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Nina looked at Oblivionis, Toyokawa Shoko, and Momoka in front of her, and said to the masked girl who was performing for the first time but whom she did not recognize.

"Um, was I right?"

Rencai asked.

That version of myself who resisted school bullying, fought back, and even saved lives.

Really, am I wrong?

If I'm not wrong.

Why did it turn out like this?

Renza wanted to ask the other person, she wanted to get an answer.

At least, tell yourself why doing good deeds should turn out this way.

Backstage, Tao Xiang leaned against a wall, listening to the other person's story.

Outside the door, the person who had just arrived listened to the quiet inside, to Rencai's story, and lowered his head, remaining silent.

What is right and what is wrong.

The answer is so obvious.

Why, however, remains unclear.

So what is the right path?

Nina looked at the girl in front of her.

If you are a god, please tell me the answer.

Chapter 100 The only thing she couldn't accept was that her father wasn't on her side.

It's incredible.

However, in Japan, the total number of school bullying incidents reaches 52 each year, involving 79% of the country's schools.

At its peak, it reached 224.5 million in a single year.

There are many reasons. One is that Japan has a strong tradition of small groups and communes from top to bottom, and the sense of factionalism has long been ingrained in both adults and children.

There's also indifference, stemming from the visible oppression from above and below the older generation, and the fact that in Japan, it's not a joke but a daily reality: why do people only bother you and not others? It must be because you have a problem.

Even if you report it, it will be suppressed by the homeroom teacher, the grade head, and the principal.

School bullying in Japan cannot be called an accident; it is simply a unique feature of Japan.

Maybe it was just a glance, or even because you asked them to give you living expenses but they didn't, or even because they didn't give you anything at all. It's very simple: your seat is behind theirs, yet you got higher test scores than them. What's even more outrageous is that it was because you glanced at them. Okay, in the end, it all boils down to one thing: they find it fun to bully you.

Look, when everyone works together, pooling all their wisdom and strength in one place, that's what binds us together!

How wonderful it is to have experiences of being happy, laughing, enjoying, thinking, and reflecting with friends.

Their wisdom and strength are used to hurt you; their enjoyment of life and wonderful experiences are used to bully you. And these experiences of doing small bad things together are their shared beautiful memories. Isn't that wonderful?

How happy they are.

You just don't know what's good for you.

As for the bystanders.

If you conform, you will be bullied; if you don't have any problems, you will be bullied.

Everyone sweeps the snow in front of their own door, and don't care about other people's frost.

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As for the story of the celery seed vegetable.

I don't know how to describe this vegetable.

The father was a well-known educator in Kumamoto and even published a book on how to teach children.

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Yes, Nina has always been proud of her father.

When I was little, I heard other children's parents say in surprise, "You are that teacher's child! No wonder you are so obedient and do so well in school!"

When children are young, their parents are their greatest support, and the best praise is also recognition of them and their parents.

His parents looked at him with pride, their eyes filled with admiration for him and the parents behind him.

Rencai is so proud, so confident in her father's greatness.

They also believed in their father's teachings.

In my mother's fairy tales, evil will always be defeated by justice.

My father's admonitions included being a good person, doing good deeds, not harming others, being righteous, kind, and something he would be proud of.

Of all the stories her mother told, Nina's favorite was the one about the little fox buying gloves, and she still remembers it to this day.

The little fox mistakenly reached its paw at a human shopkeeper to buy gloves. Although startled, the shopkeeper still made the transaction amicably when the fox paid with real money. After returning home, the little fox told its mother, "Humans aren't scary at all!"

Yes, it's not a heroic tale or a story of saving others; it's just an ordinary fairy tale.

Then comes the clash between reality and fairy tales.

The herb that lives in a world of light and beauty.

I came into contact with the dark side of campus life.

The bullied student.

The friend beside me spoke indifferently.

It's okay. We were the only ones there at the time, so that's why she was looking at us like that.

She would look at everyone else like that.

So it doesn't matter, you're not the special one.

Chu, that's what my best friend said, that's how she persuaded me.

But, doesn't this mean that the child is hoping that anyone, anything, will come and save her?

I know better than anyone that I'm not special.

However, she was waiting for someone to make a move.

Therefore, I will take action.

Because justice will prevail, and kindness is invincible.

This is what my father taught me, the father I am so proud of who told me.

Moreover.

If none of you will help, then I will step in—I'll be the special one.

It wasn't a special choice made by God, but rather a choice of justice!

Then, as expected, after I stopped the bullying, those bastards came looking for trouble with me.

Discarded shoes, a chair with thumbtacks on it, and textbooks soaked in the rain.

Even the child he had saved came over and spat on him when he was knocked to the ground.

But, it doesn't matter.

Because I believe that justice will prevail.

Because that's what my father told me.

And then.

On one occasion, the bad guys turned out to be weak and powerless. Three against one, I only bumped my head, but I made that guy cry!

That's right, the teacher found out I was bleeding.

They've started contacting the parents.

But it doesn't matter. Once the school finds out, all of you bad guys will pay the price! You'll all have to apologize to me!!

Eh?

why?

What? You call it fighting between two sides? That's a small matter. Let's shake hands and make peace.

It was clearly them.

Well, there's no evidence, but everyone knows that's at least...

No bullying? That kind of thing doesn't happen at our school.

Eh?

But aren't you a teacher, just like your father? Aren't you an educator?

Aren't you a guide who teaches everyone to be righteous and courageous?

why?

Isn't school a place that nurtures beauty? Why?

If you disagree, then contact the parents?

Then let's find it!

Even if you all say I'm wrong and ask me to back down, I won't! Dad will definitely, definitely point out your mistakes! Dad will definitely understand that I'm right and will definitely praise me.

Rencai, you are my pride!

Dad would definitely say that.

and so.

I will stand tall!

Because I did nothing wrong!

Hey, why?

Dad? Father?

What do you mean, "I'll obediently listen and let's shake hands and make peace"?

Don't cause any more trouble.

If we don't pursue the matter further, will we get a guaranteed admission spot?

But even so, they were wrong.

They were wrong! It was them, they hit me, they bullied me!