Tokyo Ghost Diary

Unlike other students who always look forward to the end of get out of class during class, Murakami Yuka hopes that the end of get out of class will come as late as possible...

But the long river of time will not slow down due to human will. The time of a class will flow through the fingers in the blink of an eye.

The female teacher on the podium took her belongings and left the classroom leisurely. Murakami Yuka pursed her lips, lowered her head to remove the books covering the table, took the eraser, and continued to erase the unsightly graffiti.

How serious is the school bullying problem in Japan? The fact is, it's very serious.

根据日本国立教育研究所在2004年到2009年间，长达6年的时间进行的追踪调查得知，参与或遭受孤立、离间、谣言等校园欺凌的学生数在2004年达41.6%，且在2006年升到80.3%。

On June 2015, 6, the "White Paper on Children and Youth" released by the Japanese government showed that the phenomenon of school bullying in Japan is getting worse. In a six-year follow-up survey, nearly 5% of students have experienced school bullying.

This seems to have become a campus norm, and perhaps many students have become proficient in switching identities between bullies and bullied...

If this set of data is placed in other countries and regions, it may be a bit exaggerated, but in Japan, it seems very reasonable.

In Japan, a place where exclusivity is extremely serious, any kind of "difference" in you may become a factor for being excluded or bullied.

Therefore, in this private aristocratic academy, Murakami Yuka, who seems so out of place, will become the target of bullying by some people. It is so normal that it can almost be compared with "wanting to drink water when thirsty" - of course matter.

"Hey, what are you doing? It took a lot of effort to draw it, why are you erasing it?" Someone suddenly pushed her head hard, and Murakami Yuka trembled all over, and the hand holding the eraser stopped immediately. .

From the corner of her vision, she saw a girl with permed hair standing next to her seat.

Murakami Yuka lowered her head a little lower, holding the eraser and rubbing it in her hand, as if she had done something wrong and was being taught a lesson.

"What are you doing? You act like a doormat again, and no one cares about you. Seriously, seeing you like this makes me so annoyed!"

The curly-haired girl rolled her eyes contemptuously, then turned around and chatted with another girl with a smile. Soon the two of them left the classroom together, talking and laughing.

Murakami Yuka breathed a sigh of relief, but she looked at the graffiti on the table and then looked at the eraser in her hand. It was neither erasing nor not erasing. She sat in her seat at a loss until the next class. The bell rang.

......

Throughout the morning, Murakami Yuka did not leave her seat. Although she still suffered a little ridicule from time to time during class, fortunately, those people never went too far, and she spent the morning peacefully.

The ten minutes between classes can go by quickly, but the hour and a half during the lunch break is not so easy to endure, and...she also has to go to the toilet now.

Murakami Yuka carefully looked around the classroom and found that the girls who often liked to bully her were not there. Maybe they went to the cafeteria, maybe they took their lunch boxes to eat somewhere else. No matter what, this was a big problem for her. good news.

Quietly, she stood up from her seat without making any noise. She tensed up, lowered her head and bent over, and slipped out of the classroom like a thief.

After going to the toilet, Murakami Yuka planned to go back to the classroom to take out the bento she had put in her schoolbag, and then go out to find a deserted corner to hide and eat. In the morning, her mother prepared her favorite Monjayaki for her, and she didn’t want to eat. I was also disturbed when...

However, what was counterproductive was that when Murakami Yuka returned to the classroom after washing her hands, she found that her seat had been occupied by someone else, and the lunch box she had put in her schoolbag had also been taken out.

The curly-haired girl was sitting in her seat, and three other girls who belonged to the same circle as the curly-haired girl were surrounding her. The four girls were laughing together at Murakami Yuka's opened lunch box.

"Is this really Monji-burn? It smells like vomit."

"Perhaps it's because monjayaki is similar to vomit, so the person who prepared the guy's lunch simply used vomit as monjayaki and put it in the lunch box?"

"Anyway, that guy can eat monjayaki or vomit, right?"

"Ugh... vomit! It's so disgusting. Can you please stop talking about vomit? I'm about to vomit."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

In the midst of laughter, Murakami Yuka saw someone disgustingly pinching out a piece of monjiyaki with a tissue and using it as a "toy cockroach" to scare his companions, which then caused bursts of exclamations mixed with laughter.

The last piece of Monji Burn was knocked to the ground.

"..."

Finally, as if some people couldn't stand it anymore, a boy sitting in the back row shouted to them: "Hey, don't go too far! Today is my duty, pick up the things, be careful I throw them away after you leave." On to your desk!”

"Snapped!"

The curly-haired girl sitting on Murakami Yuka's seat slapped the table. She glared at the boy who was speaking and said in an aggressive tone: "What do you mean, Okada? Do you want to die?"

Then the other three girls around her also glared at Okada, and all kinds of trash talk came out of their mouths.

The boy was a little dazed for a moment. Just as he frowned and planned to go over and argue at a close distance, another boy who was eating lunch with him pulled him and whispered a few words of advice.

Okada gave up angrily, curled his lips, and said "unreasonable" and ignored it.

The girls cursed a few more times, until one of them suddenly noticed Murakami Yuka standing dumbly at the door of the classroom and gestured in the direction of the others, then they stopped talking.

But then, the curly-haired girl seemed to have suddenly thought of some interesting idea. Suddenly her eyes lit up and she showed a smile. She got up and walked towards Murakami Tomoka with a few companions. She said in a very friendly voice: "Tomoka-chan." , we accidentally broke your lunchbox, go outside and we can make you another one~"

......

On the 28th floor of Fanxing Building, in the tky02 office, in the personal lounge, Hoshino Rin had just finished the math tutoring in the private classroom, and couldn't help but take out his phone and read the messages, but there was still no reply from his brother.

From this morning to now, she has sent more than a dozen text messages to Hoshino Gen and made several phone calls, but there has been no response from the other party.

Hoshino Rin scratched the ends of his soft hair a little irritably, then turned to look at Tamamo Mae who was playing on the tablet computer on the sofa in his lounge. He thought for a while and said: "Kujiu-chan, as my brother's shikigami, you Can you sense where my brother is?"

Tamamo Mae looked at the tablet and said without even raising her head: "I can't sense it, but I can appear in front of A Yuan immediately. My soul and A Yuan's are closely connected!"

After saying that, she put the tablet aside, looked at Hoshino Rin and said proudly: "Just like this..."

As soon as she finished speaking, her figure disappeared in the ripples of space...