It must be very common to say this kind of thing in life. All sorts of accidents or something.

Although from my personal point of view, those accidents are no longer accidents, but deliberate murder, but on other people's side, they can always achieve something good because of those various accidents.

For example, on the way to school, I met a beautiful girl who was galloping down the ramp with bread in her mouth. Another example is when I was lazy, I met the strict student president who also tried to be lazy. Or when I was in the swimming pool, I inexplicably reached out and grabbed the bra of the most beautiful girl in the class.,And then start a love story or something.。

And me? What about those of us who don't have that kind of luck? I had to suffer all kinds of injustices every day, being suppressed by various editors and superiors, and then using lies and vague words to prevaricate others. While racking his brains to think about the next countermeasures, he has to show that he has a chance to win. As for falling in love or something, I don't even have time to think about it, I can only let myself act with the pace of others like a spinning top, and from time to time I have to be whipped because I walk slowly.

It's not scientific, it's unfair, it's too unfair, this world.

Isn't this kind of world unsound?

Why do some people have to starve and freeze every day, while others have nothing to eat every day? Why are some people shivering in a dark corner, while others are still shouting in the insulator that it's hot?

I think they need a revolution. They need a proletarian revolution.

A red revolution can make this world understand the necessity of communism and its greatness and strength.

That's right, one person is not terrible, what is terrible is to become ten people like one person. No matter how much capitalism tries to camouflage its society with sugar-coated shells, they will never be able to hide the fact that they are trembling under united socialism and completely slandering the communist program. They are always a group of timid people who dare not face everything that is fair.

Yes, communism is needed in this world. They need a red revolution. The dictators, the capitalists, the parasites that live on the people must be overthrown. What they need is not just a shout, but real action.

So my conclusion is, burn down that group of loveists! Sparks dance in the flames, giving heavenly punishment to evil opposite-sex relationships! Cross up, let us raise our torches high and sing the song of the Rhine to send these capitalist lackeys to the hell they deserve! ’

"It's ...... than the Valley"

Shizuna-sensei Hiratsuka had a few eye-catching green tendons on her forehead, and a lady's cigarette was crushed into pieces in her fingers.

"I thought you'd be able to make some progress lately...... But now it seems like I'm expecting a little too much? I posted this essay to those temples, and I didn't have any sense of disobedience, do you know the Tao? ”

"Is it because my essay has a powerful exorcism function?"

"It's the conjuring, you idiot! The resentment is about to become substance! ”

A teacher who had lost his teaching ethics slapped the composition on the table with a snap out of the corner of his eye.

But to be honest, although many of the words above are grandiose words and phrases used to please the reader's psychology, there is at least some of my real emotions on it. It really makes me a little sad to be rejected with such contempt.

I mean the communist part.

"What exactly have you been working on under the snow lately? That kid seems to have been disturbed by you a little bit lately. ”

Taking a deep breath, it seemed that it was time to get down to business, and Shizuna-sensei Hiratsuka crossed her legs and took out a new cigarette and lit it in front of the high school students.

Hey, academic performance is the most important thing for students, right? Is there no problem with teachers being disqualified? Even if I can tolerate you, the PTA Parent Federation will not let you go, right? And personally, I don't like a teacher smoking in front of me. My respiratory organs are not a sturdy system that can withstand secondhand smoke.

"Specifically, it's like a seminar."

I carefully thought about some of the things we had done since the timber incident, and made some remarks cautiously.

"The teacher should also know the way, that guy under the snow has the key to my house. Then, for some of the requirements of Hihama-san, it is very normal and natural to go through a series of trainings. All in all, that's it. ”

After thinking about it, I described the days I spent in the briefest of words.

"Explosions, intentional injury, verbal violence, the Cold War, nonviolent non-cooperation, and walking on the brink of crime. That's it. ”

"I think I can understand a little bit more, you don't have to say any more."

Teacher Hiratsuka just listened to a few words and showed a look of understanding, and stretched out his hand to signal that I don't need to say anything.

But anyway, when I mentioned it, I had a feeling of wanting to die for a few days.

First of all, Yui Hihama is passionate about murderous cooking, and then there is the composition that has to be reviewed by Kizuza, which is like eating just by reading it, and there is the verbal violence that you have to endure under the snow anytime and anywhere. Until then, I have to finish my own work, and I have to get the manuscript out and send it out to the satisfaction of the editor. Those who died violently have to write a review book to review their mistakes.

Is this something that a normal high school student should face? Every day, we have to deal with the invasion of various viral substances, and we also have to bear the heavy pressure of the mental level of the person. That's under the snow, under the snow. For her, any kind of verbal violence is a very common language in her eyes. It would have been easier for her to be the tsundere that appears in the usual novels, but unfortunately, the person who attacked her could never be me. She hadn't been pampered even once in front of me.

The only salvation is that Yui Hihama is still a cooking idiot in the true sense of the word. In general, I had to endure verbal violence when I wanted to eat, and I had to think about the pain of going to the hospital if I wanted to be comforted.

By the way, the level of written nausea of timber is constant, and I'm completely hopeless about this.

"Obviously you can still support it under the snow, but you are already desperate for the timber seat......

"That's right. I've given up. There is something that no one can do in this world, and I believe that. I believe that I will never be able to do that kind of thing in a short period of time. Because he couldn't even use punctuation, I didn't know what he was writing about. ”

"Ah...... All in all, it's hard work......"

Teacher Hiratsuka rubbed her eyebrows with a headache.

"All in all, this essay is still failing and you have to go back and rewrite it. At least learn more from Xuexia how to please the teacher, you guy. Even as an educator, I have headaches. Think more about the mood of middle-aged people. ”

"Teacher, have you finally admitted the fact that you can't find a boyfriend in middle age?"

“…… Be careful that I kill you, Biqigu. ”