Dragon Clan: Fujimaru-san is saving the world

When a girl reaches the age of fourteen, what will she face?

studying pressure.

Social pressure.

Or is it

"Well, as mentioned above, Fujimaru Ritsuka will no longer continue to serve as the student council president in our Toyosaki No. 3 Middle School starting from this semester. Instead, she will go to China next door to study as a grade-skipping exchange student."

The bald man silently grabbed one side of his hair and calmly recited what was written on the noteboard.

The man is the head teacher of Class 3, Junior 3, Toyosaki No. 3 Middle School. As an old teacher who has been on the frontline of education for decades, he has also been dealing with a girl named Fujimaru Ritsuka for three years.

During this period, because the girl often participated in various competitions, she established deep friendships with students and naturally had many contacts with teachers.

He understands Fujimaru Ritsuka and Toyosaki No. 3 Middle School very well.

so.

"The handover procedure was completed on Sunday. According to my request, there was no large-scale farewell event. The girl's photo was just quietly placed in our school's outstanding graduates hall of fame."

The teacher took out a photo album from under the podium and placed it on the table with a bang.

The photo album has exquisite metal trim, and the simple lines outline the aesthetics of scientific symmetry. The girl in the center of the picture is smiling like a flower, lively and cheerful, wearing a school red sportswear, jumping high, and the dynamic and beautiful moment was captured by the director of the photography club. Captured and sealed in this photo.

The teacher placed the photo frame in front of him and held it facing the students.

There was no sound in the classroom, so he glanced around. The scenery could only be described in four words.

Broken walls and ruins.

Some of the students were watching the summer wind flowing between the branches and leaves outside the window, looking at the crumbling dead leaves, thinking that the moment the leaf fell, their own lives would wither.

Some looked up at the ceiling of the classroom, quietly counting the cracks on the ceiling, looking at the accumulated dust, watching the fan spin up a few grains of dust and scattering it into the center of their eyes, ignoring the itching and pain.

Some of them had a slight smile on their faces, scribbling and drawing in notebooks originally written with mathematical formulas. Inside were their gratitude to their parents, family and friends, and their last words to the world.

Seeing everyone losing their fighting spirit, the head teacher frowned.

"Fujimaru Ritsuka also recorded a farewell video."

"Bring it over quickly."

"What were you doing just now?"

"You could have said that earlier."

"Brother over there, please turn off the fan, thank you."

"Hey, Mom, I'm sorry I called the wrong number. I'm fine. I'll go back for dinner tonight."

Everyone was laughing, and looking at the lively and peaceful classroom, the head teacher turned on the video and put it on the school's white screen.

The scene gradually turned from black to dim white, and then lit up. A girl who was familiar to both the teacher and the students appeared in the center of the screen.

The orange-haired girl sat on the white bed, with an open window next to her. A little halo of light fell down, and the girl's eyes were a little tired. She put her hands on her thighs and her lower body was wrapped in a white air-conditioned quilt, without much blood. His face looked pale, and his thin lips revealed the chill of early spring.

A few strands of hair are hanging down, messy and slender. There is an indelible light autumn in the eyebrows. A few green lines can be faintly seen on the hands with clear bone lines. They are so tender that they make people cry, just like seeing the spread of cherry blossoms. Beautiful and fascinating, but sad to end.

This may be the so-called light as chrysanthemum, broken as cherry blossoms.

Most of the people held their breath, only the head teacher narrowed his eyes and whispered.

"I just took a video right after I woke up. It was so perfunctory."

The class teacher's crazy words could not reach the ears of the students. They only revealed that they were watching a romantic literary film. In the end, they saw that the male and female protagonists could not get together, and they watched the female protagonist fall like a cherry blossom in the ward and dissipate. The scene of going away, silently washing my face with tears.

"Everyone, I'm leaving."

The girl finally spoke, her eyes wandering unsteadily before speaking. The students thought to themselves that it was definitely not looking for a camera, but that President Fujimaru, who loved the people, was distracted and his soul was empty after he learned that he was leaving Toyosaki No. 3 Middle School.

"I am very happy to have spent nearly three years at Toyosaki No. 3 Middle School. I love the grass and trees in this school. I love the classmates here, the teachers here, the volleyball nets I often pass here, and the The last fifty meters of a thousand meters are a track that slopes and sinks.”

The girl's eyes drifted away, glanced outside the screen and then back again. The students thought to themselves that it was definitely not taking time to read the draft prompts outside the camera, but the sincere President Fujimaru lamenting from the bottom of his heart that time has passed so quickly.

The head teacher took out his mobile phone and clicked on the screen a few times.

It is the first article on the second page of Wikipedia [Graduation Speeches from Junior High School Students].

"Well, I think there should be a lot of people in the classroom now, right?"

That's nonsense, right? This is a school, and teachers are in a bad situation if no one comes to the classroom.

"Oh oh oh, I can see it." The girl scratched her head and looked left and right at the camera, creating the feeling that she was having a conversation with the students outside the screen.

You can't see it, it's not a live broadcast.

After all, don't pursue interaction, don't make it like a warm-up for a voice actor meeting.

"Um, uh, anyway -" the girl raised her hand.

"Students who have come from the farthest place please raise your hands."

"It's just a meeting, right?!" The teacher couldn't help but make a sound, and the students couldn't help but laugh out loud, just because this kind of scene is daily life for them, and it reminds them of the person who is always performing Stand-up comedy girl.

"Well, if we continue to act like this, the third shift teacher will be angry, so let's stop here."

Now that you know, don't tease me from the beginning.

"But." The girl shook her head with an apologetic smile. "I'm really sorry that you took time out of your busy schedule to watch my farewell video."

"I'm really, really sorry for my gaffe this time." The girl bowed in Japanese style.

This time it will be like an apology party again.

"In the limited time today, it is really difficult to make an apology that is acceptable to everyone."

Has it really become an apology party? !

The head teacher suddenly looked back at the white screen, his face full of shock. The girl in the picture was already bending down on the bed to apologize, and pointed at the bottom of the screen with her finger.

"So I will continue to apologize. Please log on to xiezui.co.jp/ to write."

"Radio drama?!"

The teacher couldn't help shouting, and there was a noise from the audience, but it was not in response to the teacher's anger, but in response to the teacher's anger.

"Ah, this is"

Voices ranged from confusion to surprise.

"President."

From silence to explosion

"President. Ooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

Evaporate from reason to reason.

Seeing people dancing like crazy, even the head teacher couldn't help but look at the students' mobile phones, which showed the so-called website address.

The loading circle came to an end soon. When you click on it, you will see a page with a black background. The first thing written on the page is

[Little fool, don’t randomly click on the links sent by others! 】

——Such big white characters, and then immediately the phone started to vibrate, which was a signal that a message pop-up window was received.

[Kuramoto-senpai, that race is still fresh in my memory. I have never denied my talent in the field of racing, so I don’t want to belittle the senior who left such a deep impression on me. I know that you are currently doing well in high school. Your ideal is to achieve a third breakthrough in Dongda University and your dream is to make the No. 1 machine. This is undoubtedly a long-term and full of hope and a beautiful road. If you want to share your results or get help, I have a distant brother who works in the Genji Heavy Industries office building in A-562. I hope I can help you. 】

[Classmate Haato, I have always been grateful to you for assisting me in my work as the secretary of the student union. The so-called student union is the bridge and link to connect the majority of classmates. I have never doubted your efforts and achievements in this regard. Whether it's a school festival or a walking contest at a sports meeting, I remember that you were in charge of hosting it, Hayato-san, right? Thank you for your hard work. Also, I am very happy to be my classmate. By the way, if I remember correctly, your dream is to become an excellent translator. If you don’t mind, Genji from A-562, Shinjuku City.】

[Xue Sui, as a classmate, I have been paying attention to you. Whether it is your martial arts talent or competitive ability, you are very good, and you are also very beautiful. The road of life often faces too many choices. No matter which road it is, as long as you can go on without regrets, I will applaud you online the next time we meet. But I remember that you like Rurouni Kenshin and Jojo. If you are interested in the film and television industry, I highly recommend Genji—— in Shinjuku. There are elders I know who have done a lot of research on this.]

As long as you observe a little, you will know that what is written here is Fujimaru Ritsuka's dialogue with every student in the school.

Written in it are every student at the school, counting from Fujimaru Ritsuka's first year of junior high school, to all the students and teachers who spent their junior high school career with him in the fifth grade, a total of 873 people, and each person's personal remarks.

The class teacher looked at the text message sent to the phone and naturally understood this fact immediately.

This is both a headache and a feeling of emotion.

It's a shame she can remember what everyone said to you.

The man lowered his head and looked at the text message the girl had prepared for him.

[Teacher Mikami, thank you for your guidance over the past few years. 】

[If it is said that everyone needs to move from ignorance to maturity in life, then it was you who told me that I need to burn myself and temper myself in youth. 】

[If you persevere, the rotten wood will not break; if you persevere, the metal and stone can be carved. 】

[The 32nd Olympiad Tianxing Cup, host of the past president’s reelection meeting, Yo-Yo Wudaokou Community Exhibition Competition, three consecutive championships in the Shinjuku District E-Sports City for sub-species fighting, the Fastest Tetris International Tour Japan Cup, the opening ceremony of the Tokyo Arena of the Baseball League , etc. It was only because of your recommendation that I made my decision. 】

[I admire you, I admire you! 】

[I am about to enter the next stage of my life, and I also know that you are approaching the age of retirement. 】

[It is a great regret for me that I can no longer attend your courses. I feel sorry for it, but I am also happy about it. Because as long as you think that you have retired, you can get a glimpse of how many students you have nurtured and spread the sparks of knowledge all over this land. 】

【Thanks you. 】

[from: Your most obedient and sensible student. Fujimaru Ritsuka]

In addition to the speech, Laoban flipped through the pages and found more detailed content. He looked at the details of his past with that rare genius and silently raised his head.

Looking at the fan that was about to stop rotating, the teacher closed his eyes and rubbed the corners of his eyes.

"There's so much dust."

*

"Is this okay?"

The elevator of Genji Heavy Industries began to go down, and the numbers on the electronic screen began to decrease. In the small space, Sakura Yabuki and Ritsuka Fujimaru stood side by side.

"Um?"

The orange-haired girl rubbed the corners of her eyes, yawned, and asked with clear trickles from her eyes.

"You mean the graduation video? Hehe, I don't like it to be too sentimental."

"I know, but just being able to keep all the personal information of twenty-five classes in five grades in my heart is touching enough. I think the students in that school will not forget you even after graduation. Alright."

"It's just that my memory is good."

The girl waved her hands, then rolled her eyes and spoke as if she was amused.

"Miss Sakura, I can also write you a copy if you want."

"No, no need." Miss Sakura showed a shallow but gentle smile.

"It's not that time yet."

"Hmm~~" The girl giggled and rubbed against Miss Ying's side in a sticky manner, not being serious. The five fingers are agile, deliberately showing off one's flexibility and strength.

"How heartless~ Miss Ying, your face doesn't change even though the people you live with are leaving."

"My hidden identity in China is that I am a student. I come back every year during the holidays. There is no need to be so serious." Miss Ying sighed, not caring about the funny hands of the girl next to her.

"Compared to me, you should be more concerned about Miss Eriri. She has reacted recently after the dispute with the head of the family. If this continues, the newly established friendship may be challenged." Miss Sakura finished. , and carefully considered his words.

"No, it's okay. As expected, I still can't imagine that Miss Eri doesn't like you, but you have to say goodbye properly, right?"

"Woo"

Ritsuka no longer touched Miss Sakura, and the dull hair on her head also shrank.

This time I got it right.

*

"Arno. Eri-san?"

The familiar vault door and the alloy steel plate tens of centimeters thick were a strong shield that even Ritsuka could not punch through with a punch, but to the girl in the room, they were fragile materials that could be "killed" with a wave of her hand.

From this, it can be deduced that she can also make Ritsuka with a wave of her hand.

Of course, Ritsuka is not afraid that Eri Yi will really give him a voice. The main reason is that she is afraid that Eri Yi just became friends with him a month ago. At that time, they "sworn eachother" for a long time and ran away in the last month. It is inevitable that some children will have troubles.

Through Yabuki Sakura's facial authority, Ritsuka finally returned to this familiar old house, although this place that was supposed to be a safe house felt dangerous at every step.

But unexpectedly, Fujimaru Ritsuka didn't hear Eriki coming out to greet him.

Leaving home again?

No, it seems to be

Da da da da da da da da da—

When Fujimaru Ritsuka opened the door of Eriki's room with her own memory, she found that the girl was playing her game console at the moment.

Eriki seemed to be concentrating. Although she noticed Ritsuka entering, she just glanced at her and continued playing the game.

Is this considered placement play?

Ritsuka thought inexplicably, swallowed her saliva, and sat down next to Eri with caution.

Eriyi is playing a fighting game similar to King of Fighters at the moment. It is a human-machine fight with the highest difficulty level and the most difficult gameplay is the bloody counterattack.

The flowing movements are easily performed in her hands, which is very different from ordinary players who can only "jump and catch sunflowers". It is messy and orderly, which is the beauty of strength.

Fujimaru Ritsuka was probably scared. She discovered that the robot in this game could even have a name. She took a closer look, fearing that she would find that the user name on it was [Fujimaru Ritsuka].

But no, it was just a default character name, and Eri killed her opponent in a very short time.

Putting down the handle, Eriki's slightly tense body relaxed. She turned her head to look at Ritsuka, her eyes sparkling with joy, and she picked up a small notebook and wrote.

【Come to play? 】

Li Xiang blinked and found that the girl's reaction was a little beyond his expectation. How should I put it? It was very impressive.

nature?

So Ritsuka also sat down and took over the game console and controller.

Ritsuka glanced at the computer screen, and then began to choose a character. While choosing her, she was consciously or unconsciously observing Eri's reaction, and she spoke with some suspicion.

"Fueli Yi, you did talk. Didn't you shout at the end when watching the fireworks?"

[Yeah, but don’t. 】

【I speak very strangely. 】

Eriki put down the handle and wrote on the board seriously. What she meant by "weird" was that Eriki had been speaking dragon script since she was born and had never studied Japanese, so even though she could write, she was not proficient in it. Dihui said that although the sound sounded nice when he read it out, it sounded like a foreigner.

[Let’s talk after you become proficient. 】

Eriyi wrote this.

Seeing the girl's serious discussion, Li Xiang felt even more strange, after all.

"Um, Eri Yi-san, I'm going to China tomorrow." Ritsuka gestured with both hands.

"You know, China is a country outside of Tokyo."

Eriki watched quietly, frowning slightly, and picked up the book.

[Does Ritsuka think of me as an idiot? 】

"No, no, I didn't. Anyway, that's not the point. The point is that I'm going abroad. Wouldn't Eri feel unhappy even if I want to go abroad?" Ritsuka finally revealed his true face and said in confusion.

Could it be, could it be!

Fujimaru Ritsuka stood up.

"This! You! Am I the one who can't let go of this relationship?! I, Ritsuka Fujimaru, am the clown?! Eri Uesugi, where did you find a new love! It's the dregs of my Fujimaru family that are not worthy of you! ?!" The girl was as heartbroken as the heroine of a Korean drama.

【? 】

Eriyi tilted her head, thought for a while, and then wrote again.

[I was a little angry at first, but not uncomfortable. 】

The girl pointed the notebook at Ritsuka seriously, with no trace of gloom on her charming and innocent face.

[Ritsuka told me, so I can wait. 】

Fujimaru Ritsuka sat down.

What?

Is it me, Fujimaru Ritsuka, who is hysterical?

Am I not mature enough? Was I educated by Eri? Is Eri the loyal heroine?

The girl gritted her teeth and cast a bitter look like the vicious heroine in an urban melodrama, but it melted the moment she touched Eri Yi and had to turn into an innocent ghost and disperse.

After the evil spirit retreated, Fujimaru Ritsuka finally showed a kind and kind smile like the Buddha's light, picked up the game console, and selected a character in the game. Eriyi also clicked on the [Random Character] option when Ritsuka finished selecting.

Then he moved a few times on the ground and came close to Ritsuka. He squeezed into Ritsuka's arms like a squirrel that had found a burrow. He sat on Ritsuka's crossed legs with his back against his chest and his head. Pressing Ritsuka's chin, the whole figure "shrank" into Ritsuka's arms like a small animal.

Ritsuka didn't mind either. He hugged the beauty in his arms tightly and said like a king who was kind to the people.

"Hahaha, Eriki is so sensible." Ritsuka touched the person's shoulder with dirty hands and feet. She learned this posture from the son of a certain Celtic sun god, and it made her wipe the oil naturally and flexibly.

"Then Eriyi will wait here, don't wander around, and wait until I go to China to kill a dragon and come back, how about that?"

【good. 】

Eriyi nodded, but then erased the words after writing this sentence.

【wrong. 】

"Huh? What's wrong?" Li Xiang was puzzled.

[It’s fine that Ritsuka doesn’t have to come back. My brother said that I can go to China during the high school vacation. 】

The girl raised her head and wrote in the tone of "Let's open up a new map."

[When the time comes, I want Lixiang to take me on a trip to China. 】

"."

Ritsuka felt a little chilly.

It's not because he wants to take Eriki to play, but because Boss Yuan said he wants to take Eriki to China.

She suddenly thought of what Angers said - the sudden resurgence of dragons in recent years, and...

Its center is the big country next door.

Indeed, as perhaps the most lethal hybrid species in this era, Eri Yi will surely set foot on that land sooner or later.

Thinking of this, Li Xiang had some real feelings about going to work in China.

Maybe it wasn't as easy a journey as she imagined.

Rather

Ritsuka was thinking about it in her mind, her pale eyes reflected the pixels of the characters in the game, but there was a different feeling in her heart.

Maybe I can finally see the deeper reality of this world.

The existence named [Dragon].

ps: This is not considered crazy, it is just interspersed with the author's interests and hobbies in the normal and necessary plot.

Even if I am crazy, I am crazy for free. I don’t want the money for nearly 6,000 words, but this plot is definitely irrevocable (serious color)