Chapter 37: The Death of Ishizawa
When I arrived at the classroom, the students looked at Yayoi with a look of horror. Especially Shi Ze's friends, they didn't dare to raise their heads down.
After all, it's terrible for a guy to hit someone for no reason!
Ishizawa, who was being bullied, raised his head stiffly and wanted to look directly at Yayoi, but his eyes unconsciously dodged, and a frightened expression appeared on his face.
Yayoi's seat was in the back corner of his diagonal corner, so he slowly approached Ishizawa. Unexpectedly, when he was still 30 centimeters away from Ishizawa, Ishizawa suddenly screamed "ah" and fell to the ground.
When Yayoi saw this, she bent down and stretched out her hand.
Ishizawa was so frightened that he closed his eyes tightly, and after a while, when he opened his eyes, he realized that Yayoi had no intention of hitting him.
Watching Ishizawa trembling as he handed his hand, Yayoi smiled and pulled him up and slapped the dust off his body.
Then when Ishizawa was in a daze, he sat down in his seat.
"Compared to the scum in society, it's better than classmates!"
Yayoi sighed, holding a dagger, the five big and three thick robbers, but he felt a sense of humiliation for the first time in a long time. Remembering that he beat the "kind" Ishizawa before, it may be retribution.
How can a classmate be such an innocent creature, how can he be bullied casually!
Hearing Yayoi's self-talk, the classmates were stunned. Then involuntarily buzzed.
"I usually see him very lazy, playing with his mobile phone, sleeping. I didn't expect it to be really a bad one! β
"The first place in the grade turned out to be a bad boy, maybe he still has tattoos on his body!"
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"Maybe he'll have a machete in his bag!"
When Shi Ze heard this, his face turned pale, cold sweat flowed, and his whole body trembled violently.
There was a machete hidden in the school bag, and Yayoi hit him with the school bag! If the smash rises, just pull out the knife and give it to him......
The more Ishizawa thinks about it, the more terrifying it becomes, the outside world is too terrible, it's better to be at home. Mom, I'm going home, I'd better never come out again!
Yayoi didn't pay attention to the gossip of his classmates, and went his separate ways in March of the following year. Even if he leaves a campus legend: the perennial first place in the school is actually a bad teenager with tattoos all over his body and a machete in his hand, it has nothing to do with him.
It's just that he didn't expect that the male classmate in the back actually patted him on the shoulder, and I have to say that he is a very bold person. Yayoi turned around, and the classmate said, "Are you really a bad one?" β
"Of course not. My assistant is the delinquent boy. β
Cold sweat broke out on the foreheads of the classmates at the back table, and they said that it was not bad.
Yayoi suddenly remembered that wasn't this person who told him Ishizawa's information, and helped him rest directly for a month. I couldn't help but ask with great interest: "Classmate, what's your name?" β
The classmates in the back seat regretted it, why did they suddenly get into a bad conversation!
"Ahh Ahh β
"Huh?" Yayoi opened her mouth wide in surprise: "Is this world so dangerous?" β
"......" This bad show is funny?
"Jingle bells." After class, Yayoi turned his body right, Ah Xuan breathed a long sigh of relief, wiped the cold sweat, and was relieved.
The teacher walked into the classroom, looked at the strange Shi Ze, and asked with concern, "Shi Ze, are you sick?" Do you want to go to the health clinic? β
"Hey." Ishizawa walked towards the door, and when he walked to the lectern, he glanced back at Yayoi and found that he was smiling at him, his feet were weak, and he fell in front of the lectern.
"Shi Ze, it's okay for you!"
Ishizawa didn't respond to the teacher's words, and quickly climbed out with both hands and feet!
"What's going on?" The teacher touched his bald head and wondered.
Then he noticed Yayoi and said kindly, "Hattori, you're finally here, don't be so impulsive in the future." The teacher knows that you are a good boy. β
He disagreed with the school's suspension of Yayoi for a month. How could Yayoi-san take the initiative to bully others? I must have been wronged!
Isn't there a saying that is good? If you have good grades, you can really do whatever you want. Teachers and parents have an equation in their hearts.
Good learning = good moral character.
These two kids are fighting, it must be the fault of poor grades! Ishizawa didn't hand in his homework, he must have not written, Yayoi didn't hand in his homework, oops, he must have forgotten at home, and he can turn it in next time.
Ha! Yayoi slept in class, she must have studied too hard yesterday! Playing on your phone? That must be looking up information. Otherwise, how would he become the first in his grade?
"It's okay, teacher. It's also great to study at home! Yayoi said obediently.
"That's right, you must have met now."
Listening to the dialogue between the teachers and students, the students who thought they had the truth kept turning over the coffee table in their hearts!
"Students, turn to page 108 of the book, we ......"
Amid the sound of hypnosis, Yayoi fell asleep, and the teacher nodded approvingly. Yayoi-san has been out of class for a month, and he's still studying!
When it was time for class to end, Yayoi suddenly woke up.
He stood up and walked to the next classroom.
Looking at the delinquent teenager who left, the classmates relaxed.
"Ishizawa is so pitiful!"
"Hattori is terrible!"
"Big brother! Hattori is our big brother! β
"Why are Hattori's grades so good!"
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When he arrived in the next classroom, Yayoi saw that Miyoshi was also there. She danced in front of Yadou, and Yayoi approached and heard that she was talking about the story of the delinquent boy Yayoi.
Yadou opened his mouth in surprise.
Ignoring the best friends, Yayoi heads straight to Takami and Takagi, who are discussing a storyboard.
"Yo, Yacheng Mumengye."
"Don't talk about Yacheng Mu Mengye, otherwise does it make sense for us to change our pen name?" The highest covered Yayoi's mouth with his hand and whispered. Then he looked around at his classmates and saw that they were all chatting in groups and not following them.
"Is this your new work?" Yayoi said to herself.
"Hmm. It's a royal road comic. β
"Royal Road Manga," Yayoi frowned, but he didn't expect them to draw Royal Road Manga anyway.
"Can you show me?"
"Absolutely." The highest confidence handed the storyboard over.
βγAngel Daysγγβ Yayoi found that it was really the royal road manga in the original book.
"Ugh." He sighed.
The highest nervous asked: "What's the matter, isn't the story interesting?" β
"No, it's interesting. I just didn't feel sad that I didn't see the evil manga of Yajo Mumeha. Yayoi put the storyboard down and left absent-mindedly.
Looking at the departing Yayoi, the highest suddenly became less confident.
[No, it has to be king!] οΌ½
"Buzz." When he got to his seat, Yayoi's cell phone suddenly rang.
"Yoshida-san, what's the matter?"
"Mr. Hattori, the animation producer decided to remake "Steel", saying that the original work should be respected."
Because when "Steel" was animated, the comic was not finished, and the later stage of the animation caught up with the serialized content. The producers can only play on their own.
So the content of the later animation is not consistent with the comics.,Although the score is also very high.γ But the producer is by no means so simple because of respect for the original work.
"It's not about making money. So why are you looking for me in such a hurry? β
"Can the teacher not be so straightforward!" Yoshida said with a wry smile, and then he explained, "I hope the teacher can cooperate with the publicity." β
Nobuhiro Majo has already played in Europe, and only Yayoi is original.
"I promised." After all, it's also good for yourself.
He hung up the phone and found that his classmates were even more scared of him.
"He said the circle of money !!"
"Hattori can't be a mixed club!"
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"It's scary!! Mom!!! Ishizawa, who returned to the classroom, expressed his fear.