[My English] It's not a problem if you can communicate with your fists

When the classroom door was opened, the noise in the room seemed to be paused.

The eyes of the classmates mixed with awe and horror came from all directions.

"... What are you looking at?"

I frowned and stared at the monitor closest to me.As expected, the boy in the student uniform swallowed, and almost subconsciously took two steps back, making way for a narrow space for one person to pass through.

To be honest, I have absolutely no interest in the trouble of finding this kind of cowardly looking guy.

So I quickly walked around the other party and walked to my seat.

"That... Yuuki!" The monitor's timid voice sounded behind him, "...the teacher asked you to go to the office."

office?I thought about my recent actions, but I couldn't find anything that could attract the teacher's attention.

But since the squad leader is right next to him, I slowly thought it would be unnecessary, "Why?"

"It seems to be because you fought with other students..." The other party made a small response.

Fighting with students from other classes?

no.

If provoking the boy with the afro he met in the corridor that day counted as a fight, I did.But in the end, the matter was left unsolved because of Xiongying's damned school rule of "no private fights in school".

Other than that I didn't do anything to do with fighting.

Then again... That brat, from his appearance to his expression, gave people a very uncomfortable feeling.If it wasn't for my family who repeatedly warned me not to cause trouble while I was studying, I would have followed him to the end of the school and fought with him.

I walked out of the classroom where I didn't even stay for 5 minutes under the baptism of the eyes of the whole class who couldn't tell whether it was sympathy or gloating.

Xiongying's teacher's office is relatively close to the hero classroom, but relatively far away from the general classroom.

Probably considering that the heroic students are more dangerous, the teachers almost agreed that it would be easier to control the situation if the office is located near the heroic department.However, in fact, they seem to have forgotten that nearly [-]% of the students in the general department chose to study the general department because they failed to enter the hero department.

In other words, general science students are not masters of peace.

I thought it should be the head teacher of our class who stood in the office to greet me.But when I got to the teacher's office, I realized that besides the teacher of this class, there was also the head teacher of the next class standing in front of me.

Standing behind the two teachers was the boy who tried to rob me two days ago.

I can't react to what's going on until now. I probably have lived for more than ten years in vain.Although I did think that the comer was not kind, but it was the first time I was bitten by a villain when I grew up.

The most important thing is that compared to the scars on my face that are almost faded to invisible, the boy standing behind the two teachers looks a little more miserable-his arm is still in plaster, and anyone can see that this is Signs of a broken bone.

The first person to speak was the teacher in class C next door, "Yuki, do you have anything to explain?"

Explanation?

There seems to be nothing to explain.

I glanced at the boy.There was a fake cowardly expression on the other party's face, but one could see from the depths of his eyes a trace of gloating about what I was about to encounter and the success of revenge.

Wait, why am I using the word revenge success?

The broken bone was clearly his own fault.

The head teacher didn't give me much time to sort out my thoughts, and I almost got the disciplinary notice unilaterally.According to them, this matter will be reported to the principal, and if the boy's family cannot accept it, I may face the situation of being expelled from school.

This is probably the funniest thing I have ever encountered. If the robbery is unsuccessful, the target of the robbery can be expelled from school.If I do get expelled, maybe I can think about doing it at a new school.

The head teacher of class C led the broken boy away.

I was left behind by the head teacher in my own class to have meaningless conversations.

The teacher's brows were tightly frowned, and anyone could see that he was a little embarrassed now: "... Yuuki, do you really have nothing to explain?"

What can I explain?Even if I say that the other party did it first, no one will believe me.

So I still chose to remain silent.

The other party sighed again: "I know that your family is in good condition, and you are an only daughter. You are spoiled at home, and you will inevitably have a temper when you go out to school and have friction with others... If you have such a hard hand, even if I help you After this time, and the next time, I can't hold back."

I let out a short monotone from my throat.

This kind of talk is really stupid.Obviously I was the one who was robbed and expelled from school, but both inside and outside the words give people a feeling that these things happened because of my reckless behavior.

If I can still meet that boy after leaving this office, I don't mind breaking his other arm, anyway, leaving him with a healthy arm will only make more people meet me of this kind of thing.

Explaining to the teacher is a bit too verbal.

Rather than arguing with him in the office, I'm more inclined to go to class C later to find out that boy and beat him until he changes his words.

The homeroom teacher babbled again and again, to the effect that he would try his best to help me out this time, but if there was another time, he would directly let me drop out of school.

By the way, Xiongying's class teacher has the power to expel students from school without going through the principal.

Perhaps sensing my impatience, the teacher re-emphasized the key points in the speech, and then ended this ridiculous face-to-face conversation with the sentence "Go back and prepare for class."

When passing through the location of the hero department classroom, I actually saw the boy with the afro that day again.

The other party was sitting in the classroom of Class A, and seemed to be arguing with someone.The loud "crack" sound echoed along the boy's raised arms in the not-so-small space.Compared to the boy's exaggerated, to be precise, ferocious expression, the person sitting behind him was slightly flustered and accompanied by a smiling face.

As if he noticed my gaze, the afro boy suddenly looked away from his classmate's face, and looked at where I was before I looked back.

It's embarrassing, peeking and being caught doing something.

The classroom in Class A fell silent for an instant.

I squinted my eyes and met the boy's slightly probing gaze.Through the window, the vague discussions of other students in class A came to my ears, but it was not true.

"...fighting...she..."

"General……"

"... Punishment..."

"……fracture?"

The barely distinguishable keywords are like flies flying around the smelly ditch, buzzing around.My already bad mood got worse, I looked away blankly, put my hands in the pockets of my school uniform, and continued walking towards Class D.

When I passed by the window facing the direction of the boy, I turned my head slightly.

The sound of glass breaking echoed in the corridor.

The world suddenly became clean.

So I walked forward again without squinting, and left the classroom of Class A, Grade [-] of the Hero Department.

The author has something to say:

No.1 said that it seems that the heroine's personality is relatively peaceful (in deep thought)