CHAPTER 8: Suiran Academy
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Suiran is quite big you know and unique.
It’s completely different to the primary school I attended in my old life.
The exterior looked like a European cathedral, befitting a school of long history. There was beautiful stained glass glittering at the entrance.
But inside, everything was completely new. Of course having aircon was standard for every room, but more than that, every classroom had its own humidifier and water dispenser. Floor heating for the winter too.
There was a heated swimming pool, and a tennis court, and a soccer field, and a baseball field, and a concert hall too. Which shocked me first, when I knew.
There's even a mini theatre. Even a planetarium. While I’m at it, they even had a dome-shaped greenhouse and a tea room.
Besides these ones were plenty of other common sense-defying facilities as well.
Though there were a few facilities that were shared between the primary, middle and high school sections, anyway, it was all stuff that overturned my idea of what a “primary school” was like.
The uniform was designed by a famous designer, and is a blazer type uniform, as opposed to the sailor fuku types. For the middle and high school sections, the uniforms are white blazers with purple lobelia flower embroidered lines, and while the girls wear ribbons, the boys have a necktie, which are both indigo for middle school and purple for high school.
Though, primary is quite different. It's a dress in a color of white with purple lobelia in the skirt and slacks.
In the middle and high sections you either choose from bringing your own lunch or buying food at the cafeteria, but in the primary section school lunches are provided.
But the ones who make the lunch aren’t your usual cafeteria obasans; they’re chefs. Star-chefs.
There’s no cafeteria duty for the students either. I mean, the cafeteria has full-time waitresses after all.
And the menu is so luxurious that I’m not even sure it’s okay to call it a school lunch.
Things like vichyssoise or veal terrine are on the menu like it’s totally natural. I think we learn table manners here as well.
Black tea for drinks. If you’d prefer, you can add lemon or milk. By no means would you ever find a kid with a white moustache from gulping down milk.
For dessert we don’t have frozen mikan; we have crêpe suzette.
Just being a member of Regan Lovelias meant that most things were allowed.
But I really wonder about something like that being allowed in an institution that’s supposed to teach its students how to live properly.
Regan members pin a Lobelia badge under the Suiran crest on their uniform.
It’s made from real gems, so it sparkles beautifully.
And at the same time, it functions as a school-wide pass for exemption from the rules.
…Once I considered that… although it was pretty, it felt a little scary too…
Ah, and as for why it’s the ‘Lovelia Society’, apparently in the language of flowers, the lobelia means the “malevolence”. I think the words too evil so they made the word 'lobe' to 'love'. Why don't they just change the flower?
…Honestly, there’s just a lot of things scary about the way they think.
Being a Regan member means the other students look at you in half admiration, and half fear.
And that’s natural. If you start trouble with a Regan student, it’ll be hard for you to keep going to school here.
And their families would also be pressured by the people behind the Regan members, sometimes even harmed.
Basically ‘If you know what’s best for you, don’t get involved with the Regans’.
I also want to follow that rule.
You can recognize a Regan member if:
1.You saw an unusual student with a purple and black cape.
2. In their cape was a lobelia shape in a crown badge.
3. Tying in their cape under the Suiran crest uniform was the badge.
Fu~un. It's really hard to become a Regan member and thankfully, I was used of the heavy cape in my shoulder.
Just why am I explaining this? It's because the start of sixth-grade is here!
And you know what? I'm so unfortunate because Tsuji-sama is my classmate along with Tadashi-sama.
Fuu~wah.
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