Standing at the Top of the School

After walking for a while, Rukia suddenly spoke up, "Brother, what did you want to do this morning?"

At this moment, she quickened her pace, and the thought of Misao suddenly fighting back that morning, wrapping his arms around her neck, and then bringing his mouth close to hers made her cheeks feel hot.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I was still half asleep this morning. Did I do anything wrong?"

Misao really doesn't quite remember what he did the moment he woke up.

However, judging from Rukia's way of addressing her, the two seem to be siblings.

"Never mind if you don't remember." Rukia quickened her pace again.

Misao was forced to use race walking speed just to keep up.

More than ten minutes later, the two arrived at the gate of a school.

The sign reads: Karakura Town Gotei First High School.

Misao's mind raced for a moment. Karakura Town was indeed a major location in the real World of the Living within Soul Reaper, and the high school the protagonist attended was indeed called First High School.

But what the hell is Karakura Town Gotei First High School?

As he was lost in thought, he suddenly felt someone tap his shoulder, accompanied by a pleasant voice. "Misao, what brings you so late today?"

As soon as Misao turned around, he saw Rukia blocking his way, gripping a wooden sword with both hands, and glaring fiercely at the person who had spoken. "You shameless woman, stay away from my brother!"

Misao glanced over and saw a blonde, blue-eyed girl with a pink hair tie in her side ponytail, wearing the same sailor uniform as Rukia, and a pink jacket over it, smiling at him.

Misao felt that this person looked familiar. Upon closer inspection, he discovered that the small school uniform concealed a great terror.

His mind raced with analysis.

Retsu Unohana and Rukia Kuchiki live in my house. I don't know why one of them became my older sister and the other my younger sister.

This is Karakura Town Gotei First High School, which is very likely the strange world of Soul Reaper, so the person in front of me must be connected to it.

The blond-haired man with the terrifying ocean trench in his eyes lit up, and he said, "Matsumoto -kun."

"Oh dear, Misao, I've told you so many times, just call me Rangiku." Rangiku Matsumoto stepped forward with a smile, only to have a wooden sword pressed against her chest, causing her to jerk.

Rangiku pushed herself up, making the cleavage even more pronounced, and lowered her head slightly, placing her right hand on her lips. "Isn't this Rukia Tokoyo Tokose? The first-year students aren't in the same building as us. Class is about to start, so hurry up and get into the school."

As she spoke, she used her left hand to push aside the wooden sword, stepped forward, and slammed the deep groove into Rukia's face. She then opened her arms and roughly grabbed and ravaged Rangiku- neechan."

Rukia shoved her away with a sudden burst of strength, then raised her wooden sword and brought it down on Rangiku's neck. "Who's calling you 'older sister'! You bastard!"

"No way, this guy's really going to kill me!" Misao, seeing this, felt a chill and wanted to step forward to stop him.

Suddenly, a figure opened its large hand and grasped the wooden sword; it was none other than Retsu Unohana, who had somehow changed into a tennis outfit.

She simply smiled gently and said reproachfully, "Rukia, the instructor of the kendo club, do you teach me to attack unarmed people?"

Rukia shrank back sharply, muttering, "Sister Retsu, this guy is going too far."

Retsu turned his head and simply smiled at Rangiku Matsumoto.

Rangiku immediately ran into the school in a panic, shouting, "The bell is about to ring!"

Lie then released her grip and said softly, "Go to class quickly." She turned her head to look at her, "You too, Misao, stop attracting so many admirers."

What? I'm attracting attention? Misao didn't refute it and quickly walked towards the school.

His eyes were fixed on Rangiku Matsumoto's back.

From the conversation just now, we know that he and the other person should be in the same grade and in the same teaching building.

Following Rangiku's figure, we turned right and came to the front of a bungalow, which was surrounded by a cement wall.

The entrance sign reads, "Gotei High School, Second Year".

The view is of a huge courtyard. Following the stone-paved path, there are green lawns on both sides and a very tall maple tree.

At the end, we saw a large wooden house with a somewhat antique feel.

Stepping into the house, one is greeted by rows of iron shoe cabinets, creating a somewhat jarring stylistic contrast.

He stepped forward, glanced at the cabinet carefully, and saw that names were written on each one.

Finally, in the fifth seat of the third row, I saw Tokoyo's name tag. I opened it, and inside was a pair of black cloth shoes.

I put the shoes on my feet and went down the corridor. The first room on the left had a sign that read "Class 2-A" on the door, and the one on the right read "Teachers' Room".

"Oh no!" Misao to himself, realizing the situation was dire. He had no idea which class he was in.

So he slowly walked past Class 2A, looking through the corridor windows into the classroom, where almost all the students had arrived.

At first glance, everyone looked familiar, but perhaps due to changes in clothing and appearance, he couldn't immediately match the familiar faces with the people from the world of Soul Reaper in his memory.

He maintained his smile as he slowly passed the window, his smile widening whenever he made eye contact with someone.

Although some members of Group A in the second year seemed to want to say hello, they ultimately held back and remained silent.

Maintaining Misao, they passed by Class B and Class C, and finally arrived at the window of Class F.

As soon as he peeked out, a loud, boisterous voice came from inside. "Good morning, Boss Misao!"

A man with long, red hair and a headband was seen bowing deeply, his hands pressed tightly against his trouser legs.

"This is it!" Misao opened the door and walked in, patting the red-haired man on the shoulder with a smile.

The latter looked up with some surprise, and after seeing the other person's face clearly, finally recognized them.

"Renji, good morning."

"Good morning, good morning, Brother Misao." Renji Abarai was overjoyed, his voice trembling slightly.

Then, tears welled up in his eyes, and he immediately turned to a bald man and a short-haired man beside him, excitedly saying, "Ikkaku, Yumichika, Brother Misao has finally accepted me as his subordinate!"

"Hahaha, your persistence has finally paid off, Renji." The bald man, Ikkaku Madarame, laughed heartily. "It's truly worth it for you to persevere for two years; you've finally achieved your goal."

Yumichika, sitting in Ikkaku at the back, took a comb from his desk, gently combed his hair a couple of times, and said with a smile, "I really envy you for being able to be Tokoyo's little brother."

He looked up, his eyes fixed on him, and said, "Tokoyo, actually, I'd like to be your little brother too."

Misao's brows twitched wildly, completely bewildered, and he could only laugh it off, "We're all classmates, why are you being so formal, calling me 'little brother'?"

Upon hearing this, Yumichika simply sighed softly.

Ding-dong! The bell rang for class, Misao smiled.

He deliberately stood there chatting with Renji Abarai and the others, just to wait for the school bell to ring.

At this point, as long as you find an empty spot, it's yours.

He immediately scanned the classroom. There weren't many students in the class; there were only three rows of seats, five in each row, for a total of fifteen.

After a series of familiar faces flashed before my eyes, I finally found an empty seat.

But Misao couldn't help but curse inwardly.

Who is it? They're not even here for class.

There are two empty seats in the classroom right now, one for him and the other for a student who didn't come to class.

One seat was in the middle, and the other was the second to last seat by the window.

His eyes lit up, and he walked straight to the last seat by the window and sat down.

But at that moment, Yumichika was sitting in front of him, turned around and whispered, "Tokoyo- kun..."

There was doubt in his eyes.

Oops, I'm in the wrong seat!

Misao immediately stood up and whispered, "I was just curious, why didn't this guy come to class?"

As he spoke, he immediately returned to the middle seat, reached inside, and took out all the books, placing them on the table.

Seeing the name Tokoyo Misao written on it, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Ikkaku turned his head and said, "Speaking of which, it seems you don't know..."

"Quiet down, class is starting." A mature voice came from the doorway.

Ikkaku immediately shut up and sat up straight.

A middle-aged man dressed in a suit and wearing a windmill-shaped hairpin walked onto the stage.

Tokoyo Misao recognized him at a glance.

This teacher is none other than Shunsui Kyōraku.

Chapter 227 Standing at the Pinnacle of the School

Class 2-F, homeroom teacher Shunsui Kyōraku glanced around the room, finally smiling as she looked at Tokoyo Misao and spoke:

"Tokoyo, although you were assigned to Class F because you were sick and didn't take the exam, I hope you won't feel wronged because of this."

If I get good grades in next month's placement test, I can go back to Class A.

Of course, I also hope you get along well with your classmates in Class F during this time.

Tokoyo Misao nodded and replied softly, "Understood."

Shunsui Kyōraku wasn't worried; he just made a few routine remarks.

After all, Tokoyo Misao was a prominent figure at the school.

Even in Class F, which is known as the "stupid class," the vast majority of students have great respect for them.

The image of Tokoyo Misao standing on the playground at the beginning of first grade flashed through his mind. He gently shook his head and then said softly:

"For the first class today, everyone can study on their own."

"Oh, you're so lazy, Kyōraku- sensei."

"Yeah, who has a self-study period on the first day of class?"

The students protested.

Misao nodded secretly. Even in the bizarre world of Soul Reaper, the students were still very studious. Indeed, studying was a student's duty.

However, when he looked down at the textbook, the mathematical formulas looked familiar, but when put together, he didn't recognize them at all.

Although I don't know how my grades were before, I'm sure I'll stay in Class F after the placement exam in a month.

There's nothing I can do; after working for so many years, I've long since forgotten everything I learned in school.

Should we start all over again? Tokoyo Misao sighed and flipped through his math textbook haphazardly.

But at that moment, a strange feeling suddenly came over me, as if the textbook in my hand was merging into my body.

What's going on? Could this be...?

He stared wide-eyed at the math textbook, and within just a few minutes, he had completely understood all the knowledge in the textbook and was able to apply it with ease.

Great, there's a cheat!

He laughed excitedly and quickly took out all the remaining textbooks from the drawer, flipping through them one by one.

Meanwhile, Kyōraku- sensei was sitting by the window, leisurely resting with his hands behind his head.

He didn't care at all even if the students below were talking secretly.

In just half an hour, Tokoyo Misao had absorbed and understood all the knowledge in the textbook.

This cheat code is so useful! He looked up and breathed a heavy sigh of relief. Now he wasn't afraid of the class placement exam anymore.

At this moment, Yumichika from the next table spoke up, "Tokoyo, you look so cool studying so diligently. I didn't want to disturb you earlier. But you should have some free time now, right?"

"It's class time now, what do you mean by 'free time'?" Misao shook his head and pulled his phone out of his pocket. "I need to continue studying."

After saying that, he looked down, opened his phone, and started searching for third-grade study books and textbooks.

Upon seeing Tokoyo Misao once again in a state of study, Yumichika silently turned away.

Suddenly, a bright, shiny bald head came into his view.

Ikkaku Madarame's brow twitched violently. "Didn't I tell Tokoyo- kun about Shūhei Hisagi?"

Yumichika shrugged. "But Tokoyo is studying peacefully right now, I can't disturb him."

"Did something happen to Shūhei?" Tokoyo Misao asked softly, leaning forward slightly.

When he was learning on his phone, he found that he could only learn in the normal way through the screen.

A moment later, he actually understood how the phone was made and how it worked.