"Are you looking for me?"
Hayato ran a hand through his wet hair. Just by looking at the water dripping from him, Shiina Chizuru could guess how heavy the rain outside must be.
In fact, due to being too frightened just now, Shiina Chizuru hadn't paid attention to the window, and only now heard the pattering sound.
Shiina Chizuru's gaze first swept over the dozens of band-aids on Hayato's neck.
Was he injured? she thought. But then again, with Mr. Hayashi's personality—saying "personality" didn't seem quite appropriate, as if she were very familiar with him, when in fact, the two had only known each other for three days. But this young man had indeed left Shiina Chizuru with an impression of being combative. Although his appearance could be considered gentle and refined—in that light, 'injury' was probably inevitable.
Then Shiina Chizuru looked at the umbrella in his hand.
He had an umbrella, so why was he drenched like a drowned rat?
In fact, Hayato came by bicycle. The advantage of a ghost fire bicycle is its speed; the disadvantage is that it's too fast. At that speed, even wearing a raincoat would get you flipped over, let alone holding an umbrella—it simply couldn't be held open.
But, now was clearly not the time to consider these things.
The moment Hayato appeared, Shiina Chizuru actually felt a sense of relief, which truly exceeded her expectations.
Shiina Chizuru kept telling herself that the person in front of her was also an enemy.
Her lips moved.
"...You, why are you here?" Finally, she couldn't help but ask.
"Oh, um..." Hayato scratched his cheek, "I met Teacher Tsukino outside, he told me..."
"Oh, is that so?" Shiina Chizuru didn't know what expression to use to face this young man.
Gratitude?
Or fear?
Hayato subconsciously touched the band-aids covering his neck like talismans, and then Tamura's furious shout echoed in his ears:
"It, it's him! The male deer, it's this brat! Quickly, get this brat..."
Then Tamura saw Brother Sheng, who had been smiling viciously just moments ago, now wearing a constipated expression.
He didn't answer a single word.
"Wha, what's wrong?" Tamura asked.
Brother Sheng was stunned.
You're asking me what's wrong, you bastard?
You called me handsome, Brother Sheng likes that.
But you're talking nonsense, Brother Sheng doesn't like that!
Do you even have any aesthetic sense, you bastard!
How could I be more handsome than Mr. Hayashi? Don't lose your conscience just to flatter—for a delinquent to use the word "conscience" shows the extent to which Brother Sheng was currently breaking down.
He gritted his teeth, staring intently at the drenched young man in front of him.
And the young man was also tilting his head, looking at him.
..."Oh, it's you?" He seemed to have just remembered who this person in front of him was. Then he muttered: "You blondes really all have the same donkey face. Sometimes I think a new character has just randomly appeared..."
Brother Sheng didn't understand what Mr. Hayashi was mumbling about.
He gritted his teeth, stomped his foot, filled with resentment:
"You, the one outside..."
Brother Sheng hadn't finished his question.
Hayato pointed to the doorway, "Are you talking about the one guarding the door for you?"
All those words Tamura said to Shiina Chizuru before were just for fun; the real plan had to be left to Brother Sheng.
Of course, he wouldn't leave the door unguarded. Nose Ring Man was sent by him to stand guard—Brother Sheng still knew a thing or two. If someone walked in while they were doing their business, it would be fine if they were willing to join in, but if they ran into someone who wanted to expose them, then he wouldn't be able to stay in this line of work.
Oshika Masaru was someone who knew how to threaten others, so he naturally wouldn't let others get a hold of his weakness.
Given Nose Ring Man's image, plus the backing of Oshika Masaru's reputation, he could certainly handle ordinary students with ease, but he didn't expect such an outlier to appear.
It seemed Nose Ring Man was in grave danger.
"Don't worry, he's still alive," Hayato said flatly, "He just got a blowjob."
He used the thumb and ring finger of one hand to form a semi-circle with a radius of about ten centimeters. "Something that big was shoved into his mouth. I wonder if his mouth will split open. I've always heard rumors of the Slit-Mouthed Woman, but I've never heard of a'Slit-Mouthed Man.' I wonder if he'll become a new urban legend."
Oshika Masaru looked at the size Hayato indicated, then subconsciously touched his own lips.
He was somewhat afraid.
Oshika Masaru never thought he would one day feel fear because of his lifelong passion for blowjobs and throat play.
"What, you dare hit Xionglu's lackey? How overbearing! You're asking for death!" Tamura almost shrieked, trying to make this top figure of Hachijojima High School make a move and completely crush this brat—
Hehe, Tamura had thought of a new game.
Later, he would tie up this brat, and then when he was having his fun with Shiina Chizuru, he would let this brat watch… A free flesh show, it would definitely satisfy this brat.
Oshika Masaru glared at Tamura.
Tamura immediately shut up.
He didn't really understand delinquents, and he didn't know if delinquents always exchanged harsh words before fighting—he thought he had interrupted the rhythm.
Sure enough, he heard Oshika Masaru loudly and majestically proclaim:
"Damn, it's my bad luck to meet you today! If you have the guts, let me go, and I'll scram right away!"
Tamura: ...
Huh?
How to put it, the tone was quite arrogant; Tamura thought Oshika Masaru was threatening others—if one ignored the actual meaning of the words.
"Ah," Hayato sighed, "I gave you a chance, but you're useless."
"Wait, wait, wait..."
Oshika Masaru watched Hayato approach him step by step, holding the umbrella, and immediately began to panic.
But his words did not stop Hayato's advance.
After much deliberation, Oshika Masaru finally made up his mind and struck!
It's not like he could really kill him!
His eyes changed, and he clenched his bony fist, striking towards Hayato's face.
"…Be careful!"
Shiina Chizuru couldn't help but exclaim softly.
Although in her heart, neither party seemed to be good people, for now, the young man's favorability… No, his level of aversion. Shiina Chizuru convinced herself to change the description, it was far lower than Tamura and Oshika Masaru's.
Oshika Masaru was a notorious 'prison-bound' talent in this school, and he was burly… Although the young man's height could rival his, even slightly taller.
But his build was clearly not thick enough.
It felt like Oshika Masaru's punch could shatter the young man.
But facing Oshika Masaru's incoming punch,
Hayato neither dodged nor avoided.
He raised his wrist and "smack" crisply caught the fast punch.
Oshika Masaru:?
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