A Few Things About the Discipline Committee Member

Disciplinary Committee

"The weather is growing hotter and hotter, and people are becoming more restless. This is precisely the time when conflicts erupt more frequently. We must stay extra alert during our midday patrols!"

The chairman of the disciplinary committee sternly addressed everyone from the podium.

"Understood."

The committee members responded in unison.

Meanwhile, at the window on the side of the meeting room, Hoshino Mirai leaned casually against the frame, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear as she listened to their superior's speech.

But inwardly, she was feeling rather downcast. Today's patrol route wouldn’t allow her to cross paths with Su Cheng, which meant there was no chance to see how he would react to her presence.

At this thought, Hoshino Mirai couldn't help but sigh quietly.

Her patrol route for today was in the area near the boundary between the middle school division and the high school division.

Soon, the midday meeting ended, and all the committee members dispersed, heading toward their designated patrol areas.

Hoshino Mirai, however, brought along a first-year student who had newly joined the organization, guiding them toward the boundary between the high school and middle school divisions.

Although called a boundary, the two areas were actually separated by a dense forest that appeared particularly serene. It's a place seldom visited, making it an unpopular choice for patrol routes.

"Senior Hoshino, it doesn't seem like people would come to this spot, right? Doing patrols feels just like being a security guard."

The young disciplinary committee member beside her remarked curiously, though with a hint of dissatisfaction.

"No matter the situation, we can't let our guard down. This place has been the frequent battleground for conflicts between middle school and high school students in the past."

Hoshino Mirai answered earnestly, pausing as she reached the edge of the forest.

"Understood!"

The young committee member nodded vigorously, her eyes lit with excitement, as though already envisioning scenarios of intense clashes where they would intervene and safeguard the peace of the academy.

Don't be fooled by the prestigious reputation of Flame City Private Academy. Despite being an elite institution where students are from wealthy families and receive top-tier education, the conflicts here are far from ordinary. In fact, they might be more intense and brutal than anywhere else.

For instance, there are feuds between heirs of rival corporations, disputes among siblings due to inheritance divisions, and even heirs clashing over succession rights—with battles often resembling the plots of television dramas. Then there are stories of lawless individuals and the interactions of influential national forces… Suffice it to say, this campus constantly simmers with bloodshed and ruthless competition.

And resolving these disputes is precisely the responsibility of the disciplinary committee!

Hoshino Mirai was deeply aware of the sacred mission she carried. So, as she led the rookie committee member to this area, she showed not a hint of fear or hesitation. Instead, she emanated an air of excitement, as though declaring her maturity through their joint expedition.

"Remember, we carry a heavy burden in our duties," Hoshino Mirai reminded her young colleague.

"Yes! I understand!" The newcomer nodded fervently and followed Mirai’s footsteps into the forest.

"Rustle—tear—"

Barely had the two stepped into the woods when an unusual noise reached their ears. The next moment, a girl with an aura of intense gloom—a curtain of hair obscuring her eyes and nose—emerged from the dense undergrowth, startling the rookie committee member so much that she nearly let out a piercing scream.

Before the scream could escape her throat, however, a pair of hands swiftly clamped over her mouth, silencing her completely.

Hoshino Mirai used her other hand to pat the back of the frightened girl, offering reassurance, “Don’t be scared, it’s Senior Sister Si from the third year.”

For something like this, Hoshino Mirai was already accustomed to it—after all, dealing with demons (giving demons massages, specifically), she wouldn’t find even a real ghost all that alarming.

“Ugh... hmm…”

Upon hearing this, the disciplinary committee member stopped struggling, nodded to show her understanding, and Hoshino Mirai released her hold.

The committee member gazed at Hoshino Mirai with admiration, her expression seemingly saying, "As expected of Senior Mirai—she doesn’t flinch even in the face of weird situations like this!"

“Senior Sister Si, good afternoon.”

Hoshino Mirai greeted her with a warm smile.

“Hmm.”

The girl addressed as Senior Sister Si only slightly nodded before turning to leave.

As they watched her frail figure fade into the distance, the nearby disciplinary committee member furrowed her brows in thought, not understanding why this senior didn’t bother tidying up her hair.

Instead, it remained a messy jumble, obstructing her view.

“Why does this senior’s hair look so peculiar?”

The committee member wondered aloud.

“It’s said that she once played a game of Go with a renowned Go master. When the master lost, he made excuses, claiming Senior Sister Si’s beauty distracted him so much that he couldn’t concentrate on the game. Because of this, the senior has since kept her hair disheveled, and remains in this state even today.”

Hoshino Mirai explained casually.

“She stopped taking care of herself over something like that?”

The disciplinary committee member widened her eyes, feeling it was utterly absurd—messing up her own appearance just because of that incident?

“Well, it’s just hearsay. You shouldn’t take it too seriously.”

Hoshino Mirai shrugged indifferently; after all, she had little interest in gossip like this.

“But… this senior looks so scary…”

The member muttered while keeping her gaze fixed on the silhouette moving away, her tone betraying a hint of fear.

“Children of conglomerates like her won’t bother you unless you deliberately provoke them. So there’s no need to worry.”

Hoshino Mirai reassured her.

“Oh, right! I almost forgot—her family name is Si!”

The committee member lightly slapped her forehead, showcasing a moment of realization. Then, turning to Hoshino Mirai she asked, “By the way, if any of these wealthy heirs were to get into conflicts, is there anyone at school capable of handling them?”

“In situations like that, the first thing we should do is inform the Student Council. The Student Council President would step in. But those cases are very rare—they hardly ever happen.”

Hoshino Mirai shook her head in response.

“I see.”

The disciplinary committee member nodded in understanding. Although was also from a wealthy family, hers only operated a few supermarket chains. Compared to others at the school, her background was considered relatively modest—her parents were small business owners, and she lacked the influence and connections to rely on.

When it came to the so-called children of conglomerates, these heirs hailed from families with formidable backgrounds and abundant resources. They held power that extended far beyond school grounds, attracting both teachers and students to flock around them like admirers of the elite.

Because of this, such students often have introverted and solitary personalities. Once they erupt, it's often difficult to stop them, especially in the academy, where they are even harder to discipline. They act entirely on their own whims and disregard the school's rules entirely.

Fortunately, as long as you don't provoke them, all will be well.

Before she began high school at this academy, her parents repeatedly warned her with one crucial piece of advice: never anger the children of the affluent families.

"Alright, let's continue our patrol."

Hoshino Mirai nodded and led the disciplinary committee members to leave.

However, just after the two had walked away, she suddenly stopped in her tracks and turned her gaze sharply.

The disciplinary committee member noticed Hoshino Mirai’s expression had become grim and asked in puzzlement, "What is it, Hoshino-senpai?"

"Look."

Hoshino Mirai gestured for her to look at the tree behind them. Following her lead, the member turned her gaze toward it, and through the dense branches, she spotted a person in a middle school uniform talking on the phone.

What was alarming was that his wrist was bleeding profusely. The scene was so gruesome that the disciplinary committee member couldn’t help but cover her mouth in shock.