Don't you guys dislike me?

Faced with Yuichi's teasing, Murakami Aiko was naturally angry, and the anger that came from extreme helplessness was more like protecting herself.

The heart is just an empty shell with nothing to rely on...

She looked around and found that Yamamoto was the only one she had found. Her voice became sharper:

"Where are Hubu and the others?"

“If you can’t win, just run away.” Yamamoto shrugged.

"Then why didn't you go to help them? Can't you beat him alone with so many people?"

Murakami Aiko's voice hurt Yamamoto's ears, and he explained impatiently:

"They said they had to solve their own class problems, but who knew they would be knocked to the ground in just a few moves. What can I do?"

"Then... can you beat him alone?" Murakami Aiko's voice weakened, and her delicate voice sounded like a plea.

She has no one to pin her hopes on...

"Don't worry."

Yamamoto tugged at his collar, grinned ostentatiously, and walked towards Yuichi.

He walked straight towards me, looking completely unguarded.

Yuichi threw a series of jabs to test him, but Yamamoto did not dodge. Instead, he relied on his physical fitness to hold on, shouting:

"Hey? Why is it like this? Where did the strength you used to beat them just now go?"

Is there really anyone who can withstand a fist?

Yuichi was a little confused, but still swung his fists neither too hard nor too light. Just when Yamamoto looked impatient, his breathing stagnated and his expression froze.

The extremely heavy fist had silently hooked into Yamamoto's lower abdomen at some point, and the instant pain was like snakes and earthworms rushing into Yamamoto's abdomen to gnaw at it, and the abdominal muscles were numb and almost in spasm.

Yamamoto frowned, but managed a slight smile:

"caught you!"

A threatening hook is never as fast as a jab, and before Yuichi could retract his hand, Yamamoto grabbed it tightly.

Youyi tried to retract it several times but failed. The rough palm held on tightly like a mad dog's mouth.

Before Youichi could pull his hand away, Yamamoto raised his knee and hit him. At such a close distance, Youichi inevitably resisted a few times. He could only turn sideways to avoid exposing his soft parts to the knee attack.

"Where did the momentum just now go?! Huh!?"

Yamamoto smiled proudly. He seemed to be very good at close combat.

Yuichi didn't want to waste his energy fighting for control of the other party's hand, so he grabbed his shoulder with his free hand and used Yamamoto's body to kick him diagonally.

In order to ensure that the mad dog would let go, Yuichi twisted his hips and used his feet to chisel Yamamoto's knees like a slanted guillotine.

Yamamoto's right leg bent inwards under the heavy weight. His smug smile froze for a moment, and then completely shattered the next moment. In an instant, the huge pain at a single point began to spread to the entire knee. It was as if his knee was taken away by the god of death. Apart from the pain, he could not feel the existence of his knee at all.

He howled in agony, tearing his throat.

It looked like a mad dog with a broken leg, wailing in pain and roaring at the enemy.

Yamamoto loosened his hand, but Youichi certainly would not let go of this opportunity. He landed his foot in the air, moved forward, and raised his elbow to attack.

The sharp ulna of the eagle's beak pierced into Yamamoto's jaw like a knife, and he suddenly raised his head and fell straight back.

"Hey!? Yamamoto, are you okay?" Murakami Aiko felt a chill in her heart when she heard his cry of pain, but it was more like she was ordering him not to fall down like that.

Perhaps it was the effect of Murakami Aiko's calling, or perhaps it was his self-esteem at work, but in the end Yamamoto held on to the wall and did not fall down.

He touched his slightly dislocated jaw, wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth, and said stubbornly: "You are really good at it..."

Hoshino Yuichi did not pursue him any further. His purple eyes glowed with a clear light in the darkness. He seemed to be thinking and tilted his head:

"Strange, you should have collapsed or even fainted, why are you still standing and talking?"

"Don't look down on me. I'm the ace of the school track and field club! How could I faint so easily? Don't compare me to those good-for-nothings!"

Yamamoto raised his fist and pounded on the wall in anger, while he covered his knee with his other hand and screamed.

"It seems that what is written in the video and the book cannot represent everything..."

You nodded and asked:

"Do you want to continue? There is no substantial conflict between you and me. If you continue to fight, you may never be the ace of the track and field club again."

"Since you're here to help, there's no need to sacrifice your own future, right?"

"Stop talking nonsense! In a fight, you can't avoid getting hurt. I, Yamamoto, earned my fame by getting hurt all over my body!"

Yamamoto stood up stubbornly and limped towards Yuichi.

"Then there's nothing more to say."

Youyi didn't want to waste any more energy dealing with the mad dog's counterattack before its death, so he tried to persuade it, but unfortunately the other party didn't appreciate it.

Yamamoto raised his fists to protect his head. The mad dog stopped being crazy and started to protect himself. Was he afraid...?

As he punched and blocked repeatedly, Yamamoto's mind became obviously confused. He became anxious because he couldn't launch an effective attack on Yuichi, and the pain in his body urged him to fight with Yuichi desperately.

I want to drag him back to his home turf... Only in this way can I have a chance of winning.

Youyi frowned and stepped back repeatedly. If he was caught again, Yamamoto would probably try his best to bite off a layer of his skin, right?

Continuous jabs come one after another like a fine rain curtain. Guessing the opponent's intentions in the real and fake attacks is a game in itself.

But Yamamoto seemed certain that Yuichi would not dare to feint. No... as long as Yuichi dared to hit, the pain would help Yamamoto locate the position of his hand.

Yamamoto took fearless steps, looking like he could fall at any moment, and carried himself through it all, then grabbed forward like a possessed man.

Yuichi blocked Yamamoto's grabbing hand and stepped back. Suddenly, he kicked Yamamoto's injured right leg with a low whip kick, then turned his back, as if he wanted to create some distance with this heavy blow.

The already aching wound was forcibly awakened, and Yamamoto's expression was ferocious, as if he was enduring the pain. He was obsessed and rushed towards Yuichi who was facing away without hesitation.

He knew that as long as he endured the pain, Yuichi's back-to-back attack would be a huge flaw. When he was about to put it into practice, the numbness in his right leg forced him to stand still in a daze.

Yamamoto bit the empty hook, looked up confusedly, and saw it.

Just as Yuichi took the first step to escape, he turned around and punched Yamamoto's drooping forehead with a whip-like fist with huge inertia. The violent shock broke into his mind unreasonably.

His consciousness was completely eroded by the shock, and Yamamoto's broken body fell to the ground under the weight, his eyes closed and he fell into a coma.

168. Double the Return

The last support - Yamamoto fainted on the ground, and the big pillar that Murakami Aiko and others relied on collapsed. After noticing Yuichi's gaze, their helpless hearts involuntarily tightened.

Qianhe stared blankly with her mouth wide open, her purple eyes filled with affection. She forgot the chillness of her skin from the evening breeze and only felt the uncontrollable throbbing in her heart.

At that moment, it seemed as if all the doubts, anger, fear, pain and coldness before had turned into nutrients to pile up this heartbeat to an unprecedented height, making her feel as if she was walking on clouds, floating and intoxicated.

"Hoshino...senpai."

Under the moonlight, Hoshino Yuichi's figure, black hair, and face were so clear. His gorgeous purple eyes seemed more dazzling than the full moon in the sky, and he unreasonably sneaked into her heart.

As if to let her remember it for the rest of her life...

"Now that all the outsiders are out, you are the only ones left."

The sound of slow footsteps landing on the ground was getting closer and closer, causing a slightly panicked breathing sound. The title of "Devil King" jokingly called by the senior year suddenly appeared in their hearts, and fear came from the night.

"In fact, it would be more appropriate for you to choose an off-campus location. If I were to go outside the school, I might not be able to find as many people as you do. The school limits the number of people I can have, and it also limits the number of people you can find."

While Hoshino Yuichi was chatting leisurely, Murakami Aiko and the other two were forced into a corner. This dark corner was originally chosen to trap Hoshino Yuichi, but it became a cage for Murakami Aiko and the others.

It's somewhat ironic...

Chizuru Amemiya tried hard to break free from Saki Hojo's hand, but the hand that was holding her was shaking and held her tighter.

Murakami Aiko, who was hiding at the back, was the first to touch the wall. She subconsciously retracted her arms and put her hands into the pockets of her skirt.

The corner lost the light of street lamps and moonlight, darkness obscured the eyes and the future, catalyzing the emergence of despair.

When she thought about how she would be drowned in countless public opinions and cold faces in the future, Qing Gong Aoi was like a wild cat that was cornered. Her voice, which should have been delicate, seemed to be stained by salty tears, and became rough and hoarse:

"damn it!"

She rushed over from the corner, not so much throwing punches as lunging forward with her whole body, like a mad cat whose tail had been stepped on and whose fur stood on end.

The aura of wanting to drag him down to hell with him was somewhat ridiculous.

The intention of the slender arm was particularly obvious. Youyi took a half step back, followed the strength of Qingmiya Aoi, grabbed the wrist with his left hand, and pushed upwards with his right hand against the elbow.

Qingmiya Aoi struggled to break free, but her entire arm was controlled due to the dislocation of the joint. Due to the huge difference in strength, her arm seemed to have changed hands and was out of control. Every time she tried to resist, she would feel pain.

Her arms were forced to bend inward, her joints were pressed backward, pulling her entire back and even her body so that she could not move, because the price of resistance was her own arms.

This is the basic skill of Aikido. It is not easy to succeed, but it is a good choice to deal with the weak Kiyomiya Aoi, because Yuichi can force the opponent to cooperate with him.

Hoshino Yuu raised his knee and pushed it into Kiyomiya Aoi's lower abdomen. All that wild cat-like ferocity disappeared, and as soon as he let go, she curled up on the ground, holding her lower abdomen.

"Even if it's a girl, I won't hold back. Of course, I'm not satisfied with this level of punishment for what you did."

"The trauma in the hearts of the victims of your long-term bullying will not disappear just like that." Yuichi glanced at Chizuru Amamiya and curled his lips in vain, deepening the despair that began to spread among Murakami Aiko and others:

"To tell you the truth, I have already contacted those good reporters at the newspaper. I believe they have been working overtime to help you write good news. Maybe your parents will see you as the headline star in the morning newspaper."

"Of course the video will also be uploaded simultaneously. Even if the school wants to protect you for the sake of its reputation, it is impossible under the pressure of public opinion. Are you satisfied with this result? Well... it doesn't matter whether you are satisfied or not, as long as I am satisfied."

The plain voice seemed to be filled with a mocking laugh, and when it reached the ears of Murakami Aiko and the other two, it was like the death knell of their shattered future. The wall of stacked words blocked the light to the future.

On their resumes, they are destined to bear the word "bully", which makes people despise and alienate them.

How will they live in the future? Even if they change schools or classes, their stains cannot be washed away...

As Yuichi finished his words, the pupils of the Murakami and the other two were covered with a layer of gray mist, which was the same thing that once appeared in Chizuru Amamiya's eyes.

Why should they be treated like this when they are still young? They began to be afraid and lowered their arrogant heads at the bullies. Panic and despair were taking root in their eyes. When they looked at Yuichi, they looked completely different.

"Eh? What's with that expression on your face? Are you pretending to be innocent because you just did a little prank? Senior, I'm just punishing the naughty juniors with a prank."

Youyi didn't care about their pity and had no intention of showing any sympathy to them. No matter if they were called scum or devil, he was just doing what he thought was right.

Chizuru Amamiya stared blankly at the young man who brought divine punishment to the evildoers on behalf of the gods. While she was in a trance, Hojo Saki, who was holding her, suddenly let go of her hand and ran away like crazy.

He kept muttering:

"Devil! Scum! Bastard!"

If Yuichi Hoshino didn't stop her, where could she run to? She could escape from class and school, but how could she escape from society?

Murakami Aiko laughed miserably, slid down the wall with cold hands and feet, and sat on the ground, looking at the sky, at the moon covered by dark clouds, as if she was witnessing her tomorrow.

"Senior..." Chizuru Amamiya wrapped her body in the torn school uniform and looked up at him blankly.

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"Do you have anything else to wear?"

Realizing Yuichi's gaze, Chizuru lowered her head shyly, "No..."

Hearing this, Youichi turned around and took off the Hane High School uniform jacket from Yamamoto, and was about to hand it to Chizuru Amamiya.

In the soft dim light, a cold light flashed by, Qianhe looked down in confusion, only to see a sharp utility knife just about to pierce her body.

Senior Hoshino's hand was tightly gripping the utility knife, and bright red blood was flowing down the blade. It was dark and Chizuru couldn't see clearly, but she could vaguely hear a sound of blood dripping on the ground, dripping into her heart.

"senior……"

Qianhe's little hand trembled as she tried to touch the hand holding the handle of the knife. The cut scar seemed to appear in her own heart, and she was so painful that she felt helpless.

169. The bad guy who fled, the grateful and guilty girl and the indifferent prince

The blade separated his palm with a burning pain. Hoshino Yuichi threw away the school uniform in his hand and raised his hand to knock the utility knife out of Murakami Aiko's hand.

Without the obstruction of the blade, the wound is exposed to the air. The movement of the palm will bring about a breeze, and the heat like wisps of fire will penetrate into the wound and crawl towards the entire palm.

Murakami Aiko didn't have the courage to swing the utility knife at Hoshino Yuichi, so she pointed the blade at Amemiya Chizuru.

Before Yuichi had time to feel the pain, the bloody hand grabbed Murakami Aiko's hair and lifted it up.

She was forced to look into his eyes, which made Murakami Aiko shudder. The chill came from the walls and the air, taking away the heat from her body bit by bit.

She wanted to look away, but her whole head was coerced by the hands above her head.

"What a pity! It was so close! Chizuru Amamiya would have to end up in the hospital..." Murakami Aiko twisted her face, and her stiff smile revealed the madness of being at the end of her rope, but her eyes would not lie.