Real teaching, but diary flow

In short, I'm very happy.

"What will I write tomorrow..." Shiina Hiyori hummed a cheerful tune as her fingertips gently caressed the pages.

Although it was a shameless request, and although the message I wrote seemed like an unconscious act of reaching out to the other party for 'spoilers'.

But in any case, the result was good.

This is enough.

"Swish—" Her fingertips rubbed back and forth on the paper, and unexpectedly, she noticed that there seemed to be new pages appearing beneath this one.

The girl's small hands picked up the page and gently turned it.

Then, other people's comments appeared before her eyes, familiar names appeared in the comments, and responses to the comments were also displayed in front of her.

Please wait a moment, I'll be right there.

Shiina Hiyori: "...Hmm?"

......

"Your message has received a reply. Please check it promptly."

Not long after writing the message, Kikyo Kushida was about to go to sleep, since it was Sunday.

It doesn't matter whether it's Monday to Saturday, as long as the schedule is arranged well. Whether you sleep with someone like an octopus or just drift off to sleep in a sticky, cozy way, it doesn't matter.

But Sunday is, after all, the end of one week and the beginning of another.

With the idea of ​​resetting her mindset, Kikyo Kushida deliberately gave up the opportunity to unleash her possessiveness.

Although she had long developed a physical and emotional dependence, her reason told her that it was best to maintain a certain distance.

Only a brief separation followed by reattachment can create the joy of a 'long-awaited reunion'.

Only by maintaining a certain distance can one view the relationship between oneself and others more objectively.

Only in this way could she be more certain that the feelings in her heart were not simply due to love growing over time.

"...So fast." Not long after writing the message, Kikyo Kushida planned to wait until tomorrow to see if this guy had responded, but she didn't expect that a reply would come so soon after she put away her diary.

And this reply...

"Coming right away?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the clock struck midnight, and the 'second day' arrived silently.

And so, the pages flew everywhere.

"Splash splash splash—"

I arrived as promised.

Do you like the diary with a two-hit normal attack?

Good evening, or good morning.

Don't worry about waking up your sleeping baby. I just asked, and the sleeping baby won't remind you that I've updated. It will thoughtfully wait until tomorrow morning to wake you up.

Just pretend I'm whispering in your ear to wake you up!

"Good morning, sweetie. The sun's shining on your bottom, time to get up!"

Gentle, considerate, and magnetic!

Just as I said at the beginning, and as promised, I make my grand entrance!

More life, more emotions, more knowledge—

This incredibly powerful module is available at a limited-time special offer—it's free!

In layman's terms, I'm adding an extra chapter.

Do you all still remember me when we reminisce about the old days?

Back then, we didn't know each other. You played at your house, and I played at mine.

I really miss the days when we didn't know each other.

Unfortunately, once you enter advanced training, all you do is attend classes or take special exams.

Speaking of which, some people seem curious about why the Recorder Guy and the Archangel were assigned to Class B?

Well, I'm not from a school, so I'm not really sure.

However, I can still offer some analysis for your reference.

Aside from Class A, it's not impossible for that guy with the recording pen to be assigned to any class. It would be normal for him to be assigned to Class D for the same reason as Beautiful Girl, reasonable for him to be assigned to Class C for the same reason as Miss NPC, and acceptable for him to be assigned to Class B for the same reason as Archangel.

Ultimately, isn't the allocation of classes by schools based on their own arbitrary judgments?

There is supposedly a set of standards, but in reality, how to interpret these standards depends on the individual's interpretation.

So don't complain, it's useless. They even dared to throw Meili Ge into Class D, so they don't care if you have any complaints about the class you're in.

As for the reason why the archangel was assigned to Class B.

Honestly, it's not that I'm trying to be a conspiracy theorist, nor that I'm trying to abduct the little princess, but the fact that the archangel, who has no obvious flaws inside or out, wasn't assigned to Class A really only makes me think of the chairman's powerful influence.

It can't really be because the archangel was arrested once, can it?

There was no crime committed; it was just a matter of cooperating with a statement and then being released. It may be a bit abstract, but it's really not a flaw, is it?

Therefore, it can still be said that the school has the full right to interpret its own decisions.

Let alone moving the little princess to Class A, demoting the archangel to Class B, or sending the beautiful guy to Class D.

The school must have its reasons for putting Mr. Yamauchi into Class A.

Don't worry about such a small thing.

Instead of figuring out how the school divides classes and what flaws the students in the lower classes might have, why not grab a voice recorder and join this arms race?

Seize every sore spot in what others say!

woohoo-

By the way, I did some self-reflection and decided to rekindle my original aspirations.

In other words, I will occasionally publish some 'information that can be made public at this stage' in my diary.

This information might be about someone's dark past, their family background and personality traits, an introduction to a special exam, or a brief introduction to a facility or organization.

In short, it's entirely up to my personal opinion and my own arbitrary judgment to determine which information is 'publicly available'.

......

'Information that can be disclosed at this stage'

Honami Ichinose, nicknamed the Archangel, possesses a broad mind, an all-encompassing temperament, and an inherently lovable nature; she is so perfect that she seems abnormal.

Surprisingly, she was quite normal for not being assigned to Class D.

Thanks to her, Class 1B quickly developed a strangely friendly and harmonious atmosphere within a month of enrollment, which seemed unlike anything in advanced education.

To put it bluntly, this is not very beneficial for class competition. If it weren't for certain people, the class would probably drop in rankings after just a few exams.

But there was no 'if'.

She comes from a single-parent family and has a younger sister named Ichinose Motoyo—cough cough, no, that's not it.

There was a well-behaved, sensible, and hardworking prison girl.

It is true that the more obedient and sensible a child is, the less they know how to relieve their inner pressure, and the more likely they are to have a complete outburst over seemingly ordinary little things.

Measurements... oh, that's a secret.

But she's definitely above average; aside from a certain idol, probably no one can beat her.

What? You're asking me who my idol is?

you guess?】

"...What are you guessing for? It's just Sakura Airi, isn't it?" Kikyo Kushida pouted.

The standards of this little gravure idol are the most powerful she has ever seen in her life. Ichinose is already proud enough to be ranked as the best below them.

"I really don't know what these guys ate to grow up like this."

Looking down at her own size, which actually wasn't small at all, Kikyo Kushida muttered to herself.

This level of difference can perhaps only be described as a matter of 'talent'.

but......

"They didn't say anything at all." Kikyo Kushida looked up and showed a very dissatisfied expression.

She wrote the message, and he replied.

She had been reading this diary with great anticipation.

She had originally hoped to find the answers she was looking for in this diary entry.

......result.

"Isn't this completely missing the point?!" Kikyo Kushida exclaimed.

She wanted to see Asakusa Tetsu, but the diary mistakenly thought she wanted to see Ichinose.

The result was that Asakusa Toru was only briefly mentioned, while Ichinose was described in great detail.

Yes, I did write 'Toru Asakusa and Honami Ichinose', but the emphasis is at the beginning!

Kikyo Kushida never expected that her little selfish motive—that she deliberately included Ichinose Honami to draw more attention to the latter—would become a stumbling block to her true purpose.

As expected, I... dislike Honami Ichinose.

she thinks.

......

"Pfft-"

Unable to hold back, Hiyori Shiina burst out laughing.

The words, delivered as promised, filled the girl with joy, and the familiar, cheerful tone that followed made her even happier.

Happily, Ms. Shiina Hiyori flipped through her diary.

'You play at your house, I play at my house.'

Upon seeing these words, she paused, a moment of doubt flashing through her mind.

Did I have playmates like that when I was a child?

But the next moment, she realized that the sentence actually meant that she and the other person were complete strangers.

Then, Hiyori Shiina burst out laughing.

Hehe~

She still really liked this kind of diary.

The brushstrokes swept away the dullness accumulated in the ordinary daily life, making people feel as if they were bathed in a spring breeze.

It is casual, and also somewhat carefree.

Others' stories are interwoven into his words, sketching out the lines between reality and illusion, where the boundaries of reality and illusion intersect.

I love so much.

Chapter 179 You should just do it yourself.

"..."

For some reason, the morning sunlight was particularly glaring today.

The light shining through the gap in the curtains shone directly onto his eyelids, causing Sakayanagi Arisu to squint.

In her hands, the familiar diary was open.

That's right, she had just casually flipped through her diary last night before going to sleep, and this morning she was finally able to read this almost seamless diary entry, written in the early hours of the morning.

She first relaxed her brows for a moment, but then frowned again.

It wasn't because of the sunshine, but because of what was written above.