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A silent night, and it was six o'clock in the morning.

Qingze woke up on time.

Classes at Guanghui High School start at nine o'clock.

He shouldn't have gotten up so early, but since he joined the kendo club, he had to train in the kendo club.

Morning activities are inevitable. I have to get up at six in the morning, finish breakfast at about 6:30, jog to school, and start training with the kendo club.

Until ten minutes before class starts.

Such rigorous training is naturally in preparation for the Jade Dragon Flag.

He is the only one who holds on to the entire kendo club.

Even if he has obtained super powers now, Qingze will not take it lightly. He knows very well that only a strong willpower can control super powers.

If you want to have strong willpower, you must develop good habits of self-discipline.

Only those with lax willpower will find various reasons to reward themselves.

The strong only reward others.

Qingze dressed, opened the bedroom door, and said, "Good morning, Chiyo."

"Hmm." The faint nasal tone is so enchanting.

Chiyo Morimoto does yoga in the spacious area of ​​the living room.

The light beige yoga suit fits tightly to her body. Her legs are very soft, so the splits are nothing. The really amazing thing is the single-leg forward flexion stretch.

It’s really full.

Qingze was so excited by what he saw that he couldn't help but wonder whether she had any bones in her body.

I feel like I can unlock all kinds of new and interesting postures.

I really don’t know which bastard will get the advantage in the future.

Oh, it's him, that's okay.

Qingze withdrew his gaze, bent slightly, and walked towards the bathroom in small steps.

Chiyo Morimoto raised the corner of her mouth slightly. You little brat, did you think she didn't notice anything unusual?

Chapter 7: Chatting during class

Guanghui High School, Class 2, C.

Leisure time after the first class.

Qingze reached out and patted the shoulder of Hojo Tetsuji beside him, and shouted: "Hey, Hojo, get out of class is over, wake up and stop talking nonsense."

Hojo Tetsuji was wearing sunglasses, so it was hard to tell whether he had his eyes open or closed. Only when he raised his head and stretched lazily did people know he was awake.

"It's finally over. This is such a terrifying hypnosis."

Qingze complained, "Seriously, why did you come to class?"

Hojo Tetsu pushed his sunglasses aside and said with a very serious expression, "Of course it's for study."

There were still red marks on her cheeks from lying on her hands, which was totally unconvincing.

Qingze shook his head. Even though he didn't like studying, he still insisted on coming to class every day. There could only be one reason.

"Hojo, you like a girl in your class, right?"

"How did you know?!"

Hojo Tetsuji had a very shocked expression on his face. He thought he had concealed his little thoughts very well, but he didn't expect that they would be exposed.

Could it be that this guy can read minds?

"Damn it, I was careless, don't continue to invade my brain!"

Hojo Tetsuji suddenly shouted and remembered what was said on TV. At this time, people only need to enter a state of nothingness and empty their brains to avoid the influence of mind reading.

He kept chanting Namo Amitabha, trying to divert Qingze's attention from his mind reading ability.

Qingze looked at him in a daze and could only sigh that when Hojo Tetsuji, who was originally a fool, encountered Japan's happy education, the effect produced was not one plus one equals two.

I will never be able to make a living by relying on my brain in this life.

Qingze didn't bother to explain to the other party that he didn't have the ability to read minds, and looked at the front table.

Her long golden hair cascaded down her back.

When the sunlight outside the window invades the classroom, the golden hair will become shiny and very beautiful.

It's not that time yet.

Qingze lay on the table, counting the girl's hair leisurely.

Phoenix Academy Meiji didn't leave her seat, and she knew she had no friends at a glance.

The circle of a class is often fixed on the first day of class division. On the third day, a girl transferred to the school and was so pretty that no girl would want to get close to her.

In other words, she was lucky not to be bullied.

Qingze thought about it and decided to be friends with him. He couldn't just lie here and count his hair after class. "Hey, Fenghuangyuan, have you heard about Kita Senju?"

……

Meiji Fenghuangin was reading a book, or rather, she was pretending to read a book, so that people wouldn't think she was just sitting here in a daze, looking pitiful and without friends.

Even though she was in such a miserable state, she didn't want to bother with the person sitting behind her, nor did she want to talk to her deskmate.

The guy sitting at the back table was a strange guy whose mind was unknown.

The classmate sitting next to me has a middle-aged man with sunglasses and a beard. Is this guy really a high school student?

Fenghuangyuan Meiji felt that she was extremely unlucky to have met this pair of perfect match.

Even worse, the person at the back table wanted to talk to her.

Her good upbringing made it impossible for her to ignore other people's harmless conversations. She turned slightly and looked at the boy sitting behind her with her bright eyes.

The other person had a neat crew cut and his smile was as clear as an unpolluted lake.

"I've heard about the Kita-Senju incident, do you have any questions?" "What do you think of Iwama Takehiro?"

If Qingze wants to chat to pass the time, he must choose the hottest topic at the moment.

"A reformed coward." Meiji Hououin gave her own evaluation.

She read the police's follow-up reports and had a different view of Takehiro Iwama's life experience.

Many religious people on the Internet tout Takehiro Iwama's transformation as salvation from God. If not, how could a gambler become so heroic and fearless?

In the eyes of Miki Hououin, this is a coward who realizes that he has done something wrong and then tries his best to make up for it.

If you really have the courage, you should stay away from gambling shops like Pachinko before anything happens.

Instead of crying and regretting that you shouldn't have done that after your family is broken up.

Qingze showed some interest and said with a smile: "People on the Internet say that he was inspired by God. Don't you think so?"

“I don’t believe in God.”

Miki Hououin is a staunch atheist.

She believes that gods are just a group of weak and powerless people who created fictitious spiritual supports in order to escape their own powerlessness.

The church takes advantage of people's inner weaknesses and uses them to seek benefits.

"If there is no God, then how do you explain that Iwama Takehiro alone killed so many Yakuza?"

Qingze turned into a nitpicker and continued to ask questions.

Hojo Tetsuji, who was almost asleep next to him, heard the topic he was good at and joined the conversation: "What's so difficult about this? I often fight dozens of people alone."

"You are the exception. Not everyone can fight as well as you."

Qingze just complained about what Hojo Tetsuji said without questioning it.

Because he saw with his own eyes this man, a high school student, knock down dozens of people with his bare hands.

In a bad school comic, he would be a definite male protagonist, but his dream was not to become the top bad boy in Japan, so he missed the chance to be the protagonist.

"hehe."

Meiji Fenghuangin had a gentle smile on her face, but she didn't believe a word of it in her heart. It was too much of a boast to say that one person could beat dozens of people. It would be more domineering to say that he killed a thousand people.

"I guess it's the adrenaline."

Miki Honoka continued to express her opinion on Takehiro Iwama’s fight, “The strong hatred and anger caused Takehiro Iwama’s adrenaline to surge rapidly, just like taking stimulants, making him forget the pain.

However, this is my personal guess, and the specific results need to wait for the police to conduct an autopsy on him. "

"It's impossible for the police to conduct an autopsy on him. Now the group of fanatics are surrounding him at the end of the street, saying they want to protect his body. From what I saw in the video, the police's fighting ability is not as good as that group of believers."

Phoenix Court Beauty was silent for a while, then sighed: "This is indeed a problem."

Unable to come to a specific conclusion and unable to verify whether what she said was correct, she felt a little anxious and wished she could turn herself into a forensic doctor and rush up to perform an autopsy.

But she had not learned the relevant knowledge, so she could only give up the impulsive idea.

The topic had already reached an unbreakable barrier, so Qingze casually changed the subject and asked, "Fenghuangyuan, where did you dye your hair?"

Phoenix Court Miki said truthfully: "I am of English and Japanese descent, and my hair has never been dyed."

"I guess that's it. If it were rendered, the hair color would never look this good."

"Hehe." She smiled, not knowing whether to be happy or disgusted. It seemed inappropriate to comment on a girl's hair color in person.

However, when she saw Qingze's unconcealed smile and felt that he had no ill intentions, she took it as a kind compliment.

Chapter 8 You have no moral principles

In fact, Aosawa and Hojo Tetsuji are nice people.

After communicating during the morning and afternoon breaks, Fenghuangyuan Meiji's impression of the two people changed greatly.

From being strange guys at the beginning, it became a good choice to chat with them and kill time.

At least there aren't as many twists and turns as others.

Both of them are very straightforward, unlike other boys who are either too self-abased and can't even speak clearly.

Either they are overconfident and start with a passionate confession.

Their communication was normal.

What Phoenix Court Miki wants is normal communication.

Of course, Fenghuangin Meiji is not bad at communicating with people in a roundabout way.

As a young lady, she knows very well how to win the favor of others.

She has the ability to become good friends with anyone in the class.

But she was too lazy to do that.

The only people who deserve her hypocritical treatment are people of the same status.

The gap in status between her and her classmates was obvious, and she could not gain any benefit from their hypocritical treatment.

The only emotion that Miki Hououin wants to gain from her classmates is the truth that cannot be obtained through false etiquette.

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After school, in classroom 2C.

"Hojo, do you want to join the Kendo Club?"

Qingze reached out his hand to touch Hojo Tetsuji who was about to leave, "With your talent, it would be a waste if you don't learn kendo."

Hojo Tetsuji shook his head and said, "I have no interest in kendo. Those complicated rules are not suitable for bad people at all."

"Going to school every day, how can that be considered bad?"

Qingze complained about his bad principles, his eyes swept across the classroom, locked onto a black-haired girl, and shouted, "Hey, Yoshikawa, what do you think of boys who practice kendo?"