The Former Hero Wants To Lead An Ordinary Life

The entrance ceremony ended without delay, and we freshmen moved to our own classrooms, where we would spend the next year.

When the student chairman came out to greet him as a student representative in the middle of the ceremony, it became a little noisy, but otherwise it was solemnly executed and an out-of-the-box regular admissions ceremony.... No, I wasn't expecting anything more flashy. Just a little surprised.

I noticed the six-valley walking a little forward on the way from the auditorium to the school building and tried to talk to him, but when he and I met each other, the six-valley turned away slightly to speed up his legs and spoke to another classmate....... if you can blatantly avoid it that way, it will hurt you just fine. No, well, I don't think anger can be solved that easily...

While I was disappointed, I had no choice but to head to the classroom alone.

You know, I just got into school. Botch, I miss Na.

When did the stripes also disappear from the neighborhood? I think he's a whimsical, exhausting cat. I haven't been compatible with cats for a long time. Totally dogsy.

I got more and more depressed when I wondered if I would continue to face him in the same classroom as him.

Class F classrooms were - what a different school building from the rest of the class.

It was built in a place with bad sunshine and a stifling atmosphere surrounded by tall trees, and the building was also in a cracked stone western style, in a corner of the school furthest from the dorm. In the meantime, my first impression was that even Dracula seemed to live there. Or even Frankenstein.

(What is this blatant indulgence addition and subtraction...)

I have a half-eyed view of the school building given to Class F, located on the lowest level of the school hierarchy. They treat me worse than I imagined.

This school building contains F classes for three grades only for the Higher Department.

You don't have to be in class F to clean up the school?

Incidentally, there is no class F in the middle part (because it is smaller than the higher part), and classes are not divided between the middle parts in order of grades.

The three-story western hall had a classroom upstairs.

The sight of 1-F, 2-F and 3-F plates lining the hallway followed was very surreal. I felt like everything was going F... Is it an ominous flag where accidental homicide or something happens? Kind of a rare sight nationally, I guess, here it is. I posted it on a show and it looks ugly.

Furthermore, the staircase, which ascended to the third floor, was supinely sealed with chains of iron.... What the hell is up there...? Upstairs, a glimpse from the dance floor, was as gloomy as the dim, well-chilled air had made it or fallen from it. My spine trembled. No, seriously, it's something...!

They have empty rooms, old libraries, study rooms, dining rooms, etc. on the ground floor. The dining room will not be served just because there is a drinking water vending machine and a table. They have no choice but to go and buy lunch to the main school building store, bring lunch, or run back and forth to the dorm cafeteria. I bought the information from my classmates.

And class F. It is a surprise scorn.

Naturally, the look on the faces of the students put into such a class darkens, as does the atmosphere in the classroom, which is heavy and pungent.

There's a mix of guys with bad behavior to see, and there's a little bit of communally handicapped students stuck in their own world. And I'm a part of the grand F-class, too. It is a rare state of beast that has been made completely distant, and it is also Awesome here. Really, I miss my home. My brother's an idiot. Goddamn school like this, this time I'm really gonna ram you, Gaugau.

There were also some vacant seats in the classroom, and it seemed that some of the audacious freshmen had been skipping since the first day of school. Basically, I'm not going to be able to imitate very well to the little one.

Plus.

"This is Ryugasaki Ei. Well, it's appropriate."

He was a young male teacher who seemed unmotivated to see.

Jaw covered in beards, violet blue suit with sloppy front open, red brown hair.

Sleepy voice and face.

Looking only at appearance, that teacher, who falls into the wild male category, had ruined all the advantages God had given him in other elements.

I've never seen a man so perfectly annoyed by the expression "host sloppiness at the end of the day". In the first place, it feels wrong for teachers to enter the ceremony with a gold button suit on purple ground. It seems more familiar to be lit by downtown neons than to stand in a classroom.

"Well, I'll take attendance. It's a pain in the ass, so you can finally introduce yourself."

Wow, this tenure is a grand pain in the ass for my students...

I recognized earlier that my position in class F seemed pretty bad.

The tone is also daldal, not at all smug.

... Are you okay with this, class F.? I am quite anxious about the precursor.

The introduction was only the one that said the name, the place of origin, the school of origin (internal or external), and the one that talked about hobbies, stunts, and clubs, and even within the F class there were still differences in individual personalities and properties. It's obvious, but it's important that you tend to forget and don't forget.

Rokkaya introduced himself only to his origins and internal students without difficulty.

There was no such thing as a comedy note in the classroom.... he was seen as a skipper.

Most people in the class introduced themselves to whether their lack of motivation to serve propagated, but some rarely said anything interesting.

"Break the origami with your toes"

"You can play the piano backwards"

- No, they're both awesome. (laughs) Why did you pursue it there?

However, all in all, he was a member who seemed to have a lot of personalities to put it well, and a slightly queasy one to put it another way. The guy who dyed his hair bright red, don't even stand up. I just said his name to finish the introduction.

I took my turn and took my seat. First of all, after you say your name and your origins, you want to do something important. This place to introduce myself was a huge opportunity for me.

"Uh, there seems to be a lot of misunderstandings, so I'll take this opportunity to correct them. I'm not the chief of any team, I'm an ordinary citizen who loves peace and tranquillity, so thank you. Tell your friends too and make a huge appeal for my human and animal harmlessness. Please. That's it!

I sat down just saying what I wanted to say.

The reaction of my classmates, well, something like that. At least it wasn't unresponsive, so it should be good.

Somehow I felt an interesting gaze on his face, so when I looked at him, … he dropped his gaze on the attendance book at hand. I felt somewhere to spare the glance I grabbed by the slightest difference, but soon my next name was called and my consciousness turned to you.

Confirmation of attendance and introduction, which was going smoothly, stopped a few more than I did.

"Nishikujo.... is absent"

The chairman scratches his head with a grump and a pen butt and drops one sigh.

"Not at all. He's no different when he's in high school."

Is Nishi-kyu-jo from an internal student, or did he serve as a mouthpiece who had known Nishi-kyu-jo students for a long time?

Whether or not I was out of school, I simply recognized it and immediately forgot the name I had nothing to do with.

Of course I don't know at this time.

- I don't know how the presence of "Nishi-kyu-jo" will get involved with me later, but it will also attract the attention of the troublesome guy because of "Nishi-kyu-jo," and he's in a predicament.

I wonder who "Nishi-kyujo" is.

I didn't know anything yet, I was there.

The introduction was also completed, and the chairman verbally communicated the date starting tomorrow, and after the election of what would once be class committee chairman, the process of dissolution began.

The class committee chairman was run by a pair of glasses men who looked serious, so it was decided lightly.

I originally thought this kind of thing could be rubbed without anyone wanting to, but it's good to have motivated students.... and I was simply thinking, but when I become chairman of the committee, it seems to be a popular position in other classes because there are some advantages in this school. Sometimes they can rub it with who wins class committee chairmanship. The opposite was true of my perception of the world in general.

Incidentally, the above sources are also the chatter of classmates sitting diagonally behind each other.... Is that it? Am I going to be a pain in the ass sneaking up on my classmates?

Safe to catch you sounding on your own, I tell myself, even with tears in my heart.

I didn't have anyone to talk to, so when I went out into the hallway to make my way home, there were a couple of not-so-familiar senior students waiting for me.

One of them, a good Gatai student dyed his hair in orange, tells me to go out with him because he needs to talk to me.

- Anyway, I took a deep breath, but I admitted it. Even if I say no now, this kind of thing will persevere afterwards.

Where do you pretend not to look at me when you see me surrounded by senior students?

"Well, give him a break."

I spoke to him like that and he passed by.

What a lousy response as a teacher in front of a student summoned by an upper class. Are you authorized to serve? I'm not motivated. It's a sensei. Isn't it "normal" to teachers?

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In the meantime, I followed those upperclassmen, getting all the attention in the classroom. Now I didn't expect it, but my friendly classmate who tried to help me didn't show up.... Oh man, this is a genuinely botch-determined pattern.