Shinji Ikari, the pilot of Unit-01 during the Spirit Awakening Era

The Type 90 mortar exploded and disintegrated upon impact with the ground, perfectly transforming into a 50-ton shotgun shell. The shattered metal fragments completely destroyed seven or eight nearby vehicles. Whether armored vehicles or tanks, they were all insignificant in the face of such a terrifyingly massive weapon. Moreover, after tearing a gap of at least 20 meters in the road, the entire road became impassable for a convoy! The last remaining corner of the turret even flipped over a Type 90 mortar.

"Oh!" This time, not only Hyuga Makoto, but even Aoki Shigeru exclaimed in surprise! After all, this battle result was truly terrifying! They knew that EVA was very strong, but they really didn't know until they saw it. Those arrogant guys in the Self-Defense Forces were actually being beaten so badly.

"Buzz..." Of course, the Self-Defense Forces were not the kind of people who would just take a beating without fighting back. The enemy's artillery fire came quickly! But before Shinji Ikari could dodge, the shells hit a thin, semi-transparent shield.

"This is... ATField?" Shinji Ikari tilted his head as he looked at the things hitting the shield. Hmm, they didn't fall down like in The Matrix, and they didn't give him any needle-like sensation. They simply... couldn't get in.

"Yes, this is the AT Field unique to the EVA series and the Angels. It is precisely because of the existence of this AT Field that EVA has the ability to fight against the Angels," Ritsuko Akagi said calmly. So? As someone who faces all kinds of strange phenomena, have you also discovered something suspicious?

"Damn, this is awesome! This is even more shameless than the protagonists in those tokusatsu shows! Dr. Ritsuko, when are you going to get me some beam sabers, or high-frequency vibration sabers, or even chainsaws!" Shinji Ikari's laughter came through the communicator.

Ritsuko Akagi felt a sudden sense of collapse! You brat, you've been acting so profound, mysterious, and mature for so long! You're still just a teenager after all?! "What utter nonsense!"

"..." Misato Katsuragi covered her face, speechless. This was what it meant to have her image completely ruined!

"That sounds pretty good!" Hinata Makoto said excitedly. "Doesn't our weapons department also have some..."

"Shut up! This isn't a tokusatsu film!"

"Isn't that right? It seems Ultraman isn't even this tall!" EVA, who had crushed the last tank with one stomp, stood like a demon on the edge of the coastline.

Chapter 13 Ryuji Danma's Motorcycle Shop

"It seems this record... won't be able to be shown to the Self-Defense Forces." Ritsuko Akagi looked at the replay. 27 minutes. After learning to deploy the AT Field, Shinji Ikari had spent so much time dealing with the opponent. The only troublesome thing was the helicopters flying in the sky. As for the armored vehicles and tanks on the ground, they were basically dealt with as many as came. Although long-range artillery could be deployed at a distance, it was not very effective against EVAs. In fact, firing would reveal their position.

"It's not just about releasing it; once it's released, they'll probably start creating an operational plan based on us. After all, these guys haven't figured out their primary responsibility." Misato Katsuragi shrugged. This operational report, while not having the latest toys on their computers, would only have limited reference value. However, they hadn't expected that Shinji Ikari, with his exceptional athleticism, could make the EVA look so terrifying.

The exercise had already ended, and whether it was a habit from his stuntman days or genuine boredom, Shinji Ikari, piloting EVA Unit-01, pulled his spear from the wreckage of a helicopter, spun it around, and then swung it fiercely, striking a battle pose. The group of onlookers at command post let out a unified "Oh!" and even began to applaud.

"As expected, Real Types are getting crushed by Super Types, and Super Types are being torn apart by Mystic Types." Shinji Ikari, who was waiting for the system to shut down, said something that the people in the command center couldn't quite understand. The only one who could roughly understand was Makoto Hyuga, who was sitting to the side listening with a knowing smile. He pushed up his glasses and didn't say anything more.

"Shinji, you've worked hard! After you come out, you can take a shower after a simple body scan!" Ritsuko Akagi was very excited about the data she had obtained today. Shinji Ikari's performance of EVA abilities in the battle was amazing, and it was conceivable that this might not even be the limit of Shinji's potential, since his synchronization rate peaked at 45, and there was still a lot of room for maneuver.

"Okay! Any other projects?" Shinji Ikari's vision went black, and then he felt a pulling sensation. He could no longer feel the sensation of having a second body, and immediately realized that he had probably been pulled out of the implant.

“That’s all. We’ll be leaving LCL soon, so it might be a bit of a hassle. Just be careful.” Ritsuko Akagi reminded Shinji Ikari. The kid was very sensible and generally very willing to cooperate with all her requests. “I’ll apply for overtime pay for you, but in return, you’ll need to stay at the base until 7 p.m.

"Oh? What standard is used for calculation?" Shinji Ikari tilted his head. Hey~ look at this pretty older sister, she's much more sensible than Misato Katsuragi.

"The overtime allowance is about 1 yen per day. If you want more, you'll have to stay out very late." Ritsuko Akagi smiled. This young man earns a lot of money, but he spends it even faster. Although no bad habits have been found, he probably buys things that only sorcerers would use. Ritsuko knows that these things are usually quite expensive.

"Okay! Thanks!" Shinji Ikari pursed his lips. In fact, it was equivalent to working for more than two and a half hours. It was alright. The overtime pay of 10,000 yen was not bad. "Let me ask if there is a rest room or office or something like that here."

"We can arrange a room for you to rest, but it won't be very big. Maya, you're arranging a room for Shinji Ikari to rest, right? It would be best if it had a bed, and he could use it from now on." Ritsuko Akagi nodded and said to Maya beside her.

“Yes, Dr. Akagi.” Maya stood up, walked out of the command platform, and headed towards the corridor below.

"Ah, it looks like I won't have the chance to go see that tokusatsu movie with Shinji today!" Makoto Hinata said with a smile.

"Shouldn't you have asked your girlfriend to go with you? What's with you asking Shinji?" Aoki Shigeru teased with a laugh.

"Stop talking, where would I get a girlfriend?" Hyuga Makoto shook his head. Unlike Shinji Ikari, who was an all-around superstar at school and already had a girlfriend at a young age, he was unfortunately called a bookworm since childhood and currently only had two girlfriends.

"Besides, isn't it a bit strange to bring your girlfriend to see a tokusatsu movie?" Ritsuko Akagi added from the side. Although she was also interested, she was more interested in what kind of role Shinji Ikari played in it.

"I heard that the movie is praised for its exciting fights between 'Kamen Rider' and 'Nanokes,' and there are even some thrilling fight scenes on a tower crane," Hinata Makoto said. "I asked a friend to help me buy tickets, and it's showing at 6:40."

"Sounds like time is tight," Misato Katsuragi said with a smile. "Should I have you write today's battle report while you're at it?"

"No need." Vice Commander Fuyutsuki came down from upstairs at some point, patted Hinata Makoto on the shoulder, and said, "You can go home now, and remember to submit a detailed report and analysis of the film later!" The old man's words were so devilish that they sent a chill down Hinata Makoto's spine.

"Hahaha..." Misato Katsuragi laughed heartlessly. She had only wanted to delay someone's departure time, but she was too kind. Look, this is what a boss is. This is the art of persecuting people.

"Miri, I heard you've been going to the Suzuki Hotel for the buffet a lot these days?" Fuyutsuki glanced at Katsuragi Misato and shook her head. "While getting close to Shinji Ikari is indeed your mission, is it really okay for you to be so greedy?" "Remember to pay, little guy, it's not easy."

Misato Katsuragi squinted, somewhat embarrassed, and said, "Luckily, Vice Commander Fuyutsuki didn't say how many meals she would have to pay for. She only needs to pay for the last one. Overall, it's still great value! After all, the Suzuki Hotel's buffet is consistently ranked among the most worthwhile high-priced buffets in Japan. I've even gained weight these past few days! I'm gaining weight from work-related injuries! I'm gaining weight from work-related injuries!"

"Seriously, everyone. Shinji Ikari gave us a huge surprise, so it's only right that he gets some preferential treatment! That repair shop owner wasn't willing to send the car over, was he? Tell him he can just open a shop here. There are a lot of street racers on this coastal road; that's more than enough to support his shop." Fuyutsuki shook his head. NERV's various departments had been throwing every possible person into this mess lately. "What's his name?"

“Ryuji Danma!” Misato Katsuragi replied. This friend of Shinji Ikari was quite stubborn, insisting that Shinji's motorcycle was his own and that Shinji was too old to ride it! In short, he wouldn't let the NERV employees take it away.

“Ryuji… Hmph…” Vice Commander Fuyutsuki looked up at the sky above the base. Shinji Ikari was completely different from his father. How could a gloomy old man give birth to such a little guy who makes friends everywhere? It must be Yui’s genes playing a big role.

"If possible, I plan to have Shinji Ikari make a phone call to that old man directly," Misato Katsuragi said irritably. She had originally thought it would just be a simple matter of picking up a motorcycle, but she never expected that he couldn't even do something this simple. Misato Katsuragi felt quite embarrassed.

"Let's fight it as soon as possible." Dongyue shook her head. "I reckon these next few days are the last few days this little guy will behave. The annual Mountain God Festival is just around the corner."

"Mountain God Festival?" The group of people looked at each other in confusion.

"Just treat it like a special temple fair, nothing special. Of course, the things you buy aren't the kind of simple temple fair you're imagining! He'll definitely go, so let's get his student registration sorted out as soon as possible. As for accommodation, I remember there's a building between the school and the base used to monitor the situation going up the mountain?" Dongyue took a deep breath and shook her head.

“Ah! That house would be perfect for Shinji! The first floor is a confectionery shop for surveillance, and the second floor and above are empty, but it should have all the basic amenities.” Misato Katsuragi nodded. Shinji Ikari should accept it; this house is much bigger than the one he has over there.

"Let him stay there, just to keep him from going too far." Fuyutsuki nodded, and seeing that Misato Katsuragi also thought it was a good idea, she didn't say anything more and turned to leave. Shinji Ikari should already be resting in the lounge. Today, that little guy gave everyone a unique battle, and he deserves a reward. If the reward is just 10,000 yen in overtime pay, that would be a great deal. "Let him go home early; it's not appropriate for him to always stay at the Suzuki Hotel."

"Okay." Misato Katsuragi watched the automatic door slowly close, let out a sigh of relief, picked up her coffee cup, glanced at her busy colleagues, and suddenly smiled. "Hinata, you can slip away now. Remember to write your review, we're all waiting for your report."

"Ah..." Hyuga Makoto, who was quickly summarizing today's battle and writing a report, suddenly slumped onto the table. The detailed report that Fuyutsuki Vice Commander wanted was definitely not something that could be done by simply recounting the plot. It required a series of meticulous analyses, and who knows, it might even require investigating the background settings that the screenwriter had made up. Just thinking about it made him feel hopeless.

"What happened? Why does Hyuga Makoto look like he's about to die?" Ibuki Maya came up from below and looked at the dejected Hyuga Makoto with a curious expression.

"Where have you settled Shinji Ikari? I need to speak with him!"

"4888."

Is this guy Chinese?

Chapter 14: Class 4, Grade 3, Saint Forest Academy?

"How is it?" Misato Katsuragi said with a smile, watching Shinji Ikari open the window and observe him privately. It was a typical Japanese detached house.

Although it's already on the outskirts of Tokyo-3, there's no doubt that life nearby is incredibly convenient. The shopping street is a 10-minute walk away, and the train station is about a 20-minute walk in the other direction. He can choose to cycle or take the train to school for two stops. According to Misato Katsuragi herself, it's only about 20 minutes away from her apartment, which is pretty good.

As for going to the base after school, although it seems a bit far, it only takes a short time, whether by bicycle or motorcycle, and the time is manageable.

"Great, there's even a hanging pot in the back. Although it's a bit dilapidated, it's the part of this house I'm most satisfied with." Shinji Ikari narrowed his eyes. This really was a very good situation. What he didn't say was that although the woodshed needed some repairs, it looked like it could hold quite a lot of things and was quite convenient. It was just that the roof of the woodshed needed to be reinforced so that he wouldn't have to worry about it collapsing when he jumped over it.

"Shinji-kun, there's another floor upstairs, which is basically yours to use." Ibuki Maya said with a grin. After Fuyutsuki made the decision, she had arranged for someone to clean the two floors early this morning. "There are some basic items provided, so you just need to pack your bags and move in."

"Sounds good!" Shinji Ikari nodded. He wondered if his enemies would be so bored as to come looking for trouble. It would be best if they did. Although NERV was easily destroyed in the TV anime, it was still a powerful armed force. If those cowards dared to come, they might get a good dose of NATO standard ammunition first.

“Well, we still have a little time, let’s go to St. Lin Academy to register.” Misato Katsuragi glanced at her watch; it was just before 2 p.m., perfect time to take Shinji Ikari to St. Lin Academy, which they had been skipping for several days.

"Let's go." Shinji Ikari didn't mind and nodded. Packing could be done later. Right now, they should go to school to register. They had already transferred from Nakiri Private Middle School for several days, and they didn't want to make a bad impression on their future homeroom teacher and principal.

The four of them quickly arrived at the campus of the private Seirin Academy by car. Standing in front of the gate, Shinji Ikari had a faint sense of familiarity. He scratched his head, but couldn't figure it out. He could only say that most schools in Japan look alike, so he didn't pay much attention and went straight in. Shinji Ikari, dressed in simple sportswear and carrying his simple schoolbag, walked in.

"This way!" Because the foreign affairs department recently lost a senior member and is currently being punished collectively, we are now taking Shinji Ikari and the others to the school's chairman's office to meet with the chairman and principal of Seirin Academy, and then assigning them to specific classes.

"Hello!" Ibuki Maya knocked on the door of the Chairman's Office and introduced herself politely. "This is Ibuki Maya from NERV. We have an appointment."

"Please come in!" A rather composed female voice came from inside the room.

"Excuse me!" Maya Ibuki pushed open the door and went in, followed by Misato Katsuragi, and finally Shinji Ikari, though Shinji's face seemed somewhat helpless.

He seemed to have been recognized. After all, Shinji Ikari was a legendary student in middle school. He had many titles such as genius, academic star, and all-around super athlete. If it weren't for his family background, which seemed to have no political background, he would probably be called a future political star. It was a perfect life cycle.

It's a pity that his father might not only be a gloomy and autistic person, but also the final boss of the game. I just don't know if he's the kind of ultimate psychopath who would sacrifice the whole world just to see his wife.

And himself, well... he's a boy with the appearance of a good boy and a good student, who can fool the NERV intelligence department to go out and slay demons, and occasionally works part-time as a suit actor and action director on movie sets.

However, being a legendary figure in middle school, my arrival seemed to cause a slight commotion. As I walked down the corridor in my Nakiri Private Middle School uniform, a large group of whispering students seemed to recognize me! At first, they stared wide-eyed, but later they gathered in groups, clearly coming to watch.

"123-point guard," "5 points in 10 seconds," "40-yard set-piece puncher," "155-meter phantom pitcher," "home run demon," and other such friendly nicknames... It just goes to show that Japanese students have too little academic pressure! They're all just bored! Katsuragi Misato and Ibuki Maya, on the other hand, had curious question marks on their faces.

As they walked along the road, Misato Katsuragi and Maya Ibuki, who had overheard the whispers and been watched the whole way, both had somewhat stiff expressions. Shinji Ikari, on the other hand, remained completely calm, as if everything was normal. He even waved to a few people who seemed to know him, and they seemed to have something to say to him, but obviously they would have to come back and talk to Shinji later.

"We apologize for keeping you waiting, we are still a little late." Misato Katsuragi said apologetically.

"It's alright. Anyway, there's not much time left before school ends this afternoon. I really didn't expect that we would have a day when the NERV organization comes to visit us, and that Shinji Ikari would actually be related to you... It's really surprising." Ryoko Sakurai, the chairperson of Seirin Academy, said with a smile.

"Chairman." Shinji Ikari raised his hand.

"Please speak." Shinji Ikari's polite gesture greatly pleased Chairman Sakurai.

"I am not an experiment, not a test subject, not a cyborg or an artificial human, and certainly not a robot," Shinji Ikari said simply.

“Uh…” Principal Maruyama, who was standing next to him, was suddenly stunned, because what Shinji Ikari just said was almost a denial of what he had said before the door was opened.

"Hahaha... What an interesting little guy." Chairman Sakurai laughed heartily, offering no further explanation or elaboration. "So, what are you?"

"A student about to enroll in the St. Lin Academy's middle school division. Good grades, good at sports." Shinji Ikari smiled simply. This aunt looked eerily familiar.

"It's a pity we can't join the school's sports teams! If you could help us win a few trophies, I believe the board members would be willing to invest more." Chairman Sakurai said with a smile. Although they were classified as part of NERV, Seirin Academy's history actually predates NERV and it is a well-known university throughout Japan.

"Uncle Nakiri has been very kind to me." Shinji Ikari laughed. After Shinji won his first national championship, Nakiri waived all of Shinji's tuition for three years of middle school. The following year, he treated Shinji to a lavish meal, which left him in a daze until the next morning. He laughed and cried during the meal, but his whole body felt as if some barrier had been cleared, and he felt incredibly refreshed. Shinji was really looking forward to winning another championship this year, followed by another lavish meal, and then perhaps he could really take another step forward.

"Understood, understood. Now please make sure you study hard. Although I have a general plan for you, I would like to ask, what are your thoughts on your class?" Chairman Sakurai asked with a smile.

"Hmm, I wanted to ask, which class has the best student?" Shinji Ikari shrugged and asked casually. What did he know? As long as the student had the best grades, there shouldn't be any problems, right?

"...The class with the best student performance?" Chairman Sakurai seemed taken aback and frowned. "I can arrange for you to be in a class with more qualified teachers, so are you sure?"

"Hmm?" Shinji Ikari's lips twitched. Having lived several lifetimes, he was basically certain that good students would receive preferential treatment. Barring any unforeseen circumstances, they would represent the school's strongest resource group. But what Chairman Sakurai said was interesting! Shinji Ikari glanced at Principal Maruyama beside him, who was currently holding a teacup, intently studying the rising and falling of tea leaves inside, seemingly able to glean some special Zen principles from it.

Shinji Ikari looked around, but unfortunately neither Misato Katsuragi nor Maya Ibuki had any good suggestions. Perhaps the external relations department had indeed conducted some investigations into the school before, but St. Lin Academy was a traditional and excellent private academy in the area, and it was not something that could be entered casually just because of the high tuition fees.

“Alright!” Shinji Ikari nodded. “Place your bet.”

"Alright! You are a very courageous young man." Principal Sakurai found Shinji's decision quite... interesting. She didn't object and readily agreed to Shinji's request. She took a document from the table, made a few simple sketches, picked up the phone, and pressed a few buttons. "Director Uchiyamada, come here for a moment. Shinji has arrived at the school to register. Please take him to his classroom."

"Okay, Chairman." Hiroshi Uchiyamada (the Dean of Students at Seirin Academy) didn't think much of it, hung up the phone, and came over. Since it wasn't actually that far, Uchiyamada arrived quickly, knocked on the door, and said happily, "Chairman! It's me, Uchiyamada."

"Please come in!" Chairman Sakurai greeted softly. Although Uchiyamada had some shortcomings, he was still a dedicated teacher and at least a man with backbone.

"I'm in, Director Sakurai! Principal Maruyama." The middle-aged Uchiyamada greeted Director Sakurai very politely, then glanced at today's protagonist, Shinji Ikari, and beside him… Ah, hold back! Hold back! Uchiyamada, you're a priest!

"Hello! Chief Uchiyamada! I am Colonel Misato Katsuragi from the NERV Operations Department! Shinji's temporary guardian!"

"Hello! I'm Lieutenant Ibuki Maya, also from the same unit!"

"Ah... hello!" Uchiyamada greeted them very politely. NERV? Never mind.

"Uchiyamada, take Shinji Ikari to Class 3-4."

"Okay, I'll take Shinji Ikari right away... Eh?! Class 3... Class 4?"

Chapter 15 Onizuka Eikichi

"Class 3... Class 4?" Headmaster Uchiyamada was stunned. "I think... Chairman Sakurai, Class 3 is not bad either, and the new homeroom teacher, Fuyutsuki, was a very responsible homeroom teacher when he came, compared to Class 4..."

"Shinji Ikari, do you think there are any other classes in our school with better grades than Class 4, in the class with the best student in the school?" Chairman Sakurai said calmly, his fingers interlaced.

"Uh... this... Principal Maruyama..." Uchiyamada looked at the principal beside him, who was silently bowing his head and not saying a word. It was clear that the matter was already settled. The discipline master wiped his sweat and said with a little difficulty, "Alright, Class 3-4, right..."

"..." Shinji Ikari looked at the disciplinary headmaster Uchiyamada's exaggerated expression, then silently tapped his palm with his fist. Very good, great. He dug his own grave. But it seems he is just a student, so it doesn't seem to be a big problem. It seems not bad to just be a nobody and watch these show-offs go to great lengths and fight against a teacher.

"Shinji Ikari, have you changed your mind?" Principal Uchiyamada saw Shinji's actions and initially thought it was a divine intervention. It would be best if Shinji changed his mind! As a teacher at St. Lin Academy, he couldn't very well say that there was a problem with his school, but if Shinji had changed his mind, then the matter would be perfectly resolved!

Head of Discipline Uchiyamada even felt that he should have just pulled his own daughter, Fuyutsuki Azusa, over with him. This young and beautiful teacher would definitely be able to change the mind of this little brat!

"No, it'll be Class 3-4. I think since the chairman recommended it, it can't be wrong." Shinji Ikari said with a smile. He didn't want to miss out on the excitement. Anyway, the teaching level of St. Lin Academy was pretty good. He had done the test papers before. Although his deviation score was still a little lower than that of the University of Tokyo and Waseda University, it wasn't a big problem since it wasn't a university entrance exam, just a high school entrance exam.

“They are a group of enthusiastic kids, you will definitely like them,” Chairman Sakurai said calmly.

“Okay! I like students who are a bit enthusiastic.” Shinji Ikari said with a smile, then looked at Uchiyamada together with Chairman Sakurai.

"Sigh..." With things having come to this point, Principal Uchiyamada could only helplessly accept the task of taking on a star student who was about to join the worst problem class in their school.

"There's no need to be so nervous. The students in this class have pretty good grades," Chairperson Sakurai said with a smile. Then she gestured for Shinji Ikari to leave. The remaining matters were specific issues that she and Misato Katsuragi were handling. These financial negotiations were not something a little guy like Shinji Ikari needed to know.

"Thank you for the arrangements, Chairman Sakurai! And thank you, Principal Maruyama. Goodbye." Shinji Ikari picked up his backpack, turned around, and walked out.

"Shinji, um, which class are you from...? You're a bit arrogant, what if you've been subjected to any..." After taking a few steps, Dean of Students Uchiyamada stammered.

To be honest, Uchiyamada was very excited when he heard that Shinji Ikari would be transferring to their St. Lin Academy. Although Shinji would represent Nakiri Academy in the national tournament and help them win honors, his exam results would be included in St. Lin Academy's overall grades. For a school, which is more important, the national tournament ranking or the entrance exam results? Of course, it's the latter!

Therefore, Principal Uchiyamada genuinely hopes that Shinji Ikari can study hard at St. Lin Academy. If he can successfully complete his exams in about half a year and then advance to the next level, St. Lin Academy will gain a star student with an exceptionally high score! Where else can you find such a good thing!

“Bullying? Me?” Shinji Ikari looked at Uchiyamada. For Shinji, this was a very new experience. Although his life started out a bit gloomy, he later became a star student at the academy. He had many friends. Not to mention, even within St. Lin Academy itself, several members of the soccer and basketball teams had come over to greet him.

"Um... probably not." Uchiyamada hadn't expected Shinji Ikari's answer to be so direct, leaving him speechless. He knew he had to talk to that ape-man later; he absolutely couldn't let such a star student be bullied and leave!

"Okay, I got it. I'll go easy on them when I beat them up." Shinji Ikari yawned, speaking casually. This world is just so boring. There are always some people who think they can establish their so-called authority by bullying the weak. You want to teach these guys a lesson through so-called legitimate means? Sorry, adult society is complicated…

"Violence is absolutely unacceptable! Violence is absolutely forbidden!" Headmaster Uchiyamada stared at Shinji Ikari in shock. He hadn't expected such a high-achieving, star student to say something like that. For a prestigious academy, a large-scale violent incident would be devastating to the school's honor. Uchiyamada, who had planned to work there until retirement, crossed his arms and spoke sternly to Shinji. "You can talk to your teacher or me about it."

“If I get injured, it won’t just be a scandal!” Shinji Ikari suddenly realized why Eikichi Onizuka liked to contradict Chief Uchiyamada so much; it seemed quite interesting. “As an important member of NERV, the government will be holding me accountable.”

"...We've arrived at the classroom!" Principal Uchiyamada, drenched in sweat, walked quickly with a serious expression, his hands and feet moving in unison. Shinji Ikari followed behind him at a leisurely pace. They quickly arrived at the classroom behind the sign that read "Class 3-4." Shinji clicked his tongue, turning around to feel like he was in a painting... Here we go again!

"Onizuka, come out here for a moment!" As Shinji Ikari reached the door, he heard a commotion inside. Headmaster Uchiyamada, his face contorted with anger, knocked on the door, signaling Eikichi Onizuka to come out.

"..." Shinji Ikari tilted his head and looked at the person in front of him, taking a deep breath. He hadn't realized it when he was reading the manga, but when he was actually facing this person, Shinji Ikari understood what it meant to be outrageous! A homeroom teacher at a star academy, even if it wasn't a top-tier class, who would have thought that this blond-haired, pierced-eared, cigarette-smoking, loosely dressed, sleazy guy who walked out of the door was actually a legitimate teacher at a top-tier academy.

"What is it, Mr. Uchiyamada? I'm teaching a class right now." Hearing the melodious "Nani-yo~" coming from Onizuka Eikichi's mouth, Shinji Ikari instantly felt that this was the right feeling, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"This is Shinji Ikari, who transferred from Nakiri Academy..." Uchiyamada was saying when Onizuka Eikichi had already observed Shinji Ikari from various angles, including standing, sideways, and even an Asian squat. After all, this was a living celebrity who had stepped out of the newspapers.