The S**ttiest Gyaru in the Class Confessed to Me
Shinkawa sensei’s hospital is at the next station.
Ichika and I are here to visit him.
At the hospital entrance, Ichika and I confirmed our plan for the visit.
“Today, we’ll listen to the doctor’s story and cheer him up. Is that okay?”
Ichika nodded and showed me the paper bag she was holding.
“Red dragon fruit from my relatives in Okinawa. Eating this will definitely cheer you up !”
According to Ichika, fresh red dragon fruit is a cut above the wild variety sold in Kanto supermarkets. To be honest, in my mind, dragon fruit is just a slightly sweet cucumber.
Here we are.
We stood in front of the teacher’s room.
Remembering the mess in the bathroom at that time, I felt a little nervous.
I knocked, and a voice came from inside.
“Come in.”
When I entered, it was a regular hospital room, not a solemn one. The teacher was sitting up and looked surprisingly energetic.
“Thank you for coming. I’m sorry about last time. I caused you two some worry.”
“It’s okay. I’ve been helped by you in many ways, like during the retake exam.”
The teacher smiled.
(Good. Maybe he’s feeling a little better.)
“I didn’t have the time to worry about it last time, but are you two dating?”
Ichika and I nodded.
“I see. Aira, you’re lucky. There aren’t many girls as cute and kind as her.”
“I think so too. Oh, when we get married, we’ll invite you too.”
“Got it. I’ll be looking forward to it. Just don’t get pregnant while you’re still in school, okay?”
“Um, we’ll be careful.”
Ichika answered at almost the same time.
“Actually, I want one sooner rather than later♡”
The teacher gave a wry smile.
“As a teacher, I can’t really recommend that. Aira, make sure you take responsibility.”
“Of course ! !”
The teacher looked down.
“Will I still be a teacher then… Oh, sorry. Please sit down.”
The atmosphere suddenly became heavy.
The teacher continued.
“To be honest, I don’t have the confidence to continue being a teacher anymore. I’m scared of the parents and students.”
I wanted to ask about the truth behind the rumors about Ikka and various other things, but it wasn’t the right atmosphere. Would the teacher regain his energy if he returned to his roots?
“By the way, why did you decide to become a teacher?”
“Actually, it was because of a TV drama. The main character was a very passionate teacher, and I wanted to be like him.”
Come on.
That’s a surprisingly shallow reason.
Going back to his roots doesn’t seem to be working.
The teacher scratched his head.
“Haha. Well, that’s probably why I’m in such a mess. I never thought bullying would still exist even as an adult.”
Really.
I wonder what bullying is.
I’ve heard that it’s human nature, so there’s nothing we can do about it. But there’s no way that unreasonable behavior should be excused with reasons like, “I was drunk, so forgive me.” There’s nothing we can do about it.
“Whether it’s instinct or whatever, it’s not okay.”
I’ve been bullied before.
Ichika has also suffered from rumors (probably).
That’s why I was angry.
The teacher seemed a little surprised by my words.
“Aira kun said it’s instinct, but that’s exactly what it is. Bullying is said to be intra-species aggression in the animal kingdom. Even dolphins and seagulls do the same thing. In a group with no fluidity, the survival instinct is strong.”
The choice of words and the intonation.
The teacher seemed more lively than during class.
So I did too.
I wanted to engage in a conversation, even if I didn’t fully understand.
“Does ‘no fluidity’ refer to closed spaces like schools or companies?”
“Correct. In other words, since the number of seats is limited, weaker individuals must be excluded to strengthen the group. Additionally, individuals who are more capable than oneself must also be excluded, as they hinder the preservation of one’s own genes.”
“So, whether strong or weak, anyone can become a target, right?”
“That’s right. From a broader perspective, psychological phenomena like bias can also be used to justify exclusion…”
I felt like I was attending a lecture.
The teacher’s talk was stimulating and exciting.
I’m still in high school, so I don’t understand, but I wonder if lectures at university or graduate school are like this.
Huh?
I realized something about what was just said.
The rumors about Ikka are a form of bullying.
Is Ichika inferior?
No, that’s not it.
From what was just said, she was eliminated because she was superior.
However, Ichika is in the same group as me, the ones who fail exams.
Only a few people know about her natural intelligence.
Indeed, appearance, such as face and figure, can be a source of jealousy. But if the person is a boy, or even a girl who cares about grades, Ichika is a potential threat.
If that’s the case…
“Ichika, were you good at studying in middle school?”
Ichika puffed out her cheeks.
“I’m friends with Sou kun, who also gets failing grades, so I’m not good at it. Sou kun also bullies me…”
“Have you ever taken an IQ test?”
“Actually, I have… My math teacher recommended it when I was in middle school. I didn’t want anyone to know, so I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.”
“Can I ask what your score was?”
“135…”
That’s pretty high, but it’s more average than I thought.
“Are there any imbalances in the breakdown?”
There’s a possibility that certain abilities are exceptionally high.
“Yeah. My mathematical abilities were all perfect, so they said they couldn’t measure them. All they could say was that it was over 160.”
Bingo.
Ichika smiled wryly.
She probably doesn’t like the fact that she’s not ordinary.
I’m asking you something unpleasant. I’m sorry.
“Sensei, how many people have an IQ of 160?”
“Hmm. They say it’s about one in 30,000. But based on what we’ve discussed, it’s possible that it’s even higher.”
“Sensei, if people find out about this, will I no longer be able to be with Sou kun?”
Ichika was on the verge of tears.
The teacher smiled when he saw this.
“It’s okay. It just means you have more options in life. No one will force you to do anything. Besides, all Aira has to do is try his best to catch up with you, right?”
The teacher winked.
Wow, I’m feeling a lot of pressure…
“So, does that mean my middle school classmates might know about my abilities? But it’s personal information, so they probably don’t know.”
Then the teacher said,
“No, but if they’re in the education field, maybe…”
“Ichika. Is there anyone in our class who went to the same middle school?”
“Huh. Kitamura san, but why?”
No way.
Kitamura san seems like the type who’s well-behaved and hates bullying.
The teacher suddenly realized something.
“…The mother who came storming in earlier was actually Kitamura san’s mother.”
The mention of Kitamura…no, Miyabi san’s name was shocking.
But right now, more than that,
I realized something.
The fact that the teacher told me this must mean that he’s planning to quit.
Maigetsu