Of course, he did not change his name.

But of course, it was not because Ormet's earnest persuasion worked for the first time, which made Passage Of One Party realize how much the name "Lilium Melliferae" represented the expectations of his parents, whom he had never met before, and who might have even been faked by the mysterious shop owner who made a deal with his final product.

Similarly, it was definitely not because Xiang Zexiang had called Ohrmatt in the middle of the night and casually said, "I didn't expect him to mind this kind of thing so much. Well, if you think about it carefully, it makes sense. After all, he is a child with a heart that is more fragile than glass."

… If he did not ask Ormet if he had turned on the speakerphone and if his volume could be heard by Passage Of One Party, perhaps Passage Of One Party could reluctantly pretend that he really said it casually.

In the end, a name was nothing more than a code name. As long as one had the power to turn the world upside down, even if one had a ridiculous name like "Lilium Melliferae", no one would dare to ridicule or provoke them.

… So it was not because Ormet was more annoying than an old woman, nor was it because Xiang Zexiang was too clumsy to provoke him. The reason why he did not change his name was because Passage Of One Party did not care what others called him. Whether it was "Lilium Melliferae" or "Passage Of One Party", or any other name, it could not change the fact that he was an ugly monster with darkness living in his heart.

Even though this monster had a body of filth, he still wanted to step into the world of light for someone who might be burned by the overly warm sunlight.

After that, the sloppy bastard never said anything about his name again.

But this made him even more annoyed. It made it seem like he really cared about his name as much as Xiang Zexiang said. He even had to deliberately avoid it.

And yet, he had to spend every day in the same room with this annoying bastard and attend the ideological education class that the teacher himself seemed to be educating him about.

This made the importance of the government-mandated psychological assessment that Passage Of One Party had to pass quickly increase by several magnitudes. Finally, Passage Of One Party took a serious look at it.

After spending two weeks reading psychology books in the library, Passage Of One Party stood in front of Xiang Zexiang with a perfect score. Anyone who knew a little about psychology could say that the owner of this paper was a cheerful and optimistic teenager without any psychological problems. He shoved it into the hands of this sloppy bastard.

"Your mission has been completed. Can you get out of my sight now?"

Passage Of One Party's face didn't look good. Or rather, he didn't have any expression in front of Xiang Zexiang.

"Just by looking at your current appearance, I can tell that you are far from passing. Wait until you have truly washed your heart that has been soaked in the rotten sludge for who knows how many years, and then come back to do this kind of exam paper properly. We'll talk about that again."

Xiangze Xiaotai still looked sleepy. He glanced at the comments at the end of the paper, yawned, and threw the paper into the trash can.

He looked at the white-haired and red-eyed kid in front of him. Dozens of people had dropped out after two years of employment. The teacher, who was secretly called the devil, felt even more tired.

This child was too difficult to deal with. It only took him two weeks to raise his psychological evaluation score, which was almost a zero, to such an extent. If he wanted to, he could use his current psychological knowledge to disguise himself as a mentally normal person.

After two weeks of normal psychology classes, the results were even more dangerous.

"By the way, you still don't know that I am Xiongying's teacher."

"Hah, so what?"

Passage Of One Party's attitude became even worse when he saw that the sloppy bastard was thrown into the trash can.

However, the word Xiongying brought a sense of familiarity to Passage Of One Party.

… It seems to be the school with delicious cafeteria food?

"At Xiongying, it is the teacher's freedom to treat the students. Even if I think that you are a hopeless waste with no potential, I can still expel you." Xiang Zexiang said.

Mercilessly expel students without the potential to become heroes, let them give up the futile pursuit of impossible dreams, save the energy, and change their path as soon as possible.

This was what Aizawa Taiwei had always done as a teacher.

"Then expel me!"

But that was not the same as "expel" the kid.

"But I won't expel you," Xiang Zexiang said slowly after Passage Of One Party's voice. His messy long hair cast a shadow on his face and slowly grinned, "On the contrary, seeing you like this, I can't help but want you to never graduate.

And this kind of thing is also allowed. "

From the first time Xiang Zexiang saw the pair of red eyes like coagulated blood, he knew that he would not give up on Passage Of One Party.

… After all, under the calm skin, what he saw was a desperate and chaotic soul that could collapse at any time.

At that time, the child seemed to have lost something important. He had been crying in his heart. The only thing that connected him to the outside world was the thin kindness of others, and this connection seemed to be broken.

It was like he was saying "please save me."

Whether as a teacher or a hero, it was impossible to turn a blind eye to a child like that.

"… This is not Xiongying, teacher."

Passage Of One Party squeezed out this sentence word by word. The word "teacher" seemed to be ground between his teeth.

The door was slowly pushed open, making a long creaking sound. The one who appeared outside the door was Oermatt, who was wearing an apron and holding a fruit platter. He looked like a bamboo pole, like a housecook.

"Thank you for your hard work, Suzuka, Aideze-kun, do you want some fruit …" Ormet, who happened to come to deliver the fruit, sensed the atmosphere in the room with his keen intuition, and gradually lowered his voice.

[Oh no, what's wrong with this atmosphere?]

Ormet's forehead was covered in cold sweat.

"Then, then, please enjoy."

Ormet stuttered this sentence, quickly put down the fruit platter, left the room, and closed the door in one breath.

[Why do I feel that those two are in danger now?]

Ormet thought as he wiped the sweat off his forehead.

。

The dull and boring daily life flowed slowly like a quiet river. In the end, Aize-Kun let go of the promise of "I'll make sure you never graduate." After torturing each other for four years, Passage Of One Party was able to spend the last year of middle school in an ordinary school.

Because of the procedures, Passage Of One Party started classes a week later than the other students, so the homeroom teacher introduced him as a transfer student.

In the morning class, the homeroom teacher with short blond curly hair and an ordinary appearance walked in and clapped her hands to attract the attention of the students in the class.

"Okay, everyone is looking. Although it's sudden, today we're going to join a new student to spend the next year together. Everyone should get along well."

"Hey, transferring at this time …"

"It can't be a cute girl …"

"I hope it's a handsome guy, the quality of the boys in our class is too low."

"Hey, hey, that's a bit too much, I think I'm good-looking."

The students who had just been promoted to the third grade and had not been overwhelmed by the heavy schoolwork quickly began to whisper excitedly. However, after a boy with a durian hairstyle who had his feet up on the table and was resting with his eyes closed opened his mouth, the voices in the classroom gradually lowered, as if they were afraid of him.

"You guys are so noisy, it doesn't matter what a transfer student looks like, you just have to remember one thing."

Takeshi Takeshi opened his eyes and said arrogantly, "No matter who it is, they can't be better than me, who has been at the top of the list for two years."

"Wow, that's too arrogant, Sheng Ji." The black-haired boy who seemed to have a good relationship with Takeshi Takeshi said with a smile.

"That's right."

"But then again, it's really hard to imagine that someone can be better than Sheng Ji."

"Hey hey, quiet down.

Then please come in and introduce yourself. "The middle-aged homeroom teacher turned his head and motioned to the door.

White hair, red eyes, a cold expression, an exquisite face that did not lose to his idol, because he did not receive the school uniform, he was wearing casual clothes.

Even his self-introduction was as short as an idol drama — —

"Passage Of One Party."

"I always feel like he's not easy to get along with … Although his appearance has far exceeded my expectations."

"His voice gives me goosebumps, his tone is very calm, but I don't know why I always feel like I'm going to be beaten up in the next second."

"Why are you bastard here!"

With a harsh sound of friction, Takeshi Takeshi pushed the table and stood up, his fierce eyes almost emitting sparks.

"Passage Of One Party -kun …" Midaya Dehisa, whose mind went blank when he saw Passage Of One Party, unconsciously muttered.

In contrast to Takeshi Takeshi's fierce reaction, the new transfer student's response could be said to be indifferent.