You will surrender to me.

Moreover, this teacher is only 143 cm tall, a typical loli. However, the two small watermelons hanging in front of her body make it clear that she is definitely not a loli. Also, whenever the teacher turns around, the tightly wrapped skirt makes people worry that it will tear at any time.

The last point, and also a very important one, is that this teacher is married and is 35 years old. When the history teacher introduced this, perhaps some people gave up their thoughts.

But Naoto already has an even more outrageous idea, and isn't this in the second dimension? This kind of thing should be normal. Even if there is no Naoto, there will be a son, a yellow-haired boy or something to enjoy the charming flowers, pick the sweet fruits, and taste the tempting fragrance.

Instead of letting others enjoy this ripe fruit, it is better for you to take the initiative and put this sweet fruit in your pocket.

Naoto found countless reasons for himself in his mind, and finally realized... Well, Naoto just coveted the body of this history teacher, and he was determined to become a school bully and start by trying to seize the body of the history teacher.

Naoto looked at the boys' side. At first, most of the boys were staring at the teacher, except for some who were obviously good students. There were also three yellow-haired boys who were looking at the history teacher's figure with great interest, and they showed lewd smiles from time to time. They were obviously Naoto's competitors.

"It seems that we need to eliminate some people who have bad intentions towards the teacher..." Naoto covered the lower half of his face with his hands and drew a cruel smile - no one could hinder Naoto's actions.

Let's turn our attention back to the history teacher's graceful figure. Although the teacher's outfit is well wrapped, the slightly tight outline of her plump body makes her even more attractive.

It turned out to be the right thing to do not skip classes to go out and have fun!

The entire history class ended with Naoto admiring the history teacher. After the get out of class, those yellow-haired guys took their books and harassed the teacher under the pretext of asking questions. However, in the classroom in front of everyone, apart from hypnosis-like plots, the most they did was verbal teasing, so Naoto was not worried.

"Hey, Zi'an, do you need your history notes from the past two days? I can lend them to you." The cute girl with big breasts behind him leaned forward, patted his shoulder, and handed him a notebook.

"Thank you, but no thanks. I remember your name was...Morita Yui?"

After politely rejecting the big-breasted girl's kindness, Naoto thought about it and finally remembered her name.

"Yeah, I didn't expect you to remember my name. Just now I saw you were fascinated by Teacher Jia Maoming. The history teacher is really beautiful. When she first came to the first class, she really amazed everyone. But she is a 35-year-old aunt, and she is married, so stop staring at her."

Yui Morita winked playfully and teased.

"I just appreciate beauty. Is your name Kamo?" Naoto smiled and refuted Yui Morita's words.

"Oh, yes, you didn't come on the afternoon of the opening ceremony. I had a history class that afternoon. The history teacher was called Kamo Na Haruko. Don't call her the wrong name~"

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Author's words: Today was a bit dull, I'll start finding faults tomorrow.

Chapter 20: A fisherman never returns empty-handed, and encounters a familiar stranger

After the first class, it was already half past nine. After getting to know the next classes, Naoto found out that all the teachers were male, so he lost interest and walked out of the classroom. At this time, there were no people staying in the classroom who were not studying.

The public schools on this island country all implement happy education. Classes start at 8:45 in the morning and each class lasts 50 minutes. The morning is not too bad, with three or four classes. School ends at 2:30 or even 3:30 in the afternoon.

In a day, there are only five or six classes in real class. The rest of the time, the motivated ones go to make up lessons, and the others are out and about. The classes that were randomly divided in the first half of the first semester of high school will be divided according to grades in the next semester.

Thanks to the rule of divided-paper examinations here, the test papers of good students are slightly better, and they feel a bit like a test. As for poor students, it is just a matter of figuring out what one plus one equals. This is why the deviation value of this school is so good. Otherwise, why would parents send their children here?

Now that the first class is over, many people are already walking around the corridor casually, and many have gone straight downstairs to the playground or small park. It's obvious that they are not going to continue the class. The teachers are basically used to it and pretend not to see it.

Naoto really loves this kind of environment. Otherwise, how could there be "good people" to come and give him warmth? Naoto just went to the toilet, and students from other classes came to greet him "kindly".

"Hey classmate, how about getting to know each other? My name is Keito Kono, what's your name?"

A yellow-haired man who was over 1.8 meters tall stood in front of Naoto who was about to leave. His strong muscles made his short-sleeved shirt tight.

And apparently this thing had blocked people's way here a few days ago. People around looked at them with pity, and a few of them stood at the door, watching the scene with a gloating look on their faces.

It’s no wonder that he chose Naoto. After all, he is cute and soft, with a slim figure, wearing a complete set of unaltered school uniform and a pair of black-framed glasses.

This is clearly telling those people that I am easy to bully, so come and bully me quickly. However, they obviously did not expect that there is such a thing as fishing enforcement, and they did not know that high-end hunters often disguise themselves as prey and wait for the real prey to arrive.

"Hello, my name is Naoto Koyasu. Now that we know each other, I want to go back. Can you please move aside?"

Facing the first fish, Naoto was in a very good mood and was willing to have some fun with it first, so he pretended to be weak and answered in a weak tone.

"Of course, but since we are all friends, it is only natural for us to help each other, right? Your good friend is a little short of money recently, so how about helping your good friend?"

Kono Keiyasu grinned, walked over and wanted to pat Naoto on the shoulder, but Naoto turned sideways and dodged.

"Tsk, you don't look like you've washed your hands yet? That's disgusting. If you get my clothes dirty, I'll make you lick it clean like a rabbit eating pulpy poop."

Seeing that the yellow-haired Qitai wanted to reach out and pat his shoulder, Naoto, who remembered that he had not washed his hands, was too lazy to pretend with him and avoided his hand with a look of disgust.

"Huh? You, you want to... uh cough!"

After listening to Naoto's words, Kono Keiyasu angrily reached out to grab him, but Naoto took a step forward and punched him in the chin, knocking him unconscious.

Then Naoto punched him in the stomach, causing him to hold his stomach in pain. At the same time, he hooked his left foot with his right foot, causing him to lose balance and fall to the ground.

But Naoto wouldn't let it end so easily, and before he fell to the ground, he grabbed his neck from behind and dragged him towards the urinal.

"Have you seen this? Wash your face properly and think about your own worth. Don't come to the toilet to cause trouble all day long. You don't have much money, but you dare to come here to mess around?"

Naoto pinched his neck with one hand and raised his eyes with the other hand. The slightly reflective lenses made it difficult for Kono Keiyasu to see Naoto's eyes.

He felt that Naoto's hands were as powerful as the principle that reproduction requires mating. He was extremely terrified that the strong body he had trained so hard to build could be easily grasped like a piece of bread.

Naoto grinned and gave him a kind smile, then mercilessly threw him headfirst into the toilet.

"Cough, gurgle, cough, cough..."

Tsk tsk, judging from the sound, he must have drunk a lot, right? I wonder if there is any diabetes here. It would be bad if he got a taste of the sweetness.

Naoto looked up and saw that the people around him were about to run outside. They didn't want to become like that yellow-haired guy.

"Hey! You! That's you! The one wearing glasses!"

Naoto pointed at a person. That person was quite tall, but thin, and wore a pair of black-framed glasses. Unlike Naoto who was pretending to be so, this person really made people feel weak to the core.

"Stand there and don't move, or you will suffer the consequences."

“…Hi! Is there anything I can do for you?” The tall and thin man with glasses stopped immediately, turned to Naoto and asked cautiously.

Naoto walked to the sink and washed his hands, then walked up to the bespectacled tall and thin man, pulled up his school uniform without hesitation and started wiping his hands.

"What's your name?" Naoto asked casually.

"My name is Nishida Hajime, and I'm in Class D of the first year." The tall and thin man answered with a trembling voice.

"Nishida Hajime? Is there a yellow-haired guy named Matsuoka Lingji and a girl named Tianhe Hanazou in your class?"

Naoto raised his eyebrows when he heard the name. He seemed to remember such a name. He thought about it carefully and asked.

"Yes, what's wrong?" Nishida asked with fear and a little confusion.

"Have you joined any clubs?" Naoto asked absentmindedly, carefully wiping the water droplets from between his fingers.

"No, not at all, but I plan to go to the club recruitment meeting in a few days." Nishida Hajime answered Naoto's question honestly.

"Well, it's okay, you can go." After wiping his hands, Naoto pushed Nishida away and walked out first.

Naoto, who was walking in the corridor, was rummaging through the wallets he had taken from the two men just now. He found that the yellow-haired man had less money than the tall and thin man. He couldn't help but curl his lips in disgust and threw the wallet into the trash can.

It seems that I am a good student who knows how to be polite and well-mannered. I even know to throw the garbage into the trash can. Naoto sighed to himself.

But I really didn't expect to have such a good harvest on the first morning of school after taking a leave. Not only did I see such a good teacher, but I also saw a new plot. Nishida Hajime was the victim in his memory, and the heroine and the yellow-haired boy were also there, which was even better!

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Author's words: This is the first chapter. I would like to criticize the student who urged me to update 7500 words. I will draw a circle and curse you (sinister)

Chapter 21: If you want to get involved in society, you need a background. What group are you in?

He didn't know if it was because his outfit was too obvious, but apart from the guy who came to the bathroom to cause trouble, he walked around everywhere and found no one who came to cause trouble. Even if there was a bad guy smoking, he just glanced at him and didn't look at him at all. He had no intention of causing trouble at all. This made Naoto puzzled.

Could it be that my story has spread? No way, that yellow-haired guy wouldn't spread the news that I stuffed him into the toilet, right?

Naoto scratched his head and thought about it, then decided to go out and have some fun. There were no familiar people in the classroom anyway, and those hot girls had all gone to work as models. There was nothing to do if he went back to the classroom, so he might as well go out and see if there was anything fun to do.

When it comes to having fun, places with a lot of gangsters are probably the best. When Naoto wandered near the cinema and saw a group of people surrounding the place where he and Mina Morita had been blocked before, he knew that there was something to behold.

The people gathered in a big circle here were all wearing leather jackets, flowery shorts, sandals, and leather shoes. In Zhiren's opinion, they were just a group of street urchins, none of them were real gangsters, but just a group of softies who bullied the weak and feared the strong.

But the people around didn't think so. In addition, many people on the island had the habit of minding their own business, so no one else approached this area. Even if there were, they were driven away by the few people guarding the area.

Naoto was no exception and was stopped from a distance.

"Hey, outsiders are not welcome here. You can go away, kid. In addition, we will charge you 3,000 yen as a disturbance fee."

A man with a cockscomb blocked Naoto's way, rubbed his thumb, index and middle fingers together, and stretched out his other hand in front of Naoto. At the same time, another man in a leather jacket came over to block his way back.

The two looked inside from time to time. Perhaps they had been ordered by their superiors to just chase the people away. It was obviously not against the rules to come and extort money. However, they were gangsters, and they would not be like them if they followed the rules. Besides, Naoto was still dressed in school clothes. For them, it would be a sin and a waste if they didn't kill such a fat sheep.

Zhiren smacked his lips and thought it was quite troublesome. Nowadays, there were barriers to even watching the fun.

But Zhiren didn't care. He was just afraid that these people would run away after a few of them were knocked down. That would be too much fun. But when the time came, could he, Zhiren, accept the defeat? Obviously, he couldn't.

"Puff! Ugh!" The cockscomb-haired guy was knocked to the ground by the sudden punch, and vomited the contents of his stomach all over the floor. He rolled his eyes on the spot. This scene directly scared the leather jacket behind Naoto, and he stood there staring at the scene stupidly.

Naoto retracted his right fist, turned around, slowly took off his glasses, hung them on his collar, leaned forward slightly, and looked at the dazed man in the leather jacket with a smile.

"Little brother, I think you look familiar. Have we met before? What do you think?" Naoto looked at him and said with a smile.

The man in the leather jacket looked at Naoto's face blankly, thinking for a while, then suddenly his pupils shrank and his face turned pale in an instant.

"Well, you're here, please come in." The man in the leather jacket welcomed Naoto with a flattering smile, which was as disgusting as a dog licking the soles of its owner's shoes in a hurry to eat poop. Naoto frowned in disgust.

But Naoto was there to watch the show, so he didn't bother with him and just walked up to the crowd, looking towards the center through the gaps in the crowd.

Oh, isn't this his old acquaintance, Morita Yujiro, who he has some connection with? How come he has changed so much after not seeing him for a few days? He was beaten to the ground by this group of people.

Naoto couldn't help but sigh as he looked at Yujiro Morita and a few strangers huddled on the ground being beaten and kicked by a group of people. He saw a few people taking pictures with their mobile phones and exclaimed that they were experts who even took photos and videos.

"Stop." A heavy voice was heard, and the group of thugs who were still fighting immediately stopped their actions, stepped back several steps, and made way for a passage, revealing a sturdy figure leaning against a motorcycle.

He was wearing the iconic black suit of the biker gang and orange sunglasses. What was eye-catching was that he had a palm-sized monster tattoo on his left arm. He was probably a real gangster. Although he was probably just a small leader at the bottom, he was still a boss compared to these gangsters. Next to him, there was a red-haired girl sitting sideways on the back of a motorcycle.

The makeup on the girl's face is not heavy, it's better to say that she is quite good at makeup. It seems that only the eye shadow and lipstick are clearly visible, and it really highlights her charm. There is also a red tattoo on the left collarbone. I can't see clearly what it is because it's a bit far away, but I can see that it is quite big. I really want to try it out.

"Hey, student over there, I'm talking to you. How did you get here? This is not the place for you. Go home and suck your milk." Just as Naoto was admiring the red-haired beauty, the biker gang interrupted him and walked towards Naoto. The gangsters around Naoto, except for Leather Jacket, quickly moved away from him, leaving Leather Jacket and Naoto standing there in a dilemma.

The man in leather jacket looked around with an unpleasant expression, and decided to stay behind Naoto. Unfortunately, Naoto didn't care whether he stayed or left.

"It seems that you are quite capable."

The biker gang wearing sunglasses who was walking over saw the Cockscomb-haired guy lying on the ground, holding his belly and foaming at the mouth, like a mantis shrimp not far behind Naoto.

He walked up to Naoto and lowered his head. The shadow cast by his tall body covered Naoto's entire body, not to mention the monster tattoos on his muscular arms and the face under sunglasses whose expression could not be seen clearly.

"Are you good at fighting? What's the point of being able to fight? To be a gangster, you need power and background. Which gang are you from?"

The biker gangster with sunglasses asked arrogantly, but he did not act rashly. There were two or three underworld gangs nearby. Strictly speaking, this cinema was actually the dividing line between his gang and another gang.

So there is no guarantee that this guy is not the opposite party. Nowadays, the more powerful people have some quirks. If the other party is very powerful, it is not something that a low-level leader like me can bear.

Although this guy looks weak and can be bullied, he was able to beat that thug like that without making any noise, so he must have been knocked down in just a few hits. Moreover, he was wrapped so tightly that it was difficult to tell how many tattoos he had under his clothes. You know, the number of tattoos often represents one's status in the underworld gang.

"My name is Naoto Koyasu. If you don't like to call me that, you can also call me Nanagi Wuai (Father)." Naoto looked at the biker gang wearing sunglasses with a smile and introduced himself in a calm tone.

Qiqi Wuai (Father) is a title used only in traditional families of the island country. It has the meaning of superiors and subordinates. It is probably equivalent to saying that I am your father, but not your biological father.

In short, I am your father.

"Oh~ So you're a little punk. You dare to be so arrogant, it seems you've never been beaten before."

After searching the information in his mind and finding that there was no such person as Naoto, the biker gang member with sunglasses slapped Naoto's face with his hand and said arrogantly.

Snapped!

A loud slap hit the sunglasses biker's face, and the huge force made him spin twice in the air before falling to the ground.

Naoto put on the sunglasses that he had taken off when he was slapped, took off the school uniform he was wearing on the outside, and then took off the shirt underneath, revealing the black tattoos covering his upper body.

Then he threw the lining to the side of the leather jacket and draped the coat over his shoulders like a cape, raised one foot and stepped on the sunglasses... no, without the sunglasses, he stepped on the biker's face.

"What were you saying? Say it again now."

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Author's Note: This is the second chapter, I circle it again.