"Nakamura-senpai, I don't like to make jokes. Facing Nakamura Takashi's "joke", Li Xuehao frowned, "Class is coming soon, aren't you going back to your school building?"

"Manaka, you haven't answered me yet, are you going to visit Master Ueshiba at my house, or is Master Ueshiba going to your house as a guest? If I don't get an answer, I won't leave!" Takashi Nakamura said with a resolute face, before he came, he promised his sister and Master Ueshiba that he would definitely complete the task, and now that he didn't do it, how could he leave?

"Then you can come with me to the first-grade schoolhouse. Li Xuehao was noncommittal, of course he wouldn't be threatened by him, just follow if you love it.

After changing into indoor shoes, Li Xuehao went upstairs, and Takashi Nakamura really followed behind, without the slightest intention of leaving.

Walking into the classroom of class C in the first year, the arrival of Takashi Nakamura immediately caused a small sensation, as the head of the judo club, he is tall and handsome, and has always been the object of longing for many little girls in the school. However, Takashi Nakamura is a senior in the third grade, and he is still a popular figure on campus, so even if he is a little girl who longs for him, he usually doesn't have many opportunities to get in touch, and occasionally he needs to help through others to send love letters.

Now that they can get in touch with Nakamura's seniors so closely, the little girls in the class are not calm.

"Nakamura senior. ”

"It's Nakamura-senpai who came. ”

"Ah, Nakamura-senpai-"

The screams came and went, and the bold girls gradually surrounded them, staring at Takashi Nakamura one by one, and their eyes began to glow.

Li Xuehao quietly returned to his seat and handed over Takashi Nakamura to a group of little girls, in fact, Takashi Nakamura is not the first time to come to Class C for a year, he once tried to invite him to join the judo club, Li Xuehao remembered that he also helped many girls transfer Love letters to him.

"Hello. In the face of a group of little girls who were "eyeing the tiger", Takashi Nakamura seemed very calm, showing a sunny smile on his face, as if he had long been accustomed to this kind of scene and had a set of skillful coping methods.

"Hello, Nakamura-senpai!" the girls were even more excited, and his affinity also made some of the more shy girls surround him, and in a blink of an eye, Takashi Nakamura was surrounded by more than a dozen or twenty girls.

This scene made the boys around him envious, but he could only be jealous in his heart, after all, he was a third-year senior, and he was also the head of the judo club.

"Can I ask you for a favor? Can any of you lend me a spare desk?" The sunny smiling Takashi Nakamura showed two rows of snow-white teeth, and a certain easily excited girl almost fainted.

"Me. ”

"Me!"

"I ......"

Almost all of the girls raised their hands, even if they didn't have a place to sit, to give up their seats.

With so many people raising their hands at the same time, Takashi Nakamura hesitated slightly, and finally chose a petite girl with a double ponytail.

"Ahh I don't know where I got the courage, so I suddenly pounced on Takashi Nakamura, wrapped my arms around his waist, and clamped it tightly.

This sudden move made the girls around him look angry and jealous, and they almost ripped off the double ponytail girls roughly.

However, Takashi Nakamura was present, and the girls didn't want to behave too rough to make him hate, so they forcibly resisted their jealousy.

Takashi Nakamura's body was also stiff under the "sneak attack", but he immediately calmed down, reached out and gently patted the back of the double ponytail girl to show his generosity.

The other girls were jealous again.

Li Xuehao sat in the seat, occasionally glanced at it, and saw the appearance of a girl with a double ponytail, petite and such a unique hairstyle, very similar to the head of the apprentice listening to the cat Nanako, which is probably the reason why Takashi Nakamura chose her, after all, what Takashi Nakamura likes to listen to Nanako is just that his confession was rejected.

After the "interaction" with the girls, Takashi Nakamura picked up the desk of the girl with a double ponytail and put it behind someone, and he sat down by himself, as if he was really ready for a "long-term battle".

Li Xuehao ignored him, and when he was in class, Mr. Furukawa would let him understand that it was not so easy to be a student in Class C for a year.

It didn't take long for the class bell to ring.

Mr. Furukawa, the head teacher, walked in, and the decadent image of a bald man in his fifties and wearing a pair of glasses as thick as the bottom of the bottle was very unique, and although he was bald in the middle of his head, his hair around him was neatly combed and meticulous.

Wearing a gray long-sleeved shirt and dark trousers, he looks like a person who has crossed over from the Showa fifties and sixties (seventies and eighties of the last century), old-fashioned and serious.

Standing on the podium, his eyes swept slightly, and soon he found an abnormality in the classroom, he pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and looked at Takashi Nakamura in the last row lightly: "It seems that there is a new classmate today, right?"

The students below didn't dare to talk nonsense, and the girls couldn't help but worry about Takashi Nakamura.

Takashi Nakamura didn't have any uneasiness, stood up and bowed: "Hello, Mr. Furukawa, I'm Takashi Nakamura." ”

"It's Nakamura-san. Furukawa-sensei pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose again, looked at him carefully, and then waved his hand and said, "Sit down." ”

"Yes!" Nakamura sat down, though he clearly didn't realize what was going to happen next.

Li Xuehao, who was sitting in front of him, was a little sympathetic to him, don't look at Teacher Furukawa is old-fashioned and serious, in fact, he is not as meticulous as he appears on the outside, and there are ways to "deal with" those students like Takashi Nakamura who destroy other people's classes at will.

"Then let's continue with the ancient poem that I didn't finish yesterday, "Spring Dawn", Nakamura-san, you can memorize it first. Mr. Furukawa opened the textbook, and without any hesitation, he directly named Takashi Nakamura.

"Huh?" Takashi Nakamura was dumbfounded, let him recite ancient poems?

"Nakamura-san?" Mr. Furukawa on the podium looked at him, and the other students in the class also looked over, and many of the boys were gloating.

Takashi Nakamura had to stand up and be as stupid as a piece of wood. Generally speaking, people who are strong in sports will have poor cultural classes, and Takashi Nakamura is no exception, he is a judo master, yes, and a celebrity at Sakurano High School, but when it comes to cultural classes, don't look at the seniors who are already in the third grade, even if they are compared to some first-year freshmen, they are not much higher.

If he was asked to memorize ancient poems, how could he be able to memorize them? He wasn't even sure if he had ever learned this ancient poem of spring.