The Taming of the Yandere Volume 1 Chapter 18

The Taming of the Yandere Chapter 18: Scapegoats and Good Men

The simple necessities of a story are time, setting, and character; however, plot attributes require an introduction, rising action, climax, falling action, and resolution.

Our previous story satisfied these requirements. It's a full, well-rounded story.

But, after every ending and finale, there are new beginnings, no?

I couldn't envision my fate.

My peaceful revisit to my normal life was short-lived. Our story is far, far from ending.

Unprepared, I was flung to her insanity again.

When I thought that everything was perfectly solved, I placed my priority on my upcoming finals.

The first years' finals served as the final dividend of cla.s.ses. It determined the distribution between science and liberal arts.

Through this test, the original ABCDEF cla.s.ses would be rearranged into science cla.s.ses ABCD, and humanities cla.s.ses AB.

Knowing my own strengths and structures, I decided to strive for sciences.

I hoped that through this test, I would be able to at least reach Cla.s.s B. It's already designated as accelerated, and the schedule would be the same as the elite Cla.s.s A. I've been working hard to reach this goal in the past year.

Usually, humanities cla.s.ses are rather similar, relying on simple memorization and gathered knowledge over time. Cramming before tests don’t always prove to be effective.

Sciences, however, rely heavily on performance in a relatively short time. Besides understanding the concepts, I also have to practice and nurture numerous topics and problems.

In the recent weeks, I've laboriously studied my sciences, picking up everything that I've dropped this year. I haven't touched my humanities cla.s.ses in a while.

The other students weren't dumb, either. Many had the same idea. There were instances where people were studying sciences in humanities' cla.s.s, and had their textbooks confiscated.

The literature teacher sensed this s.h.i.+ft in interests, and was extremely upset. Today during lunch, the whole cla.s.s was to be quizzed on their knowledge of this year's past lessons on ancient literature, or guwen.

But all and all, it's probably just going to be the cla.s.s president picking out a few of the misbehaving students and have them memorize it aloud in front of the cla.s.s.

Our cla.s.s representative — Mo s.h.i.+yu, stood on the podium, sweeping her eyes over the cla.s.s.

She was the same as every other high school girl, wearing the school uniform, a white collared short-sleeve and a black uniform skirt. However, what set her apart from others was the never changing ponytail and a permanent nasty expression with furrowed eyebrows.

Yep, she's been nasty ever since school started. She was always frustrated with the numerous school events, cla.s.s funding, and managing students' school lives. Even the daily homework collection fell on her shoulders.

She dominated the cla.s.sroom with strong leaders.h.i.+p, power, and control. Today, she once again replaced the humanities representative*, and started quizzing people on memorization.

*Schools in China have "subject representatives", where a person who's the strongest in one subject in the whole cla.s.s is selected, to manage odd jobs specific to their subject. Collecting homework, tutoring, grading tests/quizzes for the subject teacher, etc. It's like a teacher a.s.sistant. In China elementary school, I was the English cla.s.s representative