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The Prime Minister has made it clear that he is putting pressure on the country.
According to a press conference held late at night by the Metropolitan Police Department, they have designated Fox and the organization behind him as terrorists.
Even the Ninth Section of the Public Security Bureau has to get involved in the investigation.
I believe it won't be long before this fox is caught.
Qingze smiled and said, "I hope he will never be caught."
"impossible."
Chizuru Tsukishima was confident in her judgment: "Unless there is external interference. But Japan is America's loyal dog, and they have no reason to interfere in domestic affairs in this way."
In her view, the "Fox" had killed fifteen people in just a few days, and its rampant behavior meant that no matter how incompetent the Metropolitan Police Department was, it would never allow such an organization that openly challenged its authority to exist for long.
It should be understood that, apart from the Self-Defense Forces, the Metropolitan Police Department is the largest violent organization in Japan, and no other force can withstand its comprehensive crackdown.
It was a foregone conclusion that the fox would be caught.
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Chapter 49 Cyan Tag
Leaving the principal's office, Qingze walked along the quiet corridor to the faculty and staff room.
The place has excellent natural light and ventilation; the square windows are open, and the spring breeze carries the faint scent of grass.
Behind the slightly worn desks sat mostly middle-aged and elderly teachers who were well-dressed and had a composed demeanor.
Qingze, as the youngest face in the entire faculty and staff office, stood out.
He walked to his own desk by the window.
His colleagues, who passed by, all nodded to him in a friendly manner, and he responded politely to each of them.
It wasn't until they passed Yoshioka Kana's table that their greetings became more familiar and sincere.
Good morning, Mr. Qing.
Kana Yoshioka raised her round face, revealing her signature kind smile.
Aozawa smiled and replied, "Good morning, Mr. Yoshioka."
Kana Yoshioka keenly detected a faint scent of perfume emanating from Aozawa.
She knew in her heart that this was not the perfume Qingze would use on herself. She had smelled the same scent on the principal before; it seemed to be a women's perfume from a well-known brand.
It seems that some of the whispers circulating among teachers are not without basis.
But Kana Yoshioka didn't intend to ask about gossip that involved personal privacy, and instead said seriously, "Regarding Yato's future, I think you need to have a serious talk with her again."
The amazing talent one possesses in their youth, if not systematically honed early on, can easily become mediocre over time.
Aoze looked helpless and shrugged, saying, "That's just how Yato is."
The only time you can persuade her is before she makes a decision.
Once she sets her mind on a certain path, nothing can pull her back.
"Sigh... If that kid were to focus on basketball, he would definitely become a world-class star in time!"
Yoshioka Kana's face was filled with complex emotions.
That ability to hit three-pointers from any distance, with perfect accuracy, is a talent that would shock the basketball world.
Aozawa did not delve deeper into this topic, but instead changed the subject, saying, "Actually, there is something I would like to ask Mr. Yoshioka for a favor."
"Oh? What is it? Tell me."
"It's about the Philosophy Club. I hope you can ask the girls in the Basketball Club to help spread the word among the students. If anyone has any troubles or needs help in the future, they can go to the Philosophy Club for advice."
Let Yato interact and communicate more with classmates of different personalities; perhaps some of her ideas will change as a result.
This was, of course, an excuse he made up.
His true intention was to gradually transform the philosophy society into a "jack-of-all-trades" on campus.
In this way, if a student displays a blue help-seeking tag above their head in the future, he will be able to intervene and handle the situation "legitimately".
Kana Yoshioka had already planned to borrow money, but upon hearing this, she readily agreed, "No problem, this is a good thing, I'll have them help promote it."
"Then I'll trouble Mr. Yoshioka to take care of it."
Qingze bowed slightly in greeting, then walked to his desk, pulled out a chair, and sat down.
He composed himself and began to focus on his work, thinking about how to assign targeted homework to students of different levels based on their scores from the last test, in order to improve their math skills.
Even though he knew that most of the girls in the class were just "getting by," whether they studied or not was one thing, and whether he, as their teacher, was doing his best was another.
In his view, the world often bestows a sacred aura upon the profession of "teacher," and this is not without reason.
For children, teachers are the people who, besides their parents, inspire the most awe and are the most capable of regulating and managing their behavior.
For parents, teachers are the people who have the best chance of educating their children well.
This is why both students and parents often unconsciously hold a kind of almost sacred expectation and idealized view of the "teacher" identity.
However, most people in this industry do not feel that their position is particularly sacred.
The same goes for Qingze.
Unlike some colleagues who are perfunctory, he is willing to earnestly fulfill the responsibilities of a teacher that he believes in.
That is to do my best to teach every student in the class well.
……
During lunch break, Qingze followed the crowd to the school cafeteria.
He carried his empty tray to the serving window, his gaze casually sweeping over the dazzling array of dishes as he pondered his lunch choice.
Suddenly, his gaze was drawn to a bowl of vibrant green spinach.
More accurately, I was drawn in by the blue label floating above the spinach.
[Mental potion]
Qingze's breath hitched slightly involuntarily.
Based on the name, this cyan label is clearly related to mental enhancement.
A sudden impulse surged within him, and he wished he could immediately step forward and scoop the labeled spinach onto his plate.
But as a teacher, he couldn't cut in line, so he had to suppress his eagerness and stay in line.
He had even prepared a worst-case scenario: if a student did take the piece of spinach, he would shamelessly go up to them and ask to exchange it.
Fortunately, most students are clearly far less interested in vegetables than in meat.
When it was his turn, the spinach bearing the label was still lying peacefully in the vegetable bowl.
Qingze immediately pointed to the bowl of spinach and said to the cafeteria lady at the window, "Mrs. Taniguchi, please give me more spinach."
"okay!"
Mrs. Taniguchi, speaking with a thick Osaka accent, readily agreed and with a wave of her hand, piled the labeled spinach and all the other spinach around it onto his plate.
Qingze's mood instantly brightened, and he promptly ordered some curry potatoes, topped it with a glistening roasted chicken leg, and then quickly found an empty seat to sit down.
He couldn't wait to pick up the piece of spinach with the green label with his chopsticks, put it in his mouth, chewed it a few times, and swallowed it.
In an instant, he clearly felt a warm current rising from his stomach, flowing upwards, rushing to the top of his head, and surging into his brain.
The senses are enhanced, becoming more acute and expansive.
After several previous enhancements, his mental perception range was about three meters, but now he felt that the range had expanded to three and a half meters.
Within this range, anyone's slightest movement, even without them turning around, can be perceived with the same precision as if they were seeing it in person.
“That’s great…”
He was filled with excitement. "Sure enough, the deeper you dive into the dream world, the more labels you encounter in reality, and the faster your power increases."
Qingze quickly finished his lunch, washed his plate, put it in the designated recycling area, and then left the noisy cafeteria.
The sun shone brightly outside, and a gentle spring breeze caressed the cherry blossom branches lining the road, carrying with it the faint sounds of laughter from girls in the distance.
Qingze's mood also became peaceful. Instead of rushing to the club building, he put his hands in his pockets and strolled leisurely, enjoying the midday tranquility.
When he pushed open the door to the philosophy club's activity room, he immediately heard Hoshino Saori's voice, which sounded like a theatrical recitation:
"Human beings, you sharpen your butcher's knife in the name of holiness, yet you weep for your cowardly souls before the butcher's altar."
This enormous contradiction is the chronic disease you call 'civilization,' which corrupts all noble barbarity into the stench of hypocrisy.
What are you trying to say with that statement?
"To express condemnation of acts of killing in human society!"
Hoshino Saori turned around and replied with a serious expression, "You must have heard about the news about that man-slayer, right, teacher?"
In a highly civilized modern society, it is astonishing that such barbaric acts of violence could still occur.
Ah, this world is truly rotten to the core.
"Violence does not always represent a bad thing."
Qingze closed the door behind him and skillfully changed into indoor shoes in the entryway. "Don't forget, in some corners of this world, there are countries that, under the banner of justice, are waging wars that are close to genocide."
For acts of sheer evil, necessary violence is, in fact, an indispensable force for upholding justice and peace.
Chapter 50 The Foolish Knight
Upon hearing Aozawa's rebuttal, Hoshino Saori perked up, as if she had been injected with vitality.
She immediately walked to the low table in the center of the room and gracefully knelt down on the left.
Beneath the school uniform skirt, the rounded curves of her hips were pressed against her soft calves, and her feet, encased in pure white stockings, stretched out naturally on the smooth solid wood floor.
She slammed her left hand on the table, her pretty face serious, and announced, "Since the teacher has a different opinion from mine, then let's have a formal debate."
I stand on the side against violence, teacher, you represent the side that supports necessary violence.