Tokyo Wingman King

There are only three hands.

But I just can't win.

Perhaps I had anticipated this situation before I started to meddle in other people's business.

Sanzhongqiu said in his heart.

His physical fitness has deteriorated a lot. If it were two years ago, he would not have lost his strength so quickly.

His body had already started to go numb when he fell to the ground, and he subconsciously curled up to protect his internal organs.

Saneqiu is confident in his ability to withstand beatings.

To him, fists, shoes, and raindrops all felt the same when they hit his body.

Just endure the punches and kicks for a while longer, right?

When it comes to sexual energy transfer, violence is a great release path.

The energy and attention of these guys in Class 9 have been distracted, so at least this fight was not in vain.

However, he was not sure whether the girl would drop out of school. If she didn't want to, he naturally couldn't stay with her forever. So, the beating was in vain.

Saneaki closed her eyes.

This hell-like place should not have any conscience. So, what is the reason that those kind and weak people who should go to heaven appear in this hell?
There was no answer at this moment. Sane Aki only intensified her hatred for KKIS and the name Kujo.

Should I speak up and say that I am willing to be bullied by them on behalf of this girl, thereby provoking a conflict between Class 9 and Class 11, or between the two fraternities?

While my head was still calculating the possibilities, strange words suddenly rang in my ears—words that seemed extremely abnormal even in this abnormal school.

"Hello, are you my dear classmates from Class 9?"

The beating stopped temporarily.

The direction where Sanchongqiu fell was facing the entrance to the rooftop, and he couldn't help but look in the direction of the sound.

A thin young man in a black T-shirt opened his arms warmly to them.

However, there was no warmth in his voice and expression.

"I was wondering where you guys were going, and it turns out you were just relaxing on the rooftop. Everyone's back in the classroom for class, so you guys should go back as well."

This young man seemed oblivious to the violence he was experiencing.
The bastard who protected these bastards.
Sanzhongqiu closed his eyes again.

"Where did this psycho come from?"

"Go away! Stop meddling in other people's business!"

The bastards are scolding the bastard master.

The leading boy snorted and said,

"If I'm guessing correctly, you are the new teacher that Inukai mentioned, Shinichiro Kondo, right?"

new teacher
It seems like the idiots in Class 9 don't have a good relationship with their new teacher.

That’s right, this is the normal relationship between teachers and students in KKIS.

An idea flashed through Saneqiu's mind.

Is this new teacher, who looks a little abnormal, a kind and weak person who has strayed into this place, or an accomplice of evil who has come here because of his reputation?

Asama has already figured out the identities of the five people on the rooftop.

The girl kneeling on the ground and crying is called Serizawa Miya. She is also a student in Class 9 of the first year and has been the target of bullying by this group of people for a long time.

The person lying on the ground was the protagonist of the script chosen by Asama - Kiyoshi Masaki (Mie Aki) from Class 11, Grade .

Twelve students from Class 12 found 9/1 of the information in no time. Could it be that snapping their fingers worked?
"Since you know I'm a teacher, how can you say I'm meddling in other people's business? As a teacher, this kind of thing [encouraging students to study] should be a basic operation, right?"

Asama, like the character in the movie poster of "The Shawshank Redemption", maintained his all-embracing posture in the rain and approached the five people slowly and steadily.

Hearing the words "encourage to study", the man with a sloppy hair in the lead laughed.

"Hehe, please go back, Mr. Kondo. We will return to the classroom after we finish the things at hand."

Asana was not easily dismissed by just one sentence.

"What can't we deal with together in the classroom? People are not plants. They won't sprout in the rain, they will only get sick."

The leading boy glanced at the girl in the rain, revealed a look of understanding, and said contemptuously,

"Mr. Kondo, the first class of Class 9 doesn't seem to be your class, right? Or do you want to pretend to be a messenger of justice on the first day of school for some ignorant students?"

The two men on the left and right showed disdain upon hearing this and rubbed their hands ready to fight Asana.

"I wonder what the hell this guy is talking about all the time. Is he looking for a fight?"

"I think this bastard is sincerely looking for a lesson. Brother, Inugami's plan has nothing to do with us, how about we treat him well first?"

Asama showed a troubled expression, and while making a sign language to indicate "Wait, don't do it", he said,
"[Never try to win by force what you can win by trickery], you must have all read this sentence from Machiavelli's The Prince. If you haven't read it, you can sign up for my elective course. I will teach you what it means to be a good student who talks instead of fighting."

The two men who were ready to fight could neither understand what Asana said nor his sign language, and just thought that Asana Junjun was provoking him.

"What a bullshit impotence! I'm going to teach you how to write the word death first!"

"This guy is obviously mentally ill, stop talking to him!"

"Teacher Kondo! Take this girl back to the classroom first!"

Sanchongqiu, who had been lying on the ground in silence, suddenly spoke, and was then kicked hard.

"You useless jerk, did I ask you to speak?!"

It seemed as if it was only then that Asama noticed someone lying on the ground.

He looked at Sanzhongqiu, whose face was covered with rain, and was silent for a moment. He sighed, and his passionless face finally became a little serious.

"Although you don't waste time and can't create any value, it's better to waste time on studying than on fighting. Regardless of whether this student should be beaten or not, it's not fair for four of you to fight one. Serizawa, come back to the classroom with me."

"You wish, but you better stay here!"

"I told you to be a bitch!"

The two men, having lost their patience, attacked Asana with anger on their faces, but unexpectedly Asana suddenly slipped on the spot and staggered to avoid a punch in front of him and a kick from the side.

The boy who kicked had an unstable center of gravity and was [accidentally] tripped by Asama, while the boy who punched was not wearing a belt and his pants were [accidentally] pulled off by Asama.

Asama did not pursue the victory, but took a few steps to distance himself, ran to the entrance of the rooftop, turned around and said,

"Wait a minute, young man. I'll get you some help."

Asana's useless appearance made the two people who were caught in the rain feel a little cold in their hearts.

"Move your mother!"

The boy who had just fallen took off his leather shoes and threw them hard at Asama. The shoes hit the half-open iron door with a clanging sound.

The man with the slicked-back hair stopped the other two and said with a relaxed smile,
"Mr. Kondo, where are you going to get help?"

Asama answered from behind the door.

"Since you won't reason with the teacher, we'll have to let the instructor and the on-campus police reason with you later."

The man with slicked-back hair parted in a 3:7 ratio looked calm and composed, as if he didn't care at all about Asana's words.

"Go ahead, I hope your efforts are not in vain."

Another sentence came from the entrance of the rooftop.
"If you do too much evil, beware of being struck by lightning."

Hearing this, the man with the sloppy hair couldn't help but laugh out loud. In his eyes, no matter how harsh the teacher's words were, it couldn't change his cowardly nature.

What's the point of saying this?
Sanzhongqiu sighed in his heart.

From the moment the teacher pretended not to see him at the beginning, he knew the teacher's weakness, and it was good enough that he could say a word for the girl named Serizawa later.

Saneaki had no hope that the new teacher would call for help.

If these adults had a little sense of justice, the surveillance camera above the rooftop entrance would not have become a decoration.

Saneaki even thought that all the bullying scenes recorded by these surveillance cameras might be entertainment programs for some bigwigs to kill time.

"Isn't it too easy for him to let him go like this?"

The bastard who retrieved the shoes was still pissed.

The sloppy-haired bastard picked up the umbrella, handed it to the shoe-throwing bastard, and consoled him,

"Don't worry, the monk may escape, but the temple cannot. There will be plenty of opportunities to punish him in the future."

The pants-dropping bastard also picked up the umbrella and said,
"I am dying of laughter. Will calling the police help? This idiot doesn't seem to understand the situation at all."

Mie Qiu glanced at Serizawa Miya.

Her face looked even darker than at the beginning.

It seemed that with the disappearance of [the teacher], the little courage she had just developed also disappeared.

The slicked-headed bastard laughed,
"Unlike the previous teacher, I feel this guy is a little crazy. It seems that this semester will not be too boring."

"I also think this guy is not in his right mind."

After answering this, the pants-taking bastard pulled up his pants again, squatted down, and grabbed Serizawa Miya's hair.

He was still upset about his pants being accidentally pulled off by Asana.

"You stinky bitch, you were just laughing at me, right? Ah? Do you think you're going to be saved? Relying on these useless teachers, haha, haha——"

Sanzhongqiu heard a strange muffled sound in his ears.

The muffled sound came from the bastard who was taking off his pants.

The guy suddenly fell to the ground with his knees bent, his body twitching and shaking inexplicably, and a sound similar to that of bones breaking was made.

"what happened?"

"Oh my god! Is he having an epileptic seizure? I'll go call the school doctor!" Then there were two more muffled sounds, and the other two people seemed to be struck by lightning. Their bodies stiffened and they fell to the ground as if their cramps were pulled.

The greasy-haired bastard hit his face on the ground, and blood immediately flowed out, merging with the rain.

Strange sounds came from their bodies again.

Saneqiu looked at the greasy-haired bastard, his brain frantically searching for common sense, trying to explain everything in front of him.

Serizawa Miya looked away in fear, unable to bear to see the miserable plight of these three people.

At some point, the umbrella landed squarely on the heads of Mie Aki and Serizawa Miya.

The two people, who had already become drowned rats, looked at each other, and then looked up at the gray sky over the umbrella at the same time.

"If you do too much evil, beware of being struck by lightning."

The words of Mr. Kondo echoed in the ears of the two.

Did it thunder just now?

They stared at the sky in silence for five minutes before coming to their senses.

"Well, they won't die, will they?"

Serizawa Miya was a little worried.

Sanzhongqiu regained some strength and struggled to get up.

"I'll call the school doctor."

Serizawa Miya noticed the wound on his face and quickly went over to support him, saying distressedly,
"You need to see the school doctor. I'm sorry for getting you beaten."

"Why are you apologizing? It wasn't Serizawa who hit me, right?"

Serizawa Mei did not answer Mie Aki's question either.

"Let's go to the school infirmary first. By the way, I don't know your name yet. Thank you."

".Triple Autumn. The triple gate of hell, the autumn of execution after autumn."

"How can you introduce your name like this?"

The two walked to the entrance of the rooftop, only to find that the iron gate had been locked from the inside at some point.

Was it that bastard teacher who did this?
Did you lock it because you were afraid of being chased out by those three men?
San Chong Qiu was too lazy to get angry at this bastard. He turned around and looked at the trembling girl beside him and asked,
"Did Serizawa bring his cell phone?"

"I'm sorry, my phone is in my schoolbag, and my schoolbag is still in the empty classroom."

".No need to apologize at this time. Let me check if they have a cell phone in their pockets."

Sanzhongqiu quickly found his cell phone and called the police using an emergency call.

He could already imagine the call being transferred directly to the on-campus police office and the tone of the police officer who answered the phone, sounding annoyed.

However, contrary to Sanchongqiu's expectations, before the call was connected, the iron gate was opened from the inside.

The school doctor, the on-campus police, and teachers from the student guidance office rushed in holding umbrellas.

Mie Aki and Serizawa Miya also looked behind the crowd at the same time.

There was no sign of Shinichiro Kondo.

The unbelievable thing was confirmed after the instructor verified the surveillance video.

Three students from Class 9 of Year indeed suffered shock and broke their knees and other joints without any external force.

After explaining everything and receiving perfunctory comfort, Mie Aki and Serizawa Miya were taken to the infirmary by the school doctor.

The heating was unexpectedly turned on in the infirmary in September, which made the two people feel better before they had time to change their clothes.

“Who turned on the heating?”

"it's me."

"Is it necessary to turn on the heating in this weather?"

"I'm sorry, I've always had a cold constitution. Oh, you guys are here too."

Mie Aki and Serizawa Miya looked at the person who was speaking in surprise. It was Shinichiro Kondo, who was lying on the hospital bed, waving at them listlessly.

After some questioning, we found out that the teacher accidentally slipped while going down the stairs and rolled directly from the 4th floor to the 3rd floor, dislocating his arm.

"Mie-san, Serizawa-san, I'm glad you're all right."

Mieaki felt something was strange. Kondo teacher was clearly saying warm words, but his expression was as stiff as a mask. Could it be that this new teacher had facial paralysis?

He did not respond politely like Serizawa, but asked,

"How did Kondo-sensei know my name?"

“Because I’m a teacher.”

"."

The three of them lay neatly on the hospital beds. The school doctor pulled back the bed curtains and brought a set of dry clothes for Serizawa to change into.

The two men simultaneously turned their gaze towards the dark clouds outside the window.

"I'm sorry, I didn't expect KKIS students to be like this, becoming deserters."

".fine."

In fact, in Mie Aki's heart, she had already given Kondo Shinichiro a passing grade.

Mie Aki has already confirmed that Kondo Shinichiro called the training department and the police office before going to the rooftop; all his actions on the rooftop were to avoid conflict and delay time; and locking the door was also to prevent the adults from coming to the rescue.

But he was too naive. If those three people hadn't suffered inexplicable shock, the ending wouldn't have been happy.

If he had not come to KKIS to be a teacher, he might have gotten a higher score.

"I know the best way to face fear is to face it head on. It seems that dealing with troublesome students is different from riding a study bike for the first time, walking on a glass plank road for the first time, and bungee jumping for the first time."

The school doctor's voice came over.

"Teacher Sato, please stop nagging and let the students have a good rest."

"Sorry, and by the way, my name is Kondo."

"."x3
Mieaki had just closed her eyes when she heard Kondo's voice again.

"Mi-jo-san, will the other three continue to bully you?"

".No more."

"Teacher Kondo! I told you to let the students have a good rest!"

The school doctor's voice was filled with anger.

"Sorry."

Just like that, there was no other sound in the infirmary except the noise made by the school doctor applying medicine and bandaging the wound.

When the bell rang for the end of the second class, Mr. Kondo got out of bed, took the crutches handed to him by the school doctor, and limped to the door.

"Third period is my class, I'm leaving now. Serizawa-san, you don't have to get up, just rest here today. Same with Mie-san, take care of yourself."

Saneaki stood up and asked,

"Mr. Kondo, can I sign up for your elective class?"

"Students want to learn, so teachers don't have the right to refuse, right?"

"Great Sensei, have you taken the initiative to contact Discipline Masahiko?"

"Well, he's also going to sign up for my elective class."

"Awesome, an improvisational artist who doesn't follow a script."

"."

"Ji Ji Yaji, I found out the tail of the largest human organ trafficking organization in Tokyo. Do you want to play the long game?"

"Let's discuss this with Takishima, Nijo and the others."

“How does it feel to be labeled a clown by a fraternity on the first day of teaching at KKIS?”

"good."

"That's right, after all, the Great Sensei is a professional clown~"

".I have to go to class. I'm going to hang up now."

Asana came out of the bathroom with a cane and sighed.

There are too few people like Mie Aki who are bullied in this school, and too many people like Serizawa Miya.

The Stanford Prison Experiment is a good example of the distortion of power in a closed environment.

It is actually very common to lose one's identity in a semi-closed environment like a school.

He didn't quite understand why these people insisted on coming to school.

Do you think this is a place to overcome tribulation?
Anyway, reasons like [building good relationships] and [making it easier to go abroad] could not convince Asama.

After looking at the big data of KKIS's outstanding graduates, he felt that KKIS's diploma was more like a certificate of rapist against Japan.

Because of the heavy influence of the West, there are many people in KKIS who believe in God.

[Those who bully Sanjyouaki will be punished by God].

Such a topic will definitely spread.

But will the big fish take the bait for this improvisational script?

Asana shook his head, twisted the T-shirt that had already dried on his chest, tightened the crutches in his hands, and once again opened the door of Class 9 of Grade . (End of this chapter)