Redeem the fallen girls, but they come after you

"Eh? What are you doing?" The pretty girl was startled, shook her hands, and took a few steps back.

Oh no, I’m wearing a mask. I wonder if the mask will expose me.

Fortunately, the pretty girl did not recognize Shirakawa's second-year mask. It seems that every time a mask is put on, depending on the different clothes, it will refresh other people's memory of the user.

This prop is quite useful.

"Hello, classmate, I want to ask where Yoshioka is?"

"Hey, what do you want to do with him?"

"I have always admired Boss Yoshioka. I want to follow in his footsteps and become a passionate man like him. If I have the chance in the future, I also want to become the boss of Chenghuang Junior High School." Shirakawa said sincerely, as if it were true.

"Uh, I don't know where he is either." The pretty girl shook her head repeatedly. She didn't want to waste time with this boring little fan boy, so she turned around and was about to leave.

"Please, sister." Baichuan grabbed the pretty girl's arm again and asked affectionately, "I really want to meet Boss Yoshioka. Can you tell me the whereabouts of the boss?"

The pretty girl smacked her lips, looking a little unhappy, but seeing this little fan boy begging her, she could only sigh helplessly.

"Well~ It's not that I don't want to tell you, I just really don't know. Yoshioka and I have only met after school. I have never seen him in school." The pretty girl replied, "But he seems to be a third-year student. You can go to the third floor to take a look."

"Okay, thank you, thank you sister." Baichuan bowed repeatedly to express his gratitude.

The pretty girl turned and left. She didn't want to communicate too much with these insignificant people of the opposite sex.

Shirakawa thought as he went upstairs.

Combine the known clues about Yoshioka.

Cecia said that without his brass knuckles, he couldn't even beat Maki.

The Metropolitan Police Department never caught him.

And he refused to take off his brass knuckles in the alley.

Plus what the pretty girl just said.

Taking all this into consideration, we can only draw one conclusion, that is, Yoshioka is likely to be able to change his physical condition after putting on the brass knuckles.

In other words, we should not judge people by their appearance or have preconceived notions, but should record all suspicious people.

Baichuan went straight to the third floor.

The atmosphere in the third floor for senior high school students is completely different from that for freshman year.

There were very few people decorating for the school festival. Some were there to prepare for college entrance exams, while others were just a bunch of bad guys hanging out and chatting with each other.

He even saw the crew cut and scarred man who had been beaten up by him before. Some of them were wrapped in bandages, while others were using crutches and looked very miserable. They discussed the rumors about Brave B with other bad people and speculated about his true identity.

It is not advisable to stay here for long. It is better to find the clues and leave quickly.

Baichuan followed the same method and continued asking questions in classroom after classroom.

When the scope is smaller, the investigation will be relatively easier.

There are only a few people with the last name Yoshioka in the senior year class, and they are all girls.

But asking too many questions made those bad guys start to become suspicious of Baichuan.

Is it really going to be a waste of time?

Until Shirakawa reached the last classroom and met the last Yoshioka.

This Yoshioka is completely different from the one I saw before.

A weak, pale, short-haired man sat in the corner of the classroom. His eyes were filled with fatigue and he coughed violently from time to time, looking like he was about to faint at any time.

Holding a pen in his hand and wearing black-framed glasses, he concentrated on doing the questions.

Among this group of Yoshioka, his characteristics are the most obvious.

Without any friends or partners to discuss and talk with him, he felt extremely lonely.

It was obvious that he had nothing to do with the big boss Yoshioka in terms of personality and appearance.

However, it was precisely because he was so weak that Baichuan felt suspicious.

He was ridiculously weak, and he was the only male Yoshioka in the third year of high school.

Shirakawa lifted his mask to make sure his face was covered, then walked up to greet the suspicious "Yoshioka".

"Hey, classmate, good morning."

"Hello." Yoshioka just looked up, said hello, and continued to do his homework.

"Classmate, do you know Boss Yoshioka?" Shirakawa started to probe.

"Boss Yoshioka? The delinquent boss of our school?"

"Yes."

"do not know."

"Then do you know where the boss is?"

"do not know."

Yoshioka knew nothing about anything and his tone was very cold. He never treated Shirakawa well.

"Hey, classmate, are you also called Yoshioka? People with the same last name will probably care a little bit."

"You're taking it for granted," Yoshioka retorted, "There are many people with the last name Yoshioka. I'm not interested in other Yoshiokas, especially those bad students. Go away and don't disturb me while I'm doing my homework."

You can hear the hatred in his words.

After saying that, he continued to work on his exercises.

"Oh, okay." Bai Chuan was about to get up and leave when he suddenly turned back and asked, "Classmate, have you heard of the rumors about Brave B?"

Baichuan was still planning to ask some questions.

"Who is Brave B? I've never heard of him."

"Hey, it's the rumor that the bad guys are discussing..."

"I said, I'm not interested in these things. Don't bother me anymore." A trace of anger appeared on the pale face.

"Okay, okay, I understand." Bai Chuan had no choice but to leave in disappointment as further asking would yield no results.

When he left, he looked inside his desk and his pockets, but there was no trace of the brass knuckles.

Strange, could it be that I am really worrying too much?

Shirakawa stepped out of the classroom door.

Jingle bells ~ jingle bells ~

A cell phone ringtone rang behind me.

It came from Yoshioka.

Shirakawa was lying next to the door frame and peeking.

Yoshioka took out his cell phone and hung up.

Not a few seconds passed.

Ding-ling-ling, ding-ling-ling, the cell phone rings again.

At this time, Yoshioka frowned slightly, a little impatient, hung up the phone, turned the phone to silent mode, and put it in the bookcase.

A few seconds later.

buzzing.

The cell phone started vibrating again, and the metal desk and bookcase made a crisp sound due to the vibration of the phone.

Yoshioka was obviously displeased this time. He cursed inwardly and answered the phone.

"Didn't I tell you not to call me before school is over?" Yoshioka shouted, startling the other students in the classroom.

As soon as he finished shouting, Yoshioka realized that his voice was too loud, so he put his hand over his mouth and talked in a low voice.

Shirakawa didn't know what they were talking about, he just saw Yoshioka's brows were furrowed, and the more he talked, the more excited and angry he became.

After finishing the call, he slammed the table, stood up, and stormed out of the classroom angrily.

He went through the front door, and Baichuan was peeping through the back door.

Yoshioka was seen walking faster and faster, with big strides, looking left and right from time to time, very alert.

So suspicious.

Baichuan quickly followed secretly.

133. Akaza is injured, Shirakawa is the cannon fodder

Yoshioka arrived at the door of the men's restroom, looked around, and made sure that no one was there before pushing the door open and entering.

Baichuan hid well at the corner and was not discovered by him.

After a while, that extremely familiar figure walked out of the toilet.

Yellow-haired muscular man Yoshioka.

He was wearing brass skull knuckles on his hands, and the Chenghuang Middle School uniform was obviously a few sizes smaller because of his suddenly taller body.

At this time, Yoshioka's breasts were exposed, and his calves and ankles were also exposed because his pants were too short.

He didn't even bother to tidy up and ran downstairs in a hurry.

Obviously, the sickly Yoshioka turned into the yellow-haired Yoshioka.

Nice, I now know the true identity of Yoshioka.

As for where he hid the brass knuckles and how he brought them into the bathroom, Shirakawa had no idea.

Maybe it's inserted into the waist belt, or maybe it's hidden under the crotch.

But that's not important either.

The important thing is, what happened that made Yoshioka's "transformation" so hasty that he went downstairs in a hurry without even changing his clothes?

Could it be that Nikaidou and Akaza are here to find me?

Baichuan hurriedly followed.

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In the alley behind the school.

There was a row of yellow-haired delinquents leaning against the wall, all of them had bruises on their faces and noses, and there was a baseball bat broken into two pieces on the ground.

Akaza was right in front of them, like a Rakshasa, tall and strong, and he exuded a powerful pressure just by standing there.

The remaining five or six bad guys were trembling with fear, huddled together, and the baseball bats in their hands were shaking.

Akaza pinched his joints and twisted his neck, making a crisp crackling sound, and walked forward step by step, approaching the gang of bad guys.

"Hey, where's Yoshioka? Why hasn't he come yet?"

"I've finished my call. The boss is on his way."

"Are you on your way?" Akaza grabbed one of the bad guys by the collar and pulled him up with one hand.

Just like holding a chicken, Akaza glared, clenched his fists, and shook them in front of his eyes.

"If you dare to lie to me..."

"Don't dare, don't dare."

Faced with the huge gap in strength, those bad guys who were previously arrogant and domineering in school were almost scared to death.

"Who's looking for me?"

Yoshioka shouted loudly, with quite the bossy demeanor.

Baichuan also lay at the corner and observed secretly.

"It's finally here." Akaza easily threw away the bad guy in his hand.

The bad boy hit the wall, groaned, and fainted.