After the first round of the local competition, the members of the school team were sought after to a certain extent, and Fujii, who had two goals and one assist, when he went to school on Monday, opened a long iron cabinet with his name and class in front of the cabinet door where the students changed their shoes, and several colorful love letters fell at his feet.

Ahh

While watching Korean romantic dramas, Qi Yuan's eyes have turned red, and he only has stinky indoor shoes in his shoe cabinet, and he can't find rare props like love letters.

Bending down to pick up the fallen love letters, Fujii Tree opened them one by one during class, mostly some confessional words, juanxiu's handwriting, and fragrant stationery, if it was a boy like Suhara, he would definitely fall into a dilemma of choice.

Fujii Shu put them in his shoulder bag, and he didn't plan to go to the meeting at the agreed place on the love letter, so a silent refusal should hurt the girl less, and there are always a few people who take the initiative like Mao Asami in the class.

"In the Jin Taiyuan Dynasty, the Wuling people fished for their business..."

In the last Chinese class in the morning, the teaching materials of the island high school were also mixed with many famous Chinese texts, and the class leader Chika Akiyama stood up and recited this famous work of Tao Yuanming in Chinese.

I always feel that the pronunciation of the island people has always been very problematic, and both English and Chinese sound awkward.

Even after three years of soul wearing, Fujii Shu is still very unaccustomed to this kind of stiff Chinese, and the teacher Miyagi on the podium noticed him, thinking that he wanted to express himself, and asked him to read it by name.

"Nanyang Liu Ziyi, a noble scholar, heard it, and happily went there."

Fujii finished reading to the end, pronounced the words in a round, and he stood by the window, bathed in the sun, and ended the last paragraph with the surprised gazes of his classmates and Miyagi-sensei.

"Unsuccessful, the search for the disease is over, and then no one cares."

"Please sit down, Fujii-san's Chinese is very good, and his pronunciation is very standard among Chinese people, if he usually uses Chinese, the teacher and I think he is Chinese."

Miyagi-sensei did not hesitate to praise her, she herself graduated from the Department of Literature of Imperial University, a student of the Department of Literature of the island country, and she knows a certain degree of sinology, but she is not a cultural waste that only uses katakana.

The squad leader, Chika Akiyama, turned his head from the middle seat and looked at Fujii Tree seriously, originally he not only had an appearance, but also a lot of things inside.

She combs a single ponytail that is easy to care for, her figure is slender and long, her swan-like white neck is covered with a layer of fine fluff, her melon seed face with a pointed chin is delicate and small, and she has the pure temperament of a small jasper, the hills on her chest are slightly undulating, one hand can be grasped, under the slender waist, a pair of straight long legs that are rare for island people, almost one meter long, and her height is just stuck at a height of one meter sixty-nine, no more, no less, and the proportions are perfect.

I was a Chinese in my last life, teacher.

Fujii thought to himself, but he couldn't tell the truth, and a faint smile appeared on his face, as if he was very useful.

Fujii-san, no matter what you do, it's very dazzling.

Azusa Hase, who was in the back seat, secretly looked at Fujii Shu, who was sitting back in his seat and spinning with a gel pen in his hand, with an unconfident gaze.

And in the corner, Mao Asami, who had failed to confess before, saw Azusa Hasei staring at Fujii and clenched his fists.

During the lunch break, Fujii went up to the roof of the school, and in the shade at the back of the entrance, he nibbled on the school's bread, which he would not touch, and he bought ordinary meat floss bread and a bottle of orange soda for 200 yen.

Not long after sitting down, there was a sound of pushing the door on the rooftop, followed by a series of footsteps, mixed with insulting words, listening to the voice, the leader was the soft and weak Asami Mao that day, and at this moment her clip sound became cold and impermanent.

"Stay away from Fujii-kun, Giant Girl!"

"Be clear about your position, obediently stink in the garbage heap, a boy like Fujii Tree, you are not even allowed to look at it."

"You know what? Stupid. ”

A few slaps, a burst of sobbing, the abusers left in a hurry, leaving a low choked sound, Fujii Shu was not in the mood to taste the bread, he turned the entrance to the rooftop, and sure enough, it was Hase-san-san in the back seat who was hurt, and the lunch she brought was spilled on the ground, and she sat on the floor in embarrassment, covering her red cheeks with her hands.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bother you."

Azusa Hasei didn't pay attention to who it was, and only knew that apologizing would only be a useless and shameful evasion.

"Do you want to eat? I can't eat it anymore. ”

The meat floss bread that had just been opened was still steaming, and Fujii Shu handed it over.

"Thank you... You, Fujii-san. ”

Azusa Haseki took his kindness, and when she looked up again, it was a face that made her heart beat faster.

"Why not resist? They're going too far. ”

Fujii squatted down, he remembered that in his previous life when he was in middle school, he had seen a similar situation, there were always one or two people in the class who were often bullied, and he always stood by like everyone else.

"The more you resist, the more you will intensify next time, and if you don't do anything, you will forget about me in a few days."

Azusa Hasei answered truthfully, Fujii didn't know what to say, the parties didn't resist, and he, an outsider, had no reason to intervene.

"If they still use me as an excuse to bully you, just tell me."

He had no choice but to get up and remind Azusa Hase.

"It's about the reputation of both of us, you know?"

"I see, Fujii-san."

Azusa Hasei replied weakly, she seemed to be a little afraid of such a Fujii tree.

After school at 3:30 p.m., the school team's football training began as usual, changing into light short-sleeved team uniforms, and there were more students on the field watching their training, both male and female, which was much more balanced than before.

'We switched to a 442 diamond midfielder, which is a tactic that Ferguson of Manchester United in the Premier League carried forward.

Coach Fukai introduced his updated style of play to the warm-up players, he put Fujii in the forward position, Suhara continued to play as a central striker, Yoshinaga Konishi remained in the right winger position, and Captain Nakamura pulled to the back of the midfield as the central midfield.

"Fujii has the command of the frontcourt, you have a good opportunity and when you are in trouble, pass the ball to him, let him organize the attack, Suhara is at the front, attract the enemy's central defenders, and Yoshiyuki Konishi pulls the side to respond."

Coach Fukai used a chessboard to simply exemplify his new formation, fortunately, it was changed from the regular 442 to the diamond-shaped midfielder 442, the difference is that the requirements for the front and back are higher, during this time he studied Manchester United in the Premier League, and also asked Coach Yasuda a lot, which is considered to be some experience.

"Fujii Shu, as soon as you get the ball, you can judge whether to pass the ball or attack by yourself, the core of our attack is you, do you have confidence?"

Picking up the thirteenth piece on the chessboard, Coach Fukai put it in a key position, turned his head and asked Fujii.

"Yes, leave it to me."

Naturally, Fujii will not refuse, and no one will give up the opportunity to become the core, which is an honor and will also bring pressure.