Temple and special horse racing skills

If teachers in kindergartens and primary schools could conduct joint investigations on the backgrounds of students' parents, they would probably find out earlier that the parents of the students in the Zen Academy are not easy-going lamps.

Of course, even if he didn't notice it at first, after calling his parents once, it's hard not to be deeply impressed by Mr. Shi Er of the Zen Academy.

To put it bluntly, he doesn't have many expectations for his children—referring to expectations in the usual sense: such as excellent grades, being good at socializing; or being optimistic, cheerful, hardworking and down-to-earth.This parent has no requirements at all in these aspects, as if the school is a company, and his son is working here. If the father and son are not so similar in appearance, as if carved out of a mold, it will make people doubt the child Whether it is his own.

"But it's never right to fight..."

"It's fine if we can win."

"Hey?"

"If he loses one day, please contact me again."

Shi Er put a little finger into his ear, showing a very impatient look: "Isn't it okay for them to solve the matter between the little devils?"

——When Xiaohui pushed open the door of the faculty office, what she saw was such a scene.

Although he fights, does not get along well with his classmates, and is not a good student in the standard sense, he is not able to watch his father doing badly in school.The boy, who was already more mature than his biological age, walked up to the teacher and lowered his head seriously: "I will pay attention next time."

Shi Er is still fighting: "Pay attention to what? Don't be discovered by these people?"

"...You should say a few words less!"

Enter the scene of father's kindness and son's filial piety again.

In short, although the father and son were not very cooperative, they still received a round of criticism and education. Xiaohui was ordered not to fight outside the school casually, and became the focus of the teacher's supervision.

But if you think about it carefully, you will feel that this matter is very wrong: the student who bullied others was not punished, and the student who was extorted money seemed transparent in the whole incident, but Xiaohui who took the initiative to intervene was criticized, although This criticism also appears to be innocuous.

On the way home, even the head of the sea urchin stretched out in all directions showed visible depression.

Shi Er walked aside, looking very indifferent.

It's normal for children to be in a bad mood occasionally.

His own childhood situation was much worse than this kid.

It's enough to eat and clothe warmly, and it seems unnecessary to meddle in other people's business.

...But this kind of "nosy" character may also be inherited from that person.

"Where did you fight them?"

Shi Er didn't stop, but suddenly spoke.

"Under the nearby bridge hole."

Although Xiaohui didn't understand why the other party asked such a question, she answered honestly: "It is said that they often blackmail the students who are leaving school along the way."

Shi Er followed the other party's line of sight and saw that there was indeed a small space under the bridge. Judging from his point of view, it was very suitable for homeless people to live in, to breed spells, and of course - also suitable for unscrupulous students to extort money.

"Leave this to me."

He said confidently.

Xiaohui seemed skeptical. According to his life experience so far, he was skeptical about everything that required even his own brains, but both of them also felt that this matter should not continue to be fermented, and it was best to keep it closed. Between father and son—for some secret reason, he didn't want his mother to know about it.

Although, if you tell Ah Jing about this matter, the other party will surely come up with a relatively reasonable solution-this is the case for most family issues so far, as big as how to change the account information for Jin Meiji , as small as where to buy vegetables and fruits are good and cheap, she can make the most correct choice.

But he still didn't want to talk about it.

At least make an effort on your own first.

He vaguely felt that this was something that he had to find the right way by himself.

"In my personal judgment—"

Shi Er dragged his tone, reached out and touched his head: "Well played."

"No matter what others say, as long as you don't regret it when you do it, that's fine."

Although he boasted about Haikou in front of his own son, it would still be more or less troublesome to implement it in practice.

On the first day of staying near the bridge hole, Shi Er regretted it a bit.

——The time wasted is enough to cook a pot of water at home. If I knew it earlier, I would have ignored that kid. Anyway, magicians will naturally fight more when they grow up. This routine is nothing at all.

But thinking of the little kid's disappointed expression on the day after school, Shi Er still dialed another phone number with a stinking face—there is indeed a person in his social circle who is very good at solving this kind of problem.

The person who answered the phone was Aaron.

In the past few years, he and Meijiu finally had their own child, who was just as Ah Jing had predicted at the beginning, a very lovely daughter.

"Hello... Shier? It's so rare that you have something you want me to help with."

"Huh? Someone is making trouble around here?"

"Robbing elementary school students? How lawless—"

"You are right! It is indeed time to teach them some lessons!"

Aaron put down the phone.

Meijiu was using a laptop in her kotatsu to handle some chores at work, and when she heard Aaron's phone call—the other party's attitude on the phone was visibly from happy to full of tongue—she couldn't help raising her head and asking: "Is something wrong?"

"Shier's son was blackmailed by a gangster near the school."

Aaron said: "He asked me to reason with the delinquents near the school."

In fact, Shi Er's original words were "There are bad people nearby blackmailing elementary school students, and my son was called a parent because of this incident", but after Aaron's mind automatically completed it, he had already quickly made up a bad luck The whole process of the child being robbed of pocket money.

They also have a daughter themselves, who are now in kindergarten, and give their children a little pocket money every day to buy pop soda and candies they want to eat. Parents are very similar in thinking. Once they think that their children are also at risk of being robbed, no one can do it. Keep an even mind.

"Oh...that really shouldn't be."

Meijiu also thought of the little boy in Ah Jing's family. He was not physically strong, but had a quiet and polite personality. He was really a very pleasing type.

——In other words, it is also the type that is easily bullied.

"Let's try to teach them a lesson in moderation!"

So Meijiu suggested without hesitation: "Let them better not dare to bully children again!"

"Oh! Let me go and call Aya!"

Aaron said: "There is also a treasured boning knife—"

"Oh, that's fine."

Meijiu covered her face: "It's just a bad student in middle school, don't go too far."

"……Oh, okay."

On this day, the unscrupulous groups at Urami East Middle School in Saitama Prefecture were dealt a devastating blow.

Originally, this was just an ordinary day. I don’t know what the last class after school is on a weekday. After all, it was a routine skipping class—then, when they were about to ask a certain elementary school student for pocket money, they were caught by several An adult who obviously came with bad intentions was blocked under the bridge hole.

One of the eyelids has a long scar that runs through most of the face; the other has a scar on the corner of the mouth, with unfriendly muscles written all over it.These two people even brought a little brother with them, looking like they came prepared.

"What! You uncles don't come to hinder us, okay?"

Someone spoke first, but there was already hesitation in his tone: "It has nothing to do with you!"

"What kind of attitude is this!"

Aya immediately snatched it up. The elder brother couldn't let Aaron do this kind of chores: "You raise your head too high! Is this your attitude when talking to the undead dragon?"

"It really has nothing to do with me."

Aaron leaned over, flicked the cigarette in his hand, and pointed at Shier with one hand: "But you have provoked this guy's son, right? Unfortunately we are friends, so his problem is my problem."

So these few people began to look at Shier's face again: In fact, it didn't take much to look at to find that he was carved out of the same mold as the elementary school student who beat him that day.

"Hey, so it's that kid's father..."

"Look at your fingers! I remember black | Dao always cut off a finger!"

"That's the old calendar of what era! After all, who knew that kid had a father who was a gangster—"

"Judging from that kid's skills, it's already very abnormal! It is said that he was wearing a strange evil spirit talisman when he was in school! Maybe he believed in some strange cult!"

Xia Youjie, who was participating in a religious seminar somewhere, sneezed violently.

The reporter in charge of the video immediately asked nervously: Mr. Xia You is not feeling well——

"No, it's okay. I'm healthy. This situation just now was an accident."

He smiled and said, "Continue recording the show."

On this side, Shi Er and Aaron tied all these delinquents to the poles without much effort.Aaron even threatened while doing it: Is it fun to cause trouble to people younger than him?That guy's son wrote an extra review just because of you trash!After all, who should reflect on this kind of thing!

But obviously we were the ones who were beaten in the first place, and now we are being beaten a second time!These bad lasagna tears, who would have thought that the boy who seemed to be quiet on weekdays would have a father who was a gangster?

Thinking about it this way, even the logic is clear - otherwise, how could there be elementary school students who suddenly came to provoke them!

So, it really hit the iron plate...

The next day, the news that "the student of the Zen Academy is the young master of the underworld family" spread like wildfire.

When Xiaohui stepped into the school gate, he felt that the atmosphere was not right, but there are many things in life that are not worth worrying about. When the campus life is barely stable, he does not intend to pay attention to these details.

However, even the classmates in the same class dodged their eyes when they looked at him.

After the physical education class, the male classmate who ordered him to "mind his own business" now stumbles over to apologize.

After that, a few senior students who didn't study hard on weekdays stopped at the classroom door of their class and bowed to him.

Xiaohui:?

Maybe there is something wrong with the way I went to school today.

But there is no curse spirit on this group of people.

His eyesight is very good, not to mention the magic spirit, there is not even the filth of the magic power.

At lunchtime, no one dared to share the same bench with him.

Today, the whole day's strangeness reached its climax. He took his lunch box to the senior class to find Tsumiki, and received countless exclamations that suppressed his voice along the way.

... Shier did it, that bastard, you shouldn't trust him to solve this kind of problem.

Tsumiji was explaining something to the students around her: "Ah, that's really not the case. We are an ordinary family, and my mother is a Go player. If you subscribe to the Go newspaper, you should still be able to see related news... Hey, Xiaohui?"

"Tsu Miki...what happened?"

The youngest child in the family was holding a lunch box with a confused face.

Tsumiji:.

She can probably guess the whole process of the plot.

But it's clearly inexplicable on its own.

The two children got together and communicated with each other holding lunch boxes of the same style and different colors.

A few minutes later, he showed an expression of disbelief: "Why do they believe such things?"

"After all, black | way sounds more convincing than conjurer..."

Tsumiji sighed.

He originally thought that this incident would end in absurdity, but after being ate melons by his classmates, the rumors were self-defeating, and finally became the talk of "I have experienced this kind of thing" when I was a student.But what he didn't expect was that in the next few weeks, he received several bad challenges from nearby middle schools. More fights have been fought than in the sum of all the students' careers so far.

"...I have already said that you are annoying like this."

A schoolboy in a yellow hat sits on top of a large group of junior high school students: "I have things to do after school."

These people were beaten with bruised noses and swollen faces, struggling and screaming.

"It's been said that I hate fighting... Do you know that the so-called social rules are connected by one after another conventional constraints-the simplest one is, I will not kill you, so please don't kill me."

He said, "It's the same with this kind of thing. Didn't you learn anything from it?"

"We're, uh, very sorry..."

He sighed again.

The mess Shill made, I really shouldn't trust him to handle it.

"And it's very troublesome to come in batches. If you really want to fight, why not call your partners from all the surrounding schools together for one day."

Xiaohui said: "At your level, it's no problem to hit fifty."

It's not even as good as Tsumiji - she always has a gun that can shoot magic bullets in her school bag. In terms of threat level, it is much bigger than this group of people who can't even handle baseball bats.

Everyone was silent, watching this elementary school student who seemed to have a murderous look wafting away without daring to show his breath.A dozen fifty?Is this some new declaration of provocation?But they are not sure whether this sentence is true or not. After all, if a group of more than 50 people is really assembled, maybe this guy can wave his hand and let his father bring a van to clean them up.

Two months later, his reputation resounded in all the middle schools around him, and no one dared to provoke him anymore.

Since then, the fight between the called parents has come to an end.