The private Van School Gate also has a body hanging this morning. I was a middle-aged man and woman this morning.
The body was badly damaged and it was clear that he had been brutally murdered. They both had their eyeballs snapped, their eyes cavitated, and there was no bottom from their jaws. The lower body has disappeared completely and the gut has fallen out for the most part.
The bodies hung at the school gate are prominent and frequently visible in the eyes of those who wanted to pass in front of the school. The police have been here before, but for some reason, they'll be home soon. The same was true of the press. And there's nothing I can put up online.
That must have been the same effect as the power working for the students attending school, the students were judging.
"No, ahhh!
I saw a hung man and woman, and there was a female student screaming. She was the daughter of a hung middle-aged man and woman.
But looking sideways, the students have no emotion whatsoever. It's already becoming a familiar sight. This is becoming routine.
Buddhist Vantaro, a freshman who recently transferred to Van High School, presumes. The girl student screaming now complained to her parents about the current state of the school, and so their parents came into the school - not that. Parents who were suspicious of their daughter's behavior at home came on board voluntarily because they thought there was a cause for the school. And every time it came to a result.
The students can't press charges. I tried Fantaro too, but I couldn't. Even if I try to inform the outside world, my hands don't move and my voice doesn't speak. That's the kind of implication being made.
But Fantaro didn't know. It's not that you can ever charge anyone, that there are exceptions. Nevertheless, it is also difficult to notice. I don't know how schools have become such a strange world in the first place, when it's a mystery in itself.
Two weeks before Fantaro transferred to Van School, this school was already like this.
Private Van School. One group a year. Morning home room.
"I have a transfer student today"
"Even today..."
Someone squeaks at the words of the teacher in charge. Everyone thinks the same thing, even if they don't say it. And the students who have transferred.
Like every day, there are many transfer students. In one school year alone, more than twenty people have been transferred to school.
At first everyone felt strange. However, such a terrible anomaly that one visiting transfer student after another seemed trivial happened to the high school where the guardian attended.
Firstly, there was no one left absent to disappear. No matter how severe the illness is, the students attend.
Currently, there are students in Group A, a year of care, who are also present with pneumonia.
"You! You're sick! What if it infects other students!?
His breath is constant, his eyes are on students who are coughing all the time, and his teacher becomes the shape of a demon.
"'Cause... I can't even rest... hoof-fuck"
I really wanted to take a break. But no one can rest. Even if I try to rest sick, I go to school for some reason. Sometimes a student who had the misfortune of a relative and tried to go to a funeral would come to school for some reason.
More than that are the students who were fearless about this tragedy in the school and tried to refuse to attend school. They also attend school properly every day.
Seeing the situation, I figured it out for myself, and all the students understood it even if they didn't like it. They said they couldn't get out of here.
"No excuses!
As usual, he was a teacher who tried to hit me relentlessly.
"I thought you told B to stop being violent."
When one student told him, the teacher stopped moving.
It was Red Mouth Protection who spoke.
"Ahhh!? Shh, I'm sorry. Ah."
Serving as a teacher sitting in the ground toward protection.
"The boulder is like a... 'Cause it's covered in B only."
Abominably grumbled was Marumi Shizu "Marumi Minoru," a kid head student who used to bully middle school high schools and guardians.
On the face of the fruit, there are several bruises that have been beaten. There are vivid cuts and stab wounds leading up to the head, but not even a band-aid. Even with the band-aid, "I'm busy with the C's! 'Cause they stick their fingers, pens, and compasses in their wounds after they say,' and they peel them off. Even more extreme was the loss of one ear.
"Well, you don't have to cover your C."
That's not the protection I said. A friendship vow. I made it clear with a voice that I could actually hear.
"Besides... even A can't escape the Van School itself, and they follow the rules of the Van School. Depending on the degree of defiance, even A is killed?
I even said my vows, but I actually laughed with my nose.
"Don't you speak like that to me with dignity because the ex-bully-bully-bully-bully-boy is being treated like an A? Your position is reversed, and you're really happy, you're the victim!?
The word of truth was interrupted by the teacher. It is an unexpected power of man, and it adds a grip that makes him grab his jaw and feel that his jaw will crumble as it is.
"I would never forgive you to poke at Master A in C's minute!
Then the relentless assault of the teacher burst into fruition, as usual, but the protection, this time, did not try to stop. I don't even want to stop it.
Everyone has already noticed who this school is that has made a huge difference. It is now the Van Schools that the position of the abusive and the abusive has been reversed, as the fruit had said.
In this school, students are ranked in ABC. It is also mandatory to wear an ABC badge on the uniform. A of the privileged class in a dominant position, B of the slave class who are forced to do miscellaneous work in general, and C who are treated less than livestock.
Ex-bully-bully-bully-bully-bully-bully-bully-bully-bully-bully-bully-bully-bully-bully-bully-bully-bully-bully-bully-bully-bully-bully-bully-bully-bully-bully-bully-bully-bully-bully-bully-bully-bully-bully-and-bully-bully-bully-bully-bully-and On the other hand, B and C are not treated a lot. Especially when it comes to C, a former bully, who suffers spectacular abuse every day. As well as those who have been mistreated, it seems that the dead are not uncommon.
All transfer students who come from next to next every day are A or C. so far. There will also be reason that B's population makes up the majority, but it continues to increase C as a subject of abuse and A, which has been reversed to become the ruling class, making the dominant structure more pronounced.
Teachers were all going crazy. It is the role of the teachers to conduct 'classes' and give orders to B and C, as well as to aggressively abuse C.
It was obvious that some will was working. And it was also easy to imagine that those who did this to school would have created such a distorted world to clear up the resentment of being bullied and bullied.
And today the 'Class' begins.
Classes at Van Schools today are fundamentally different from regular school classes.
"C, stand up"
The voice of the teacher sounds heavy.
The risen students are uniformly dark, obviously threatening or like dead fish eyes.
A student who has just transferred to school today is bewildered to see that unusual sight.
"Hey, transfer student. You too, C, so stand up."
Ordered to take office, the transfer student also rises confused. Because the shape of his office was terrible, and his voice was full of force, he could not refuse.
"Well, what would you like for today's class, let the students of A pick it out? Raise your hand if you have hope in A ~"
A teacher who suddenly makes a cat stroke.
Several A students raise their hands. Some of them are protective and sworn.
"Uh-huh, anyway, you and Akaguchi only choose simple classes."
The oath lowered his hand, as he gave up, to the words of his tenure, which he said with a slight laugh. The protection still keeps rising.
"All right, let Kosaki pick you out today. You always make good choices. The transferee is also a C, and I need a nice guy."
"Yes."
The girl student, known as Xiaoqiao, replied with a grin full of malice.
"I've been devising new classes, please"
"Which, send the data to the teacher."
Sakaki forwards the contents on her fingertip cell phone.
"This is great. The boulder is Xiao Qiang."
The acting teacher looks at the holographic display and laughs and praises the synagogue.
Eventually, under the guidance of the teacher, C students pull the whale.
C and B students, start moving desks and chairs. A does nothing. All such manual labor is also to be done by C and B.
Pull your desk over to the center of the classroom and put it on properly to create a long pedestal that leads in a straight line from front to back of the classroom. Quail unlucky students sleep side by side on a pedestal.
The transfer student was also a hassle. Sleep on your back on your desk as directed, not knowing why.
And one of the students who was lucky enough to whale, blindfolded, stepped on each of the students who slept on the desk and ran from behind the classroom to the front.
At this time, it is the rule that all students who have been laid down must be trampled. Medium difficulty in blindfolded conditions.
But that's why I can't step on it while exploring it slowly and carefully. For the running students, B students throw hardballs, wet rags, scissors, bladed cutters, pencils, compasses, etc.
Sometimes I slip and fall when I step on my head. Some students stomped on the dovetail with momentum and bitterness.
"What the fuck! This!"
After being trampled several times, the transfer student couldn't wait to get up.
The transfer student's head was relentlessly beaten with a chair from behind. A grumbling transfer student, bleeding out of his head.
"Yes, educational instructional decisions ~. No, not now. I'm going to teach you."
The acting teacher laughs happily, throws away the chair, and removes the bond for woodworking from the nostalgia.
"Ngu!? Welcome!
Then he grabs the transferee's jaw and cheek with one hand and lets his mouth open forcefully, into his slightly open mouth, rambling Bond's mouth and pouring in the flavor.
"Whew! What the heck!"
Released, a transfer student squatting and desperately spitting Bond out.
"Here! Don't dirty the floor! Further educational instructional decisions!
When the teacher in charge became the shape of a demon and grabbed the hair of the transfer student, he forced his face up and put his lips together with a powerful hotchkiss.
"Huh! Mm-hmm!
A transfer student who gets her mouth sewn with a hotchkiss and can't even give her a decent voice.
Classroom scenery from three weeks ago in this school. In every class, I do the same thing. Those with previous experience of bullying continue to be bullied extensively on various menus. That is the 'class' of a private van school.
No one can escape. Even if I try to be absent, I can't escape because somehow I'm going to be present. Driven by something like obsessive-compulsive notions, he attends, even if he has a fever of forty degrees.
I don't know because I've never tried vows and protections, but the students can't talk to their parents or the police. If you try to talk or tell them in letters, your body will harden and you won't be able to do those things.
The police, who visit occasionally suspiciously, find no anomalies for some reason and return, and the families who come aboard, are killed and hanged at the school gate.
Thus, the school becomes a sanctuary where there is no outside interference, and for the ex-bully-bully-boys, it maintains a wonderful paradise.