As you enter the staff room, the teachers just say, "Are those two again" and your gaze falls down. Thinking about the sermon time that was about to begin, Shin Aizawa and Sotoku Satsushi (Daiichi Murinori) stood in front of the teacher's seat with a low heart, although it was on the surface that they were extremely unhappy.
"Seems to have been flashy again for a long time. You're in trouble for that extra energy."
Yumi Kayama (Kayamayumi), a teacher in jersey, opens her mouth in front of them. It sounds ironic if it's just words, but the tone is serene in itself, with a smile that doesn't even feel right.
I cut my hair all around my shoulders and can clearly see glamorous limbs even from the top of my jersey. It is a refreshing beauty with a small face and no makeup, with drooling eyes and a thin jaw.
"If you don't do it thoroughly, you'll get tangled up afterwards. I need to plant an impression on these guys that if I hand them over, they'll think it's bad."
True to show no evil at all and speak pale without expression.
"Right. Mostly they were the crumbs I was giving them from our students, and sooner or later I needed to simmer them. Now that we're at peace, you can thank us."
Zongde also says with a flashy look.
True is a childhood tame that has been sagging since kindergarten, but its height is over 180 in medium two, and even a dubious truth whether there are 150 is a decomposition combo. I dyed my all-backed hair to a brown color close to my blonde hair again, and I wore my uniform sloppily, which is completely defective from the looks of it.
"And it's too much"
Without breaking his calm grin, Yumi shrugged.
The reason they were summoned was because of a fight with a certain high school defect and seven others, and the nuanced smile that they sent this to the hospital, but they didn't even know what Zongde was saying. That was passed on to both of us.
Makoto Aizawa and Sotoku the earth. Early in school, these two were so celebrities that there were no strangers on campus because they simmered a group of bad upper classmates who were at the time favouring their width and then fought frequently with other school defects as well.
Especially true, there is also an impressive contrast between the gap of being tall and good-looking, yet very quick and strong, and the unusually good sophistication of Gatai for middle school students.
"In fact, all the students are happy to hear this story. In my position as a teacher, I must praise you. Some of the other guys are fractured, right?
"I folded it with that intention, so that would break it. Lay a pillow tree underneath and use the principle to step on it as much as you want. Don't be disappointed if you find out it wasn't broken."
Whether you are reproached or praised, the truth does not flicker or arrogant.
"Not surprisingly, it didn't happen because of the difference in numbers and the fact that you guys are still in middle school, which made it look like self-defense. Ma, I know I can't, so I called your mother. It's time to come."
True colour was the only thing that did not change her complexion to Yumi's words that she told her with the exhalation of giving up, but she was tight inside, and imagined herself as she looked.
"Rumor has it - they've come."
The screen of the cell phone was projected into the air, Yumi told.
The staff room door opens with the knock. Like myself, I always looked at the face of my expressionless mother and truly felt her palpitations quicken.
"I'm sorry I bothered."
"Yeah, I'm really sorry. Your precious holiday is ruined."
There is no proper response to the social dictum, and the true mother, Misa Aizawa, said so in a cold and hard voice. Many of the teachers in the staff room had the word "with this child" in their brains for that parent. Its neat appearance is very similar to true, but more like the way the conversation is handled and the atmosphere.
"Mom, I don't think I've done anything wrong."
Truth opens its mouth as if to dispel fear, or as if to control the tip.
"Until I did what I needed to do, and nothing..."
Misa's fist struck her true cheek halfway through the words, and her true little body curled wide. Sotoku, who was watching beside him, swallows his saliva. I'm actually pretty freaked out. I know who my true mother is, and I don't have the coverage not to be beaten myself up.
"Do you know why they beat you up?
Looking down at his son, who nods at his feet, Misa asks in a chilling voice.
"I told you you didn't do anything wrong, but you only did one thing wrong. That's why you called me to school on holiday. You don't think it's bad for that? No, say something. Apologize for it. Even if you didn't do anything else wrong, you wouldn't get through without apologizing to me. Otherwise, I forgive you."
Flirted with a hard voice, true silently lowers her head gently. Despite being the same family, I don't really like my mother enough to constrict myself just to listen to this voice. I don't hate it. It's physiologically unacceptable.
After confirming that True lowered his head, Misa turns her gaze to Yumi.
"So? Am I also going to preach here as a guardian disqualification? I don't mind, but it's a waste of time, so please be concise."
"No, that's enough"
Yumi smiles vaguely and exhales slightly at Misa, who speaks in a truly pale tone.
"Is it ok now? That's good. Okay, I think this kid will be a lot of trouble in the future, thank you. If you are called, I will do the same for the holidays, and I will beat you every time, so please don't hesitate to call."
With a terribly cold voice, saying words that were neither sarcastic nor serious, Misa bowed her head deeply and left the staff room without really looking.
"You're gonna do terrible things."
"Even that one came true. Pretty much."
True answered Yumi, who spoke out with the intention of caring. I seriously think so, not sarcasm.
Until just about two years ago, the truth didn't open my heart to my mother at all. Because the truth kept denying what it was going to do.
When the truth I give revealed my crying, anger, and emotions, it took me to suppress them thoroughly with violence and cursing.
The act of children showing childhood was a substitute for Misa's seizures, and so she continued to do so long before going to kindergarten. As a result, the truth was that I couldn't put my emotions on the table, but on the other hand, I was feeling twice as much.
Something happened two years ago prompted them to reconcile, and Misa admitted her mistake and truly apologized.
After that, they are in a state of communicating with each other by hand exploration, even though they are squeezing each other.
"Look at that now, I didn't think I wanted to call your parents either, so don't do anything like call me anymore. I wouldn't be able to say..."
"If you don't like it, don't call me no matter what I do. That would be better for me."
Yumi was a gentle smile that felt like she couldn't help it, but the truth only stuck with an unscrupulous attitude.