The next day, December 26th, Tsuyo Day, the highest temperature in Tokyo was 5 degrees Celsius.

At seven o'clock in the morning, Murashima Rika was woken up from her sleep by the alarm clock early, and today the school is on holiday, but Yuko Murashima, who has always been strict, did not let her be idle, and enrolled her in cram school.

Pressing the alarm clock, she opened her eyes and looked at the white ceiling in front of her for a moment.

After watching it for a few minutes, she got up from bed and changed her clothes.

After washing, she took out the black hooded sweatshirt she had worn yesterday and stuffed it into a bag that was already packed with reference books.

Wrapping herself in a scarf, Rika Murashima picked up her schoolbag and left the house.

The late December morning was unusually cold, and there were far fewer pedestrians on the road than before.

Rika Murashima walked into a convenience store, said "excuse me" in a sullen voice, and went to the shelf, grabbed a box of sandwiches, and a can of milk for breakfast.

As she passed by a row of blue cans, she looked at the jars with the images of Takuya Aramura and Junri Uchida, hesitated for a moment, put the milk back in its place, picked up a blue can, and walked to the counter to pay the bill.

After coming out of the convenience store, Rika Murashima took out a marker from her school bag, blacked out the image of Junri Uchida on the can, pulled open the tab, tore open the package of the sandwich, and walked towards the cram school while eating.

After walking for about ten minutes, she arrived at the place where the cram school was, but instead of going in immediately, she went around the back, into a dense wood, took out the hooded sweatshirt from her school bag and threw it in an open field, found a stone to put on top of her clothes, and finally pulled out a lighter.

After setting her clothes on fire, she shook the lighter a few times vigorously and threw it at the stone.

Syllable!

Boom!

The plastic on the outside of the lighter shattered, and the butane inside vaporized instantly, and quickly burned up after encountering the fire, spreading the flames throughout the clothing.

Waiting for the clothes to burn almost off, Rika Murashima rolled up her sleeves and buried the remnants of the clothes on the spot.

After doing this, she patted off the dust on her body and entered the cram school as usual.

"In the middle of the 19th century, the reformers, mainly the middle and lower samurai class, gradually realized the backwardness of their country and the crisis of the nation, and put forward the slogan "Respect the Emperor and Conquer the Shogunate"... This was one of the most important events in modern Japanese history, the Curtain Fall Movement..."

A middle-aged teacher in a black suit was standing on the podium teaching history to the students in the audience, and he couldn't help but frown when he saw Rika Murashima standing at the door of the classroom with her head down.

He put down the chalk, propped one arm on the podium, and looked at Sayaka Murashima, "Sayaka Murashima." ”

Rika Murashima grabbed her cuffs tightly with both hands, buried her head lower, and replied in an extremely weak voice: "Yes..."

"You're five minutes late." The teacher raised his arm to reveal the watch, and with his other hand he reached out his finger and tapped the dial a few times, "Can you tell me what the reason is?" You've been doing this every day for the past few days, several times. ”

"I'm so sorry..."Rika Murashima's body trembled, "I... I accidentally overslept..."

Suddenly, there was a burst of laughter in the classroom.

The laughter was big and small, male and female, and while not necessarily all with malice, one thing is certain: kindness certainly does not exist.

"Murashima-san, there are some things I have to say to you today..."The teacher pushed his bulky black-rimmed glasses, "Your parents are willing to spend millions of dollars a year to send you here, so you should take it seriously and correct your attitude..."

After that, he raised his hand to the students in the audience, "Look at it, everyone in this classroom is studying hard, and their goal is either the University of Tokyo or a top school like Kyoto University, you can look at you again." ”

"These words may be a bit ugly, but with a responsible mentality, I think I have to tell you, if you just treat your studies with such a lazy attitude, then I still think it's better for you to handle the withdrawal, it's okay if you don't study well, don't affect others."

Rika Murashima closed her eyes and silently accepted the laughter that followed like a tidal wave, and then bowed several times in succession and said "I'm sorry" several times.

The teacher nodded in satisfaction and gestured to a seat at the back of the room, "Go sit down." ”

Rika Murashima took a deep breath, dragged her schoolbag across the aisle, and sat down under the dazzling gaze of her classmates.

"Okay, let's get on with the lecture." The teacher picked up the chalk again, "At the end of the reign of the Tokugawa shogunate, the samurai class who held power became abjectly impoverished and the machito class, who had no political power, became rich..."

Offstage, Rika Murashima was lying on the table, staring ahead with empty eyes.

She didn't listen to anything, and she didn't listen to anything...

She doesn't like to study, she hates the dull air in the classroom and the condescending eyes of her teachers and classmates...

I like to read anime comics, I love to pay attention to voice actors, and she is labeled as an "otaku" and she is an outlier in school, and here she is...

She's too tired to live... I feel overwhelmed by all kinds of pressures all the time, so much so that I feel suffocated...

She's really fed up with this life now!

She shouldn't be here all day, she wants to live as freely as Takuya Aramura, casual, self...

She has no interest in being admitted to any so-called top prestigious school, her dream is to be able to become a manga artist, and if she is lucky, the manga will be animated, and it would be better for Takuya Aramura to dub this anime...

Speaking of which, it's been a long time since she'd held a dip pen or manuscript paper...

She couldn't remember... But she will always remember the scene one afternoon, when her mother rummaged through the cabinets in her bedroom in front of her, searched all the tools used to draw comics, and burned them in the backyard...

After a few hours of confusion, it was noon, and the teacher packed up his things and announced the end of class.

The students got together and discussed what they had learned in class.

And Rika Murashima still hasn't learned anything in her brain.

Rising from her chair, she retrieved the books that had been scattered around her desk and had not been opened once from beginning to end.

Buzz –

The phone in the jacket pocket vibrated twice.

Rika Murashima put down her schoolbag and took out her phone.

A Line message from a friend with the nickname "Mai Sari".

Rika Murashima did not hesitate, unlocked her phone, and checked this information.

Misari: "Satoka, YN Office released a recruitment information today, to hire a few temporary staff, a few of us are going to go to the interview, and if you successfully pass the interview, you can get close to Takuya-kun every day, do you want to go?" ”

Rika Murashima's eyes, which were originally not bright, immediately lit up and typed back.

Rika: "Of course I want to go!" ”

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