"War book?" Aoki Tsukasa looked at the information from Maeda Tora's investigation, and his expression was a little gloomy: "I didn't write it. ”

"Damn...."Aoki slapped the table angrily, what he hated the most was that someone was scheming behind his back.

Maeda Tiger and Matsusaka Daitake looked at each other, looking at the frowning brows of Aoki Tsukasa who was obviously very hot, and the cold light in his eyes was bursting, and for a while he was shocked by the sudden rise of Aoki Tsukasa's body, and he didn't dare to speak casually, and in the end, it was Fujiwara Miao who cautiously took the lead in speaking.

"But no matter what, whether someone is calculating the boss, or whatever, we already know the reason why they suddenly huddled." Fujiwara Miao sighed: "It's just that, maybe that group of people also knows this, and now they are just using the topic to play." ”

Aoki took a deep breath and calmed down: "No matter what, finding the murderer behind the scenes will be a matter for later." Now we have to solve the immediate problem first. This is a conspiracy, even if we know that someone is making trouble behind our backs, we must not retreat! ”

This matter wants to end, first, Aoki Division has won, naturally everything is over, and he can push the boat down the river to become the boss.

And the second way is to bow your head and admit it, but in this way, Aoki Tsukasa's reputation will definitely plummet, not to mention becoming the strongest bad high school student in the future, it's good not to be ridiculed by others. Not to mention that the system is definitely unwilling, even Aoki Tsukasa himself can't do this, and he's not a really soft guy with no temper.

Interpretation? The guys who had long wanted to clean up Aoki Tsukasa were not willing to let go of such a good opportunity.

"Well, there's only one way for us to do it." Fujiwara Miao's eyes flashed with coldness: "Divide them and eat them!" At the very least, create a time gap! ”

Maeda Tiger looked at Fujiwara Miao with a blank face: "Points... Divide what? ”

Tsukasa Aoki fell into deep thought: "What do you think?" ”

"I don't know how they got in touch, but it's safe to say that they're not of the same mind. We just need to find a way to separate them and break them down step by step. We can do that...."

Fujiwara Miao sneered and slowly explained her plan.

The more Aoki Si listened, the more he felt that it was feasible, and finally, he nodded decisively: "Just do it according to your method, time is pressing, if it is delayed until the end of school, maybe they will block us at the school gate." You'll be in charge of this, Miao, Fujiwara. ”

"Yes! Top dog! Miao Fujiwara smiled and nodded excitedly.

Maeda Tiger and Matsusaka Daitake glanced at each other, shuddered, and couldn't tell whether they were disappointed or scared in Fujiwara Miao's tone: "You guy, why are you so insidious.... Obviously, like us before, I only know how to move my fists, and my fists are still very soft. ”

"Hey! This is the art of war! Art! Fujiwara Miao's forehead burst out of the tic-tac-toe, and she shouted angrily: "I'm in the top ten of my grade, how can I be like you!" Also, my fists aren't soft at all! ”

Maeda Tiger laughed teasingly, pulling his eyelids with one hand and making a grimace: "Wuyang Honey Fist Fujiwara Miao." ”

"Cotton boxing champion Miao Fujiwara." Matsusaka Daitake did the same and joked at him.

Fujiwara Miao's eyes widened angrily: "It's better than the two of you stupid people who can't even write the art of war in their heads!" ”

Aoki Tsukasa looked at them relieved, and there was a casual joke, and he couldn't help but laugh lightly: "Although this method is good, a hard battle is inevitable, are you confident?" ”

Maeda Tiger and the others were stunned and grinned: "Confidence? ”

"Hey, do you have faith?" Maeda Hu turned his head and looked at the seven or eight bald boys behind him with some excited expressions, and smiled very arrogantly: "Today, we are about to reach the top of Wuyang High School!" ”

"Oh!" The bad boys behind him shouted in unison.

Fujiwara Miao looked at this scene and smiled sinisterly: "Although I don't know who the design boss is behind it, I'm going to laugh at his scheming." ”

"Boss, just today, let's get to the top!" Fujiwara Miao patted Aoki's heart: "Even if I die, I will let the plan be carried out as promised!" ”

Aoki only felt a surge of blood, he had never been young and frivolous, but in this life, what if he felt crazy?

"I didn't expect this day to come so quickly..... Let me take you to see the scenery at the top of Wuyang High School! Tsukasa Aoki smiled brightly: "So, let's get started!" ”

The delinquent teenagers let out a howl of excitement: "Action!! ”

Fujiwara Miao waved his big hand: "You come with me first, boss, you can sleep in the class, and it will depend on you at night!" ”

Aoki Tsukasa leaned against the wall and stretched, his expression was no longer as lazy as before, and his eyebrows and eyes were full of sharp aura: "Hmm! ”

If everything goes according to Fujiwara's plan, Aoki Tsukasa really needs to get a good night's sleep in the class and recharge his energy to replenish the energy lost from last night's insomnia.

After waking up, Aoki Tsukasa still has to use his fists to turn Wuyang High School upside down!

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"Jingle bell" The afternoon class bell rang as promised, Ueno Yang shook his fat body and slowly walked into the class, ignoring the disgusting eyes of the teacher and classmates, he came to the last row by the window, sat down, and the chair was creaked by him.

"Huh?" Ueno had planned to take out a snack from the hole in the table and take a few bites, but suddenly turned out a pink envelope that had been carefully sealed in red.

A slight flush appeared on his greasy fat face, and he couldn't help but swallow his saliva: This, is this a love letter?

Cautiously glancing around, Ueno Yang saw that no one noticed him, quietly put the love letter on the table, and used his plump body to block the sight that others might throw over, and the small radish-like thick fingers trembled and opened the envelope.

"Hello Ueno-kun, I've endured some things in my heart for a long time, and I haven't had a chance to tell you. I hesitated for a long time before I mustered up the courage to send this letter to you today. You.... Can you find me at the third seat in the grove after school in the afternoon? If you didn't come, I.... I'm never going to bother you again—I've been looking forward to you for a long time. ”

Ueno Yang's fat face was flushed with excitement, and he only felt that his mouth was dry now, and his head was blank: Heart, heart-chan?

Is it the short-haired heart sauce of the sophomore year of high school? Or the heart sauce with long legs in the third year of high school? Could it be the big-bogged heart sauce of that convenience store at noon?

This, is this a love letter!?

Ueno's breathing gradually became heavier, and his body was overpowered.

I! Ueno Yang! Received a love letter!!

Ueno Yang stood up from his seat suddenly, and the desk in front of him was hit by his big belly and fell forward, and the classmates in the front seat grinned, and the snacks in the table hole were scattered all over the ground.

"Teacher, I suddenly have a stomachache, can I go to the toilet!" Ueno's eyes turned red, the pink envelope was hidden behind him, and the hand holding the envelope was trembling slightly.

The teacher looked at him in disgust, but he didn't dare to say too much, so he had to hum, "Go!" ”

When Ueno Yang was out of class, the teacher chattered to the other students: "If you don't study hard, you will go to that kind of third-rate university in the future, and such things will still emerge in endlessly, if you don't want the university to be like it is now, be troubled by such people, just study hard for me, you know?" ”

Seeing that the other students nodded obediently, the teacher sighed and continued to class, feeling a little melancholy.

Ueno Yang grabbed the envelope, grabbed the envelope at the door of the class and looked around, seeing that there was no one, so he carefully smelled the envelope, a faint aroma made his legs a little weak, his face was red, and he limped towards the toilet while holding on to the wall.