Comics, daily stories

The man's expression changed, and finally he looked bitter and stopped talking. It was indeed impossible to avoid the student area, speeding, and zebra crossing.

Glancing at the early-rising classmates who were watching, Nomiya maintained his usual expression.

Very good. This time, before I even started beating up my classmates, I was already surrounded by onlookers.

"I...I really didn't mean to...the leash suddenly loosened and I couldn't catch up with Sabre."

A soft voice with a hint of crying sounded beside him.

Nomiyama looked at the girl with the pink bun-haired hair and nodded. "Yes, but you still have to take responsibility. Call your parents. After all, it was you who caused this. Let your family discuss the details with this classmate's family."

"Oh." The girl obediently took out her cell phone.

Nomiya looked away and waited quietly.

Until the ambulance rang, until the familiar Sister Aso appeared in front of him.

"It really isn't Brother Kazehaya." Aso Nozomi ignored the colleagues who were carrying the injured away, and stood in front of him with a look of surprise.

"I didn't lie to you." Nomiyama was a little dissatisfied.

"But every time you call me, it's you who's poisoned."

Nomiyama looked at the other person's disappointed expression and said awkwardly, "Sister Aso, that's a bit too much."

After shifting his gaze and confirming that the perpetrator had already boarded the ambulance, Nomiyama turned to business: "Remember to ask for the contact information of this classmate's family. They should discuss compensation with the perpetrator."

Aso Nozomi just muttered quietly: "Obviously, I came out because I wanted to see my brother Kazehaya."

When Nomiyama heard those words, he pretended not to hear them and turned away.

If I take Yukinoshita to the hospital later, Sister Aso will stop saying these weird things.

Until he left, Yuigahama Yui didn't say a word to stop him.

On the one hand, I feel guilty and helpless, and on the other hand, I am a little afraid of him...

Nomiyama Kazehaya, the classmate who was famous in Chiba School and was rumored to be good at violence, was indeed very fierce...

Biting her lip, Yuigahama Yui raised her hand and continued looking at her phone.

Mom said she was almost there.

I don’t know how to deal with this kind of thing, I can only wait for my mother to come.

"Woo woo...Mom, come here quickly..."

Nomiyama left the scene and walked straight towards the school gate. After all, they were strangers, so this was enough.

No one can stop me from going to school. I am a good student who loves going to school.

Take a step forward and walk to the blackboard full of names.

He first glanced at the classmates around him, but didn't find the target, but didn't think much about it.

"Kazehaya was having a very happy chat with that sister just now."

Hearing the voice, Nomiyama tilted his head and said, "Unjust, how can you be happy or unhappy just by saying a few words?"

"So, very familiar?" Kato Megumi's expression remained unchanged as she looked up at the blackboard.

"I used to go to the hospital often, and she was the nurse who took care of me."

Nomiya looked at the first two names on the blackboard, feeling a little surprised.

Nomiyama Kazehaya, Class F; Yukinoshita Yukino, Class J.

We were not in the same class, but in primary school, we were always ranked together no matter what.

He shifted his gaze, searching for the next name.

Kato Megumi, Class A.

"Surprisingly, they are not in the same class."

Nomiya raised his eyebrows. In junior high school, Hui was the classmate and deskmate for two consecutive years, and now they are still not together.

"I'm in the same class as Eriri." Kato Megumi's eyes moved slightly, hiding her disappointment.

Nomi-san touched his chin.

"Remember not to look at her messy notebooks."

Chapter 128 I am the Minister of Service

"Teacher, I really can't go. I'm not feeling well." Nomiya's expression was quite sincere.

"What's wrong? Did you get poisoned by puffer fish again yesterday?" Shizuka Hiratsuka narrowed her eyes.

So Nomiyama rummaged in his pocket, pulled out a crumpled ball of paper, unfolded it, and handed it over.

Shizuka Hiratsuka took the medical form and paused at the word "Pufferfish Poisoning".

Okay, okay, the admission to junior high school is puffer fish poisoning, and the admission to high school is still puffer fish poisoning.

"Go find the second place winner. I know her. She's very smart. Maybe you won't even need to give her the speech."

"Then all my preparations last night were for nothing?" Shizuka Hiratsuka said unhappily. She turned around with her speech in one hand and her medical records in the other. "Alright, get some rest."

"okay."

Nomiya responded, his gaze lingering on Hiratsuka-sensei for a moment before he also turned and left.

Of course, he wasn't poisoned by puffer fish last night. It's just that the hospital already has a set procedure for his poisoning condition. Every time I go there, they just fill in a "puffer fish poisoning" item and get it over with.

He picked a few cherry petals and put them in his mouth, chewing them while walking towards his teaching building.

After all, it is a new environment, and there are still some things that need to be understood.

For example, the rooftop.

He walked up the stairs slowly and took out a piece of wire from his body.

The classroom is just a place to daydream, while the rooftop is the home of students' souls.

Come to the entrance of the rooftop and take a look.

Very good, it’s locked. This time there shouldn’t be any senior standing outside the railings trying to fantasize about death.

Insert the wire into the keyhole and pull it gently, and the padlock will open.

Nomiyama took off the padlock and threw it on the steps, then opened the door.

He took a few steps and took a deep breath.

The scent of spring flowers and plants, matched with a brand new environment.

feeling good.

When he reached the railing, he glanced around the campus.

Sobu High School has four main teaching buildings, arranged in a square pattern and connected by long corridors, which look a bit like the Chinese character "口".

The teaching building is now empty. Most of the students are not in the teaching building, but in the auditorium where activities are held on weekdays.

Nomiyama looked over there and wondered how Yukinoshita would feel when she received the speech assignment.

You should first feel angry with yourself, then helpless, and finally have some expectations for the speech.

Whistling, he turned his back and sat down with his back against the railing, as he had done in the past few years.

“Kazehaya!!”

Ok?

Nomiyama looked at Eriri, who opened the door and gasped for breath, and was a little surprised: "You skipped the entrance ceremony?"

"Ok!"

Panting, Sawamura Eriri bent down and touched her knees. She looked at the other person, some sweat on her face, anxious and unconcealed: "This is not important! I just now! I couldn't find Yukino! She didn't seem to come to school!"

If she didn't come, why didn't you ask her on your phone? Why did you contact me first?

His eyebrows moved, and Nomiyama patted his side: "You should sit down and rest first."

When she came over, Nomiyama took out a pack of tissues and handed it to her: "Wipe the sweat."

Sawamura Eriri sat down and took the tissue, but she didn't wipe the sweat off her face right away. Instead, she tugged at his shirt with worry, "Could something have happened?"

"She will tell me if there is anything. Don't worry. She is probably just busy after returning home." Nomiyama didn't care.

He took out his cell phone, opened the chat page, and looked at the only two [hehe] messages from last night, thoughtfully.

No, but no message was sent to explain.

That was intentional. I wanted to see when he would find out and then ask him anxiously.

Okay, let’s see who gets anxious first, you or me.

He raised his mouth and put away his phone.

"Oh, yes, I can send a message to ask Yukino." Sawamura Eriri looked at his actions and suddenly realized.

Eriri, you are beyond help.

He reached out, took the tissue, spread it out and handed it to her: "Wipe your sweat first, be careful of the smell of sweat."

Sawamura Eriri's eyes widened immediately, and she kicked his calf: "You are the one who stinks of sweat!!"

Nomiyama ignored the minor injuries and just took out another piece of paper and spread it over her sweaty face: "Don't worry about asking her, she will explain it to you on her own initiative."

He looked up and thought: "Probably, in the afternoon."

"How do you know?" Sawamura Eriri wiped her face and neck twice, her eyes full of suspicion.

"Maybe I'm smarter than Eriri?"

The paper ball hit the head.

"You're stupid!"

"You're stupid!"

......

Noon, in an office.

"What department?" Shizuka Hiratsuka asked subconsciously.

"Service Department." Nomiya said with a serious expression.

Shizuka Hiratsuka leaned back and looked at her student's body. He was indeed much taller than a first-year junior high school student. His body had a certain thinness that was typical of teenagers, but he also looked surprisingly strong.

He's already a mature teenager.

After careful consideration, Hiratsuka Shizuka stood up, looked him in the eye, and said earnestly: "I know you've grown up and have strong needs, but in broad daylight, it's better for you to restrain yourself."

Her eyes swept over him again, and Shizuka Hiratsuka nodded: "You are good-looking, and you can trick a female classmate into dating. The two of you can do the same things, so forget about the gathering."

Nomi-san took a step back and looked at Mr. Hiratsuka, thinking: "As far as I remember, you've never been in love, how come you know so much?"

"Speak up!"

As the words fell, fists blew.

Nomiyama clenched his fist, still looking as if he was thinking: "Teacher doesn't have many friends and doesn't like to go online. Hot-blooded comics don't usually draw this kind of thing."

His expression gradually became strange, and Nomiyama's tone was filled with suspicion: "Could it be that the teacher also reads another form of comics?"

He kicked forward, but was easily dodged.

Hiratsuka Shizuka shook off her hand and turned back to sit in her chair: "Stop talking nonsense and tell me what the Service Club is for."

"It was the teacher who started talking nonsense first."

There was a murmur.

Grinding her teeth, Shizuka Hiratsuka looked at him, her fists hardening again.

She took a deep breath and silently recalled the student from two years ago. Although Yang Nai was a bit of a chatterbox, he was much easier to bully than the one in front of her in terms of fighting power.

Feeling his pocket, Nomiyama threw a candy over and smiled: "I'm not that loser that Haruno. Teacher, you couldn't beat me at all when you were in junior high school, let alone now."

"Don't make me sound like a violent person. I only hit Haruno a few times when I first arrived at Sobu High School, and she provoked me." Rolling her eyes, Shizuka Hiratsuka unwrapped the candy and tossed it into her mouth. "Also, let's get to the point."

Nomi-san recalls what she said.