Monday, 9am.

Kyoto University, Teaching and Research Building.

There is still a chill of winter in the March wind. Students and professors are coming and going, passing through the glass door at the bottom of the building. Everything seems to be the same as usual, but there is something different. It should be approaching spring.

campus, but still reveals a chilling atmosphere that comes from nowhere.

At the nearby boulevard, Imai studied the scene in front of him, then raised his hand to look at his watch. The time was almost up. He took out a black scarf from his body, slowly tied it on his head, and then turned around

He turned around and looked at the students in the Classical History Teaching and Research Section behind him.

Although these monks and doctoral students already had folded slogans and flags in their hands, as well as other protest tools, they still had a hesitant look on their faces, and they were hesitant to move forward.

"Today's protest is for our university!" Imai emphasized again, "It is not just for our degrees, but for the reputation of our university. It is what we should do as a member of the university.

This is an obligation. Do you understand?"

Imai's hands were shaking.

In fact, he was nervous too.

It was unprecedented for me to break with my mentor.

Once you take this step, there is no possibility of going back.

However, you have to do it yourself.

I have been studying for a doctorate for six years and a monk for two years.

I have gone from a 22-year-old undergraduate to a 30-year-old doctor.

In these eight years, the skills I have mastered are reading, studying, and then writing papers. Kyoto University’s harsh requirements for doctoral graduation are like an extremely strong iron chain that tightly binds me to the ivory tower.

中. Over time, I seemed to have become one with this ivory tower and lost the ability to get out of it.

Is there any possibility of entering the industry?

No.

In Japan, big-name companies prefer freshly graduated college students. It is obvious what will happen to a 30-year-old student like me if he is thrown into the job market. Therefore, the only path left for me is academia.

Along the way, I have been burdened with pressure from family, relatives, and friends. I am a top doctoral student at Kyoto University. I cannot fail, I absolutely cannot fail!

I must successfully obtain a doctorate, join Sendai University, and truly become a part of this ivory tower!

Imai clenched his hands tightly into fists, his nails were almost embedded in his flesh, his teeth were clenched, and the sides of his cheeks bulged.

The students who passed by from time to time looked at the group of people gathered by the boulevard, thinking that it was another university club gathering together. They just glanced at it curiously and paid no attention to it. Some more attentive people felt a little inconsistent.

I feel bad, because the people in this club all have expressions of bitterness and hatred, and they don’t appear to be happy participating in student activities.

These rushing students and university faculty could not imagine that in just a few minutes, for the first time in the history of Kyoto University, students in the teaching and research department would publicly protest against their instructors. In Japan, which places great emphasis on the order of hierarchy, this would happen.

It's an almost unimaginable shocking scene. The night before the storm is always so quiet.

Imai took a step forward.

His shoes tapped lightly on the ground, making a "click, click" sound.

One step, two steps, three steps.

He walked towards the door of the teaching and research building.

Drag the small speaker's roller with your hand and roll it across the ground.

In the open space in the square in front of the teaching and research building, dozens of students wearing black headscarves were seen filing in. Not far away, Fujimura watched this scene with cold eyes, and then he gave a gentle order to his mobile phone. In an instant, the square was filled with people.

More people wearing black headscarves appeared from nowhere. These people wearing black headscarves formed a huge crowd, at least three hundred people, gathered in the open space of the square.

Seeing this scene suddenly, many students who were about to enter the teaching and research building stopped. The surrounding university employees, tourists, and people outside the school also stopped one after another. The security guard not far away saw this.

As soon as he saw it, he immediately picked up the walkie-talkie and rushed towards this place.

More than thirty people in black headscarves unfolded their folded slogans and waved them with all their strength. Suddenly, a huge banner 6 meters long was pulled up. At least four small speakers were placed on it at the same time.

On the ground. At the moment when the speaker was turned on, the popping sound of the eardrum suddenly exploded like a shock wave, causing many bystanders to cover their ears.

The moment the huge banner was raised, there were also a dozen small slogans, and the signs were raised together, like ocean waves. In an instant, there seemed to be drums beating, horns sounding, and a phalanx of warriors forming a uniform formation.

They gathered in front of the majestic teaching and research building.

The crowd of onlookers nearby could not help but be shocked by this momentum and took a few steps back. For a moment, they couldn't help but start talking.

"Is it a protest?"

"Definitely!"

"Oh my God, you actually dare to protest in front of the teaching and research building."

"I don't know how many great professors from the faculties are in this building."

"Since Vice President Takeuchi was re-elected, the protests have been endless."

"Protesting in front of the teaching and research building is tantamount to protesting under the eyes of the university management. I don't know who they are protesting against."

The murmurs of the crowd kept coming.

The cold sunshine shone on the huge 6-meter banner. The biting spring wind blew the banner up. Several black Chinese characters written with a brush on it were clearly visible. They were originally beautiful fonts from the sky, but at this moment they were like

The monster's claws stretched forward, and it read -

"Xiachuan Yoshihiko, you are in vain as a teacher, you mislead your disciples, and you are a disgrace to your moral character!"

Imai held the microphone in his hand, a drop of sweat already flowing down his forehead, and he felt that his throat was tight, as if he was being strangled. However, he had to speak.

There is no turning back!

He took a deep breath, held the microphone harder with both hands, and then said loudly: "All students in the Classical Teaching and Research Section of the Graduate School of Humanities at Kyoto University are here to protest! Associate Professor Shimokawa Yoshihiko has failed to fulfill his duties as a tutor and has neglected to provide guidance.

student. He also bewitched the students and incited the monks and doctoral students under his name to fight against the college. Our students in the Classical Teaching and Research Department are unbearable and just want to continue their studies."

"Today, we gather here to petition the university."

"Request the university to expel Associate Professor Shimokawa!"

The four small speakers suddenly resonated and amplified Imai's words. Those words attacking Shimokawa resounded throughout at least a third of the university campus.

As Imai shouted from the microphone, hundreds of people in black headscarves behind them raised their arms and shouted slogans passionately. The voices of these hundreds of people gathered together, like an overwhelming force, deafening. I could only hear them raising their arms and shouting:

"Down with Professor Sakagawa!"

"End the tyrannical teaching and research office!"

"Down with Professor Sakagawa!"
Chapter completed!