After the simulation, the female characters in Detective Conan break down.

He raised his arm and looked at his watch.

Then he lowered his head and scribbled something in his notebook.

"Tick tock..."

The second hand on the wall clock was ticking away.

Each jump felt like it was hitting the students' hearts.

Some students eventually couldn't help but start whispering among themselves.

"What's going on? Why isn't Ms. Judy here yet?"

"I don't know, she's usually very punctual!"

"Squad leader, think of something!"

"Quick, go find the teacher! The vice principal is terrifying!"

"But I think the vice principal is so handsome!"

"Shut up, you fangirl!"

"Yeah, don't you know how the vice principal treats infatuated girls?"

"..."

"Okay, I'll go find the teacher!"

Then, a female classmate who was the class monitor stood up.

His face was filled with terror, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

It made her feel like a warrior about to die.

Her limbs were stiff as she groggily walked toward the simulated personality.

You could tell how scared she was from her body language.

The name "simulated personality" is known to everyone.

The title of "Hell King" had been echoing in her ears like a death knell ever since she was in junior high school.

The news on TV broadcasts every day about the seemingly miraculous teaching methods of simulated personality.

Relatives and neighbors were scrambling to get their children into the school where Hoshinogi was.

Even if they can't get their child into the exchange program, they'll do everything in their power to secure one for their child.

Her parents, on the other hand, seemed to be bewitched.

They went to great lengths, pulling strings and selling everything they owned, to get her into this prestigious school.

The year she arrived at the school was the same year her simulated personality went to university.

I thought that after two years of easy living, I was about to be free.

But who would have thought that the King of Hell would obtain his doctorate and return to school in just two years?

And she even transformed herself into the vice principal of their school?

Isn't that outrageous?!

Why can't we wait until she graduates before she comes back?

Do you really love your alma mater that much?

........ ... ...

"Vice-Chancellor!"

The female class monitor bowed to the simulated personality with a contorted face.

This bowing gesture is considered the most standard bowing posture in the world.

This expressed the female class monitor's deep-seated fear and respect for the simulated personality.

"Ok!"

The simulated personality snorted through its nose.

Then he raised his eyes and glanced at the female class monitor.

Although those dark eyes were hidden by glasses.

But you could still sense the impatience in those deep eyes.

"hiss!"

The students in the classroom immediately sat up straight.

Their expressions turned horrified after the simulated personality uttered a sound.

They should be in the prime of their youth, but they are bearing pressures they shouldn't have to endure.

I felt a chill run down my back, and the hairs on my back stood on end.

They seemed to have suffered a tremendous psychological attack.

I was sweating profusely.

The slightly overweight students were already drenched in sweat.

Even though they were completely soaked with sweat.

They didn't dare take out a handkerchief to wipe their sweat.

Some of the more timid students even experienced dizziness in both eyes.

She looked like she was about to faint at any moment.

"Tsk!"

The simulated personality suddenly curled its lip in an impatient manner.

"!!!"

The whole class instantly shuddered.

He stood frozen, too stiff to move.

The whole audience fell into silence.

"That...that..."

The female squad leader stood still.

My legs were trembling uncontrollably.

"Speak! What kind of nonsense is this, stammering like that?!"

The simulated personality raised its head and frowned.

It's clear that he has already curbed his aggressive tendencies.

"me……"

The female class monitor was so startled that she took a half step back.

She supported herself by leaning her arms on the shoulders of the classmate behind her.

Being small and frail, she had no choice but to seek someone to rely on.

Her tiny face, no bigger than a palm, had long since turned deathly pale with fright.

Her eyes were so gray that her original pupil color was no longer visible.

The student being helped stood stiffly, not daring to make any small movements.

He was trying his best to be a proper stake.

"Tsk! What do you mean, 'what am I'? Stand up straight!"

"Yes!"

The female class monitor immediately pressed her hands tightly against the sides of her trouser legs.

Head up, chest out!

Her eyes were so firm at that moment that she was perfectly qualified to join the Party!

"Hmm, not bad. It seems you haven't given up on yourselves during the two years I've been gone!"

"Speak! What is it?"

The simulated personality nodded in satisfaction.

His expression softened as he looked at the female class monitor.

"I want to ask Ms. Judy to come over!"

The female class monitor stood tall and spoke in a loud voice.

It was as if he had used all his strength to shout out that sentence.

"Well... go ahead!"

The simulated personality's brow gradually relaxed.