Tokyo Barrister: Start the law firm bankruptcy

Chapter 340
Monday, 9 am.

Kyoto University, Teaching and Research Building.

In the wind of March, there is still a chill of winter that has not disappeared.Students and professors coming and going, shuttling through the glass doors at the bottom of the building.Everything seemed to be the same as usual, but something was different.It was supposed to be the campus near spring, but there was still a chilling atmosphere that came from nowhere.

At the nearby boulevard, Imai looked at the scene in front of him, and then raised his hand to look at his watch.The time is almost here.He took out a black scarf from his body and slowly tied it on his head, then turned around and looked at the students in the classical history teaching and research section behind him.

Although each of the monks and doctoral students had folded slogans and flags in their hands, as well as other tools for protest, they still had a look of hesitation on their faces, a little hesitant to move forward.

"Today's protest is for our university!" Imai emphasized heavily, "not just for our degree, but for the reputation of our university, which is what we should do as a part of the university. This is an obligation. Do you understand!"

Imai's hands were shaking.

In fact, he was nervous too.

Breaking with one's own mentor is unprecedented.

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

However, you have to do it yourself.

Doctors have been studying for six years, and monks have been studying for two years.

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

During these 8 years, the skills I have mastered are reading, reading, and then writing papers and papers.Kyoto University's harsh doctoral graduation requirements are like an extremely strong iron chain that binds itself firmly in an ivory tower.As time goes by, I seem to be integrated with this ivory tower, and lose the ability to get out of the ivory tower.

Is there any possibility of stepping into the industry?

No.

In Toyo, large-scale companies prefer fresh graduates.It is obvious what will happen to a 30-year-old student like myself who is thrown into the job market.Therefore, the only way left for me is academia.Along the way, I bear the pressure from family, relatives, and friends.I am a PhD student at Kyoto University.Can't fail, absolutely can't fail!

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

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

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 curiously and ignored it.Some more careful people felt a little sense of disobedience, because the people in this club all wore expressions of bitterness and deep hatred, and they couldn't see that they were happy to participate in student activities.

None of these students and university faculty who passed by in a hurry could have imagined that in just a few minutes, the first time in the history of Kyoto University that students in the teaching and research section would publicly protest against their instructors would happen. It was 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 roller of the small stereo with your hand and run over the ground.

In the open space in front of the teaching and research building, dozens of students wearing black headscarves were seen filing in.Not far away, Fujimura watched the scene coldly, and then he gave a soft command to the phone.In an instant, more people wearing black headscarves appeared from nowhere around the square.These people wearing black turbans formed a huge crowd, at least as many as 300 people gathered in the open space of the square.

Suddenly seeing this scene, 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.The security guard not far away, seeing this scene, immediately picked up the walkie-talkie and rushed towards here.

More than 30 people among the black turbans unfolded the folded slogans and flung them vigorously.Suddenly, a huge banner with a length of 6 meters was immediately pulled up.At least four small speakers were placed on the ground at the same time.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 propped up, more than a dozen small slogans and signs were raised together, like ocean waves.In an instant, there seemed to be the sound of war drums and horns, and a phalanx of warriors gathered in front of the majestic teaching and research building.

The crowd of onlookers couldn't help but be overwhelmed by this momentum, and took a few steps back.For a while, they couldn't help talking.

"Is it a protest?"

"Definitely!"

"My God, how dare you protest in front of the teaching and research building."

"I don't know how many great professors of the department 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 noses of the university management. I don't know who they are going to protest."

The crowd whispered and discussed continuously.

The stern sun shines on the huge 6-meter banner.The cold spring wind blew up the banner.The several black Chinese characters written with a brush on it are clearly revealed.It was originally a beautiful font of the sky, but at this moment it stretched forward like a monster's demon claws, and it read——

"Yoshihiko Shimokawa, you are a teacher in vain, you misunderstand your children, you are dishonorable and disgraceful!"

Imai held the microphone in his hand, and a drop of sweat had flowed from his forehead, and he felt his throat tightened, as if being strangled.However, he had to speak.

There is no turning back!
He took a deep breath, gripped the microphone more vigorously with both hands, and then said loudly: "All the students of the Classical Teaching and Research Section of the Graduate School of Humanities, Kyoto University, protest here! Associate Professor Yoshihiko Shimokawa has not fulfilled his supervisor's duties and neglected to guide Students. He also bewitched the students, and incited the monks and doctoral students under his name to fight against the college. The students in our classical teaching and research section can't bear to be disturbed and just want to continue their studies."

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

"I request the university to expel Associate Professor Shimokawa!"

The four small speakers suddenly resonated, amplifying Imai's words.Those words attacking Shimochuan resounded at least one-third of the university campus.

As Imai's microphone yelled, hundreds of people in black turbans behind them raised their arms and shouted slogans passionately.The voices of these hundreds of people gathered together, like overwhelming mountains and seas, deafening, only to hear them raise their arms and shout:

"Down with Associate Professor Shimokawa!"

"End the bossy teaching and research section!"

"Down with Associate Professor Shimokawa!"

"Overthrow the tutor dictatorship!"

(End of this chapter)