area. How dare he slap the 'Iron Masked Dog' in the face in front of so many people? It was so exciting.
!It’s so exciting!
It is no exaggeration to say that this group of students who usually only dared to complain and discuss in private were so angry that the name Yuxian Zhisheng was engraved in their hearts in just thirty seconds. Prometheus
Stealing fire can only bring light to the world.
But will this boy be like Prometheus, nailed to a pillar and left to be eaten by vultures?
"You, you!" the dean pointed at Yu Xian with a trembling hand.
He wanted to slap her, but he really didn't dare.
Parents in the Central District were watching from behind. If they really hit him and were seen by them, they would inevitably wonder whether their children would experience the same thing at school.
What's more, that woman from the Miyamoto family is not easy to mess with.
I can still vividly remember the way Master Okuhata was chopped into a dead dog by her with a bamboo knife.
Verbal violence is far more terrifying than physical violence. Physical violence can at least be traced, such as calling the police or fighting back, but verbal violence kills people invisibly, and corrupts and destroys the organs along with the spirit.
I thought I could scold him and break him down, so I could take advantage of him first.
But now, it's self-defeating.
The cheers and whistles of the teenagers sounded loudly from the back of the bald head.
"Wait for me!" The bald man left a cruel message, and hurriedly walked behind the podium, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and sat on the seat on the podium.
Anyway, you are going to make a fool of yourself in front of the whole school today, so there is really no need to fight with you right now.
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The rain is heavy and continuous.
Kirima Yoshitomo pulled Miyamoto Yukiko and sat down near the central area.
Miyamoto Yukiko stretched her swan-like neck and looked around for Yu Xian's childish figure. She wanted to tell him, try not to be brave, it doesn't matter if you give up, anyway, everything will be fine after you formally learn music theory.
She didn't know that Yu Xian was taken to a remote place to sit like an exiled student. Otherwise, there was a high probability that she would rush to the podium and overturn the table in anger.
"There's no need to look for it. The children who are going to perform should be preparing backstage." Kirima Yoshitomo put her hand on Miyamoto Yukiko's hand and comforted her.
Miyamoto Yukiko sighed quietly.
all!
Kirima Michi's face tightened and she held her breath.
This is the sound of the taiko drum that means the school song is about to begin.
All the children sitting there stood up in an uproar at this moment.
Pass! Pass! Pass!
The taiko drum is struck three times in succession.
The sound infinitely amplified by the sound of electric current made even the rain on the ground tremble.
The Arts Council of Dongda University stood up.
The students and their parents stood up shoulder to shoulder.
The students stood up, clenched their fists, and struck the ginkgo badge on their left chest with their fists.
"Ouch!" A student in the crowd howled like a wolf.
Yu Xian, who was sleeping with his neck raised and dreaming of fishing, was frightened awake. The school of fish he just dreamed about disappeared in his mind. After a good sleep, he came to the wild forest?
"Aow, ow!" The students around them wailed together.
This scene is as strange as it gets. The beat of taiko drums is accompanied by howls. A female student in the one-way art area is raising her fists and directing all the movements.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Everyone, look to me!"
"preparation!"
The sound of the taiko drum gradually stopped and was replaced by the sound of the eight-foot flute.
"Hey!" the girl shouted loudly, raising her arms like a big bird.
Forgive Yuxian for being proficient in Japanese but didn't understand what the girl's yiyadao meant. I speculated that it was most likely an oath before taking an oath.
A grand accompaniment sounded.
The voices of all the students crashed over like waves.
""The Light of Ginkgo"."
"The leaves of the ginkgo outside the window are sticking out."
"Caress my head gently."
"We are about to set off for the future...so why wait here."
"When the cherry blossoms bloom, the ginkgo trees also say goodbye."
"The years are painful but make people..."
Finally, the chores in the world were over. Yuxian Zhisheng wiped the sweat from his forehead. He watched the female student on the podium conduct the chorus of the school song with various weird postures.
Close your arms, stretch your thighs, hello, JOJO?
Pointing her toes and spinning around in circles, the identity of Sailor Moon is no longer present, right?
Hey, hey, hey, you don't have a bamboo dragonfly in your pocket, so you don't have to reach out and swing your hand around so much to take it out.
Everyone sang happily, and Yu Xian was very happy when he complained childishly.
There are really too many flaws.
After the school song was completed, everyone sat down, and Kazuki Sawano, the orthodox principal of the Tokyo University Art Affiliated Elementary School, formally took the stage to deliver a speech.
First, he praised the students for their efforts in learning, and then hoped that they would continue their efforts.
Unlike other students who were drowsy at this time, Yuzuru changed his sleepy state and seriously obtained useful information from Principal Kazuki Sawano's speech.
I really got it.
Last year, the overall ranking of Tokyo University Art Elementary School dropped two places in Tokyo, being squeezed out by Hokkaido First Art Academy and Waseda's newly developed gifted youth project team.
All in all, it's not a happy speech.
The parents seemed to share life and death, and all of them looked serious, and they couldn't help but look at their children with even more serious expressions.
"——Please prepare the sixth grade students who are about to graduate and prepare for the exam and rush to the best compulsory education junior high school in Honda District." Sawano Kazuki's voice spread through every corner of the gymnasium hall through the current of the microphone.
"Students in the art one-way education zone, I sincerely hope that all of you can pass the examination and review smoothly and be admitted directly to the junior high school." Kazuki Sawano paused, "And at the Starlight Awards in early April, Won great honor for the school.”
"This is the end of my speech." After finishing speaking, Kazuki Sawano bowed his head in salute and walked away.
This elderly man surprisingly didn't talk much nonsense, and his voice was full of magnetism. His words revealed natural authority, giving people the feeling that he was worthy of being an orthodox principal.
Everyone applauded vigorously.
Yu Xian was also applauding while thinking about something.
Figure skating, kendo, flower arranging, and a series of other trainings, Xuezi has arranged so many tasks for herself in the "Path to the Gods" course schedule, doesn't she just want me to participate in this Starlight Awards? Bar?
Yu Xian's naive expression changed instantly.
Writing a novel will help you make money once to pay off your debts, Yukiko!
Get up on time to go to school, come home from school on time, go fishing with Aoi Takashi on weekends, occasionally participate in figure skating and kendo to exercise, and never have anything to do with any woman other than you, don't stick to winning or losing, and don't dwell on worries. , don’t make any enemies!
I, Yu Xian, just want to live a peaceful life!
Don’t even think about me becoming a national idol since childhood!
——But obviously it is.
Whether it was Yukiko Miyamoto who walked in with a sad face, or Hiiragi Kirima who was immersed in the performance in advance.
And, in the backstage preparation room, he was repeatedly chanting his name while taking out a precious violin from its case.
And in the near future, he will meet a yandere girl on ice named "Kami-e no Ruri" who will meet him like fate at the figure skating training ground.
They obviously don't think so.
The interesting life has just begun, isn't it?
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