The final result of Isamu Kajima's failure to do his homework was to ask him to submit an essay today, as for Hanfeng being beaten......

Isamu Kajima is not stupid, how can he not see that it is the student in the class who intercedes for him who beats the cold wind?

Although Hanfeng's grades are not good, his emotional intelligence is still quite high. ’

Isamu Kajima thought to himself, and then said, "Then, let's start class!" Today I will talk about the principle of trap making! ”

"Iruka, is Erfat's dream really a chef?" The cold wind that escaped the catastrophe pretended to be serious and listened to the lecture while whispering to Iruka next to him.

Iruka said: "Two fat ...... Ahem, Ito's fellow student is a sushi restaurant, he grew up in a sushi restaurant since he was a child, and he aspires to become the best sushi chef in the village. ”

Han Feng was puzzled: "Then why does the teacher seem to value him very much?" Does he love sushi? ”

"No, it's because of the second fat ...... Ito-san's theoretical knowledge is the best in our class. Iruka covered her forehead and said bitterly, "Cold wind, please don't give a second ...... Ito-san has a messy nickname. ”

Han Feng squinted at him: "Obviously, you are also very smooth." ”

"I didn't!" Iruka was annoyed, he was a principled man!

At that moment, the person sitting in the front row of Iruka suddenly threw a small note backwards.

Iruka was stunned, picked up the small note and opened it, and suddenly showed a wonderful expression on his face, and then followed suit, squinting at the cold wind.

"What for?" The cold wind instantly felt a thick malice coming from Iruka.

"For you." Iruka handed over the note.

The cold wind was stunned: What does this mean? Confessed?

Hanfeng silently opened the small note, and saw that it was written: Moonlight and cold wind, don't run in the afternoon training session!!

"Huh?"

Han Feng raised his eyebrows, these three exclamation marks didn't look like they were about to confess.

Then, the person sitting in front of him also threw a small note down.

The cold wind subconsciously took it and opened it: Moonlight and cold wind, heads-up in the afternoon!!

Three black lines oozed from the forehead of the cold wind: Which turtle grandson is this provoking?

But before he had time to lock on the 'suspect', one small note after another was passed from all directions, plus the first two, it was a full fourteen!

There are only 30 people in the class!

The cold wind looked at it one by one, and it was all about him.

The cold wind covered his head, and his heart was so tired.

"Hanfeng, are you alright?"

Iruka couldn't help but smile and pretend to be concerned, but she couldn't hide the joy in her eyes.

"I just want to be a beautiful man, why is it so difficult?"

The cold wind put his hands on his cheeks, and secretly rejoiced that he had mastered the throwing of the forbearance equipment last night, otherwise he would have to be beaten this afternoon.

But......

"This group of bronzes is really stubborn, no matter what, today Brother Hanfeng will teach you the principles of life, and you will be grateful to me when you go out of society in the future." ’

But there's a catch.

If his ninja throwing suddenly improved so much, will he be suspected by Isamu Kajima?

Hanfeng thought about it, no, I have to hurry up and write the composition and hand it in, it is best to let Kashima Isamu 'see' his talent for ninja throwing!

Thinking of this, Hanfeng immediately pulled out a homework book from a drawer, only to find that he had no pen with him, so he hurriedly borrowed one from Irukana.

Above, Kajima Yong explained the knowledge points of trap making, and below, the cold wind sprinkled the experience of throwing the forbearance.

For Hanfeng, who has completely mastered the throwing of ninja equipment, writing a five-hundred-word essay is a complete piece of cake.

In less than forty minutes, Hanfeng finished his composition.

When he waited for the recess, Hanfeng immediately took the composition to find Isamu Kajima.

Isamu Kajima looked at it again, showed a surprised expression, and praised without hesitation: "Cold Wind, I didn't expect you to have such a deep understanding of ninja throwing!" ”

Han Feng said modestly: "It's all taught by the teacher well." ”

"No matter how well the teacher teaches, it's useless if you don't listen."

Kajima Yong pointed out that the cold wind can write his experience so quickly, which can only show ...... He didn't listen to his own lectures at all when he was in class, but was burying his head in writing his thoughts!

Hanfeng smiled awkwardly.

"Alright, let's go back."

Isamu Kashima didn't say much, waving his hand to let the cold wind go back to the classroom.

Back in the classroom, Han Feng found that everything was normal in the class, but remembering the fourteen small notes in the desk, Han Feng smiled silently, secretly thinking that he would have to eat more at noon today, so that he could have the strength to beat people.

In the next few theoretical classes, not only did the cold wind not bother to listen, but half of the people in the class were also absent-minded, silently waiting for time to pass.

Finally!

"Alright, that's all for the morning's class, class is over."

Isamu Kajima looked at the students below who were about to move, and couldn't help but remind, "Students, the actual combat training class in the afternoon is under the guidance of Mr. Daishi Hiramatsu, the homeroom teacher of Class 1, everyone should be serious, don't make trouble for Mr. Daishi, you know?" ”

"Yes!"

A group of bronzes shouted emotionally.

Kajima shook his head and turned to leave the classroom.

As soon as he left, the class suddenly became lively.

Red Bean took the lunch box and ran to the last row for the first time.

"Cold wind, you're done, the latest information, in the afternoon training session, you will face more than a dozen opponents, the form is very severe!" Azuki Bean tried his best to make a solemn expression.

"Don't worry."

Hanfeng took out his sushi bento and hummed, "I'm the strongest!" ”

"Huh? Sushi! ”

Hongdou saw the contents of the cold wind bento and exclaimed in surprise, "Cold wind, are you not eating balls?" ”

Speaking of this, Hanfeng's face darkened, and he pointed to the seaweed and sesame sushi in the bento and asked, "Red beans, is there a difference between this sushi and rice balls?" ”

"Of course there is a difference!"

Suddenly, an excited voice came, it was Ito's second fat classmate who had dreamed of being a chef and was working hard to study at the ninja school.

"How can onigiri be compared to sushi?"

Ito Erfat opened his mouth with a displeased face, "Sushi can be divided into box sushi, roll sushi, Tai roll, thin roll, hand roll, and inner roll ...... just the type."

While speaking, Ito had already come to Hanfeng's table and saw the seaweed sesame sushi in his bento.

"This ...... This is not sushi! ”

Ito Erfat was furious, "Sushi is not like this, you are lazy, you have defiled sushi, and the sushi that comes out of this way is simply ......"

"No soul?" The cold wind reminded him.

"Yes, sushi like this has no soul at all!" The second fat was very emotional.

Hanfeng was a little puzzled and looked at Iruka: "What's wrong with him?" ”

"Hanfeng, I told you before, Erfat...... Ahem, Ito's fellow student is a sushi maker. Iruka said softly.

"I see."

Hanfeng looked down at the seaweed sesame sushi in the bento and vaguely understood.

Sushi is probably sacrosanct in the hearts of Erfat classmates, it is faith, and it is chasing a lifelong dream, and these sushi made by Mebeko...... Don't say anything, the cold wind himself is wronged.

"Anyway!"

The second fat glared at the cold wind and said, "Moonlight and cold wind, the actual combat training in the afternoon, do a good job of enlightenment!" ”