The Daily Life of a Hogwarts Terrorist

After listening, Simo just sighed slightly, then looked at Takanashi with a rather helpless expression (although if Takanashi herself had to describe it, it would be the look of looking at a dead person), which made Takanashi tremble again.

That's so strange. I just made a suggestion, why are you looking at me like that?

Just as Takanashi was feeling uneasy, Mr. Simo spoke up: "Takanashi-san, although it's not class time right now, I still have to say that it's never good to daydream. Someone has already mentioned your suggestion. While this approach of breaking things down into smaller parts is good, it also has many drawbacks. You should take a look at the blackboard yourself. Please sit down, Takanashi-san. Does anyone else have any good ideas?"

what is this?

Takanashi sat down in a daze, and after a moment he came to his senses and quickly looked up at the blackboard.

It turned out that class monitor Chidori had already written down everyone's thoughts one by one on the blackboard.

As you can see, quite a few ideas have been recorded above, but most of them are unreliable, and even alongside these unreliable ideas are some rather eccentric ones... A rant?

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76. The demands for democracy must be achieved through democratic means.

Takanashi rubbed his eyes. To be honest, although Chidori's handwriting was very neat, it was still a little difficult to find what he wanted among those densely packed words, especially with a lot of comments and distractions around him.

Fortunately, Takanashi is a very patient person. It took him about two minutes to find the suggestion he had made not long ago: "bring your own lunch." And unsurprisingly, he also saw a lot of complaints.

Around the "Bring Your Own Bento" sign were two or three lines of small print: "What time do you plan to make your parents get up from now on, kid? How long does it take to get from home to the subway to school to the classroom? Do you think a Japanese bento takes a few minutes to make? Wake up! You unfilial son!"

This? It must be Simo's comment, right? Takanashi wasn't really sure about that. But he figured that besides Mr. Simo, probably no one else would dare to write it so openly on the blackboard in front of the whole class.

As for the accuracy of Simo's criticisms?

Takanashi wiped the sweat from his forehead. Many students in Class F lived in Shinjuku, which used to be a vibrant home for the Japanese, but had become a slum since being conquered by Brittany.

Not only are the various public infrastructure facilities severely outdated and unmaintained, but transportation is also inconvenient. It takes 20 to 30 minutes to walk to the nearest subway station, and that's for those who live nearby. Then it's another 30 minutes by subway, a 10-minute walk to school, and another 30-minute walk to the classroom, which takes at least an hour and a half.

It's not that Ashford College is in a remote location, but rather that it's very close to Brittany and very far from the Japanese.

Indeed, Ashford's recruitment advertisement clearly states that the school has a beautiful environment, convenient transportation, and is only a half-hour drive from downtown Tokyo.

But all of this applies to the Britannians. For the Japanese, it only brings various inconveniences.

So a lot of time is spent on the road every day, not to mention preparing lunch boxes.

Of course, if you like eating leftovers, that's fine too. At most, you might get cancer from eating too much of it, especially leafy green vegetables.

Thinking that if she lost face, others wouldn't fare any better, Takanashi looked at what the others thought, or rather, Mr. Shimo's comparative criticisms.

For example, some people suggested: "Self-reliance leads to abundance. The school is so big, why not grow our own vegetables?"

Mr. Seamus's comment on this was: Are you planning to only eat vegetarian food? Besides, by the time the vegetables are grown, our graves will probably be overgrown with weeds, right?

However, there was a relatively objective and concise comment next to it, which seemed to have been left by Chidori or someone else: It's suitable in the long run, but it's not a quick fix. Would the school allow vegetable gardens to be set up on campus? Who knows how to farm?

The other one reads: No food? No meat? The enemy will send us some. It's time to seize the land from the landlords and distribute it to the peasants. The liberation of Japan will begin in Ashford!

Mr. Ximo replied sharply: When did the Japanese Liberation Front become a group of thugs robbing high school students of their dog food?

Ms. Chidori's comment was a bit cynical: "If you can manage to steal enough lunch for 39 people in one go, then I will represent Class F as your strongest support; but if you only steal one, I believe that what the school will send to your parents in the future will not be a report card but a notice of expulsion."

There are many other unreliable suggestions, such as: pretending to be a Bretonnian to enter the canteen, pretending to be a Bretonnian female student to enter the canteen, or pretending to be a Bretonnian primary school student to enter the canteen.

Aside from the first point, which is somewhat plausible, the rest of the ideas are completely thoughtless.

Mr. Seymour angrily wrote down the names of the people who made these three suggestions: Yoshii Akihisa, Kitahara Iori, and Imamura Kohei.

And next to their names is a big question mark: Has Japanese education degenerated to this extent?

By the way, all three of them are men.

As he looked at it, Gao Li felt much more at ease. He couldn't help but gently pat his chest: compared to some idiots, he was at least a more reliable idiot.

Just as Shusuke Takanashi was indulging in self-satisfaction, a girl whose name Takanashi couldn't recall stood up.

The girl had pink hair tied in pigtails, and her pretty face was adorned with a pair of intelligent eyes, but her gaze was filled with an aggressive sharpness, which made her seem less than adorable.

However, she still attracted the attention of many boys and girls because she had a large, impressive figure that seemed disproportionate to her petite frame.

It's so unscientific, but why do I still think it's so amazing? / That damn dairy cow!

Two distinct emotions filled the classroom, and it was obvious which camp held these emotions.

"Saya? What's on your mind now?" Chidori asked, somewhat annoyed. This girl had been picking on her quite a bit earlier, and she really didn't know what she had done to offend her in the past. The little girl who used to call out "Sister, Sister" around her when she was little was so cute.

Saya Takagi pushed up her glasses and said in a provocative tone, "I find it strange that you always think about using your own strength and never ask for help from others."

Chidori sighed, "Then please tell this fool of a man about your ingenious ideas."

Saya Takagi pretended not to notice Chidori's underlying meaning. She simply shook hands and said, "Isn't our enrollment an administrative order from the Governor's Office? The school is targeting us like this. What if we went on strike and protested at the Governor's Office? What if the media reported on it that day? We could even, if we wanted to publicize it, escalate the incident from accusing the school of abusing Japanese students to accusing Ashford Academy of defying government policy. Wouldn't that just cause the Britannian Ministry of Education and the school to fight like dogs? And someone would always help us solve our problems."

Takanashi was stunned when she heard this. No wonder her sister always told her that the most vicious woman was a man, and that she should stay away from those pretty women outside. This was a pretty ruthless tactic!

In fact, not only Takanashi, but everyone in the classroom was stunned after hearing this.

After careful consideration, many students felt that Saya Takagi's suggestion sounded quite good.

However, there is a group of people whose facial expressions are somewhat out of place compared to those around them, and they all share a common identity—mercury alloy.

For example, Mr. Seymour was already thinking: if Saya Takagi's plan succeeded, what would be the expression on his side's biggest export-oriented spy, Comrade Clovis,'s face after hearing this news that would give him a headache? But didn't this sister-obsessed governor once set a trap for him with his dead sister-obsessed sister?

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77. Chidori Kaname's Melancholy

Looking at the smug and self-satisfied Takagi Saya before him, Chidori couldn't help but lament what Soichiro was thinking, raising his daughter to be like this.

Indeed, Chidori knew the Takagi Saya family from a very young age, and the reason was their mother. One was the wife of a diplomat, and the other was a former top trader on Wall Street. As two Japanese women, they inevitably had many interactions in social situations.

Even when these two were still young and unmarried, there was a subtle "hostility" among the upper echelons of Brittany, but this so-called hostility was nothing more than rumors spread by lecherous men.

In fact, Chidori's mother and Aunt Yuriko were very close sisters, and the biggest proof of this is that when Japan and Brittany went to war, Chidori's mother returned to Japan with Aunt Yuriko's help.

Furthermore, after her mother passed away, Aunt Yuriko often came to visit her. However, it was precisely because of this that Saya felt somewhat resentful. It wasn't that Saya was resentful about having a part of her mother's love taken away, but rather for other reasons.

Chidori was initially confused, not understanding how she had offended Saya, but when Saya advised her to "rely on others" more during the class discussion, Chidori finally understood.

Why do you always try to rely on your own strength (even though you're struggling so much on your own) instead of helping others? (Why can't you rely on our family more? Your mother and I don't treat you like an outsider.)

This proud and arrogant child is so unwilling to honestly express his worries and concerns. He always resorts to methods that easily offend people, saying things that are easy for others to misunderstand or even dislike, and doing things that are confrontational in order to attract his attention. What a clumsy child!

However, isn't it also foolish of me to stick to my own ideas?

Chidori originally intended to add another label of "naive" to Saya's head, but then she thought about the suggestion Saya had just made...

He's just like a seasoned politician. Could Soichiro really be planning to let his daughter go into politics? This is what Aunt Yuriko inadvertently revealed when she was confiding in her.

Soichiro Takashiro, Saya's father, is the head of the "Patriotism Association," the most powerful right-wing group in the Tokoname district of Tokyo. It is said that the Takashiro family were formerly local daimyo, and after the Meiji Restoration's "Kazoku Edict," they were granted the title of marquis for their actions during the Boshin War, becoming one of the "patrons of the Imperial Family" mentioned by Japan's first prime minister, Hirobumi Ito.

The Takashiro family's loyalty to the former Japanese imperial family was beyond question, but after Japan's fall, Brittany massacred the emperor's family, leaving only one orphaned girl, Kagura, who was said to be under the protection of the six families in Kyoto and whose whereabouts were unknown.

The Takashiro family's loyalty had no object, so Soichiro dedicated his loyalty to the already destroyed country, and the "Patriotism Society" was founded under such circumstances.

On the surface, Soichiro and the six Kyoto families adopted a stance of cooperating with Brittany; in reality, Soichiro had unclear connections with resistance organizations in various regions.

Soichiro was able to survive peacefully simply because, right after the war ended, Brittany needed a local proxy to maintain stability, even if it was just to maintain a semblance of peace and prosperity.

However, as time passed after the war ended, this somewhat restless pawn became dispensable. Feeling the pressure, Takashiro Soichiro had to make another change. He sent his daughter to a Britannian school and planned for her to enter politics. This idea of ​​"changing the world gently and peacefully from within the Britannian Empire" became a good way to deceive the enemy.

However, this means that Saya Takagi, who is now in the spotlight, will inevitably face a lot of "peeping" from Britannia and even her own people in Japan.

Chidori has disliked Saya's father, Soichiro, for a long time. If the reason before was simply because Soichiro's eyes always showed discrimination against her mixed-race identity, then now there must be another reason: Soichiro's arrangements for his daughter Saya's future life.

This is completely treating Saya as a tool to achieve one's own goals, or even a pawn to be discarded, isn't it?

No matter when or under what pretext, it is shameful to deliberately push one's own daughter into a pit of fire; at least, that's what Chidori believes.

In the 13th century, the Chinese Empire was once occupied by the Mongol Empire, and the entire empire was plunged into great panic. Some surrender factions in various places even surrendered without a fight. Even the central government was considering moving the capital to the south before the capital was besieged.

Just then, a famous female poet wrote: "To live, be a hero; to die, a ghost of valor. Even now, I think of Xiang Yu, who refused to cross the Yangtze River."

Upon hearing this, all Chinese people were greatly encouraged. Under the emperor's order, the pro-war minister Wen Tianxiang attacked the Mongol Empire. The Mongol Empire was defeated, and the Chinese Empire seized the opportunity to recover lost territory and launch a full-scale attack on the Mongol Empire, which was forced to migrate westward.

After this battle, the Chinese Empire occupied all of southern Siberia. And the incident of "140,000 men laying down their arms, not a single one of them a true man" never happened again.

Therefore, it's understandable that Kaname Chidori would be very dissatisfied with Takashiro Soichiro's actions, which stemmed from his own incompetence yet led him to sacrifice his daughter.

Chidori didn't know whether Saya was fully aware of her situation. She guessed that her naive younger sister might really think that this would help relieve the pressure on their father, Soichiro.

But she didn't want Saya to really end up like that—walking among lies, being treated as a flower to be picked at will by Brittany, and being seen as a traitor by her own people.

Even though Saya is no longer the innocent little sister who used to surround her and call her "sister" all the time, Chidori doesn't want to see a newspaper article one day reporting her tragic death at the hands of radical Japanese youths, or even be recorded in a book in such a dishonorable way and slowly forgotten.

Aunt Yuriko secretly told him all this, perhaps with the intention of having him pull Saya back from "drowning her own ideals" at the right time.

Because Saya is still a high school student, she still has a chance to turn things around.

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78. Warmly celebrate the successful convening of the 11th District Economic Work Conference

Just as Chidori was about to fall into melancholy, Mr. Simo, who was nearby, was calculating how much he could probably make from this deal.

"Given the governor's wealth, if I help her suppress this matter, one or two hundred million shouldn't be a problem, right?" Mr. Simon thought to himself with a smug satisfaction. Of course, he didn't forget to send the screenshot of Takagi Saya's speech to Kurovice, and Mr. Simon bluntly attached his asking price at the end of the video.

Meanwhile, in the conference room of the Governor's Palace in District 11, the Britannian officials present were all silent and on tenterhooks.

Today, all the heads of departments in District 11 were summoned to attend this year's spring economic work conference to discuss how to achieve the ambitious goals of "ensuring District 11's GDP growth rate remains at 6% and striving for 7%, doubling tax revenue, doubling fiscal expenditure, doubling the income of township and grassroots staff, and doubling and doubling the income of leaders" in the new year.

The atmosphere was tense yet lively, serious yet joyful. Although these goals seemed to present various difficulties, the ministers had full confidence in how their subordinates would rack their brains and rack their brains to create new sources of revenue growth.

Just as they firmly believed that their corruption would not be investigated by the Governor, because the biggest corrupt official in District 11 was none other than Prince Chloeux himself.

Those guys who are in their own country, who are completely subservient to the Second Prince and Prime Minister Schneizel, who dare not utter a word, who have to be careful even when going to a club, and who have to eat in the company canteen, how can they compare to my relaxed and carefree life?

Perhaps in the eyes of the locals, or even His Majesty the Emperor, the Third Prince, with his artistic flair, was too indecisive; they might even believe he could change his clothes, put on high heels, and wear makeup to become a female model. But only they knew that the Third Prince was a true master of making money, despite his usual gentle demeanor, like a napping cat.

But today, this dozing cat has awakened, and its imposing presence has made the heads of various departments present realize with a start: This governor before us is no cat; he is a tiger, no, a lion!

And it was during her period!

Suddenly, His Highness, who had been all smiles, burst into a tirade during the Minister of Labor and Social Security's speech: "You bunch of bastards! Do you all think I'm a sucker? How dare you try to extort me!" (This unfortunate minister just happened to be there when Mr. Seamus sent a video to Clovis to extort money). Immediately afterward, the Governor also berated the Minister of Education, who was sitting opposite him watching the Minister of Labor's humiliation (actually, this was the real target).

The meeting was then forced to adjourn.

Everyone watched with trepidation as the governor covered his eyes with one hand (to conceal himself and others from being spies), while tapping incessantly on the table with the other, seemingly lost in thought.

The rhythmic pounding sound, to the ears of the officials, especially the Minister of Education and the Minister of Labor who were sweating profusely and dared not utter a sound, was tantamount to tolling a death knell, constantly increasing their pressure.