Kitasenju on the playground of the second sunrise elementary school. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Masato Matsushima looked at the gang of evil boys who snatched the comics from his hand, and his heart burned with unknown courage.

I have been cowardly since I was a child, and this seems to be like a lingering spell that has always been attached to me.

When I was playing on a swing in the park as a child, if any child happened to grab one of the two ropes on the swing at the same time as myself, I would definitely be the first to let go. There is also a sand field, where other children just ask "can I play" and pick up their own sand digging tools to play happily, while they can only watch others play with their own toys. In the playground, by the pool, in the library, in physical education...... Even when he passed in front of the territory of his neighbor "Marutaro" after he was in elementary school, he had to yell at himself!

But you must know that "Mautaro" is just an Akita dog watchdog who is only half a year old!

Sometimes my heart really breaks!

I'm only in the third grade now, and although the nasty bad guys in my school class may not still be in the same junior high school as me, I always meet other strong classmates.

There are also high schools, universities, graduate schools, societies, and companies in the back......

I can't imagine what kind of life I will live!

What's the point of living like this?

Although he didn't tell anyone, including his parents and best friends, Masato Matsushima thought more than once how wonderful it would be if he could easily and simply "end" this bleak life.

Forget it, I don't even have the courage to be tough, how dare I do something like that?

……

But now, Masato Matsushima felt something change in his body, a torrent running up and down, frantically searching for an exit in his chest.

And directly opposite him, those naughty teenagers were immersed in the pleasure of reading new serialized comics, their expressions were focused, I am afraid that not a single detail was missed, and from time to time there were satisfied smiles on their faces.

These bastards!

There was a voice in his head that seemed to say to himself:

Are you destined to be bullied by them at school?

Answer me!

Will you continue to be obedient and be a lamb who obediently sacrifices himself to the hungry wolf?

Are you willing to live your life under the feet of others?

Answer me!

Answer me! You coward!

Answer me!

"That's enough!"

Masato Matsushima felt that his head was about to explode, and he let out a cold yell, and the sound seemed to echo throughout the playground!

The little bullies who were engrossed in reading the manga were pouring their hearts on "Detective Kenan", and Masato Matsushima's roar was like a thunderbolt falling from the ground, and he was so frightened that he shivered!

Thunder?!

They looked around - nothing unusual was happening.

There are only a few of them reading comics and the inconspicuous coward in front of them in the huge playground.

Could it be......

Coward?

Hmph, he wouldn't dare to lend him a guts!

Several people glared at Masato Matsushima with menacing eyes, and then wanted to continue reading the fascinating manga.

"Don't underestimate people!!Don't deceive people too much!!"

The coward Masato Matsushima let out another shout like a lion's roar.

Before the roar fell, the courage that gushed out of nowhere encouraged him, and he rushed forward with an arrow step, and snatched the "Youth Run" comic weekly that Uncle Lin gave him.

The naughty teenagers still maintained the posture of reading the book just now, and they were confused by the actions of Ah Zheng in front of them.

What's wrong with this guy?

Did he take the wrong medicine today?

But in the blink of an eye, they looked at each other, clenched their fists and pinched their joints—there were a few "pops" sounds, and slowly gathered towards the coward in front of them.

"Ah Zheng, are you going to rebel?" the fat freckled man glared at each other angrily, putting on an angry look, "Believe it or not, I can solve you with one punch?"

"Leave that comic weekly to us, and you won't die today!" The thin man with the split head was just looking at Xing, and he was only thinking about the plot of the comic - after all, this new serialized "Detective Kenan" was so attractive, they had only read two pages, and they were immediately touched by the vivid characters, funny dialogues, and wonderful plot in it, and they couldn't continue reading it like being taken away and eaten half of the ice cream!

"What nonsense are you talking about him, hurry up and grab the comic magazine!" shouted the snotty man with his facial features far away. The new serial comic introduced by the bookstore poster is right in front of him, but when he only sees a clue, he is snatched away by someone, and his anger ignites at once.

Several people were about to pounce on him.

Masato Matsushima looked down at the page they had turned and drew a mighty schoolboy with a scooter in one hand and a soccer ball in the other, with a grim gaze and a sense of justice that could not be offended!

Is this the "Detective Knan" they just talked about?

He suddenly felt that he seemed to be unusually familiar with the elementary school student in this comic, and the image of the primary school student Kenan, who was calm and resolute, jealous and hateful, and wise and brave, was not the heroic schoolboy he had been yearning for in his subconscious?

Well, Knan, I remember.

I'm going to be a schoolboy like Knan!

His eyes were dark, the fat freckled man's fist had already hit his face, and he suddenly felt that he could dodge the attack by crouching his head.

As it turned out, he was right, he was short, and his swift fist whizzed right over his head.

The thin man wanted to hold his chest with both hands at the same time, but at this time his arms were also in the air, and the armpits of the fat man and the thin man were unsuspecting in front of his eyes.

Masato Matsushima swung his fists, which had been clenched tightly from just now, and punched them one by one as if with divine help!

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Ouch!"

The two of them fell to the ground with their teeth bared and shouted as if they had been pointed at important acupuncture points, and it seemed that the pain was not light!

The two people who were confident and confident in terms of numbers, momentum and battle records, and who were in their hands to win, were suddenly hit hard by this, and both of them were unexpected, and they were all shocked.

And an opponent!

Masato Matsushima tilted his head slightly, and he caught a glimpse that the snot man had already detoured behind him to sneak attack, and he kept his body facing the same as if he was being instructed by a master A handsome stomping foot happened to step on the foot of the snot man behind him.

"Ahh

His heart-rending screams came from behind him, and the figure who wanted to sneak attack also fell.

It's done!

I can actually fight my bullies!

Masato Matsushima, who instantly felt that the world was much wider, solemnly opened the thirtieth page with the manga weekly in his hand:

"The new serial "Detective Konan" is here! The strongest detective elementary school student in history embarks on an endless adventure!"

Wow, it's a pretty good manga!

His gaze followed the title of the comic down to the author's name:

"Creation: AKBS Planning Studio, Original Author: Hayashi Tatsuya, Painting Author: Aoyama Minomasa!"

Ah, yes!

I remember!

The person who gave me the comic just now is a young colleague from my father's company - Lin Daya!