The Sleeping Prince's Romance

On the way from Class A of the first year to the football field, the smile on Xinyi's face never disappeared. Looking at the beaming and energetic Xinyi, Cirou's mood also improved.

"Hey, Cirou."

Xinyi opened his mouth and called Cirou:

"Have you really become the chairman of the discipline committee?"

As he spoke, Xin took a look at the armband on Yan Cilang's shoulder, and there was pride and a trace of worry in his voice:

"However, as far as I know, even in the elementary and advanced departments, there are almost no cases where freshmen serve as the chairman of the discipline committee, because the seniors will not listen to his management at all.

Now that you have only started school for a few days, what if there is a dispute among the seniors and they don't listen to your persuasion? "

Shinichi is happier with Jiro being so heavily used by the principal than when it happened to him.

You know, after listening to the principal's announcement on the radio, if Lan hadn't stopped him, he would have rushed straight to the first grade to congratulate Cilang regardless.

It is not easy for Shinichi to be able to endure until now.

"Don't you believe in my ability, Xiaoxin?"

Cirou raised his eyebrows at Xinyi, a look of evil spirit flashed in his eyes, Xinyi's hairs stood on end, and then he began to sympathize with those students who might need Cirou's mediation in the future.

The sober Cilang...it's better not to provoke him.

"I'm waiting to see you show your power, Cilang."

At this time, Shinichi was gesturing to Jirou with a "come on" gesture, but he didn't know that his little wish was fulfilled in a few minutes.

Just on the first day of taking office, Cilang's work came.

Before reaching the football field, Cilang heard the sound of quarrels coming from the distance, so his footsteps paused slightly.

"Why don't you leave, Cirou?"

Shinichi's hearing is naturally not as good as Cirou's, so he asked suspiciously.

"I feel like we have to step up, there's trouble over there."

As Cirou said, he and Shinichi, whose heart sank a bit after hearing his words, walked quickly towards the football field.

After getting closer, Shinichi also heard the fierce dispute coming from there, and the two of them could already see that there were two groups of students confronting each other, and Shinichi could see clearly that one of them was Several of them belong to the football team of their own class.

So Shinichi immediately ran over there, not forgetting to take Cilang along with him.

Fortunately, Cilang's physical fitness is not comparable to that of ordinary people, otherwise, if he was pulled by Shinichi at this speed, an ordinary six-year-old child would have been dragged down by him long ago.

The closer you are, the more clearly you can see the situation at the scene, and you can hear what they said clearly.

"Obviously we were the ones who first told the teacher that we would use the football field to play games after school! Isn't that right, Mr. Murakami?"

Someone in a group of students around Shinichi's age shouted.

"Well... that's it."

The 40-year-old male teacher standing between the students on both sides nodded, sweat dripping from his forehead.

"But when I went to apply, you also said that we can use the football field, Mr. Murakami?"

The student who was obviously bigger on the other side shouted not to be outdone.

"That... At that time, I forgot that I had promised the third grade..."

There was more sweat on Murakami's forehead, but he didn't have time to wipe it off.

If because of his sloppy reasons, the third and fifth grade students fight in groups, he can take the blame and resign!

Because he will definitely be reprimanded by the parents' association and then expelled from the school!

"Anyway, Mr. Murakami promised us this course first, so get out of here quickly!"

"Hey, as juniors, is it okay for you to treat seniors like this? We still have to play here today!"

"The seniors are amazing!"

"Yeah, at least the level of playing football is much better than your lower grades!"

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The quarrel became more and more intense. Seeing that nearly forty students in total were about to fight because of anger, Murakami standing in the middle had long been ignored. No matter how he tried to stop him, no one would listen. The teacher was about to cry.

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"There is time to quarrel, and you can already play a game separately."

At this time, a more immature but full of cold voice broke through the swearing and reached everyone's ears.

In an instant, everyone stopped what they were doing, and looked at the place where the sound was made.

When they saw who the speaker was, everyone burst into laughter after being silent for two seconds.

"Do you really think that the principal has named you a 'chairman of the discipline committee', and you are really a member of the student union? A mere freshman in the first grade dares to take care of our seniors' affairs!"

Someone in the fifth grade looked at Ci Lang mockingly.

"Little brat, go home and drink milk!"

The fifth grader spoke even more harshly.

"You'd better get out of here quickly, Akutagawa-senpai, it won't be good if we get into a fight and hurt you later."

Since the third graders knew that Shinichi and Jirou had a good relationship, and he was still standing beside Jirou, they spoke more politely.

However, the contempt inside and outside the words cannot be concealed.

Shinichi looked at Cirou worriedly, the things he was worried about really happened, and even the teacher Murakami ignored them when he became agitated, so would he still give Cirou face?

Sure enough, Principal Uematsu's decision was too hasty!

Shinichi did not blame Cilang for agreeing to Uematsu, but blamed Uematsu for making this decision. Sure enough, people's hearts are biased.

"Looks like you won't be able to see me on the pitch today."

Shinichi pretended to be relaxed and smiled and said to Cirou:

"Then let's get out of here now."

Although Cilang is very agile, he is only a six-year-old first-grade pupil after all. If his own age really fights with a fifth-grader and accidentally injures Cilang, he will be greatly remiss as a guardian knight!

If Shinichi knew that Cirou didn't panic even when he was surrounded by a group of tall and burly American high school students, and finally managed to break through with one person, he might not be so worried.

Although Jiro doesn't have M9 in his hands now, the "enemy" is not a high school student, is he?

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As if he didn't hear the ridicule and disdain around him, Cilang just said his suggestion lightly:

"The third and fifth grades play for one hour each, and whoever comes first will be decided by boxing."

After finishing speaking, Cirou's eyes swept over everyone's faces:

"Now, does anyone have a problem with my proposal?"

Because Cilang didn't show off his aura on purpose this time, although everyone felt that the freshmen's eyes were a bit cold, they were not intimidated like the freshmen at the opening ceremony, but stared at Cilang with inexplicable eyes ——

Who are you, why should we listen to you? !