"Uh-huh, ahem, it was just another joke. All in all, than the valley. ”

As if aware of his disqualification as an educator, Shizuna-sensei Hiratsuka coughed calmly after waking up. Holding the unlit cigarette in his mouth and crossing his legs, he naturally turned the topic back to normal path.

But the look is too stiff, the look is too stiff Mr. Hiratsuka. I'm starting to wonder if you're really the teacher who has taught countless students? Such a blunt performance can't even be fooled by the little ghosts of the junior high school film art school, not to mention that I have already experienced a hundred battles and have memories of another world, and I have also fought with publishers.

But judging from this point, I'm afraid that this kind of low-level mistake will occur because of my request, right?

No way? That's that Hiratsuka Shizuna, the teacher who can beat the students without changing his face until the students give in? Is there any student she can't deal with to use this clumsy disguise to seek help from another student?

"Biqigu, logically speaking, your essay is going to be rewritten."

Ms. Hiratsuka took a puff of dry cigarette - she didn't dare to smoke directly in front of the sick number - and waved the test paper in her hand in a somewhat tangled tone. The dense font on it looked more like some kind of magic symbol than language.

However, the meaning of 'according to reason' means that there is no need to follow reason now. Sure enough, what is the reason why this teacher feels tricky, but it is not good to come forward with the identity of a teacher, so he uses my experience as a student? If the teacher can't come forward directly, for this overzealous educator, I'm afraid there is only a psychological problem for the student, right?

I'm proud of this insight and a little scared at the same time.

How many geniuses are going to be, myself.

"But considering your current physical problems, forget it. The teacher is not the kind of person who is not approachable, and it is a little too unreasonable to ask a sick person to study at this intensity. So this time you barely got through. ”

I didn't dare to look directly at my eyes anymore, and I also changed my sitting position, which showed that I was a little nervous. The palm of the hand that was not holding the cigarette was in the pocket, and the face was slightly tilted to the side. It does seem to be demanding, and it's a little unconscionable. So, let's play a game of prophecy in your heart.

The next thing you're going to say is — but I have one request.

"I have one request, though."

“nice”

"Huh? What's wrong? ”

"Nothing, just ask."

"Really? Forget it, you have a lot of ideas anyway. ”

As if to find some excuse for herself, Hiratsuka-sensei frowned and inserted the completely unlit cigarette into the ashtray. The face as beautiful as Nadeshiko's had a pair of razor-like eyes, and it began to stare at my face as if it was about to be completely dissected.

"I know that your current academic performance does not need me to say anything, and I also know that you now have the ability to live independently. But Bi Qigu, your character is really a little too bad, and you will almost definitely suffer in the future when you are in society. I decided to take this opportunity to let you join a club and have a good workout, no problem, right? ”

No problem, or if there is a problem, it will be suppressed.

If it were an ordinary youth novel, it would definitely be like this. And then through the activities in the club, I met some girls.,And then after all kinds of strange events, the relationship with the girls quickly warmed up.,And then swayed left and right among several girls with different personalities but all of them are beautiful.。 After the worst, he made an inexplicable ending while being scolded for being a seedless man.

If this is a young adult novel, or if I am a high school student who doesn't have much opinion, maybe I'll just follow the pace arranged by the teacher, right? But sadly, I probably don't need these things very much.

Because I'm strong enough.

"Hiratsuka-sensei, I'd like to ask you a question first."

I looked at the beautiful woman in front of me carefully, and cautiously asked my own question from a more cautious angle.

"What is the meaning of society from the teacher's point of view? Is it simply a so-called graduation into the society? I guess it's not that simple. The so-called social person should become one of the cogs of this world, communicate with others with his own strength, and then create value. That's right, right? ”

"Huh? Ah, there should be no problem in general, right? ”

Shizuna-sensei Hiratsuka opened her mouth in surprise, as if she didn't expect me to ask such a question.

This is certainly a matter of course. When two people of social status are in a conversation, and one side unilaterally thinks that they are superior, there is always a little surprise when they hear the voice of the other person.

It stands to reason that students are less likely to be exposed to the social environment. Students are young children who need to be cared for by their parents, and it is unlikely that they will render and embed themselves in society and create certain value. But when you do that, then you are part of this society. This kind of person is often called a taxpayer, which is the cornerstone of this society.

When you start to create wealth with your own strength, and at the same time recognize the legitimacy of the current government and pay taxes, you are a social person. It doesn't have much to do with age, and even those who work after graduating from junior high school, you can't say that they are not part of society. They create production value and pay taxes to ensure their independent survival, and this is society. The so-called social exchange is to bite into other gears while creating wealth, and that's it.

Teacher Hiratsuka understands this very well, but she can't understand what a student would say this. Because in any case, class differences will occur at the same time as social values are different, and it is normal to discriminate and despise them.

Although she has no ill will, contempt is contempt, and there is no difference.

"So I can probably understand what you mean, teacher. You're saying that I need to use this club to hone my character so that my weird and rotten personality can be improved. In this way, we can truly enter the society without slowly running in with others or even breaking ourselves, but smoothly integrate into the society. I guess I'm not wrong, right? ”

"Then if that's the case, please don't worry about me at all." Facing Mr. Shizuna Hiratsuka, who no longer knew what kind of expression Lu Dao used, I calmly spread out the hardcover book in my hand, and the author's name on it was gilded so that I had the confidence to face everything.

It would be too arrogant to say that I tried to point fingers at this education system without any capital.

I know very well what youth means, and I know even more about the value that can be exploded when a person is young and does something that can be easily done ten years later. Because youth itself is an irreplaceable capital, which is even stronger than any so-called parents and family history, because you have enough time and others do not.

So it's easy to use the so-called youth to make a youth fee while you're young. The memories I inherited when I was six years old have memories of true geniuses. When a composition that is common in the eyes of a sixteen-year-old high school student appears in the hands of a six-year-old child, then the value created is not comparable to that of a sixteen-year-old high school student. The same is true of the world's outlook and values.

"I believe I've made enough money and amassed connections to survive any financial bubble. I don't have any confusion about the future and social relationships. Like you, I am also a taxpayer in society. I'm living on my own with the money I've earned and I have an eight-figure balance on my card. ”

I shook the hardcover book in my hand at the teacher. The black title page clearly marked the two Chinese characters 'Hachiman'.

When Mr. Hiratsuka saw the author's name, his eyebrows raised slightly. There was a dejected look on his face. It was not so much a disappointment to see that one's student had a staggering fortune as it was to be disappointed that there was no way to legally extort one's student.

As an educator, Hiratsuka-sensei, you're really dangerous.

"So let's talk about it openly, teacher." I leaned back on the hospital bed and smiled at the educator in front of me, reached out and picked up the test paper, folded it, and made a small bookmark and stuffed it into the hardcover.

"What do you want me to do? I believe my character is not your real reason. If you really need me to do something, I won't refuse if it's too much to be a student. Of course, it's not impossible to exceed it, but I want the teacher to have a meal. Nothing is wrong, right? ”