Chapter 1 Prologue: A resignation notice to all teachers and students
Tokyo, Minato.

In a dim little rental house of no more than 20 square meters.

The mobile phone screen emitted a faint fluorescence on the small wooden table, showing a multiple-choice interface to be forwarded.

At the top of the interface is marked [Tokyo Metropolitan Mita High School Staff Group].

Next is the [Tokyo Metropolitan Mita High School Student Exchange Group], and then a series of related groups such as the first, second, and third grade A, B, and C classes.

Fujii Itsuki took out a Marlboro cigarette from the cigarette box and took out a lighter as familiarly as a middle-aged man.

He lit up the cigarette, took a puff and slowly exhaled. The pleasant smoke went up and dissipated between the roof and the chandelier.

Then, he checked the groups on the list one by one and clicked the green send button in the lower left corner.

A message from the first-grade class A was sent in the group.

[Hello everyone, my name is Fujii Itsuki.

I am very sorry to bother you all. I have had the honor of working in your school for more than three years. I believe that many teachers and classmates know me. I am also honored that some classmates can affectionately call me Teacher Fujii, but I regret to tell you that I have taken the initiative to resign.

There were personnel changes in the school, and a new academic dean named Takashima was appointed.

This guy is disgusting.

On the first day of his employment, he required all teachers to prepare lessons by hand, which added several hours of work to the already heavy workload. From that day on, teachers at our school often stayed up until the early morning, and then stayed up until the early morning every day.

In the second week, he suddenly came up with the idea of ​​a communication tent.

The liaison account - that is, the information book that tells parents about the student’s situation in school, study, and mental state every day is given to parents.

The content of the contact account details every morning and afternoon, every class, and the teacher’s daily improvement suggestions for each student.

All texts are required to be handwritten, the content is supervised by him, and his name is on it.

In name, it was to get all the teachers in the school to devote themselves to their work and pay more attention to the current situation of the students. In reality, it was to please some of the parents of the students and use it as a political attraction to win their favor so that he could work in the Ministry of Education in the future.

This is meaningless work.

The teachers in our school are already mentally exhausted from grading homework until late at night, and they have to work overtime at night to write these bullshit suggestions for Takashima Academic Affairs like they are coaxing a little kid.

This is not a suggestion to the students, but a flattery to him.

We are not teachers, but slaves to his fame.

I chose to refuse to cooperate with this job, and at the meeting that night, Mr. Takashima ridiculed me in various ways, saying that someone like you is qualified to be a teacher? He also said that if you can't do it, Mr. Fujii can resign tomorrow.

I just want to ask Gao Dao's academic affairs director, are you recruiting teachers or your dogs on chains?

You want me to be a teacher during the day and your personal clerk at night for a monthly salary of 300,000 yen?

And you're also taking a pay cut.

I'm sorry, you can take this money home and use it to buy a good cemetery for your father in the future. I think your father will think you are very filial.

On the night of Takashima's new job, he invited all the teachers to a dinner party, and arranged for Sakurai, Utsumi, and Nagasawa to sit next to him, and arranged for all of us male teachers to sit at the end of the table, or even in the next room. There were often rumors of harassment in the school, and even a female student suddenly transferred to another school, and some female students were forcibly gagged, with complaints and nowhere to vent. I believe that all the teachers and students here have heard about these things. As for who did it, I will be frank here.

Academic Affairs Director Takashima, it’s you, the idiot.

I wonder if your promotion to academic affairs at the age of 62 has given you confidence, but do you really think of yourself as a faction leader?

Why not drown yourself to reflect on yourself?

Let yourself see whether you are a human being or just an ugly and poisonous toad in a suit.

I suggest you turn yourself in to the Metropolitan Police Department directly. After a few years, you might be able to see your mother for the last time. Before she dies, your mother might even praise you for being so filial.

Every time we have a party, you always bring the bowl of tempura to yourself. You can eat nine out of ten. I don't know if you are used to being stingy, or if the school can reimburse you for the party money, but you always take some away before leaving.

Oh, and the government has always provided scholarship support to our school. After Takashima took office, he used this money to buy cheap things like notebooks and gel pens, saying that the money must be spent on real things for students. In fact,
You are really worthy of me, Academic Affairs Officer Takashima.

In addition, thank you to the academic administrator Gao Dao for saying that he would teach me a lesson at the meeting last night. I am very grateful to you. Today, I will teach you a lesson in front of all the teachers and students in the school, so that all the teachers and students in the school can see what kind of person you are. Let you remember that not everyone is willing to let you slaughter them.

Thanks.]
The chat software used by the school is specially made and outsourced to a Tokyo software company.

Because the template used was very old and the structure and functions were almost at the level of ten years ago, Fujii Itsuki knew very well that this message could not be withdrawn once it was sent.

And because it was lunch time, it would soon be seen by all the teachers and students in the school.

As expected, Fujii Itsuki soon saw that all the major groups in the school began to flood the screen with messages.

Messages are refreshed one after another but are quickly replaced by new messages.

Most of them are question marks from students.

Some asked themselves, "Teacher Fujii, is this real?" and "It doesn't look fake."

Some people echoed, "Now that Mr. Fujii said that, it does seem like a toad," and "That guy's look is disgusting."

Some students @ed their teachers to ask for the truth, while some took the opportunity to speak and told everyone in the group what they had seen last week.

Others are students who received scholarships. They asked the teacher in the group whether the bonus next week would really be stationery.
The news here is half true and half false, and all kinds of outrageous rumors are emerging one after another, but they all express dissatisfaction.

The whole school was in an uproar.

Fujii Itsuki could already foresee the situation where Academic Affairs Minister Takashima would be blocked by students at the school gate when he returned to school, but all this had nothing to do with him now.

He simply uninstalled all social media apps and turned off his phone, so that out of sight, out of mind.

He flicked the cigarette filter with his index finger, exhaled, stood up, drew open the curtains, and looked up at the sunset over Tokyo.

The sea breeze from Tokyo Bay blows towards us.

In three years, he had never felt that the wind was so pleasant.

(End of this chapter)