Cherry blossoms appeared again in April, and on the first day of high school, Fujii tore off the calendar on the wall and pushed his bicycle out to school.

After a ten-minute ride along the cherry blossom road, I slid down the ramp, and at the end of the ramp, the familiar school gate.

"Good morning."

"Good morning."

Passing by classmates in the same school uniform along the way, Fujii had to say hello several times in a row, and now he has received much more attention than when he first transferred a year ago.

"Smack!"

As soon as Fujii raised his head, three girls who were obviously junior students greeted him in the parking shed, who were no longer brand new, and they should have been waiting here in advance.

"That, Fujii-senpai." The girl in the middle has a double ponytail and a round face, and she takes the cute route, not daring to look up into his eyes, and timidly handing over a white letter.

"I've liked you since a year ago, whether you accept it or not, please take my love letter and take a look."

Fujii Shu took the letter, and before he could speak, the three girls ran away, and he touched his face, there shouldn't be anything on it that could scare people, right?

Putting the letter into a shoulder bag, after a year of use, its shoulder strap has also worn out a little, but it can last for three or four years, and it is not a big problem.

When I came to the class, the first class this morning was the freshman assembly held in the school's Western auditorium, so there were few people in the classroom, and they all reluctantly went to the Western auditorium.

Not surprisingly, the withdrawn Hase-chan is still struggling in her seat, and she should be the last one to leave the classroom.

Fujii Shu put down the bag on his shoulder, turned around, and said to Azusa Hase, who was reading with his head down.

"If you don't go to the auditorium now, there won't be a seat for you later."

Hasezi shook her head, but she couldn't stand it and Fujii Shu forcibly dragged her up, and the two walked into the school's Western auditorium together, and the seats of thousands of people were almost full.

Each seat has its own class seat number, the seats of the third year of high school are relatively forward, Fujii Shu and Hasei Azusa sit down one after the other, the freshman meeting has not yet begun, he opened the long-lost gold finger panel, intending to assign free attribute points.

Name; Fujii Tree / Fujii Itsuki

Age; 18/50

Strength; 2.00

Physique; 2.00

Agile; 2.00

Intellect; 2.00/MAX

Charm; 2.00/MAX

free attribute points; 3.20

Skill;

Painting; LV4/13％

Literature; LV4/26％

Drive; LV3/67％

Cooking; LV3/71％

Judo; LV2/15％

Football; LV4/67％

(After adjusting the previous unreasonable data, the improvement after LV4 is not so fast to LV5.) )

There has been no increase in points for nearly half a year, so that after the attributes of the Fujii tree are all increased to 2.0, there are still 3.2 free attribute points left, and the life span has also risen to 50 years old with all attributes 2.0, so you don't have to worry about dying young.

"All attributes have reached 2.0, the new function simulation battle has been opened, and if you consume a little free attribute point, you will open a challenge to improve the proficiency of a specified skill, and quickly obtain a large number of skill proficiency points (you can't get free attribute points at the same time)."

"Optimize the calculation method of adding point consumption, no need to calculate multiples, and adjust the remaining free attribute points to 1.2."

A series of prompts sounded, and when he looked at the free attribute points he had saved, sure enough, there was only 1.2 left, Fujii Shu twitched the corners of his mouth, and began to increase his strength, physique, and agility to 2.4 each.

The warmth spread through his body, and he almost groaned, covering his mouth and nose, and the figure of the headmaster appeared on the auditorium stage, standing behind the speaker, using the microphone to deliver the old-fashioned and repetitive speech.

"Students, our Hachioji High School has a 96% admission rate in the last year, and two-thirds of them enter prestigious schools, and our students are admitted to Tokyo University, Keijuku, Imperial University and other schools every year."

"In terms of sports, the soccer club won the high school national championship and even defeated a strong man like Aomori Yamada."

"Please keep up your efforts, okay, now I invite the representatives of the freshmen to speak."

After 20 minutes of chanting, the principal finally had a dry mouth and remembered the following process, so that a girl wearing glasses from the first row of high school freshmen took the stage to give a speech.

"Students, teachers, school leaders..."

I thought she would say something different, but it was just another kind of torture, Fujii Shu directly and secretly turned on the phone, and the seat of the junior high school student was very far back, and no one should notice him.

There are also a lot of people playing with mobile phones around, and he boarded Huaguo's website, in 2013, it was the peak of the hot social platforms such as Tieba.

"Yongchang Club announced the signing of newcomer winger Zhao Xiangqian, who is 1.6 meters tall and weighs 50 kilograms?"

What's the use of such a winger? As soon as you touch it, you will fall, and there will be no one in Huaguo football at all.

Brush out the sticker bar on a hot post.,Fujii tree shook his head helplessly.,Next.。

"Experts from the Han Kingdom proved on a variety show that Fujii Shuzu is a nobleman of the Han Kingdom, which is justified and well-founded."

smiled, the genealogy of his hometown in Kyoto is still there, more than ten generations of farmers and merchants, and there have been two or three big businessmen with a net worth of ten thousand, so he left a more detailed genealogy, but he is obviously not a nobleman or a samurai, just look at his surname Fujii.

I used my mobile phone to kill the boring time, and when I was about to leave, Mr. Miyagi called him out alone and brought him to the door of the principal's office.

"Principal Sakura is looking for you, remember to listen more and talk less."

She left a reminder and left, leaving Fujii confused for a while.

"Knock knock!"

Lightly slammed the door twice, after all, it was the principal's summons, maybe it was because of his credit for helping the school team win the championship, and it was possible to give a separate reward.

"Please come in, Fujii-san."

A neutral voice came from behind the door.

Pushing open the three-finger-thick precious wooden door, Fujii stepped on the handmade Arabic carpet, gently closed the door, and walked into the large office where he could play badminton.

"Fujii-san, you didn't devote yourself to professional football, so I, as the principal, am very satisfied, have you ever thought about participating in any sports this year?"

Behind the mahogany desk, the gray-haired Principal Sakura turned the boss's chair, but he suddenly got stuck halfway through, but he still insisted on finishing his lines.

Sports, basketball?

The image of a man in black overalls dribbling on his back came to mind, and Fujii shook his head and drove out the memory, he didn't want to be an idol who had been practicing for two and a half years.

"As long as you can produce results, the school will also give rewards, the last year's football was quite good, and your tuition will be free in the future, and if there is a new breakthrough this year, there will be scholarships."

Principal Sakura stood up and forcibly straightened the boss's chair, sat down peacefully, his chin was supported with both hands, his reading glasses refracted the white light, and his bearing was exactly the same as that of Commander Ikaru.

Ho ho, here comes the opportunity to make money.

Smiling, Fujii began to choose a new direction.