Saki's worries were not unfounded.
Before the morning eight-minute class was over, a teacher from the affairs department came over and called Itsuki out.
In Japanese schools, there is no such thing as a counselor.
The corresponding authority is assumed by teachers in the school affairs department.
"Fujii Itsuki, please come out for a moment. The rest of you can continue with their classes."
Seeing him standing up from his seat, Saki raised her hand and said, "Teacher, I was there yesterday too."
Hearing this, the office teacher looked at her in surprise and said, "In that case, then Ogihara-san, come over as well."
As the two walked out, the classroom was instantly filled with noise.
The students were talking about it.
"When did Ogiwara get together with Fujii?"
"Didn't you see that they walked into the classroom next to each other this morning?"
"Do you think Fujii will be punished by the school?"
"I don't know. I heard that he sent many people to the hospital."
In the corridor outside the classroom, a middle-aged bald teacher in his forties first asked Itsuki about the situation.
"Fuji-san, were you the one who got into a fight at the school gate yesterday afternoon?"
"Yes, it's me."
After receiving his affirmative answer, the teacher from the Affairs Department sighed softly: "You were too harsh. Many people are still lying in the hospital now."
"If they weren't lying in the hospital, I would be the one lying there."
"Hey...Fujii-san, you need to explain to the teacher first, what exactly is the reason for the fight?"
"It's Chiba-senpai." Ogihara Saki said weakly.
"We accidentally offended Senior Chiba a few days ago, so she brought a group of delinquents to trouble us. Fujii-kun had no choice but to fight back."
The teacher from the affairs department shook his head. "But the parents of those students have already flocked to the principal's office to ask for an explanation."
"Fuji-san, be humble in front of the principal and firmly establish your identity as the victim."
After all, he was a student in his class, he knew him well, and the teacher from the affairs department knew a little about Itsuki's usually gentle personality, so he spoke up and gave him a few reminders.
"Yeah, I understand." He nodded without changing his expression.
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The principal's office was as noisy as a vegetable market.
A woman's roar could be heard from a long distance away.
"Where is that little bastard who dared to hit my son? Are you trying to protect him?"
Then a man's voice followed: "My wife is right. Where is the culprit? Hurry and hand him over, or we will call the police."
"Please calm down, both of you." Upon seeing this, a teacher stepped forward with a wry smile to comfort them, but was sprayed in the face with saliva instead.
"Why do I have to be calm? It's not your son whose leg was broken."
In such a tense environment, Itsuki walked into the principal's office.
As soon as he entered the door, more than a dozen pairs of eyes cast their gazes at him, as if they were performing a staring ritual at a prisoner hanging on the gallows in the Middle Ages.
If looks could kill, he would have died a thousand and eight hundred times.
Looking at those ferocious-looking parents, Saki subconsciously shrank her head.
On the other hand, Itsuki's expression remained unchanged.
Almost everyone in the office was present, except for some delinquents. Chiba Shinoko, Matsui Aoi, and Onodera Rei were also present.
"He is Fujii Itsuki?"
A middle-aged woman with red mushroom-dyed hair, a mean face, a short stature, and who looked like the big red mushroom from "Plants vs. Zombies" glared at him.
The short, middle-aged man next to him had the same angry expression.
Seeing that no one answered in the principal's office, the middle-aged woman looked a little embarrassed.
So she raised her arm indiscriminately and slapped Itsuki on the cheek.
"So it was you, little bastard, who beat up my son!"
"Hey, Mrs. Takahashi, please calm down." Fortunately, the head teacher was right next to Itsuki, and she quickly stopped the furious woman.
"Mrs. Takahashi, please calm down."
"Violence can't solve the problem, especially since the principal is here."
"The child is here; let's listen to his explanation first."
"Explanation? What's there to explain?" The red-haired middle-aged woman interrupted the head teacher rudely and said in a scathing voice, "My child is still lying in the hospital!"
"Why not wait until I break his legs before listening to his explanation?"
Upon hearing this, other parents also responded.
"Yes, my child's shoulder is covered with bruises, and a big lump has formed."
"My son was also injured. His arm is almost broken. How can he work in the future?"
"He's so young but has such violent tendencies. I don't know what his family taught him. We should call the police and put him in a juvenile detention center."
Those parents were all indignant, but they tried to avoid the main issue, as if their sons were the biggest victims, and never mentioned the bullying behavior of the bad boys.
"Okay, everyone, please be quiet."
The principal was a woman in her forties with a serious face and sharp eyes. She was sitting at her desk with her hands crossed.
As soon as she spoke, the scene fell into silence.
But the group of parents still looked indignant, as if they would not leave the school today unless they were given a reasonable explanation.
The principal turned to look at the middle-aged man in front of Itsuki and asked, "Ota-sensei, have Itsuki's parents not arrived yet?"
Ota-sensei, the teacher in the administrative department, bowed slightly and explained, "Principal, Fujii is an orphan, and his parents are both dead."
Hearing this, everyone present had different expressions.
Itsuki frowned slightly.
It's true that his biological parents have all passed away, but that doesn't mean he has no guardian, right?
Didn't the school notify Eiko?
Saki looked at Fujii Itsuki with worried eyes.
"Fujii-kun, are you an orphan?"
She unconsciously imagined a stubborn and strong boy in her mind who took on the pressure after his parents passed away and raised his younger sister alone.
Because he had no parental protection and had a younger sister to take care of, he had to endure the bullying at school.
He dared not speak out when he was bullied and silently swallowed his grievances and tears.
"It turns out to be a wild dog with no one to take care of it. No wonder it bit my son when it saw him." The red-haired middle-aged woman's face was full of sarcasm.
"That's enough, Mrs. Takahashi!"
The headmistress glanced at her unhappily, then turned her gaze to Fujii Itsuki: "Fuji-san, tell me what's going on."
After hearing what the principal said, he said calmly, "Principal, after class yesterday afternoon, I was carrying my school bag and preparing to go home as usual. When I arrived at the school gate, Senior Chiba Shinoko suddenly rushed towards me with a few classmates."
"They were all ferocious, holding baseball bats and steel pipes. I fought with them to protect myself."
"You're talking nonsense!" The red-haired middle-aged woman immediately refuted, shouting, "My son is such an honest person; how could he go to the school gate with a baseball bat to block people?"
"You must have done something to him, you little bastard. He was so angry that he came to you to argue, but you broke his leg instead."