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Yato-hime is late.
Qingze felt a slight stirring in his heart, but considering that person's family and personality, he wasn't too surprised.
In fact, the fact that she only started being late now is already commendable.
His expression remained normal as he asked in a casual tone, "I'd like to ask you all, does anyone know where there are hornet's nests?"
Hoshino Saori, who had been gazing absently at the cherry blossom tree outside the window, abruptly turned her gaze to Aozawa on the podium upon hearing this.
Another hornet's nest?
She began to wonder, "Could the teacher really have some strange fetish?"
A slight commotion arose in the classroom. The girls looked at each other, puzzled as to why the teacher had suddenly brought this up.
Qingze had only asked casually, and seeing that no one answered, he was about to tell them to start their morning self-study.
"teacher!"
Maeda Yuki raised her hand with great enthusiasm, her voice clear and crisp, "There's one on the mountain behind my family's shrine, a huge hornet's nest that's been hanging on a tree for ages, and nobody's dealt with it yet."
Qingze's eyes lit up slightly, and he immediately took over the conversation, saying, "I just bought a set of professional equipment for dealing with wasps yesterday."
After school today, I'll stop by to help your family get rid of it.
"Really? That's great!"
A bright smile immediately bloomed on Maeda Yuki's face.
It would cost money to hire professionals to deal with that hornet's nest, but normally there's no problem as long as you don't go near it, so it's been delayed until today and still hasn't been dealt with.
Since the teacher was willing to help, she naturally had no objections.
"Then it's settled."
Qingze smiled and said to the whole class, "Let's start our morning self-study."
He stepped down from the podium and, as was his habit, walked to the teacher's seat in the first row on the left side of the classroom.
……
Time passed quietly.
Qingze was deep in thought, figuring out how to help his students better understand what he was teaching.
The back door of the classroom was gently pushed open.
A figure tiptoed in, trying to return to their seat silently.
Qingze seemed to sense something and raised his head.
His gaze swept across the entire classroom and landed on the tall girl in the last row.
She had striking blonde hair, silver earrings gleamed in the cold light, a gold bracelet adorned her wrist, and a delicate necklace around her neck occasionally reflected a soft glow as she moved.
Even her navy blue school uniform, which should have been neat and tidy, was decorated with a few sequined stickers, making her look as if she had just stepped out of a poster on the streets of Harajuku, sparkling and out of place with the quiet study atmosphere around her.
The moment she was discovered, she paused briefly, but instead of showing the panic that most students would have, she calmly raised her chin and strode to her seat, as if to say, "Yes, I'm late, so what?"
A barely perceptible look of astonishment flashed across Qingze's eyes.
Above the girl's head, a conspicuous label floats.
The World-Destroying Witch
The color is green.
Unlike the red labels I've seen before, is it because of the different people, or does the color itself hold some hidden meaning?
His mind raced, but he suppressed his confusion for the moment, stood up and asked, "Yato, why are you late?"
"It's nothing, I just overslept."
Yatohime answered casually, not even bothering to make an excuse.
Saori Hoshino, sitting in the seat in front of her, suddenly felt a chill run down her spine, and could almost feel her breath stop.
Why was she chosen to sit in front of Yatohime?
Of all the students in the class, the one sitting behind her was the one she feared the most.
On her first day of school, Yatohime killed a stray dog with her bare hands in front of everyone.
It is said that the scene was extremely bloody, with even the dog's eyes being blown out. The students who witnessed it were all terrified and turned pale.
Saori Hoshino possesses the unique imagination of a philosopher, and she can't help but wonder if, one day, Yatohime is in a bad mood, she might also smash her own skull with her fists, even popping her eyeballs out...
Aoze was not angered by Yatohime's attitude and said calmly, "Come to my office after class."
"Tsk."
Yatohime clicked her tongue in annoyance, but did not refute.
At 8:30, the first class started on time.
Qingze temporarily set aside his doubts about the labels and focused on teaching mathematical knowledge.
The classroom atmosphere was relaxed and pleasant until the bell rang.
He closed the book, turned his gaze to the back, and said, "Yato, come with me."
"Ah."
Yatohime responded lazily, her hands in her pockets, and as she walked, she exuded an almost beastly languor and confidence, like a lion surveying its territory.
Wherever she went, the other students, like small herbivores, cast gazes at her with a mixture of fear and admiration.
As soon as her figure disappeared through the doorway, the previously oppressive atmosphere suddenly became lively, and whispers quickly turned into a noisy clamor.
Everyone is speculating whether Yatohime will be punished, or whether she will turn around and teach her teacher a lesson.
Chapter 4 Let's move forward with the goal of becoming Prime Minister!
The faculty and staff quarters at Changteng High School are spacious and somewhat empty, with dozens of desks neatly arranged to accommodate all the teachers from all three grades.
Qingze's seat is by the window, and he can take in the entire view of the courtyard by turning his head.
The cherry blossoms are in full bloom, and below them is a meticulously manicured artificial turf, its vibrant green gleaming in the morning sunlight.
His desk was very tidy, with textbooks, lesson preparation materials, class management manuals and attendance lists all neatly stacked, and the computer screen was spotless.
Even the plastic cherry blossom bonsai tree used as decoration had each petal carefully adjusted at an angle.
Of course, there's also the crucial thermos.
Although he is far from middle age, Qingze has already started to take care of his health, and his cup is always filled with goji berry tea.
At this moment, he sat in his office chair, looking at Yatohime standing in front of him.
The girl's hands were still in the pockets of her school uniform jacket, her posture relaxed and somewhat nonchalant.
However, unlike her relaxed and carefree demeanor in the classroom, her eyes were now sharp as knives, her whole body tense, like a beast whose territory had been invaded, ready to bare its claws at any moment.
A gentle smile appeared on Qingze's face as he broke the silence and said, "Yato, I heard that on the day you enrolled, you killed a stray dog wandering outside the school gate with your bare hands to protect other students."
He paused, then said with admiration, "This incident made me realize that you are a kind-hearted girl who knows how to protect the weak."
This unexpected praise caused a momentary flicker of confusion to cross the sharp wariness in Yatohime's eyes.
She had mentally prepared herself for a barrage of lectures or clichéd reprimands, but she never expected the opening to be so affirmative.
She was momentarily speechless, her fingers, which were tucked into her pocket, unconsciously twitched slightly, unsure how to respond to this "positive review."
Qingze seemed oblivious to her embarrassment and continued in his gentle voice, "I also have a general understanding of your family situation."
The mere mention of "family" seemed to trigger a sore spot for Yatohime; her earlier bewilderment vanished instantly, replaced by a more aggressive demeanor.
She spoke sarcastically and sharply, saying, "Since the teacher already knows, then he'd better mind his own business."
Although my parents were sentenced to fifteen and twenty years respectively, and several core members of the group were also imprisoned, the Night Blade Group hasn't disbanded yet!
She slightly raised her chin, as if to completely block any possibility of the other party preaching, "My parents are Yakuza, I was born a Yakuza, and I am destined to be a Yakuza person in the future."
What, is the teacher going to say something naive like 'parents are parents, children are children,' and think I should have a bright future?
Faced with this barrage of taunts, Qingze remained calm and said softly, "No."
Born into a yakuza family, enjoying a life enriched by illicit wealth from a young age, you were born carrying a burden of sin.
Then, he changed the subject, "That's precisely why you should study even harder and strive to become a useful member of society, using your future actions to atone for this original sin you were born with."
"what?"
Yatohime's beautiful face was filled with astonishment.
No, teacher, why aren't you following the script?
Qingze noticed her confusion and said seriously, "This country is currently on the wrong path."
A large number of right-wing forces are trying to use historical nihilism to obscure and deny the crimes of aggression committed by Japan during World War II, but facts are facts.
You should fight against nihilists, confront history, admit mistakes, and strive to steer this country onto the right path.
"Teacher, what...what are you talking about?"
Yato-hime was completely dumbfounded.
She was just a high school student, and suddenly talking to her about such a grand and heavy historical responsibility was completely beyond her comprehension.
Qingze remained serious, as if stating a perfectly natural truth: "The future belongs to you young people."
"If we want to correct this country's mistakes, it must start with your generation."
He gazed into Yatohime's eyes and made a suggestion that would leave any ordinary student speechless: "Yato, from now on, strive to become the Prime Minister of Japan."
If any ordinary girl heard these words, she would probably think that this teacher is mentally unstable.
But Yatohime is different.
She was a bold, rebellious girl who dared to say "no" to all injustice.
If she finds a dish at a restaurant that doesn't live up to its name, she will refuse to pay without hesitation.
When faced with a provocateur, her fists will send them straight to the hospital.
She would beat up any teacher who had poor professional ethics.