Five minutes later, inside the teachers' office.
Hiratsuka Shizuka looked at Yozora and Miko Yotsuya sitting opposite her with a suspicious expression, and frowned slightly.
"Just a sprained ankle, just helping her up, is it really that simple? Then why are you crying?"
Miko Yotsuya, who had already wiped away her tears with a tissue, was still somewhat dazed and absent-minded. After Hiratsuka Shizuka repeated it again, she belatedly reacted and hurriedly replied.
"Um... it's because my ankle hurt too much, which made you misunderstand, Teacher."
"Really?"
Miko Yotsuya nodded like a chick pecking at rice.
"Yes, yes, it's true."
Miko Yotsuya wasn't stupid.
She thought to herself that if she told the truth, Hiratsuka Shizuka definitely wouldn't believe it.
She might even treat her as a weird problem student.
...
Yotsuya Miko really didn't want to leave the teacher with such a strange impression on her first day of high school.
"In that case, you should go to the classroom first, or should I have someone take you to the infirmary?"
Hearing this, Yotsuya Miko waved her hands repeatedly, barely managing to squeeze out a smile.
"Thank you for your concern, teacher, I'm almost completely better."
With that, she quickly stood up and hurried out of the office.
Watching Yotsuya Miko's back, Hiratsuka Shizuka's eyes flashed with a meaningful look, then she looked at Yozora sitting in front of her, helplessly rubbed her forehead, and picked up the peach wood dagger on the table.
"What is this?"
Yozora said with righteous confidence: "An ornament."
Hiratsuka Shizuka frowned, her slender jade finger tapping the sharp tip of the peach wood dagger.
"Leaving aside the danger of this thing..."
She picked up the silver nail on the table and waved it in front of Yozora.
"This, at least, shouldn't be a prohibited item to bring to school, right? Besides, why do you carry this thing with you?"
"For self-defense."
"Self-defense against what? This is school. This thing and that wooden dagger are both confiscated."
Hiratsuka Shizuka put the silver nail and peach wood dagger into the drawer, then hesitated for a moment and handed the few talismans printed with crooked characters to Yozora.
"This doesn't violate the rules, you can take it back."
"Okay, thank you, teacher."
Yozora thought to himself, you confiscated the two useful things, but returned this useless talisman.
That's what he thought.
He still took the talisman and carefully put it into his pocket.
After all, he still had to go to the old guy who set up a stall in front of the shrine to return it.
"Speaking of..."
Hiratsuka Shizuka hesitated for a moment, but finally couldn't help but ask with doubt.
"Nowadays, are the fonts on talismans all printed? Can this even work?"
Yozora nodded and replied indifferently.
"Keeping up with the times, the ink used in the printer is all blessed."
"I see."
Hiratsuka Shizuka nodded noncommittally and said earnestly.
"Then you should go back to the classroom first."
"Okay."
After Yozora left, another female teacher in the office, wearing a professional suit, paired with black stockings and high heels, with long cherry pink hair, who looked very serious, said calmly.
"Shizuka, you are too lenient with the students. Causing such a ruckus on the first day of reporting, what will happen if this continues?"
Hiratsuka Shizuka picked up her cup and took a sip of coffee, then waved her hand indifferently.
"It doesn't matter, since neither of the two students is willing to talk, let them be."
The cherry pink-haired female teacher said in a very calm tone, a sentence that was extremely lethal to Hiratsuka Shizuka.
"Are you worried that if you get to the bottom of things and hear the budding love story between a young boy and girl, you'll be triggered?"
"You!"
Hiratsuka Shizuka was so angry that she waved her fist.
"You're one to talk, aren't you also an old maid?"
"I'm not the same as you."
The cherry pink-haired female teacher seemed very calm.
"I have already decided to devote all my body and mind to the correct guidance of students. This is the duty of an educator."
Hiratsuka Shizuka rolled her eyes and waved her hand.
"My philosophy is different from yours, forget it, I won't say anymore."
As a colleague and friend, she knew the other party's personality too well.
Kirisu Mafuyu is indeed a very responsible teacher, even if it goes against the student's own wishes, she will guide them to a path where they can fully develop their talents.
As for Hiratsuka Shizuka's teaching philosophy?
Grades are secondary, as long as they can gain something during their three years of high school and grow into psychologically and physically healthy people.
Thinking of this, she opened the drawer and glanced at it with a complex expression.
"That kid's psychology... it seems I still need to find some time to counsel him."
On the other side.
After Yozora entered Class 1-A's classroom, the students who were chatting in twos and threes instantly became quiet.
"Is he in our class too?"
"He's kind of handsome."
"Should we strike up a conversation and make friends?"
"No need to rush, we're in the same class, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future."
...
Yozora's appearance was very outstanding, coupled with his height of over 1.8 meters, his external conditions were indeed very excellent.
At this time, Yotsuya Miko, who had already chosen a seat and was sitting there, couldn't help but shudder when she saw him walking in.
Her reaction was normal.
The scene that happened in the activity room really brought a little bit of strange shock to Yotsuya Miko.
Evil spirits are actually afraid of humans?
And Yozora, as a human, can actually devour evil spirits?
Judging from the scene at that time, he was obviously not doing this for the first time.
The curiosity in Yotsuya Miko's heart was difficult to suppress, but in front of so many classmates in the classroom, she obviously couldn't ask now.
Yozora glanced around the classroom and saw many familiar faces.
That's right, he is a transmigrator.
This is a world formed by the fusion of slice-of-life anime.
Yozora originally thought that he could enjoy a peaceful daily life of cuddling with beautiful girl characters in this world.
Good news, there are indeed beautiful girls.
Bad news, Yotsuya Miko is also among them, and she even fused in things like evil spirits.
"So sleepy."
Yozora yawned, and without the slightest hesitation, walked straight to the back row corner of the classroom, the seat by the window.
Just as he put his bag on the desk, a girl with long black straight hair also placed her slender white right hand on the chair.
The two's eyes collided in the air.
The girl's clear and cold voice sounded: "I chose this seat first."
Yozora didn't back down and just replied with a smile.
"I've already put my bag down."
"You can pick up your bag again."
"Then you can also pick up your hand."
Seeing the two not giving way to each other, a cute girl with a dumpling hairstyle, dressed somewhat like a gyaru, who was talking with a few girls, quickly walked forward and persuaded in a gentle tone.
"You two, it's just a seat, there's no need to argue, right?"
"That's not right."
Yozora looked at the dumpling-headed girl and said earnestly.
"I see that you completely don't understand the value of this seat."