See the spirit boy Gangji

Prison Temple Hayato felt that he was unlucky.

On the first day of transfer, this crappy school had a lot of inexplicable school rules, just like a monastery. He came here to beat people, not to cultivate his morals.

No gatherings, no fights, no running in the corridors, no staying overtime after school... what the hell is that?

"Bullshit school rules." He simply put those rules behind him, and he stroked his exaggerated silver-gray hair behind his head with one hand, and took out a cigarette from his pocket.

He had already figured out the terrain of the school. He turned a corner, walked into the bathroom, entered a cubicle and locked the door behind him. He lit a cigarette with a lighter.

Hayato held the burning cigarette with his thumb and forefinger, and took a deep puff. The nicotine scrambled into his lungs, turned into smoke and rushed upwards, stimulating his brain.

Going to this boring school?Prisoner Hayato sneered, he had obviously already planned to overthrow the so-called "ten generations of Pengelie" here, and let the other party know that not everyone is worthy of this honorable title.Although he is loyal to the ninth generation of Pengelie, it doesn't mean that this random guy is worthy of his respect.

"Why did Mr. Reborn want to come to this place by himself? Do you have any other plans?" Hayato frowned puzzledly.

He was smoking a cigarette when he heard strange intermittent noises outside.

Who was there outside who kept muttering, the silver-haired Italian boy frowned.

Wash your hands and wash your hands so half-hearted?Why don't you ask people to smoke quietly?

He frowned, he was originally a violent temper, and now his anger surged up one after another.

What a grind!

Hayato Kageji kicked the door open.

"Damn—it's so noisy—" the wooden door of the cubicle made a loud noise, and he cursed in a low voice, "There's something wrong with you, you're just running water all by yourself and muttering!"

A barrage of words mixed with Italian and a few words full of thick American English came.

Gang Ji regained consciousness, and felt that someone pulled him up, and then hit the porcelain stone with a dull sound.

His sight was abruptly pulled away from the ugly monster, and in front of him was the white mist and the boy that smelled like gunpowder.

At this moment, his field of vision is clean and free from filth.The impatient face of the strange silver-haired boy in front of him was filled with the expression of a healthy person, a living person, so vigorous and beautiful.

Hot streams gushed out from the eyes.

"Why are you crying!?" Gang Ji felt the other party pinch his face again.

It is the temperature that living people have.

I'm still alive... so lucky.

"Yes, I'm sorry... I just, just think," the brown-haired boy touched the tears on his face miserably, and said hoarsely, "You, your eyes are so beautiful, woo."

"Huh?" Prisoner Hayato wanted to pick out his ears, he wondered if he heard it wrong.what's the situation?

Someone came in again from the bathroom.

The giggling voices of the boys froze instantly when they saw the scene in front of them, as if the radio had been pressed with the still button.

Gang Ji saw someone coming in and stared at him, feeling bewildered, and didn't hold back, hiccupping.And the silver-haired boy who was pulling his tie was wearing skull decorations on his neck and hands, reflecting cold light under the light.

The silver-haired boy was tall and outstanding, and he also turned his head at this moment, staring fiercely at the people who came in.The whole scene is that the bad boy is bullying the poor little boy who has nowhere to escape.

"What are you looking at, ah?! What's so interesting!?" Hayato Yuji asked, seeing the terrified eyes of several people and the fleeing backs: "Hey, wait! What are your eyes!?"

"I didn't do anything!"

Hayato Gokuji loosened Tsunayoshi's tie.

"You, people have lost their taste! Why are you crying? A big man, what is there to cry about." His attitude is indeed bad, but as for it!

Hayato Gokuji fumbled in his pocket for a long time, took out a pack of toilet paper, and threw it directly to the other party. Tsunakichi took the toilet paper and wiped the tears on his face indiscriminately. He kept staring at the silver-haired boy in front of him in his spare time.

"Don't look at me!" Prisoner Hayato felt weird being stared at by the other party, he always felt that this scene was a bit weird.

"I'm leaving," the silver-haired boy said in a bad tone, "If you don't feel well, you can ask for leave directly. What are you embarrassed to say?"

After Hayato said that, he turned his head and was about to leave.

The brown-haired boy followed him.

Hayato Gujiji turned a corner, but the other party was still behind.

He turned around, couldn't help but grabbed the other person again, this time it was the collar: "Why are you following me?"

"Are you going to rely on me?" Prison Temple felt that he could lift this guy up by the back of his neck like a rabbit.

Tsunaji shook his head like a rattle, raised his hands, and explained in a panic: "No, no, I'm sorry, I, my class just happened to be here..."

The brown-haired boy looked at him timidly, slipped into the gap beside him, and returned to his seat.

His eyes were red, and the mask was tightly covered on his face again, covering his expression. Then he lay down on the table and buried his head in the darkness of his shoulders.

After just going out for 10 minutes, I feel that all my energy has been exhausted. I didn't rest last night and I was just frightened and exhausted.Gangji's eyelids felt extra heavy, and he didn't try to resist. In sleep, sometimes he couldn't see anything but felt safer, so he buried his head and fell asleep.

The class bell rang too.

The foreign language teacher came in with a roster under his arm. At the same time, the handsome and exotic boy standing beside him firmly attracted the attention of the students in the class.

"Wow, foreigner, silver-gray hair, so exaggerated, looks very difficult to mess with..."

"How did those strange necklaces on his body come in, so bad... Didn't the Disciplinary Committee say that?" "Hey, wasn't the Disciplinary Committee also a bad person before..."

"He looks so fierce, why did he transfer to our school? But he looks so handsome!"

Boys and girls couldn't help whispering to each other when they saw new things.Someone even patted the popular king in the class, and said in a teasing and provocative tone: "Yamamoto-kun, this guy might steal your limelight among the girls!" The handsome boy named Yamamoto He smiled casually: "There is no such thing, Nakamura."

Seeing Takeshi Yamamoto's indifferent expression, Nakamura sat back resentfully.

Takeshi Yamamoto looked curiously at the new student in front of him.As the main force of the baseball team, he has very keen observation skills. After seeing the other party impatiently scanning the students in the classroom, Takeshi Yamamoto quickly realized that the other party seemed to be coming for a purpose.The girl stayed on the body for a short time, passing by in a flash, and the main attention was on the boy.

It doesn't look like they came here to find acquaintances, oh, could it be that they came here to make an appointment?

Takeshi Yamamoto noticed that the other party stayed at a student in the corner of the window for a while, and he also looked over, and saw the other party lying on the table with half-closed eyes, with a mask tightly worn on his face, a pair of Not so conscious.

It's the waste material gang in the class, what's it called?Takeshi Yamamoto didn't pay much attention, wondering if they knew each other?

But the new student's gaze quickly shifted away, searching for other targets.

"Quiet, quiet, this is Hayato, a freshman transferred from Italy. From today to the next three years, he will be your classmate. You must live in harmony and help each other..."

"Who is going to spend three years here?" Prisoner Hayato replied in a bad mood. He scanned the entire classroom and found no one who looked like the "Vongola candidate".

This guy!He hadn't met such an arrogant and domineering student in Bingsheng for a long time. Teacher Matsugami wanted to teach the transferred student a lesson, but found that the other student was taller than him by somersaults, and he was short of breath for a while.He heard whispering voices coming from under the podium again, and suddenly felt that he couldn't hold back his face.How could he, a class teacher, lose in front of the students?

The English teacher scanned the surroundings, and soon, his eyes stopped on a guy with his head buried in the corner who seemed out of place in the noisy crowd.

The teacher raised his voice: "Sawada——!!"

Hearing the surname of Wei Xin, Hayato frowned.A bad feeling came to my heart.

The brown-haired boy lying on the table seemed to be indulging in the sleep just now, and slowly raised his head, his brows were a little confused, and the students around him laughed.

Mr. Matsugami became even more angry. He felt that the person in front of him was simply disrespectful: "You are hopeless, Sawada Tsunayoshi! You are a waste! Get out of here and stand!" He pointed angrily The location of the gate.Sawada Tsunayoshi, who realized what happened, turned pale for a moment.

Sawada Tsunayoshi stood up and was about to go out. The boy with silver-gray hair turned his head, turned his eyes to Matsugami, and then looked at the boy in the audience.Gritting his teeth, the prison temple Hayato said with a bit of disbelief in his tone, his voice seemed to be squeezed out of a crack: "Hey, what did you just say this guy's name?!"

"Um, Sawada, Sawada Tsunayoshi?" Sensei Matsugami felt that the fist of the boy in front of him was about to fall on him: "You, you know?"

Prison Temple Hayato: "..."

Prison Temple Hayato: Merda (Damn)! ! !

Sawada Tsunayoshi was grabbed by the collar by the silver-haired boy and walked outside.Teacher Matsugami immediately wanted to stop the other party, but was frightened by the other party's sinister eyes. "I'm taking this guy to ask for leave. Is there a problem?" Teacher Matsugami froze in place, not daring to say anything, and the silver-haired Italian led the brown-haired boy out.

Gang Ji was dragged all the way, he staggered, he couldn't keep up with the strides of the people in front of him, he almost fell to the ground several times, his eyes were full of confusion, and finally Gang Ji was dragged to a place In the empty space behind the playground, he bumped into the opponent's hard back due to inertia, and fell back a few steps, almost sitting on the ground.

He narrowly stabilized his steps, and looked at the silver-haired boy in front of him in surprise.

"That classmate?" He asked in a low voice, not understanding why the other party acted so strangely:

"Is there something wrong?"

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The author has something to say:

These two days I went to bed at three or four in the morning and got up at seven or eight in the morning. I can't do it, I'm too sleepy. Good night.