See the spirit boy Gangji

When the two returned to school, Tsunayoshi Sawada clearly felt that there were students on campus constantly looking at them.

Most of the eyes stayed on the Italian boy with silver-gray hair.

Transfer students from abroad.The appearance of different Asians is very conspicuous, and it is normal to attract the attention of passers-by in a small place like Bingsheng.

But Tsuna was keenly aware that these gazes were not simply curiosity.Some of them Weixin⑦⑦⑦ glanced past themselves.

After a murmur of snickering, probing discussions, a boy walked over to the brown-haired boy's table, as if encouraged by his peers.There was a little unnaturalness and reluctance on his face.

"Hey, that good-for-nothing, why are you still sitting here?"

The prison temple sitting behind Tsunaji almost didn't react when he heard this address.Immediately, he patted the table and asked the boy with a gloomy expression:

"You bastard! Who do you call Waste Material Gang?"

"You, what do you want to do?" The male classmate was taken aback, he had never expected such a big reaction from Prison beside him.He glanced at the prison temple with a weird light, as if he was afraid and seemed to be puzzled by the other party's behavior, why he was so excited about a waste material gang.

Seeing this, Gangji quickly changed the topic.In fact, I was in a state of strangers with most of my classmates in the class. From the previous conversation with Kyoko, I could see that even the girl I liked seldom met each other.

For example, if someone takes the initiative to talk to him now, there are usually only two situations, the study committee member in the class is handing in the homework, or he is refusing to do the cleaning work.

But it doesn't appear to be any of those at the moment.

"What's the matter?" he asked.

"Um. So what, when Nakamura came to the classroom this morning, he ran into someone from the disciplinary committee."

"I told you to go to the office of the Disciplinary Committee during your lunch break." The male student's tone was a little strange, and his eyes unintentionally glanced to the right.

On the right side are two or three boys gathered together.

Among them, Nakamura Urashiro saw the brown-haired boy looking at him, and twitched the corner of his mouth at Tsunakichi.

The arc may be regarded as a smile, but there is a bit of sarcasm and unreasonable malice. Hayato frowned almost immediately, wanting to roll up his sleeves to warn that rude guy named Nakamura.

"Do you know why the Disciplinary Committee is called Judaimu?" Hayato asked.

"Ah, how do I know? I guess I committed something." The male student muttered, "Anyway, I'm just here to pass on a message, and it's none of my business."

He felt the low pressure of Hayato in the prison temple, and he didn't want to cause trouble.Originally, I just wanted to see the look of Waste Chai Gang who was scared to death, but I ran into a nail.He muttered dissatisfiedly and left immediately.

"When I came to Judaimu, I heard about the Discipline Committee of this school. It seems to be a group of unhealthy forces!" Guiji seriously asked Tsunayoshi for his opinion:

"Just to be on the safe side, Judaime and I will go with you!"

"Oh, no need." Gangji waved his hand: "It's not as scary as you think." He was a little dumbfounded, although Bingsheng's students sometimes complained about gangsters, but really Not to this point.

It's almost time for class.His hand reached for the drawer.

Suddenly, Sawada Tsunayoshi realized something.

My schoolbag is still at reborn.

He froze and looked at Prison Lord.

In the first class, Tsunayoshi Sawada and Hayato Gokudera were punished by the Mandarin teacher for not bringing their books.But it was probably because the prison temple's face was too stinky, the mandarin teacher's furious aura immediately shrank, and finally he just let the two sit down.

Sawada Tsunayoshi was sprawled on the table, like a boneless cat, turned into a puddle of soft fluid.He didn't pay much attention to the teacher's criticism just now, and looked out the window with dull eyes.Outside, the calls of cicadas in the treetops were particularly ear-piercing.

The mandarin teacher's speech in class is like an intermittent tone without any rhyme, which quickly dissipates in the air like a cloud blown away by the wind.

If someone carefully observed the boy's eyes at this time, they would find that it was in a state of dilated pupils.

The focus is all scattered.

All the muscles were soft at this moment, and he lowered his eyes and quickly closed them.

In the back row, Takeshi Yamamoto propped his face while turning the nib in his hand.From time to time, the eyes staring at the blackboard will also fall on the two people in front.

Unexpectedly, it is different from the appearance, the transfer student who looks like a street spirit stares intently at the content written by the teacher on the blackboard, taking notes with great scribbling.And the brown-haired boy who had been timidly fell asleep on the table as if no one was there.

"It seems to be the same before." I have been scolded by the teacher many times.He was even warned by the teacher to quit school.Every time I apologized very sincerely, but every time I repeated two or three, it almost became a repetitive landscape image in the class.

The pen in Takeshi Yamamoto's hand turned a perfect arc, and the tip of the pen landed on the paper, thinking slowly ⑦⑦⑦.

But I didn't pay much attention at the time.He cared very little about anything other than baseball.

[A weird person with no sense of existence. ] This is his evaluation.

Takeshi Yamamoto sits in Weiwei's back row, and he is very satisfied with his position, because the back row can always observe many people and some places that people don't notice.

He has always felt that being an excellent baseball player is to be able to accurately capture the dynamics of the opponent.

The action, the mindset, the location of the details.Compared to getting used to, his insight seems like an innate talent.

[The monitor is secretly looking at the mobile phone under the table, the boys in the first row are tearing open the snack bags, someone is making up homework for other subjects...]

【Yuano-kun is writing bad things about the teacher again.Ah, what a pity, the teacher likes this student so much. 】Takeshi Yamamoto caught a lot of small movements with a glance, and he glanced at the front table with his back facing him.

Takeshi Yamamoto found that the other party's eyes would shift unconsciously from the blackboard to another place.

What is he looking at?

Takeshi Yamamoto shifted his gaze following the gaze of the other party, and finally landed on the window.

he is looking at the transfer student

Indeed, quite a few people were observing this new foreigner, and the class monitor was probably replying to the transfer student with his mobile phone just now.Just when Takeshi Yamamoto was bored, he keenly felt that his vision was a little off.

He noticed a kind of anger on Nakamura Urashiro's face.Very stealthy and with an unusual twist.

This unusual emotion cheered up Yamamoto slightly. Takeshi Yamamoto observed Nakamura's hand, and the palm of the observer opened and curled up. The originally neat hem of the clothes became wrinkled, like a bird. A small animal that has been ruthlessly ravaged/ravaged.

With a venting cruelty.

This kind of weird emotion will not appear on a person for no reason, right?

In such a short time?Hey, no, shouldn't I be surprised that my front desk doesn't seem to be mentally healthy?Takeshi Yamamoto thought about it, but this has nothing to do with him, and Nakamura is not in the baseball club, so it won't affect anything.

The short-haired boy slapped his head.Ah, wait, the silver-haired boy is not the only one in this direction.

But what did you do to elicit this emotion?

Takeshi Yamamoto's pen scratched black bars on the white paper while spinning.

"Student Yamamoto, what are you doing? You didn't listen carefully in class!!" The Mandarin teacher turned his head and saw the short-haired boy twirling his pen, looking like he was traveling outside the province.As soon as he was out of breath, a piece of chalk was thrown away.

Takeshi Yamamoto lowered his head quickly, dodging the chalk head, with a natural and straightforward smile on his face:

"Oh, oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry teacher, I was distracted hahaha, I will try my best to listen to the class."

"Really, everyone said that every time, but the result is still the same in the end? If you put more energy in your studies, you won't worry about the exam, right?" The Mandarin teacher stared at Takeshi Yamamoto with hatred.

Yamamoto was blunt: "Oh, no matter how much energy you put in, you will worry about the exam. After all, it's not like you, teacher, have mastered the writing and vocabulary, and you can probably write an essay casually. Good article."

The short-haired boy was a little distressed: "I am troubled by writing Chinese in the future every day."

"It's not enough to write articles casually..." The mandarin teacher was a little flustered by Yamamoto's praise, and felt speechless when he heard Yamamoto's last sentence, and was about to warn him, but he saw it in a flash. The brown-haired boy still lying on the table by the window.

Seeing that something was wrong, Prison Temple stretched out his hand to wake up the boy on the table, but it was too late for Weixin⑦⑦⑦.

A roar burst out directly.

"Sawada, stand behind me!!"

Yamamoto: Oops.

Small bursts of laughter broke out in the class.

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感谢在2021-09-1322:20:03~2021-09-1509:02:29期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 Qingya duck;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 27 bottles of Linlin; 10 bottles of Tianxingwei; 1 bottle of Brown Rabbit and Jinjiu;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!