Reborn with Naruto In Tokyo, Japan

"Here, here, Takahashi is here."

"Come and see."

"oh!"

Heads poked out of the window one by one, and the black heads laughed and looked at Takahashi pitifully. There were only a few hundred people in the three grades of high school. Everyone is either a former classmate or a relative, and if there is any trouble, it will spread among the people like a ignited wildfire. The closed town has formed a unique flame circle.

The eyes of everyone looking at Takahashi were full of sarcasm and disdain. The rumors and photos are nothing if they are listed alone. Many people will have basic reason when they are picked out as bystanders, but the three become tigers. When I find that the Timeline (something like Moments) around me is all laughing at Takahashi's special service, the fake thing will become real.

"She looked up at us."

"Go into the classroom."

Back on the seat, Takahashi clenched her hands, loosened them, and clenched them again. She pursed her lips and looked out of the window, then lowered her head to look at her hands on her knees, restless like a rabbit.

Not only the students in the classroom, but also many students from other classes gathered in the corridor outside the door, the third grade, the second grade, and the first grade, the corridor was crowded with people.

Everyone straightens their necks and wants to take a look at this miraculous woman circulating in the circle of friends. Taking a photo and putting it in their circle of friends can be regarded as chasing "fashion". The story is passed on to the next class of students.

"This senior looks pretty good."

"If I'm not good enough, can I still go to ****? Who would spend money for ugly monsters?"

"You said if I go to ask, will you do it with me?"

'You try it, you will know if you try it. '

"Yes, go."

Instigated by a group of people, a second-grade boy was pushed into the class, and he laughed and walked to Takahashi's poor desk.

"Senior sister, if possible, can you do it with me?" The boy said earnestly, and those who didn't know it thought it was the younger brother confessing to the senior sister.

"..."

"I can pay, I won't be free." After saying a few more words, the second-year boy shrugged and walked out.

"Sorry, failed."

"Hee ha ha."

"Haha, you are so shameful that you came back after something."

"It must be because the other party is too shy, so the other party will definitely be embarrassed to ask the price in public, so let's ask on the phone after returning."

The gossip's saber, gun, sword and halberd pierced Gaoqiao's heart. She sat on her seat as if petrified, watching the teachers walking back and forth on the stage indifferently.

Without looking down at the phone, she could guess that it must be full of obscenities now.

The Mandarin class in the afternoon was taught by the homeroom teacher. After reading the syllabus to the handout, he paced to Gao Qiao's desk.

This is the type of teacher most students like most. The head teacher has a weak temperament and never treats students harshly. Even if students make mistakes, they will just pretend not to see them.

It's just that today's incident seems to be a bit exaggerated, and he couldn't help but want to make a move.

"Come to the office after class." The head teacher tapped on Gao Qiao's desktop and whispered.

"...Hmm." Takahashi's poor fingertips trembled slightly.

The teacher's office is much better than the student classroom, facing the campus's flowers and forests, and two air conditioners are turned on.

If it is winter, the office will be equipped with one or two coal-burning stoves, and the smoke will be exhausted to the outside through the chimney, making it warmer than in summer.

More than a dozen teachers sat in their seats, looked at their mobile phones for a while, and then flipped through the handouts. Some teachers glanced at Takahashi pitifully, and shook their heads silently.

"Takahashi, this matter...huh?"

The homeroom teacher pushed the mobile phone on the table to Takahashi's poor body with two fingers, and there were some things that he, an old man, couldn't say clearly.

What was displayed on the screen of the mobile phone was the rumor that was circulating last night, Takahashi O's true record of the fillet.

Takahashi's poor heart suddenly tightened up. Although it was all lies slandered by others, but being taken out by the class teacher and placed in front of him majestically, a kind of nakedness after being torn apart was exposed to the air. Panic enveloped her body.

"It's all fake." Takahashi's pitiful voice was very calm, "They are all used by the class to tease me."

"Is that so?" The homeroom teacher was a tall, thin man wearing glasses. His tone of voice and demeanor from the inside out gave people a feeling of frailty.

"I work part-time in a convenience store, and then I take the goods to the hotel, which is the convenience store in the lower left corner of the picture."

After getting Takahashi's pitiful and negative reply, the head teacher didn't want to continue on this topic. This matter was told to him by other teachers in the office, otherwise he didn't want to meddle in other people's business.

"In this case, there is no problem. The teacher is really worried that you will go astray."

"Teacher, can you... explain it to me?" Takahashi looked at the teacher's phone pitifully and anxiously, "It's just these rumors..."

"The clean ones are self-clearing, and they have a clear conscience. Why don't you just ignore them?"

The homeroom teacher thought he felt good and tried to persuade Gao Qiao a few words, which was nothing more than the principle of taking a step back and understanding each other.

It is very simple for everyone to say these words. It takes a lot of effort to pick up a hundred yuan from the ground without bending down.

What good would it do him to get involved in the affairs of these students?

And a slap can't be made, if you don't provoke others, why should everyone bully you? When you are bullied by others, don't you reflect on whether you have done something wrong.

Standing in the corridor outside the office, Takahashi stood pitifully for a long time with his hands behind his back.

The sounds of teachers talking gradually came from the office.

"The pranks of the students in your class seem to be a bit too much, aren't you ready to take care of them?"

"Whatever, anyway, there is only one year left before the end of the third year of high school. Those who should enter the society should enter the society, and those who should go to college should go to college. Whatever you love."

"You really can see."

"I can't help it, and Takahashi doesn't look like there is a problem, so we can deal with it like this."

Carrying the schoolbag, Takahashi sighed heavily in his heart, she shouldn't pin her hopes on other people, it's not like she hasn't tried before, but which time she didn't get hurt again?

"what?"

Standing on the street outside the convenience store, Takahashi stared pitifully at the things on the pole.

She took two steps in three steps, her nose almost touching the pole.

I don't know when leaflets were pasted on the telephone poles.

The flyer is black and white, and in the middle is a photo of Takahashi's poor students when they entered high school. They have long hair and bangs, and they are cute and innocent. At first glance, they make people feel pure and innocent. Right below the photos, there are bold and explicit words written .