Giorno Chopper has a dream to become a gang-star.

This dream is far from being realized, and he is not ready to realize it for the time being.

Because...

He is only 13 years old now.

Now he is just an ordinary student in an ordinary junior high school in Naples.

At this moment, instead of mixing in the gang as he longed, Giorno is also riding the school bus with a group of naïve and naïve little kids on that boring spring trip.

That's right, in Giorno's eyes, his classmates are basically little kids who can't communicate.

Unlike those naïve students who don't know what the world is like and how cruel reality is, Giorno had an extremely unhappy childhood:

The unidentified biological father had never been seen in Giorno's life: the guy seemed to be dead long ago, and all that was left was a strange photo of his face that he couldn't see clearly.

And his biological mother, a new-style trendy woman who grew up in the era of the big bubble in Dongying, happens to be a frivolous woman who refuses to bear the responsibility of being a mother and only knows how to have fun in bars and nightclubs.

Accustomed to living alone as a baby, Giorno left his hometown of Tokyo at the age of four with his mother, who was married to an Italian man, and came to Naples, on the other side of the world.

The loneliness of being uncared for, the misery of being uprooted from home, and the endless pain caused by the malicious abuse of that terrible stepfather...

Giorno grew up in the midst of suffering.

He is strong, calm, mature, steady, intelligent, and flawless.

Because of this unusual trait, Giorno seemed to be very unsociable among his mediocre junior high school classmates.

This can be seen with the naked eye:

At this moment, he was sitting in the window seat in the penultimate row of the school bus, silently and quietly looking out the window.

He was wearing nothing more than the same black student uniform as the other classmates around him.

But even so, Giorno's three-dimensional and resolute facial features like ancient Greek sculptures, the deep blue pupils like the surface of the Mediterranean Sea, the naturally curly and brilliant blonde hair, the slightly bulging and bumpy muscles...

All of them completely exposed his difference.

And the guy who is different is always lonely.

Giorno's otherworldly temperament can not only attract the girl's longing eyes, but also attract the hostility and jealousy of the school bully.

Even if Giorno was quietly leaning against the car window and looking at the scenery at the moment, there would be some boys who didn't like him running over to find trouble.

"Hey, hey... Giorno! ”

A tall guy came over with a few small followers:

"Shouldn't your hair be black?"

"Why did it suddenly turn golden!"

"Hahaha..."

"Do you think you don't look as good as us, that's why you dye off your ugly black hair!"

With a wicked smile on their faces, they unabashedly mocked the oriental blood in Giorno.

It's not because of racial discrimination, it's just a pretext - because of Giorno's super popularity among girls, and the cold personality that he ignores his classmates on weekdays, these bad boys with bad personalities have long been unhappy with him.

“......”

Giorno was silent for a moment, and then said very calmly:

"You're thinking too much, I'm not dyeing my hair."

Human beings are born xenophobic, and since he was a child, he has suffered a lot of bad treatment since he came to Italy.

But he didn't dye his black hair.

His current bronde hair, with its natural curls, had suddenly changed a few days ago.

At the same time as the hair color changed wonderfully, Giorno suddenly discovered that he seemed to have some special ability that ordinary people couldn't see at all.

Of course, he won't explain all this to his classmates.

He didn't need to explain, and he didn't bother to explain.

"Hey, hey!"

"No hair dye? Are you blind to us, Giorno! ”

Giorno responded calmly, but the bully's tone was more aggressive:

"Secretly dyed your hair blonde, and now you are too weak to admit it?"

"Phew!"

"What a lowly foreigner..."

The tall man in the lead cursed Giorno's immigrant status, and several of his little henchmen followed in shouting taunts.

Unfortunately, Giorno remained unmoved.

This complete indifference to their opponents made the bullies realize Giorno's disdain for them, and only further aroused the anger of these ignorant teenagers:

"Bastard..."

"Give me an honest confession!"

"I deliberately dyed my hair blonde, and I wanted to deceive the eyes of those girls in the school!"

The young man's ignorant jealousy gradually evolved into pure malice.

The tall man at the head not only increased the tone of the insult in annoyance, but even unscrupulously reached out to pluck the three "doughnuts" on Giorno's head... No, those three naturally curled blonde vortexes.

At this time, Giorno finally raised his head.

"Bored guys..."

With a gloomy face, he said in a flat but powerful voice:

"Don't make me say the same thing twice."

"What can be done once, but say it a second time... This shows that the obedient guy has a bad head. ”

He stared at the bully in front of him with those blue eyes as deep as the sea, and there was a terrifying momentum on his green and resolute face:

"I've already explained it, I didn't dye my hair."

"Please don't make me say it a third time."

"This..."

The bullies shuddered in unison.

Giorno only used a single expression to make them subconsciously feel fear.

What an expression this is...

They couldn't find the words to describe it, and if they had to use one word to describe Giorno's appearance at this time, it would be-

A Dio-like face.

However, the deterrence of momentum can only exist for a while.

The bullies quickly remembered their superiority and the fact that they had just been humiliated by Giorno pointing their nose at them:

"You stinky little ghost..."

"How dare you scold us for having a bad brain!"

They raised their fists in the air, as if they were about to start using violence in the next second

But Giorno's expression was still calm, so calm that the little ghosts who hadn't grown all their hair couldn't help but feel furious.

"Don't be afraid!"

In order to cheer up his own people, the tall man in the lead shouted fiercely:

"This kid is just pretending!"

"He's just a little stronger in his muscles, can he still beat so many of us by himself?"

"yes!"

"Don't be bluffed by Giorno, everyone!"

A small follower immediately echoed it, and by the way, he joked about a phenomenon fighting game that was very popular among their group of young post-85s from a certain hometown of Dongying, which was produced in Giorno's hometown:

"It's just a stinky boy from Dongying...."

"What are you afraid of, are you afraid that he will use 'Hao Yougen' and 'Adu Heel'?!"

“.......”

Giorno closed his eyes and sighed imperceptibly:

Really...

It's too much trouble to deal with this kind of brainless person.

Since you have to cause trouble, then I can only teach you a lesson.

"Do it, Gold..."

Giorno slowly opened his eyes, and there was already a steadfast hostility in his eyes.

"Adu follow!!"

A stunned exclamation suddenly sounded in the compartment of the school bus.

Of course, this was not the name of the move shouted by Giorno, but the astonished scream of a sharp-eyed teenager in extreme shock.

That's right...

Under the gaze of half of the students in the carriage, in the ordinary park woods outside the car window, a "qigong light group" very similar to the "Adu he" (wave boxing) in the street fighter game was blasted out.

It sped along a straight trajectory and collided head-on with the speeding school bus.

What's even more amazing is that this "qigong light group" actually penetrated the iron sheet of the car body directly, flew into the carriage, and finally coincidentally hit the tall boy who had just insulted Giorno.

And then, just the next second...

"Echo Strike!"

An oriental man with knotted muscles and a shiny scalp suddenly "flew" straight in from outside the car window.

Like a ghost, he cut through the iron barrier of the carriage, stirring up a gust of wind in the air.

Eventually, he quickly stopped his form and landed a kick on the tall boy's shocked cheek.

The invincible bully staggered to the ground on the spot, his face rapidly swollen like a foaming sponge.

"I'm sorry."

"That's the minimum force I can control."

The bald man said politely, "Anyway, thank you for being here." ”