Who Scares Whom?

The entire grade gets straight As? That seems like the ultimate goal?

Excellent! But this is precisely the school's greatest victory!

Within the school's established framework, there is someone who can unite four incompatible classes and ensure that all students (including the worst ones) graduate from Class A.

The leadership, organizational skills, wisdom, execution, and terrifying influence he demonstrated far exceeded the potential "destruction" he could personally cause.

He himself became the school's most brilliant "achievement".

As for those "trash" that he forcibly carried away?

The school doesn't care at all.

It's simply providing some temporary seating for a short period of time.

Let them, adorned with the halo of "Advanced Nurturing Class A graduates," smash their heads against the wall, or smash themselves to pieces.

After all, the academic pressure of prestigious universities and the fierce competition of large companies will naturally act like a sieve, ruthlessly eliminating those who cannot keep up.

Those who can keep up will be employed, and those who cannot will be eliminated; this will not damage the school's reputation.

Even the pinnacle of Japan's prestigious universities—the Akamon Clan— the University of Tokyo.

It cannot be guaranteed that all students will be able to keep up with the times.

So what if an Advanced Nurturing High School occasionally produces some substandard products?

Do they really expect this to cause harm to the school?

Too naive!

Only one more step is needed.

Just like how students in Class D can be eliminated before graduation.

After graduation, all that's needed is to optimize the resumes of those Class A graduates (defective products) who couldn't keep up with the university's pace and couldn't meet the business requirements of large companies.

What?

Impossible?

What do you take this shady school, which is 100% rife with corruption, for?

A fair opponent?

They might pull stunts at the beginning, but then they stop doing it later?

In short, it is utterly futile to confront the school within the framework of its established rules!

It's a hopeless situation with no chance of recovery!

Only by going beyond the school's framework can one have a chance of winning.

The simplest, most direct, and most effective way.

Just as he initially envisioned—physical and humane destruction.

Chapter 147, Section 146: Who's scaring whom?

The wind rises.

It carried a damp coolness, brazenly sweeping through the streets and alleys, tossing the loose hair of pedestrians, and wantonly swirling the hems of skirts and clothes, bringing a restless feeling as if a rainstorm was about to break.

The clouds surged.

Thick, leaden-gray clouds were swallowing the sky at a visible speed, completely blocking out the previously dazzling sunlight.

Rain falls.

At first, the rain was sparse, fine as cow's hair, drifting down silently with a tentative lightness.

They landed on the dark-colored umbrella that Tanaka Yukishin had spread out.

It emitted a dull, almost bubble-like sound—plop... drip... plop...

The sound was monotonous and sparse, like a clumsy drummer randomly striking the strings.

At that moment, the crowd on the street was instantly activated and then instantly emptied.

Tanaka Yukishin stood at the crossroads, her world under her umbrella a self-contained realm.

He calmly surveyed his surroundings.

The man next to her covered his head with his palm, while the meticulously made-up woman frantically held her handbag above her head as a makeshift rain cover.

Many more people, regardless of age or gender.

They were all shouting and complaining, rushing quickly towards the eaves of shops on both sides of the street where they could take shelter.

The aroma wafting from the barbecue restaurant, the steaming heat from the ramen shop, the noren (traditional Japanese curtain) at the entrance of the sushi restaurant...

The various scents characteristic of the food street mingled in the humid air.

Then, his gaze fell on a somewhat out-of-place sign—

Love hotel?

The ambiguous heart-shaped pattern outlined by neon lights shimmered alluringly in the dim light.

It stands there proudly among a group of respectable restaurants.

On this street of restaurants where the aroma of food is the main attraction, this Matoba service" stands out conspicuously.

"Shouldn't this be more suitable for a commercial street?"

Tanaka Yukishin slightly, a barely perceptible sense of absurdity passing through her mind.

After thinking about it for a moment, he came up with a reasonably suitable answer.

Perhaps it was to conserve energy before battle, or to replenish stamina promptly afterward?

The rain kept falling.

Tanaka Yukishin held the umbrella steadily with one hand, while casually extending the other hand outside the umbrella.

A few drops of rainwater slid down the umbrella ribs and landed right on the tip of his outstretched index finger.

The glistening water droplets, like tamed sprites, clung steadily to his fingertips, rolling as his fingers danced and swayed, yet stubbornly refusing to drip.

He flipped his fingers, but the water droplets still clung to his skin as if they were his own arms, defying gravity.

Just over ten seconds passed.

The sky seemed to have been ripped open with a huge gash.

The rain intensified.

The fine, hair-like raindrops were instantly replaced by a violent outburst!

Whoa--!!

The torrential rain, like a flood bursting its banks, broke through the constraints of the clouds and poured down with immense force!

The fine drizzle was replaced by a thick, rapid stream of rain, with countless large raindrops pounding down and violently colliding and exploding against the hard ground!

Crack! Puff! Tap!

It burst into countless water droplets of varying sizes, disappearing in an instant.

Rainwater flowed across the ground, instantly transforming the streets into a bustling, white, watery world.

The air was thick with moisture, severely obstructing visibility.

Tanaka Yukishin's eyes narrowed.

The clothes he was wearing weren't expensive, but they were carefully selected and personally put together by his mother, Tanaka Fuko, just before he left the house.

He still remembers his mother's concerned words.

"Xuexin, when visiting a classmate's house, dressing neatly and appropriately is the first impression. This outfit has a clean and simple color scheme, and it makes you look energetic..."

Although he knew that the garment would most likely end up being thrown into the washing machine and rummaged through after he got home that night.

But at least, it must maintain this "neat and proper" demeanor bestowed upon it by its mother until it completes its last visit of the day.

In the private room of Sakura Manor Barbecue Restaurant, he was extremely careful even when eating the yakiniku, precisely controlling the angle at which each slice of meat was turned to avoid any splattering of oil or sauce.

Even the rich aroma of roasted meat was subtly guided and blocked by his mental power, leaving not a trace of it on his clothes.

At this moment, how could we let this sudden downpour ruin my mother's plans?

With a slight thought, a vast and boundless spiritual power surged forth from between his brows!

It did not manifest any shocking or extraordinary form, but instead transformed into an extremely delicate, invisible, and intangible thin veil, gently and tightly wrapping his entire body.

The raindrops were gently but firmly deflected and slid off less than a centimeter from the surface of his clothes by a soft yet absolute force.

It was as if an invisible barrier existed around his body.

The area under the umbrella remained dry, not even a speck of moisture on the cuffs of the trousers.

The rain poured down, and the air was thick with moisture.

Tanaka Yukishin alone, holding an umbrella.

Like a celestial being detached from the world, it stands quietly at the entrance of the empty street.

There was no one in sight, and all I could hear was the sound of raindrops falling to the ground.

This is the only background sound at this moment, monotonous yet powerful.

"How... boring."

He murmured to himself, his clear eyes gazing into the depths of the white curtain of rain, a hint of indescribable loneliness in them, "At times like this, it would be nice to have some fun."

Just as he was feeling bored, he caught a glimpse of a taxi with its "vacant" red light on at the street corner, slowly approaching like a boat on land.

Its speed was well controlled, noticeably slowing down as it approached the intersection and waited for Tanaka Yukishin.

The wheels carefully drove over the puddles, avoiding splashing rainwater onto the passengers.

"He's a very attentive driver."

Tian Yiqi Liu Yingshan Er II Zhong Xuexin silently praised the other party's professionalism.

The taxi came to a smooth stop in front of him.

The car window was rolled down a tiny crack.

"Hey buddy! Need a ride?"

The driver shouted at the top of his lungs.

Raindrops kept sliding down the car window, the dense sound of water flowing, the sound of raindrops, the screeching of the windshield wipers swinging wildly, and the deep roar of the car engine all mixed together.

To drown out the driver's voice.

But Tanaka Yukishin's senses were far superior to those of ordinary people, so she naturally heard everything clearly.

He nodded, said nothing, reached out and opened the car door, deftly folded his umbrella, and climbed into the back seat.

A smell mixed with the scents of leather, air conditioning, and a faint disinfectant wafted towards me.

Meanwhile, in the control room of the "Human Observation" program in a television station building in Tokyo Metropolis.

"YES! We've finally waited for this!"

"Thank God! This rain came just in time!"

"Quickly! All cameras ready! Audio confirmed!"

The control room, which was originally filled with anxiety and frustration, was instantly replaced by huge cheers and excitement!

Director Takakura Sho excitedly waved his fist, almost jumping up.

Heaven have mercy!

Their meticulously planned special project, "The Taxi Has a Ghost," has been in preparation for almost a month, and with the broadcast scheduled for next week, they still haven't managed to capture the ideal footage!

The planned recording locations were all unsuccessful, and the actors and directors were nearly driven to desperation.

The core of the project is simple, yet it tests the actors' skills and their ability to perform on the spot.

During the drive, the driver (played by Kotake Tatsunori) begins to engage in seemingly ordinary small talk with the passengers.

At a certain point in the conversation, the driver might suddenly say, "Hey? Don't you feel... it's getting colder in the car?" At the same time, he might exhibit physiological reactions such as shivering and goosebumps.

The key point is that in the passenger seat, there is an actress (played by Mizuguchi Airi) who is meticulously dressed as a "female ghost"!