Monday, 9 a.m.

Kyoto University, teaching and research building.

In the March wind, there is still a chill that has not faded in winter. The students and professors coming and going are shuttled through the glass door at the bottom of the building. Everything seems to be the same as usual, but it is a little different. The campus that should have been approaching spring still reveals a solemn atmosphere that comes from nowhere.

At the tree-lined avenue next to him, Imai looked at the scene in front of him, then raised his hand to look at his watch. The time was almost done. He took out a black scarf belt from his body, slowly tied it to his head, then turned around and looked at the students in the Classical History Teaching and Research Department behind him.

Although these monks and doctoral students were already holding folded slogans and flags, and carrying tools to protest, they still had a hesitant look on their faces and were hesitant.

"Today's protest is for our university!" Imai emphasized heavily, "It is not just for our degree, but for the reputation of our university, and it is an obligation that we should fulfill as a member of the university. Do you understand!"

Imai's hands were trembling.

In fact, he was nervous too.

It is unprecedented to break up with your tutor.

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

However, I had to do it myself.

The doctor has been studying for six years and the monk has been studying for two years.

I have changed from a 22-year-old student to a 30-year-old doctoral student.

During these eight years, the skills I have mastered are reading, reading, and then writing papers. The harsh doctoral graduation requirements of Kyoto University are like an extremely strong iron chain that tied myself firmly into the ivory tower. Over time, I feel like I am integrated with this ivory tower and have lost the ability to walk out of the ivory tower.

Is there any possibility of entering the industry?

No.

In Dongyang, big-hand companies prefer fresh graduates. What will happen if they are 30-year-old students who are thrown into the employment market? It is obvious. Therefore, I only have this path in the academic world. I have been carrying the pressure from my family, relatives and friends along the way. I am a top doctoral student at Kyoto University. I cannot fail, and I must not fail!

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

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

The students passing by from time to time looked at the group of people gathered next to the boulevard, thinking that a university club was gathering together again, but just glanced curiously and ignored them. Some more careful people felt a little incongruous, because the people in this club all looked bitter and hatred, and they could not see that they were happy to participate in student activities.

These students and university teachers who passed by quickly did not expect that in just a few minutes, the first public protest of the tutors in the teaching and research department of Kyoto University was about to happen. In the East, which emphasized the order of hierarchy, this was almost unimaginable impactful scene. On the night before the storm, it was always so quiet.

Imai took a step forward.

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

One step, two steps, three steps.

He walked towards the door of the Education and Research Building.

Drag the roller of the small speaker on your hand and run over the ground.

In the open space of the square in front of the teaching and research building, dozens of students tied with black turbans were seen entering. Fujimura, not far away, looked at the scene coldly, and then he gently ordered to his phone. In an instant, more people tied with black turbans appeared around the square from nowhere. These people tied with black turbans formed a vast area, with at least more than 300 people gathered on the open space in the square.

When I saw this scene suddenly, many students who were about to enter the teaching and research building stopped, and the surrounding university employees, tourists, and people outside the school also stopped. When the security guards not far away saw this scene, they immediately picked up the walkie-talkie and rushed towards this place.

I saw more than 30 people among the black turbans unfolded the folded slogans and swung them hard. Suddenly, a huge banner of 6 meters was immediately pulled up. At least four small speakers were placed on the ground at the same time. The moment the speaker was started, the explosion of the eardrum suddenly "sensation", and suddenly exploded like a shock wave, causing many bystanders to cover their ears.

The moment the huge banner was supported, there were more than a dozen small slogans and signs raised together, lifting up like waves of the ocean. In a blink of an eye, there seemed to be a sound of war drums and a trumpet sound. A warrior array gathered neatly in front of the towering teaching and research building.

The onlookers next to them were shocked by this momentum and took a few steps back. For a moment, they couldn't help but start talking.

“Is it a protest?”

"Sure, sure!"

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

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

“Since the re-election of Vice President Takeuchi, protests have been endless.”

"Protesting in front of the teaching and research building is equivalent to protesting under the noses of the university management. I don't know who they are going to protest."

The crowd whispered and whispered.

The cold sunlight shone on the huge banner of 6 meters. The bitter spring wind blew the banner up. The several black Chinese characters written with a brush on it are undoubtedly revealed. It was originally a beautiful font of the sky, but at this moment it stretched forward like a monster's claw, and it was written on it-

"Yanhiko Shigakawa is a ruthless teacher, misleading his children, and defeating virtue and humiliating his actions!"

Imai held the microphone in his hand, and a drop of sweat had flowed down his forehead. He felt his throat tightening, as if he was strangled. However, he had to speak.

There is no turning back arrow!

He took a deep breath, held the microphone harder with his hands, and then shouted: "All students in the Classical Teaching and Research Department of the Humanities Research Department of Kyoto University are here to protest! Professor Shimohiko Shimokawa did not perform his supervisor duties and neglected to guide students. He also bewitched students and incited monks and doctoral students under his name to fight against the college. The students in our Classical Teaching and Research Department are unbearable and only want to continue their studies."

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

"Request the university to expel Professor Shimokawa Jun!"

The four small speakers suddenly resonated, expanding Imai's words. The words attacking Shigeru Kawa's words rang at least one-third of the university campuses.

As the voice of Imai's microphone was heard, hundreds of black turbans behind him raised their arms and shouted slogans with enthusiasm. The voices of the hundreds of people gathered together, as if they were overwhelming, deafening, and they heard them raising their arms and shouting:

"Down with Professor Kawajun!"

"End the domineering teaching and research department!"

"Down with Professor Kawajun!"
Chapter completed!