Tokyo: Rabbit Police and Her Evil Partner

Chapter 371 Get rich!
The teaching assistant didn't understand why the principal was going to go to such lengths. Since the child could answer the middle school exam questions, why test him again with elementary school questions?

Wouldn't that make the school seem careless?
How can someone who can even pick up the wrong test paper properly educate their child?

Of course, it was his fault, and the principal can punish him however he wants in private, but how can he bring it up in public?
The teaching assistant hesitated, but ultimately said nothing.

Principal Ando took off his glasses and wiped them repeatedly until Sakura stopped writing, then he put his glasses back on.

The teaching assistant took the exam papers and calculated the scores with Principal Ando.

"Well……"

The two exchanged a glance. If they hadn't miscalculated, the score for both subjects was still 60 points.

no more, no less.

Principal Ando adjusted his glasses, confirming his suspicions. He turned to Fushimi Shika and said, "Could you please excuse me for a moment? I have a few questions I'd like to ask the student privately..."

Fushimi Shika subconsciously turned around to look at Hira Sakurako, and seeing the latter nod slightly, he then got up to take his leave.

Hira Sakurako knew in her heart that sooner or later she would have to leave the protection of Fushimi Shika and Minamoto Tamako and face strange monsters alone... This day came sooner than she had imagined, but she was already mentally prepared.

The teaching assistant also left, closing the door to the meeting room behind him.

The room was eerily quiet; Hira Sakura could hear her own heartbeat. In her eyes, Principal Ando's face gradually contorted, but she dared not show any fear, only tensing her body and forcing herself to maintain a stiff posture.

Whether you succeed or not depends entirely on your own will.

Principal Ando tapped the test paper on the table with his index finger and asked, "Is Fushimi deliberately controlling his score? He could have gotten a perfect score, but he's been consistently getting 60."

Hira Sakurako remained expressionless; she wanted to speak, but couldn't open her mouth.

Seeing this, Principal Ando comforted him, "Don't be nervous, I don't mean to blame you... I'm just curious, why did Fushimi do that?"

The other person's tone softened, and Hirayuko caught her breath slightly.

No matter how turbulent her heart was, she remained calm on the surface, and said softly, "I want to be an ordinary person."

Principal Ando suddenly realized that only extraordinary people would yearn to be ordinary... but that alone was not enough to convince him.

"At our school, geniuses are all ordinary people. Fushimi, don't worry, high scores won't attract jealousy. Every semester we publish the top 100 results, and those with outstanding grades will be respected by their classmates..."

He smiled and said, "Any other reasons?"

After thinking for a moment, Hirayuko decided to tell the truth: "I don't think it makes any sense."

“What do you mean by meaningless?” Principal Ando was taken aback.

“It’s meaningless to get a high score,” Ping Yingzi said.

Principal Ando was stunned; he realized then that this was how it was.

So, in this child's eyes, schools that use grades as the standard for assessment have no educational value?

He initially wanted to argue that grades are the standard for measuring academic ability, but then he thought, isn't the purpose of education to enhance students' academic ability?

No, it is not.

As the principal, he actually forgot the first half of the school motto: "Abandon empty rhetoric and take practical learning as the foundation," and only then should it be "Cultivate talents who can govern the world and benefit the people!"
For so many years, he has been opposing vanity and formalism, emphasizing pragmatism and a down-to-earth academic style... Only now does he realize that he has been using a different set of standards to demand of his students.

The girl sitting in front of him knew exactly what she wanted, what kind of education she should receive, and had a clear plan for her life goals.

In her life, there was no pursuit of grades.

Despite her excellent grades, she remained grounded and pragmatic, keeping her scores within a "good enough" range even during entrance exams.

Principal Ando was amazed; this was truly a gem in the rough!

Amazing!
Is she really just a seven-year-old child?
That's true. Only a seven-year-old child would act so willfully—controlling scores in entrance exams is a childish and arrogant act, isn't it?

Principal Ando had already reached a conclusion, but as was customary, he still had to ask one last question.

"I see, I think I understand what Fushimi-kun is thinking now..."

"So, Fushimi-kun, what kind of person do you want to become in the future?"

……

Principal Ando has heard many answers to this question.

Some children said they wanted to be scientists, some said they wanted to be cartoonists, and some said they wanted to be politicians, musicians, astronauts... Some even had a vague plan for their future and would answer that they wanted to become like their father or mother.

Many people are puzzled: what can a ten-year-old child understand? Who can know what his future will be like?

But it's not.

A British documentary once featured interviews with children from working-class, middle-class, and elite families, asking them about their future plans and their parents' educational strategies.

Children from underprivileged families often have vague goals, such as hoping to make money in the future. Their parents often mock them, saying, "With your grades, you still want to make a lot of money?"

Children from middle-class families often lack clear goals, and their parents mostly hope they are happy and are willing to support and encourage their interests and hobbies.
Children from elite families have very clear goals. Their parents educate them from a young age about the etiquette, interpersonal skills, and social rules of the elite class. From childhood, they decide to become elites with professions similar to their parents'.

Twenty years later, the director interviewed these three families again, and the results were unexpected. The child from the lower-class family started a small business, not becoming rich, but at least making ends meet; the child from the elite family inherited their parents' business and, unsurprisingly, grew up to become an industry leader, carrying on their parents' legacy.

The problem lies in the middle-class family: the older brother has become homeless, wandering around all day; the younger sister works at a strip club, just getting by day by day.

According to Ando Meitaro, if one does not have a clear goal for the future and does not have an ideal that one truly loves, one is like a rootless duckweed that can never grow into a towering tree.

Even the most talented person can waste their time due to arrogance.

When faced with this question, Hira Sakurako didn't think it through. She blurted out, "I want to become a strong yet gentle person."

Principal Ando asked, "Isn't that too general? Couldn't you be more specific?"

Are "powerful" and "gentle" very general terms?

"By 'specific,' I mean things like professions."

"I might consider becoming a police officer or a lawyer."

"Is that so..." Principal Ando became even more curious: "Why would you want to become a strong yet gentle person? Have you met such a person in your life?"

“No,” Hira Sakurako said, “I just wanted to.”

She was actually hiding something. She couldn't bring herself to say that she needed to be strong to protect those she cherished, and that she needed to be gentle to maintain those she cherished. This reason was something she couldn't say out loud, something that didn't sound like a normal child, and it was also something she felt ashamed of.

Principal Ando nodded, a pleased smile on his face.

He invited Fushimi Shika in and announced the results directly, without even requiring a parent interview: "First of all, congratulations to Fushimi for passing the written and oral exams... Secondly, welcome to our school, Fushimi."

The teaching assistant clapped along to congratulate them;
Fushimi Shika feigned surprise and shook hands with the principal.

"Application materials are required for enrollment. First, you need to fill out an enrollment application form, attach a copy of your household registration and a health certificate. Academic transcripts are not required. For the elementary school section, you need to submit a statement of your family's educational philosophy (protector's statement)..."

The teaching assistant went on and on, basically saying that if Fushimi Shika had no objections, they would try to complete the enrollment procedures on the first day, buy school uniforms, textbooks, sportswear and other school supplies on the second day, and start formal classes on the third day.

Fushimi Shika nodded repeatedly. When the teaching assistant asked if he needed to take notes, he said no—it was Hira Sakura's business, and he couldn't be bothered to take notes.

With everything settled, Fushimi Shika swiped his card to pay a consultation fee of 1 yen and a registration fee of 3 yen, indicating that he would prepare all the materials and come to the school to complete the formalities the next day. He then left with Hira Sakurako.

The brother and sister went downstairs one after the other, crossed the bustling playground, and walked out of the school gate.

"It's so hot! It's scorching hot today."

Fushimi Shika plopped back into his wheelchair, letting Hira Sakura push him from behind. He stretched and said, "I didn't expect it to go so smoothly... Hmm, not bad, here's a pudding for you."

Ping Yingzi, her face tense, pushed the wheelchair forcefully. She wrote down all the materials that needed to be prepared, one of which was particularly tricky: "How can things go smoothly... what about the health certificate?"

"It's not like we're checking medical records, why are you panicking?" Fushimi Shika said dismissively.

"Aren't medical records and health certificates the same thing?" Hira Sakurako asked as she pushed.

"Of course it's not the same thing. A health certificate can be obtained by doing a routine check-up at any hospital. The main purpose is to determine whether you have any infectious diseases or physical defects. There's no need to spend a lot of money on an MRI to examine your brain."

Fushimi Shika was quite aware of this. Courts often require the submission of relevant materials. Medical records have legal effect and can be submitted as evidence; however, health certificates are basically secondary supporting evidence, and can be obtained as long as one is not sick.

“Oh…I see.”

"Please take me to the ATM on the way so I can check how much money is left on my card."

Fushimi Shika remembered that he only had a little over 10,000 yen left in his card. He had only prepared consultation fees before coming, but who knew that Waseda University would be so easy to get into. The principal seemed afraid that they would run away, and offered to pay the registration fee. He didn't want to back out at the time, so he planned to pay with his credit card and then use his stipend to make up for it later, but unexpectedly, the teaching assistant successfully paid with the POS machine.

This made Fushimi Shika a little insecure.

How much money is left in the card?
Ping Yingzi pushed him into the ATM. He inserted his bank card, clicked to check his balance, and a long string of zeros appeared.

—— "22,470,900"

How come there's so much money?

Fushimi Shika thought for a moment and then remembered that after the "Connect Four" trial ended, the broadcast announced that the prize pool had reached 45 million yen and would be divided equally among the survivors. Half of that would be 22.5 million yen... He didn't expect the arbitrator to actually deposit the money into his account.

Wait, so according to that, Minamoto no Tamako also has 22.5 million yen in her account?
Fushimi Shika stroked his chin and lowered his head in deep thought.

“Your smile is so sinister,” Hira Sakurako suddenly said.

"I'm so happy for you, you know! Your tuition is covered!" Fushimi Shika eagerly patted the armrest of her wheelchair, letting Hira Sakura push her into the bank lobby: "Quick, push me to check the source of the funds, I need to open another bank account..."

Hira Sakurako looked helpless. Fushimi Shika, despite being injured, helped her look after the school and even paid her tuition. Helping her push the wheelchair was not a loss for her; rather, it was something that she, as the younger sister, should do.

The scorching sun baked the earth, and the high temperature twisted the asphalt road.

She pushed Fushimi Shika out of the ATM, the blinding sunlight streaming in. As they entered the bank, she glanced at him and noticed that the fine black lines under Fushimi Shika's collar seemed to have faded a bit.

Well……

What is that thing?
Tattoo?
It seems Fushimi Shika has reached his rebellious phase.

(End of this chapter)