Tokyo: Rabbit Police and Her Evil Partner

Chapter 400 Elementary School Dragon
Fushimi Shika pushed up his glasses with his middle finger, adopting the posture of a headmaster reprimanding a child, and said seriously, "Is it possible that the problem lies with you?"

"This is typical bureaucratic practice. Whenever a conflict arises, they turn around and blame the victim." Ping Yingzi chose to argue rather than reflect on her actions.

"Didn't you start the conflict?" Fushimi Shika retorted.

"There's no way around it; breaking the rules always brings growing pains, and reform requires bloodshed and sacrifice..."

Ping Yingzi changed jobs again, transforming from an elementary school student assassin into an elementary school revolutionary.

The brick had flattened her bangs, making them stick to her forehead, giving her the look of a male senior from an anime who would say "Oh, hi, junior."

"Are you treating everyone else as an imaginary enemy?" Fushimi Shika shook his head, looking like a middle-aged man in his forties at a drinking party, and sighed in a tone of advice from someone who had been through it all, "Based on my six years of elementary school experience, I can tell you with certainty that this won't work."

"Then what should we do?" Hira Sakurako decided to learn from her mistakes and seek advice from her seniors. If she remembered correctly, Fushimi Shika had successfully graduated from elementary school and was a master of elementary school.

"You should think of school as a small society, a training ground for you. Elementary school is a level 1 training ground, middle school is a level 5 training ground, high school is a level 10 training ground, university is a level 50 mini-dungeon—and your ultimate goal is to reach the max level Earth Online dungeon."

Fushimi Shika gestured with a step-like hand gesture and continued to enlighten Hira Sakurako, who was just starting out in elementary school: "Do you understand now? You can't provoke NPCs when you're in a dungeon. The teacher is the NPC. She is responsible for issuing dungeon quests, and you just need to work hard to complete them. Within the rules, you can have some healthy competition with other players of the same level to become a qualified elementary school student."

As he spoke, he patted Ping Yingzi's schoolbag, which made her head bob up and down: "Increasing the favorability of NPCs will help you complete tasks; otherwise, you will be attacked by NPCs. If the other party is of a higher level than you, you will end up being suppressed like Sun Wukong."

Hirayuko had a vague understanding of it, but since she had never played RPG games, she still only vaguely understood these abstract concepts.

To help her understand the concepts of NPCs and dungeons, Shika Fushimi decided to buy an SFC console, an MD console, and several game discs before going home... There were still quite a few good games in 91, such as Final Fantasy, Sonic the Hedgehog, The Legend of Zelda, and SimCity.

Afterwards, Fushimi Shika leaned against the wall on one leg and spent more than half an hour imparting elementary school secrets to Hira Sakurako. Even after the first lesson ended, he was still eager to continue, feeling quite accomplished in educating Hira Sakurako. No wonder the older generation always says that life is incomplete without having children.

As soon as Mr. Ren finished teaching and opened the classroom door, Fushimi Shika immediately stood up straight, put one hand on his hip, pointed at Sakura's nose, and adopted a reprimanding posture:

"I heard everything just now. How could you say such a thing? Who taught you to talk to your teacher like that? It's so disrespectful—"

"Calm down, calm down..."

Mr. Ren quickly offered a few words of advice, saying that children speak without thinking and that Suga-kun shouldn't take it too seriously—Suga Michihiro was a pseudonym that Fushimi Shika had given himself.

Fushimi Shika commented that kids these days have no manners and it's obvious there's a problem with their family environment.

As soon as he finished speaking, Mr. Ren turned around and asked if Ping Yingzi's parents were available. He suggested that they come to the school after school today, as he needed to discuss some issues with them.

Hira Sakurako planned to expose Fushimi Shika's true colors, saying they would all die together; Fushimi Shika stood behind the teacher, constantly winking at her, signaling her not to reveal his identity at this time for the sake of his teaching.

"He... uh, she gets off work at five in the afternoon..."

On her first day of school, Ping Yingzi was called to school by her parents. Her carefully prepared plan had completely failed, and she was in a terrible mood.

“Okay, you can go back to class now. I’ve arranged a seat for you,” the teacher patiently instructed. “Don’t speak in that tone again, don’t swear at your classmates, don’t call yourself a gangster, and don’t threaten your classmates… Understand?”

Hira Sakurako wanted to ask why she couldn't. She wasn't trying to argue; she genuinely wanted to know why. Fushimi Shika stood behind the teacher, mouthing the words "NPC" to Hira Sakurako, telling her not to argue or ask questions, repeatedly uttering the letters "NPC" through her mouth.

“NPC…she is an NPC…” Fushimi Shika stood behind Mr. Ren, like a ghost, silently repeating this sentence.

Ping Yingzi suddenly realized that being a teacher wasn't about making demands, but rather about issuing tasks—NPCs don't need reasons to issue tasks; players just need to follow them.

She nodded obediently and said, "I understand."

Task accepted successfully.

"Eh……"

Ms. Ren was somewhat surprised. She hadn't expected Ping Yingzi to back down. She had thought Ping Yingzi was a mischievous little girl, but now it seemed that Ping Yingzi wasn't a bad person at heart... She was probably just not used to the new environment.

Everyone has moments of being immature and foolish, and she can understand that.

However, if necessary, the parents should be called in. The husband should at least confirm what kind of family environment the child is living in.

Mr. Kushina praised Hirai Sakurako for admitting her mistakes and correcting them, saying she was a good child. He then dragged Fushimi Shika back to his office to continue probing whether the handsome substitute teacher was single.

Ping Yingzi put down her schoolbag and watched the two leave. She leaned against the door and peeked out, discovering that all the elementary school students in her class were watching her, and a few boys were leaning against the window, peeking at her from behind.

Ping Yingzi was startled and quickly took two steps back. She was very uncomfortable with the gaze of strangers. Those clear eyes were like constantly flashing spotlights, making her heart race and her face burn.

"You scared her!" a girl shouted.

She had two small braids, big eyes, a slightly chubby face, and pointed canine teeth that would show when she spoke.

"No way! I didn't do anything!" the boy leaning against the window retorted.

"It's there! Get out of the way!" The girl with the tiger teeth waved her hand, blocking Hirayuko's way and gesturing for the boys to go play somewhere else. "Yae-chan is meddling again!" the little boys jeered.

Tiger Tooth Girl's best friend joined the fray, and four or five little girls and three little boys started arguing, chattering incessantly. Ping Yingzi was truly surprised that her peers could be so noisy, and also astonished by how low their aggression was.

"Hehehehe!!"

"You dared to ignore me! I'll get my revenge!"

"Laughing..."

"..."

Ping Yingzi was deeply shocked by the verbal battle between the elementary school students.

After a moment of reflection, she realized that her decision to bring knives, guns, and bricks was indeed a bit too radical—given the current situation, she only needed a water gun to dominate the campus.

The ten-minute break between classes was spent in a 'tit-for-tat' battle between the two sides, and by the time the bell rang for class, neither side had gained the upper hand.

The so-called "lèlèlè attack" is actually making a face at the other person while sticking out the tongue and making a "lèlèlè" sound, thus expressing a strong sense of sarcasm. It is the main attack method of elementary school students in the city.

All the students had name tags on the corners of their desks. Hira Sakura avoided the saliva and found her seat in the third row, by the playground window.

The second lesson was arithmetic. The subject teacher was a rigid middle-aged man who earnestly taught the elementary school students addition and subtraction.

The first-grade curriculum is very simple, mainly requiring children to master the concept of numbers, ways of expressing numbers, and calculation methods, including comparing the number of objects, counting correctly, representing quantity and order, understanding the size and order of numbers, being able to accurately calculate single-digit addition and subtraction, and understanding simple two-digit addition and subtraction...

The specific question is: there are three apples on the blackboard, and the teacher draws two more apples. How many apples are there in total?

For the first twenty minutes of the entire arithmetic class, Ping Yingzi wondered if the other students in the class had some kind of special mental illness like hers, such as cerebral palsy, intellectual disability, or cognitive errors.

It wasn't until twenty minutes later that she realized that her peers were just stupid, which was why the math teacher would give such a silly question.

She realized this because during a pop quiz, the girl with the tiger teeth sitting next to her tossed her a note.

What is the sum of 13 and 17?

In this simple sentence, the girl with the tiger teeth even spelled out one of the characters using the Japanese syllabary (hiragana and katakana).

The math teacher noticed the girl with the tiger-toothed teeth's little trick, snatched the note away, and criticized her for cheating, saying loudly, "I know that two-digit addition and subtraction are difficult, but you are top students at Waseda Industrial High School, and you will inherit your parents' family business in the future, so naturally you have to work harder than ordinary people..."

Ping Yingzi looked around and saw that all her classmates were frowning, fiddling with their hands as if doing arithmetic. The boy who had been peering out the window had taken off his shoes and was calculating with his toes; he didn't seem to be very bright.

"..."

She finished the test in twenty seconds. There were only ten questions in total, and the questions were even represented by pictures to make it easier for the child to understand.

—Does my treating these idiots as formidable rivals mean I'm an idiot too?

Hira Sakurako fell into deep self-doubt.

The math teacher noticed that she was sitting still, so he came over and glanced at her. He found that she had already filled in the test paper and got it all right. He thought to himself, "No wonder she's a specially recruited transfer student. She's really smart."

The class was over just like that.

The math teacher went overtime by five minutes, finishing grading all the papers and handing them back to the students to take to their parents for signatures. The students groaned in despair. The math teacher slammed his hand on the table and yelled, "What are you yelling about? Did you think these questions were difficult? Sakura got a perfect score! Look at your own mistakes!"

After saying that, he announced the end of get out of class and left with his lecture notes.

For a fleeting moment, Hirayuko keenly sensed hostility, especially from that idiot boy, who was clutching his test paper tightly and looking at her with particular displeasure.

The girl with the tiger teeth peeked at the boy's exam paper, then burst out laughing, "Hahaha! Shota got a zero!"

The ladies finally seized their chance to retaliate, loudly chanting, "Shota the Egg! Shota the Egg!"

The little boy couldn't take it anymore. He suddenly stood up, his face flushed, tears welling up in his eyes, and ran out of the classroom with a pout.

The girl with the tiger teeth, having thoroughly humiliated the fallen dog, stood in the corridor with her hands on her hips, continuing to jeer and mock: "Duck Egg Shota ran away!"

The other girls felt it was a bit much to keep scolding them, since they hadn't done well on the test either. One of them whispered, "How many points did Mayu-chan get?"

"Zero points too," the girl with the tiger teeth whispered. "Don't tell anyone!"

(End of this chapter)