Daily life in Zongman

Fujiwara Haru is at this age. Since escaping the gloomy and depressing environment of his family, he has become increasingly lively and active. He enjoys watching cartoons, believes in light, a better future, and his own uniqueness, and is doing his best to help others.

What's more, the clue of this incident is: bullying, and the location is a primary school on the other side of the town.

Is this school bullying? I won't forget what I promised Uncle Daliang! Fujiwara Haru decides to strike back!

Arrive at the school where the prompt says "go to school", open the map to zoom in on the details, find the classroom location indicated by the red exclamation mark, and open the closed classroom door directly.

Fujiwara Haru saw a boy and a girl in the classroom. The girl was packing her schoolbag and the boy seemed to be the teacher at the podium. He seemed to be looking at the girl just now. The sudden sound of the door opening scared him. He shook his body and turned to look at Fujiwara Haru.

Fujiwara Haru opened the map to check the remaining time and found that the red exclamation mark had disappeared.

"Ok?"

He was a little confused. Wasn't there still fifteen minutes left when he entered the campus? He had only been in the classroom for seven or eight minutes. How come it was suddenly gone?

The girl packed her schoolbag and walked up to him with her head down: "Please move aside."

Fujiwara Haru stepped aside and watched her leave. He had a guess: perhaps because of his arrival, the male teacher in the classroom was frightened and gave up his plan to bully.

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Great! Happy!

Fujiwara Haru was in a good mood and ordered an extra portion of meat for dinner. Taking into account the exploration of the bright spots, his deposit for the day increased by 100 yen.

Early Wednesday morning, the sky was gloomy and it looked like it was going to rain.

With some uneasiness, Fujiwara Haru came to school, washed up in the sink and started class.

Not long after the class started in the morning, rain began to fall outside the window. The rain was not heavy, but it was continuous.

Fujiwara Haru was in a bad mood. He didn't like rain because it was inconvenient to explore the shining spots. At the same time, because of the rain, there were fewer people going out, and there would be fewer shining spots.

His mood was just like the gloomy sky outside the window, melancholy and gloomy. But things improved at lunchtime, because eating was all about happiness. He swiped his finger over the map while eating and noticed the red exclamation mark had reappeared.

Event: Bullying.

A time countdown may occur

02:23

Same place, similar time, same event name.

Fujiwara Haru thought about it for a while and figured it out. It must be that he suddenly appeared yesterday and interrupted the bad guy from doing bad things. However, the bad guy was not punished, so he wanted to do bad things again today!

After finishing his lunch, he ran to the office to find his homeroom teacher: "Teacher Takeuchi, I need to take a leave this afternoon."

Mr. Takeuchi, who was wearing glasses, looked over and asked, "What's the reason today?"

"Go save people."

"Oh, don't lie." He chuckled, then spoke again: "The choir competition this afternoon requires everyone to participate. It concerns the honor of the entire class. If there are fewer people in the class, points will be deducted. Do you want the class to lose points?"

After Mr. Takeuchi finished speaking, he lowered his head to deal with documents and no longer paid attention to Fujiwara Haru who was standing beside him.

Fujiwara Haru didn't like him very much, but the dean said that teachers should be respected. He stood aside and thought for a while, then felt that saving people was more important, so he politely said, "Then I'll skip class. Goodbye, Mr. Takeuchi."

After saying that, he ran away. Anyway, the most serious measure the teacher could take was to call the parents, and he was no longer afraid of that.

Fujiwara Haru's immature values and simple way of thinking make his behavior naive and childish. Perhaps he should have skipped classes without saying anything, or perhaps he should have lied and said something happened at home, which would have made his behavior more smooth and selfish.

But children, with their own uniquely beautiful fantasies about the world, cling to what they believe is "right." Just like the "naive" child who stands straight at the ticket gate, proclaiming he's over 1.2 meters tall, even though his parents asked him to squat.

Fujiwara Haru chose to tell the truth and announced that he would skip classes after failing to get leave. This "childish" behavior is essentially a kind of honesty.

After sneaking out of school, he bought an umbrella for 500 yen, thinking it would be useful if it rained. Walking in the rain with the umbrella, he decided to save money for the next two days and skip the meat. Without income, he could eat for -600 yen a day. If it rained for five consecutive days, he would start to starve.

Fujiwara Haru dislikes rain even more.

In order to save some money, I didn't take the bus like yesterday. When I arrived at the target school, there was not much time left, so Fujiwara Haru ran quickly towards the target point.

This time the exclamation point did not come from the classroom but from an activity room. There was no one around the room. When he reached the door, he heard a cry of surprise: "Ah! Um... Um..."

The sound of sobbing with her hands covering her mouth was so faint and weak that it would be almost inaudible if she was not at the door.

Fujiwara Haru pulled the door, but it didn't respond; it was locked from the inside. However, the noise of the door being pulled was heard by the people inside, and the sounds of struggle and collision became clearer.

Worried that something bad might happen inside, Fujiwara Haru raised her umbrella and knocked on the glass window of the activity room repeatedly. With the sound of bangs, the glass window shattered to the ground, and then she used the umbrella to pry open the tight curtains.

He saw the male teacher from yesterday covering his mouth with one hand and controlling the girl's hands with the other hand, pinning her to the wall so she couldn't move. Hearing the sound, he stiffly turned his head to look at the window, sweating profusely.

Fujiwara Haru didn't know why he did this to the girl. Why would a bad person do such a bad thing? He didn't understand, but he knew how to stop it.

He took a deep breath and shouted, "Murder! Murder! The teacher is killing someone!" He chose to call for help.

In fact, he should have shouted "rape", but Fujiwara Haru, who had never been online and was only ten years old, did not understand physiological knowledge. He was full of ignorance and watched the male teacher forcefully control the girl. He subconsciously thought that he was going to kill her and forgot the key words of bullying suggested by the incident.

When the male teacher heard the scream, he froze completely and lost all strength. The girl took the opportunity to struggle free, and then Fujiwara Haru saw the male teacher rushing towards him with a ferocious look on his face.

"Wow!"

Fujiwara Haru was startled. It was so terrifying. He turned and ran. The male teacher chased him. Then he kept yelling, "Help! Murder! Help! Murder!"

Students and teachers who had not yet left the school saw a boy being chased by his teacher, shouting for help. The farce ended with both of them being stopped and controlled.

Half an hour later, the principal, the dean of studies, and the girl's mother sat together in a conference room.

After initially understanding the situation, the girl's mother was reluctant to continue questioning her daughter and arranged for her to sit outside the meeting room. Fujiwara Haru sat next to her and was about to leave, as he had nothing else to do, but the girl's mother said she wanted to thank her later and treat her to a nice meal.

When he heard about the feast, his legs couldn't move.

Just as Fujiwara Haru was looking around to kill time, he suddenly heard a voice: "Thank you."

Turning around, he saw a girl sitting on the side. She was a little hunched over and had very long hair. Noticing Fujiwara Haru looking over, the girl continued, "Thank you for saving me. My name is Katsura Kotonoha."

"You're welcome. Just treat me to a nice meal later. My name is Fujiwara Haru."

After the words were spoken, silence fell again until the door of the meeting room opened and the girl's mother walked out.

She squatted in front of Gui Yanye and stroked the girl gently: "Don't be afraid, don't worry, mom has taken care of it."

Katsura Yanye, who had a calm expression, suddenly burst into tears. She sobbed and nodded: "Yeah... Mom... I'm so scared..."

Katsura Kotonoha's mother held her in her arms and stroked her head gently.

Fujiwara Haru looked at them for a long moment, then turned to look out the window. Raindrops fell on the window, tracing winding paths and leaving clean scratches. The playground outside the window was empty, with only the continuous rain.

My toes curled up. My shoes were not waterproof and were already wet from running all the way. My trouser legs were sticking to my legs, which was very uncomfortable.

No one cares.

——End of Chapter————

Note ①-Kura Kotonoha: From "School Days", she comes from a wealthy family with good nutrition and developed very early, which led to her being bullied in elementary school and suffering from male phobia.

Note ②-Katsura Manami: From "School Days", Katsura Kotonoha's mother, a strong-willed woman who loves her daughter but is also very strict with her.

15. The Dilemma of Survival

Ten thousand yen, a Fukuzawa Yukichi note. It's not thick or heavy, but it's big.

Fujiwara Haru put his right hand in his pocket, holding it tightly, worried that it would suddenly be blown away and disappear.

Just now while they were having a big meal, Aunt Katsura Manami, Katsura Kotonoha's mother, asked him a lot of questions. He answered some of them and didn't respond to some. When they finally parted, Aunt Katsura thanked him again and gave him a thank-you money of 10,000 yen. She also said that she didn't bring much cash this time and she would thank him formally next time they met.

This was the first time he had so much money. Fujiwara Haru felt like he was walking lightly, and he grew taller and bigger in an instant. His back was straight, and he dared to look up when looking at anything.

His original worry about the continuous rain in the future disappeared in an instant. He now felt that rainy days were quite good. The air was fresh and there were few people on the streets. Everything was pretty good.

Then the next day, Thursday, it rained moderately.

Fujiwara Haru huddled in his cardboard quilt, shivering, with only a thin blanket to keep him warm. At this moment, he felt that he really didn't like rainy days.

Really cold.

Fujiwara Haru's nose itched and he opened his mouth wide: "Ha...ha..."

"Huh!~"

He rubbed his nose, feeling relieved after the sneeze, and wrapped himself in his blanket tighter, wondering whether he should go to school.

In the end, I decided to go because the school has hot water and I can have a cheap and hot meal at noon.

I put on my clothes and took the cold medicine I brought from home. I looked through the instructions, confirmed how much I should take, and took some to school.

Fujiwara Haru's mind was in a daze, and he had no idea of going to the street store to ask for some hot water. After he remembered that there was hot water at school, this was the only idea left in his mind.

Holding an umbrella, he walked all the way to school, swaying a little. He drank a cup of hot water and cold medicine together, and then he lay down on the table to sleep. He vaguely heard his classmates arguing about how they were bound to lose the choir competition yesterday. The voices were unclear and seemed to be from very far away.

During the first class, the teacher woke him up and sent him to the health room, where he was laid up on a bed and received better care. Thanks to the health teacher, Fujiwara Haru's liking for the teacher who was gentle and caring for him increased.

I had hot meals and soup prepared by the teacher at noon, and then lay down until five or six in the afternoon. I felt much better, so I held an umbrella and carefully avoided puddles before returning to the unfinished building to continue sleeping.

It was Friday, the weather was gloomy and it looked like it was going to rain. Fortunately, my cold was gone.

Fujiwara Haru happily spent 800 yen plus 2300 yen on a small cake and a fruit platter at the supermarket, bringing them to school and giving them to the health teacher. The food was delicious, so a bouquet wouldn't be much use. He opted for food, believing that delicious food is the best.

At noon, because I skipped class on Wednesday, Teacher Takeuchi called me to his office and gave me a lecture. My seat was moved back to the last row, and I swapped seats with Nishimiya Shoko and the class monitor Kawai. They sat in the middle of the class.

In the evening, Fujiwara Haru left school early as usual. Today, he was going to buy a quilt. After all, a thick quilt is still necessary. If you have a soft and warm quilt, you won't catch a cold so easily.

3980 yen, 5000 yen, 6600 yen, 8100 yen.

He looked at the price tags in the supermarket and swallowed. It seemed so expensive. Just a quilt would cost so much. On a normal sunny day, he could save about 100 yen a day through the flash points. A cheap quilt...

Fujiwara Haru calculated that under normal circumstances he would have to save money for more than a month to buy a quilt.

He didn't know where to find a quilt, and he had no idea about buying second-hand. For now, he only knew that he could buy what he needed in the supermarket, and now, he was in need of a warm quilt.

I hesitated as I held onto the 6900 yen change I had gotten this morning in my pocket, and finally chose the cheapest quilt. It might not look good, but it must be comfortable, right?

Fujiwara Haru, with some difficulty, brought it back to the unfinished building and rearranged his layout. First, he disassembled the paper quilt and spread the cardboard on the floor. Then, he added a thin layer of magazines and books he had found, and finally, he covered it with a thin blanket. A basic mattress was ready.

He spread the newly bought quilt on top, and then placed a newspaper pillow at one end. Fujiwara Haru crawled in, and the warmth wrapped him up, and he felt a sense of happiness spontaneously.

Life will definitely get better!

The next day, Saturday, snowed heavily. Since the unfinished building had no doors or windows, the wind and snow poured in, sweeping away any light items.

Fujiwara Haru was awakened by the cold wind late at night. He saw darkness in front of him. It was not until the morning when the sun came out that he poked his head out from the corner and saw a mess.

He began to pack his things.

Most of the magazines and bed sheets were lost, and a lot of cardboard flew away. The school uniforms that were piled aside disappeared, leaving only the winter school uniform that was placed under the pillow last night, which survived when he woke up and grabbed it in his hand.

It seemed like all the news was bad, but Fujiwara Haru thought about it and realized that there was actually some good news. For example, the schoolbag was very heavy so it was not blown away, and the money and toiletries inside were still there.

Why is there so much snow in April?

Fujiwara Haru didn't know. He hadn't learned geography yet and didn't know that this was a climate created by the combined effects of topography and latitude. He only remembered that it seemed to have happened a few times in the past few years.

He didn't know how to describe his mood at the moment. He huddled in the corner wrapped in a quilt, watching the wind blow in from the empty window and blow out from the empty window on the other side.

The wind brought snow, taking away most of the accumulation he had made in the past few days.

I opened the map, but there was nothing shiny. Which was normal, given the weather on a Saturday, who would go out?

Fujiwara Haru wrapped the quilt tighter. He felt cold. The cheap quilt was not bad, but its ordinary warmth retention effect was completely unable to withstand the howling cold wind.

After an unspecified amount of time, his stomach rumbled. He was hungry. He put on his remaining winter school uniform under the covers, found an umbrella in the corner, and went outside to eat a bowl of hot rice and soup, which cost him 200 yen.

Maybe rent a house for a day or two?

Fujiwara Haru was reluctant to leave. He didn't know how long the snow would last, and he had 5180 yen left in his savings, which he needed to save for food. As for places like internet cafes, he wasn't allowed in as a minor. Perhaps there were other ways, but his limited experience didn't allow him to find them.

After eating, he returned to the unfinished building and curled up in the corner. Fujiwara Haru hoped that the heavy snow would stop as soon as possible.

Even after the sun went down, the snow still did not stop. The streets were covered with white snow and there were few pedestrians.

Fujiwara Haru was hungry. He knew he should go outside to eat some hot food and drink some hot soup, but he was completely exhausted. He had just recovered from a cold, and his body's resistance was weakening. In the blizzard, even wrapped in a blanket, he still couldn't maintain his body temperature.

Fever, headache, nasal congestion, cold and hunger, all of these were slowly eroding Fujiwara Haru, making him unable to think normally and unable to get up and walk out of this unfinished building.

All he could do was to shrink into the corner as much as possible, wrap himself tightly with the quilt, and then tuck his head into the quilt, trying his best to retain heat.

However, after tucking his head into the quilt, there was not enough fresh air, which put him into a vicious cycle and made him feel even more uncomfortable.

The memory of yesterday emerged in my mind, the scene of Aunt Katsura holding Katsura Yanye, and Katsura Yanye looked very safe.

The memory gradually faded, and he returned to the He Miao Orphanage, where there was a warm house, a caring director, good friends to play with, and seemingly endless cartoons to watch.

Fujiwara Haru fell asleep. It was late at night and snowflakes fell from the sky, painting everything white.

——End of Chapter————

Note ①-Cold: acute rhinitis or upper respiratory tract infection, not the cold in key society.