Tokyo Rebirth: Start From Picking Up Sayu

"The following is the speech of Ka and Kato Yusuke, the candidate for the president, please... please come to the stage."

In the stammering words of the host, the young man slowly walked out from behind the curtain and stood in front of the ceremony stage.

First, he nodded to the host on the side, and then turned his eyes to the audience.

I saw Okita is walking towards the team of his class like a hero, accompanied by stares and applause.

So sorry.

Turning to Yusuke Kato again, the applause turned into a silent boycott.

All kinds of scrutiny and harsh eyes rushed towards him together, and the invisible pressure pressed on his shoulders like a hill.

It was so heavy that it was hard to breathe.

The beast named "Atmosphere" began to show its fangs under human manipulation, and a turbulent current composed of malicious intent wanted to devour everyone.

Unstoppable and unstoppable.

Even if some people obviously feel that this is wrong, after deliberate guidance, most people's values ​​have been distorted.

Those maliciousness began to spread, to increase.

The desire in the heart was wrapped by a sense of justice, and turned into violence in behavior, all pointing to Kato Yusuke.

And the source of this maliciousness is Okita.

Behind the curtain of the stage, Megumi's face was like a blank sheet of paper.

In the second-year team, a pair of dark red eyes became cold.

In the first grade, the clenched fists of the girl with golden ponytails were trembling slightly.

In this kind of situation, which is almost like a thousand people, I saw the young man on the stage slightly raised the corner of his mouth, and a sneer appeared on his face.

As if to retaliate, the young man pulled the microphone closer to himself, and then said directly: "Except for a few, most of the people sitting below today - they are all garbage."

The clear voice came out from the speakers in the venue and entered everyone's ears clearly.

The boy's figure stood upright, like a pine and cypress that would never be broken. Under Jun Yi's appearance, the first sentence he said was Wang Zhai.

Obviously not loud,

But the shaking gym seemed to shake for a while.

Hasumi-sensei covered her mouth in surprise, her round eyes widening.

Nakamura Katsu couldn't help but stand up from his seat, and then quickly sat down again halfway up.

Chongtian, who was walking back, slammed his footsteps, then shook his head disdainfully, and said with a low smile, "Being swept away by anger... at best, is it only to this extent?"

The arena was quiet for a while. immediately--

"Wow—"

There was an uproar in the crowd.

"What's wrong with this man?"

"It's too arrogant to say that we are garbage or something!"

"A mere first grader, quite arrogant."

"poor!"

The students couldn't help but get agitated, and their impression of this person on the stage was extremely bad for a while, and they also agreed with Okita's point of view just now.

Offstage, the area where Class E of the first year is located.

Yamaguchi, who sneaked back from the second-floor stand when no one was paying attention, slammed his elbow into the flank of Takei beside him.

He gritted his teeth and said, "That guy, shouldn't the trash be talking about us?"

The other party looked at him with some dissatisfaction, and replied that he didn't know.

At the same time, the group of students from the upper class next door has become increasingly noisy.

Just when the situation was about to get out of control, Kato Yusuke on stage continued to say: "If you want to say why, because you can't let go of the arrogance and prejudice in your heart."

In the blank space when everyone reacted because of his words, the teenager continued: "Like now, many people feel that they are thinking, but in fact, they are just rearranging their prejudices."

The students couldn't help but startled slightly, and then frowned.

At first, they subconsciously wanted to deny it, but they felt unable to say it when the words came to their mouths. After all, from the very beginning, they looked at this person with tinted glasses.

In this kind of ambivalence, the atmosphere suddenly became quiet.

On the surface it seems calm, but in reality it is undercurrent.

Without giving them a chance to refute, Kato Yusuke continued to speak: "A beam of light enters the tower, and the filth in the tower is revealed, and this beam of light is guilty."

This time, the crowd responded subtly differently.

Some people pondered, some people stunned, and some people frowned more deeply.

But the same is that everyone chose to listen with patience for the time being.

Occasionally, those who tried to stand up and have a theory or two were also firmly fixed on their seats by the atmosphere in the field at this time.

The atmosphere began to change quietly.

In the team of Class D of the second year, the beautiful woman who kept shaking her legs and exuding an icy aura stopped abruptly, her pursed lips slowly relaxed, and there was a feeling that she could not hold the other party in her brows.

The area where the teachers are located.

"Oh?"

The gray-haired old man glanced at the stage in surprise, thinking in his eyes.

In the second row, Katsuya Nakamura asked quietly beside him, "What's wrong? Is there anything wrong with the sentence just now?"

Hasumi Kanoko responded with a chuckle, "It was what Nietzsche said, and Kato-kun took it back to fight back."

After a pause, she then whispered: "Using the words of a philosopher to defend yourself, Kato is quite cunning."

There is a bit of tenderness and playfulness in the tone, which is very lively.

Katsuya Nakamura couldn't help but click his tongue slightly: "If he could spend this time on his studies, he wouldn't have failed the class before."

To say that what is really surprising, it should be the calmness of the young man and the means to reverse the atmosphere.

Even with the elimination, a hidden conflict was eliminated invisibly, and he himself did not lose out in the slightest.

There is a sense of calm atmosphere.

The boy's speech continued.

"Pride and prejudice can make people arrogant and ignorant, and if you can't let them go, you'll never see the truth."

Kato Yusuke continued to speak in a serious tone that seemed to blame a mistake.

"A first-year student can't be the student council president? Put a shackle on yourself in order to cater to others? Dressing up in a rustic way is a sin to be an otaku? By maliciously slandering, ostracizing, isolating and even hurting others to gain inner achievement sense?"

"Can sports clubs be allocated more funds for granted? Cultural clubs are reluctant to throw away even a rocking chair?"

The teenagers weave words one by one.

"Of course, if it can win more honors for the school, this is understandable. But in fact, our school's club has no actual achievements."

The deep voice echoed in the gymnasium, and there was only one voice in the large space.

Many people's breathing became slightly rapid.

After a while, Kato Yusuke continued.

"And those clubs that enjoy such a preference in terms of funding can ignore the gap in strength when it comes to the game, and let those who only know how to be lazy all day play, just because they are seniors."

"Mingming has worked hard for a whole year, but because he can't play, he can only sit on the bench, doing things like cheering, cheering, cheering, and then watching them lose the game, can you still laugh and laugh? "

Even though he was silent, he could still feel that some people's emotions were gradually rising, and they resonated with the young man's words.

Following the momentum, Kato Yusuke continued to pursue.

"Because they are seniors, they can take it as a matter of course to instruct the juniors to run errands."

"Because they are seniors, they can put their own mistakes on others...and, the former student council president who came to find fault, even though he was not good at keeping documents."

"This kind of thing is really ridiculous, but it happens every day, and we."

He stared at the crowd below with piercing eyes, and then said word by word, "How long do you want to let these things last? Or... how long do you want to endure?"

The cadenced voice echoed in their ears, and many people involuntarily looked towards Okita, with some doubts in their eyes.

Okita's face changed.