The Youngest Son of a Japanese Conglomerate. 306

Chapter 306 – Episode 35. After the First Inquiry, Two People Reveal Their Identity.

The week passed quickly. There was class preparation and a lot of other things to prepare for. Surprisingly, it was busy even though it was before the semester.

I continued to go to school without students every day for a week. Since the special class building was located far away from the building where the teacher’s office was located, I was not in the teacher’s office, but as the homeroom teacher of the 3rd grade special class, I still greeted the teachers in the teacher’s office.

Because I never knew when I might get involved with teachers from other subjects, it was quite important to make friends. Because we could help each other, even though I am a blonde and tanned guy, I gained the favor of those around me as a kind new teacher.

In addition, we had to understand the geography of St. Francis Girls’ Academy and the locations of major structures such as CCTV. I guess I have to be careful because CCTV shouldn’t be there when I’m doing something stupid.

What was a little strange was that there were not many CCTVs in the school. There were no CCTVs in the gym warehouse, where physical education-related items were stored, which were perfect for doing bad things, or in the back of the school, which was dark. I felt quite scared of this school because it felt like they wouldn’t record it even if something bad happened. From the perspective of the perpetrator or the victim, both seemed reluctant to leave information because it was shameful.

From what I heard from some teachers, there was a story that when a bullying incident occurs, it is resolved between families. Then, if the victim’s family is involved, it must be very difficult, right? When I asked about it, they said that in most cases, the perpetrator just pays medical expenses and alimony and continues to attend school. If I tried not to do that at all, it seemed like the Daigo family, the family of St. Fitzgerald Girls’ Academy, would give me at least some compensation.

“Anyway, why aren’t you giving me the student list? “You need to know who is there in advance.”

I grumbled as I packed my bags. In fact, most of the special classes came for people like Risa Minamoto, who had to repeat a grade because she could not graduate, or because she was not feeling well, or because she was too busy and could not do well in school.

Naturally, from the perspective of a famous family, they would not want it to be known as much as possible that their daughter is attending a special class. Because it could be considered a disgrace to the family. It’s the beginning of the semester, so they probably don’t want to share information with me, who hasn’t officially become their homeroom teacher.

Since there are still many famous people with such old-fashioned ideas, even at St. Francis Girls’ Academy, they said they would give me a list when the semester started, but I couldn’t tell how many students were in the special class or who they were.

However, since school starts today, you will find out when you go to school.

I went out wearing casual clothes that were formal but not the kind of formal a school teacher would wear. I also wore eyeless glasses, so even someone who saw me in a photo wouldn’t be able to recognize me.

The school start time at St. Francis Girls’ Academy is 8:30. Teachers who had to prepare for class had to arrive by 7:30. For me, who used to come to work at around 8:55 while working at the Human Resources Development Center, going to work early became quite difficult.

I have a house a 3-minute walk from St. Francis Girls’ Academy, so I can come here with some ease, but more than half of the teachers live quite far away.

This is because prestigious families bought houses near schools so that their daughters could go to school comfortably, and house prices rose considerably, making it impossible for teachers to buy houses with their salaries. Sometimes, there were people who built huge mansions at a reasonable distance and had people commute to work by limousine, but most students preferred places nearby.

Like me, the teachers from other famous schools who came through recommendations seemed to live close to the school, but there were more ordinary teachers who did not have the money to live close to the school.

“Hello. Mr. Amashiro.”

“Good morning. Mr. Kozaki.”

A security guard greeted me at the entrance, so I greeted him warmly. The security guard was a young man named Koji Kozaki (小崎 弘司), and I had become somewhat friendly with him while visiting the school over the past week. As a person in my 20s, I became friends by talking to people at school where I had no peers.

I have my own duties, so there’s no harm in guarding and becoming friends. After talking with him a few times, I found out that Koji Kozaki was a guard dispatched from Fuji Military, a representative PMC in Shizuoka Prefecture, where Miya City is located.

I heard that Kozaki Koji and several other guards rotate day and night shifts, but I have only seen Kozaki Koji so far. In a little while, the rotation will return and other people will be able to see it.

Instead of going to the central building where the teacher’s office was, I went straight to the secluded building where the special class was located. Perhaps because of the students’ health issues, there was a forest behind the forest and a mountain behind the forest, and I had an ominous feeling that there would be a lot of mosquitoes.

Now, with a body the size of mine, mosquitoes wouldn’t be able to penetrate my skin. Still, I hated it when my students got bitten by mosquitoes. Even though the students have not even seen each other yet, they must have the mindset of a teacher.

I entered the training preparation room with my teacher ID card. When I came in and checked the fax machine, there was a printed piece of paper with today’s schedule and several meeting details written on it.

The school itself was large, so it seemed like it was being delivered via fax to other distant buildings in this way. Faxing, it was a very Japanese thing to do. You could send it via email or line.

When I read the schedule, there was no special schedule, probably because it was the first day of school. In the classroom, not on the playground, we listened to the academy principal’s opening ceremony speech on TV, checked whether the children had properly downloaded the textbook files they would learn for the semester onto their tablets, and introduced each other… And that was the end. It’s easy to schedule.

I familiarized myself with today’s schedule, watched the meeting details, and drank coffee and a sandwich I had brought for breakfast. Well, people in the club are told to join… But is it meaningful to have a club in the last semester of the third year? If you are a third year student, most of you would have already joined the club.

In fact, if there were no major problems at St. St. St. Francis Girls’ Academy, you could advance to St. Francis Girls’ Academy. Francis Girls’ Academy. Francis Girls’ College in Tokyo, so even if you were a third-year test taker, I heard that it was easier than other schools, but you were still a third-year student. If you want to get into a difficult school like Edo University, you will have to study hard.

The rest of the meeting was uneventful. It’s something they always say, like creating a learning atmosphere. I threw the plastic sandwich in the trash can, walked out of the training room, and went into the men’s bathroom, which was narrow compared to the spacious women’s bathroom, and brushed my teeth.

Since it is an all-girls school and there are many female teachers, it is understandable that the men’s bathroom is small. Shouldn’t we make at least two urinals? The men’s restroom and washroom had one sink, one urinal, and one toilet. It seemed like the bathroom was just made for show.

I finished gargling and came out of the bathroom when I bumped into someone.

“Wow!”

“Ah! “I’m sorry.”

When I caught him from falling, I realized he wasn’t a student, but seeing that he was wearing a white gown, I thought he was a school nurse. It’s September, and it’s not too hot, so she’s wearing a sweater and a long skirt underneath her white gown.

Anyway, she’s quite a beauty. As expected from a school nurse (?), Her breasts are also very big …

“Are you by any chance a special class school nurse?”

“Yes, but you…”

A man I hadn’t seen before suddenly appeared and looked at me as if he was quite wary.

“Ah, this is Ryuta Yamashiro, who has been in charge of the special class since the second semester.”

“Well, I see. My name is Kijimoto Jurie (雉本珠理恵).”

Kijimoto Juriera… She was hired as a school nurse for a special class at St. Francis Girls’ Academy, so her skills must be considerable. It wouldn’t be a bad thing to become friends.

“We will be working together for a special class, so please be kind to us.”

“Yes, please take care of me. “I’m sorry I just bumped into you.”

“I didn’t look around properly either. “Instead, since this is my first time at this school, can I ask questions often?”

“If that’s the case…”

After apologizing to each other, we parted ways, with me going to the training preparation room and Kijimoto Jurie going to the nurse’s office. If you have anything to ask, you can ask Kijimoto Jurie nearby.

As I sit in the training preparation room, I hear footsteps. It seemed like several people were entering the classroom. Since it was still around 8 o’clock, he seemed to be a diligent student who goes to school quite early.

Little by little, several people entered the classroom and at 8:30, the end time for school, I got up from my seat.

I opened the door to the training preparation room and the closed classroom door. Since there were a few empty seats, it seemed like everyone had not gone to school. It’s a special class with a lot of problem children.

“Nice to meet you, my name is Ryuta Yamashiro, and I have been the homeroom teacher of the special class since the second semester.”

I stood at the podium and introduced myself to everyone. When I glanced at the teacher’s table, I saw a student list and attendance register.

I glanced at the students. However… There were two familiar faces.

Akina Konoe, the owner of the Demon Eye and the head of the Konoe family, had black hair and a red Demon Eye. She seemed to recognize me and was looking at me with her mouth open and a surprised expression. As expected, people who already knew me could not hide my identity her with a disguise like this.

And Yuka Otagi, a vampire with golden eyes, also recognized me and was sitting there smiling. Why are you smiling? It’s scary.

If you think about it, they are both from famous families and are 20-year-old high school students, so there was a good chance that they would attend a special class at St. Francis Girls’ Academy. It was something I hadn’t even thought of, but I had to figure it out somehow.

The good news is that looking at their reactions now, it seems like they won’t reveal my identity right away.