Didan Primary School Year 6 Class A.

Yoriko Matsumoto, the head teacher, stood on the podium and said with a kind smile on her face: "Today, there is a new classmate in our class, it is said that he has just come from the United States, everyone should take good care of him, I believe everyone must be good children, right." ”

"Yes—" the elementary school students replied in unison.

"Miyamoto-san, come in and introduce yourself." Yoriko Matsumoto smiled and looked out of the classroom door.

The door was opened.

The white-haired boy walked in with a doll bear in his arms.

"Write your name on the board and tell everyone." Matsumoto handed him a piece of chalk and encouraged.

"Okay." Aitto nodded.

Stand on tiptoe, straighten your arms, and write your name on the blackboard with chalk.

In this way, it will be written a little higher, and more people will see it.

"Share your information with everyone and enjoy your interests." Matsumoto Yoriko looked at the words written by the other party.

It is not the immature, round and lovely handwriting of elementary school students, but the elegant, sharp handwriting.

It's hard to imagine the handwriting of a schoolboy.

"My name is Miyamoto Aito, I am 12 years old this year, my birthday is April 1st, I like to eat desserts, the sweeter the better, my interest is musical instruments, I hope to become friends with everyone." The white-haired boy held a doll bear, stood on the podium, and introduced himself with a warm smile.

As if with an inexplicable contagion, the people watching couldn't help but smile.

Calling the extent of kawaii.

"Aito, sit next to Hideki Zhuxing." Yoriko Matsumoto pointed to a position.

Aitto looked over there.

Next to the empty seat was a black-haired boy in a red suit, with a dark complexion, a somewhat fierce look, and a raised eyetail, looking arrogant and flamboyant.

The surrounding classmates seemed to be a little cautious when they looked at each other.

"Okay." Aito looked at the head teacher and nodded, and walked towards the empty place next to Hideki Zhuxing.

"What is your relationship with the Miyamoto Group?" Zhuxing Xiuchang sat in his position, knocking on Erlang's leg, his eyes full of condescending sces.

Miyamoto Aitto's dress looks quite pleasing to the eye, the sapphire on the neckline is genuine, not an inferior decorative prop, and he is finally not a guy with a poor sour smell all over his body.

He didn't want to sit with that kind of person.

"My surname is Miyamoto." To the question of Hideki Zhuxing, the white-haired boy just replied like this.

He's just surnamed Miyamoto and that's it.

As for why his surname is Miyamoto......

It's just because the couple's surname was Miyamoto.

They burned his mark.

Miyamoto Etto, the name that originally belonged to their lost child, has been with him ever since.

Aito's eyes under his sunglasses drooped, and he thought about the feeling of having the name printed on his body.

He seemed to vaguely smell the smell of burning parts of his body at that time.

It is also possible that I was too hungry at the time and had hallucinations.

[Don't leave us, Ato.] ］

[You can't escape now.] ］

[Wherever you go, we'll find you.] ］

The woman stroked the name burned on him again and again, and the words were full of love and paranoia.

"Okay, I agree that you will sit next to me." The attitude of the stars changed instantly.

No longer condescending, but egalitarian.

The people of the Miyamoto group are indeed qualified to sit next to him.

"The classmates around you seem to be scared of you." Aitto looked around at the cautious students.

"Because their status is not as high as mine, they are afraid that I am natural." Zhu Xing Xiushu said indifferently.

At the age of twelve, he has already divided the people around him into three, six, nine and so on.

Look down on the existence of a lower class than oneself.

"You don't feel that way, do you?" Hideki said tentatively.

"Not at all." The boy smiled.

What does it feel like to be afraid? I haven't experienced it at all.

"Want to join my squad?" Hideki looked at Miyamoto Aito and asked.

The other person is entitled to follow him.

"Squad?" Aitor spoke in a puzzled tone.

Study groups?

Thinking about what he had learned about the existence of school, Aitto fell into thought.

His self-introduction on the podium was also based on a template.

Only the name and age were changed.

"They are all people of the same class as us, if you join, I can introduce you to them." Hideki Zhuxing's tone was proud.

He has his own small group, and usually only plays with his own small group.

He didn't like the others, and he didn't want to play with them at all.

"It's not a study group, so forget it." Aitto said in a disappointed tone.

Zhu Xing Xiushu's expression suddenly became wrong.

Study groups? What's going on in the head of this guy surnamed Miyamoto?

His squad is much more high-end than the so-called study group!

Many people don't have a chance to join if they want to!

"Do you know what you turned down?" Zhuxing Xiushu's face was ugly.

"Rejected you, what's wrong?" Aitto asked politely.

Hideki Zhuxing showed an expression of disbelief.

This guy knew it was me, but he refused.

It's even so reasonable.

Isn't that even more arrogant than yourself?!!

Zhu Xing Xiushu glared at the new table mate viciously, turned his head sideways and ignored him.

He would never invite Miyamoto Ato to join him again.

Just let the other party play with those poor sour guys.

Aito, who was glared at, looked at the other party's appearance, looked at the Daifuku in his arms, and looked puzzled.

It's so angry, it's amazing.

However, the book says that you should have a good relationship with your classmates, so that you can have a pleasant campus life.

So it should ...... Comfort the other person?

"Got angry because I wasn't on your group? Then if I join, can you stop being angry. The white-haired boy tugged at Hideki's clothes.

Zhuxing Xiushu glanced at him haughtily.

Oh, I want to join now, it's too late.

"It seems that this kind of comfort is useless, then forget it, and come back to you when I think of the next way to comfort you." Aitor withdrew his hand, his tone both earnest and perfunctory.

Hideki Stars: ?

You'd better coax me now.

I won't have a chance next time!

He stared at the young man who was listening carefully, and his anger was +10.

When you see the other person being surrounded by others after class, you get angry +20.

When I see each other and other people, hello, hello, hello, everyone, the anger directly bursts into the table.

He left the classroom with a soccer ball.

"Young Master Zhuxing's temper is still not good, but his grandfather is the deputy director of the Metropolitan Police Department, and his mother is the eldest lady of the Fujiwara family, so it's no wonder he's so arrogant." Someone looked at the back of Zhuxing Xiushu leaving and whispered.

"He usually only plays with fifth-grade Kikukawa, Emori, and Takizawa."

"Be careful if you make him angry." Someone said to Ato.

"By the way, did Miyamoto-san live in the United States before? English must be good, right? ”

They shifted the conversation back to Miyamoto Otto.

"It's okay." The white-haired boy behaved very gently and approachable.

It is in stark contrast to the unapproachable, towering stars and trees.