Zongman, working as a teaching assistant in Trasen

Muttering softly, Kiryu Kazuma turned on the front interior light, pulled down the compact mirror, and said to Uozuka Saburo, "You should take a moment to look at your eyes. An hour ago, there were at least four crow's feet on the back of them, but now they're all gone."

"...I%^$XXK!"

Uozuka Saburo couldn't help but curse, and put one hand directly on his increasingly smooth face, and began to think sadly about his possible future life of hiding his head and not being able to show up in public.

Despite his extreme worry, Uozuka Saburo suppressed it with great fortitude. He cleared his throat, which had noticeably become younger, and whispered to Kiryu Kazuma, "Never mind that for now. I simply want to tell you one thing, brother: the past is the past. We can't always be constrained by the spirits of the dead."

"...Uozuka, some of these aren't 'constraints', but 'responsibilities'."

Rubbing his bloodshot eyes, Kiryu Kazuma pursed his lips, his strong features seeming to hold endless stories: "Someone once told me: A person's life is made up of memories one after another, and these memories are made up of..."

"Oh, stop, I don't want to hear that."

Uozuka Saburo interrupted Kiryu Kazuma's "reminiscing bitterness and thinking of sweetness" with a direct voice. Feeling his energy growing, he turned off the interior lights and focused on driving. "I know you're a man of loyalty, brother. I also know you must have gone through many emotional journeys that I haven't experienced and can't understand. That's why you've become a taciturn philosopher... But I don't think that's an excuse for you to evade your real responsibilities."

"...You're saying, am I making excuses?"

Kiryu Kazuma frowned slightly, his masculine face showing intimidation without even being angry.

But this will not have any impact on Uozuka Saburo.

"Well, isn't it?"

The burly man in black... or rather, the young man in black, ignored his expression and said, "Let's just deal with the facts. We didn't create that kid's miserable life. His death was his own choice. Even if he lost his life, it doesn't mean we should shoulder the responsibility that doesn't belong to us."

"That is our responsibility."

Giving a thumbs-up, Uozuka Saburo and Kiryu Kazuma glanced at the horse girls who had already fallen into a deep sleep, and said nothing more.

"...Do you really have to be a jerk and pretend to be a good person at this time?"

"Ha! Bastard and nice guy, when did you and I start caring about such meaningless names?"

Pulling a cigarette from his pocket, he placed it between his lips, but instead of lighting it, he simply chewed it. Uozuka Saburo said with a smile, "We're not young anymore. Don't talk about those things that fool children, like passion and dreams... Keep it in your heart and cherish it. That's more appropriate for our age, isn't it?"

"...Haha, that's true."

Kiryu Kazuma, chewing on a cigarette, gave up the thought of reading the wish book. He quietly closed his eyes and dozed off in the passenger seat. "I'm starting to think you're quite suited to being a teacher. Not because of your knowledge or your acting skills, but at least, the students who study under you will surely be very mentally healthy."

"Hi...Thanks for your kind words. I hope everything goes well."

"Well, definitely."

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Snap! Snap! Snap! Snap!

"Welcome! Our strongest and most outstanding teacher, Uozuka Saburo, has returned to the academy!"

"Oh~"

"...?"

After taking turns driving through the night with Kiryu Kazuma to get back to Tokyo, and after dropping off the ponygirls at their respective dormitories (Maki Ichiko was temporarily sharing a room with Mejiro Mitsuaki, to complete the enrollment procedures the following day), he slept for twelve hours in his safe house (the staff dormitory). When he woke up, he suddenly realized that Uozuka Saburo had degenerated into a man who looked only seventeen or eighteen years old. As soon as he rushed into the chairman's room, he was met with this amazing scene:

Tetsuna Sugawa, who was wearing a maid outfit, pulled out several hand-held salutes in one breath, and Yayoi Akikawa, who was wearing an elementary school uniform, stood boldly on the chairman's table, opened her folding fan to welcome his return!

...Could it be that the bag of counterfeit products had taken effect, causing him to see the weird hallucinations?

Seventeen-year-old Uozuka Saburo covered his head and shook it vigorously, then raised his cold yet charmingly fierce triangular eyes, only then did he confirm that this was not an illusion...

This left him speechless, so he didn't even bother to report his situation. He just started complaining, "Hey, hey, hey, Chairman... and Miss Junchuan, what are you guys doing?"

"Uh, eh?"

"Surprise! Are you not very happy?"

"I'm not going to be happy about this! Who would be happy with this messed up outfit?! It doesn't suit your temperament at all!"

"...A huge gaffe!"

"Hmm...actually I quite like this dress..."

"..."

Please tell me, my two direct supervisors lost their temper in front of me early in the morning. What should I do?

Pinching his brows firmly, Uozuka Saburo, a man with extensive experience in combat, forced himself to focus. Deciding to ignore this bizarre yet strangely harmonious scene, he got straight to business. "Gentlemen, I've finally returned from the 'battlefield' in Chiba. Don't you want to hear what happened there?"

Chapter 275 Your Undercover Mission Continues

"......Um."

"Please take a seat."

As usual, Yayoi Akigawa and Saburo Uozuka sat opposite each other on the sofa for guests. After Tetsuna Sukkawa served tea to them respectively, he stood behind Yayoi Akigawa.

You know what, the tea in this maid's cup really tastes good.

With this perverse thought randomly flashing through his mind, Uozuka Saburo began his report, starting with the Shinkansen incident, to his capture of Maki Ichiji, his return to Oguruma's hometown and his dramatic encounter with Acting Chairman Kashimoto, and finally the biohazard incident at the Chukyo Racecourse in Chiba...

Although this trip lasted only seven days, Uozuka Saburo felt as if seven months had passed and was physically and mentally exhausted.

What's even more tragic is that he originally planned to rely on time to eliminate the runaway horse girl potion in his body on this trip, but after finally waiting for it to subside naturally, he was "beaten back to his original form" in the end, and it was even worse!

Before I left, I was a horsegirl. After leaving, I was still a horsegirl. Wasn't this trip for nothing?!

"Hmm...sympathy! I sympathize with your situation very much!"

After listening to Uozuka Saburo's brief account and sensing the resentment in his words, Akigawa Yayoi immediately offered comfort, unfolding her folding fan and revealing a sorrowful expression. "Originally, I had intended to reinstate you immediately upon your return, continuing to lead the horse girls to an even more glorious future with your original style. But now, not only have you made so many mistakes along the way, but you've also been involved in something like that near the Chukyo Racecourse... Sigh."

The Chukyo Racecourse is located in Chiba and is one of the closest racecourses to the Central Tresin Academy. When the biochemical crisis broke out, there were not only a considerable number of spectators in the stadium, but also many horse girls who came to participate in the competition.

Naturally, a large number of these horse girls are from Central Tresen, or former students related to Central Tresen Academy. They are the largest group of horse girls who were affected by this battle and developed mental problems.

This wasn't a major dereliction of duty for Akikawa Yayoi, the chairman, but it was an extremely serious issue that would affect her power and position if not handled properly. It simply added a lot of workload to her, and many of her plans had to be modified.

Through the folding fan, he could sense the endless exhaustion emanating from Akikawa Yayoi's frail body. Knowing that this junior director had already done all she could, Uozuka Saburo could only sigh and say, "I'm sorry, it was indeed my fault for not prioritizing the safety of the people. I should bear the consequences myself, so I resign..."

"but!!!"

However, before he could finish his words, Akikawa Yayoi, who was exhausted but energetic, let out a loud sigh, interrupting his chant in advance: "Just now, the moment I saw your new face, I activated my genius brain and came up with a perfect solution!!"

"Who stipulated that only teachers can lead students to glory?"

"...?"

With a snap, Akikawa Yayoi folded her folding fan and pointed it at Uozuka Saburo's face. She spoke confidently, "A student of my age will surely inspire the students to strive for progress and be more courageous than their elders—especially since this student is the only strong and handsome male horseman in the world today!"

"...!!!"

......

......

"...'School Idol, Houma Yaro'?"

"...Yes, big brother."

Through the mobile phone, the excellent receiving hardware transmitted Gin's slightly confused and helpless sound of the gunshot, which immediately made Uozuka Saburo, who had returned to the age of seventeen, feel a little panicked.

I'm not afraid of the big brother pointing a gun at my head, I'm just afraid of the big brother not speaking!

Damn you little Akikawa brat, I must have been crazy to agree to this just because I was worried about you... What a stupid idea!!!

Wearing the men's Central Treson school uniform, the handsome boy with long black hair and a cold face hid in the newly arranged independent dormitory, shouting silently in his heart.

————Yes, facing Uozuka Saburo, who looked even younger than before and could not appear in public for a short period of time due to the Chukyo Racecourse incident, Akigawa Yayoi's solution was unusually simple and crude:

He was packaged as a unique male racehorse in the world due to genetic mutation or some other reason, and was recommended to school, where he could study, train, live and compete with his former students normally and low-key!

In this way, the horse girls who already knew the secret of Uozuka Saburo's rejuvenation would not panic because of the sudden disappearance of "Uozuka Saburo". The horse girls and humans who did not know his true face could successfully cover up his existence and hide under everyone's noses without interrupting their plans. It was simply perfect!

...Ball! Such a crude plan is perfect! !

Not to mention if any accidents happen during the process, as a student it is definitely not more convenient than a teacher. The identity of "the only male groom in the world" alone is enough to make him many times more eye-catching than before!

Do you know why the inhumanly powerful horsegirls have been able to coexist peacefully with humans? Historical legacy, political guidance, public opinion protection, and the trustworthiness of the original wood are just side factors, not the core reason.

The core reason is that all members of the Te Niang race are female. Even the males born from their union with humans do not have horse girl characteristics. On a purely physiological level, they are extremely suitable to be embedded in human society and become part of the pan-human race!

But what if men start to appear in their tribe?

What if from now on the "centaur" race can begin to carry out normal gender classification and social division of labor?

...There are many, many people who will absolutely not allow this to happen, not even the slightest possibility!!

By that time, he, the "Ma Lang" who was pushed to the forefront, would be the world's biggest and most valuable assassination target! !

"Brother, if we continue like this, I might really be exposed. We must retreat as soon as possible."

Thinking of his bleak future, Uozuka Saburo broke out in a cold sweat and whispered anxiously, "Otherwise, if more attention is drawn to me and my background is investigated, the organization will definitely become a target of public criticism..."

"No, your undercover mission continues."

"......ah?"

Chapter 276: A strong hand splits the skull!

After blinking, seventeen-year-old Uozuka Saburo showed a confused expression on his face that he had never shown when he was seventeen. He opened his mouth to ask his elder brother whether he was going to "abandon" him like this, but Gin's prestige over the years made it impossible for him to open his mouth. He could only stand there stiffly in silence.

Fortunately, knowing his younger brother's reserved and imaginative nature, the elder brother Gin Naganagi on the other end of the line didn't keep him in suspense and explained directly, "In this Tokyo melee, both local organizations and international criminals suffered heavy losses. The foreign invaders were distracted by your incident yesterday and have no time to bother us again. This is a rare window of opportunity."

"Uh...window period? Ooooohhh!"

He was stunned for less than a second, but Uozuka Saburo's brain circuit, cultivated by years of following his elder brother, made him react. His eyes lit up and he nodded repeatedly:

Although the organization has many disguises on the surface and often engages in kidnapping and extortion to obtain funds for operation, fundamentally, the organization is completely different from those gangsters, international terrorists and the like - it is a real research organization that focuses on high-tech research.

As we all know, the biggest drawback of high-tech companies is their very stable input-output ratio. Sometimes, even one or two small targets are invested without making a sound. They are completely money-eating monsters.

The organization’s goal of “immortality” is a higher-level “gold-devouring black hole”!

Extortion, kidnapping, and gang-on-gang violence do make money quickly, and with the current size of the organization, they can indeed achieve sustainability and make a living from them, but these are, after all, not something that can be tolerated in public. The "cost" of maintaining these methods is also increasing as countries develop again.

Today, the "open" bulk economy has surpassed the "small fights" in the "dark" world.

Even those third-rate elements who don't have strong means can make a fortune by "taking the right path". There is no reason why the black organization, which has a powerful and complete network of violence as its support, can't do the same. What they lack is just an opportunity.

————He is Uozuka Saburo, and now is the chance!

Countless ideas burst into his mind almost instantly, including the creation of personal IP, propaganda campaigns, the listing of shell companies, financing fraud, and so on. He couldn't stop them.

"I see, I understand, brother!"

"Ah."

It seemed as if he had lit a cigarette on the other end of the phone. Gin waited a moment for Uozuka Saburo to sort out his meaning before speaking: "The agreement you reached with those two people is very useful. The organization has been under much less pressure in the Kanto region recently, and they have spare capacity to allocate resources to you... The specific list of personnel is with Vermouth, you can contact her directly."

"...Yes, big brother."

beep - beep -

Without daring to ask aloud why his elder brother's resources were with Vermouth, a stupid question that might kill him, Uozuka Saburo put down the phone and couldn't help but sigh.

So I still have to stand at the forefront and face the storm head on...

It's not that he is unwilling. At least compared to being thrown onto a small island in Southeast Asia and being kept on standby, this job, although dangerous, is also very profitable. If he handles it well, he can really enjoy the excellent treatment like a superstar.

But...what's the point of being a superstar?

He has directly killed three world-renowned superstars, and they were all killed with just one bullet, right?

The real victory is to be alive and live to the ripe old age as much as possible; everything else is empty.

"Ugh......"

Never mind. The organization never allows you to refuse anything. When you receive a task, don't think about whether you can not do it or not. Just think about how to do it well and survive at the same time.

"Well, first... I need to quickly adapt to this state and gather the necessary conditions for what's next."

The young Ma Lang's tail flicked slightly, and he instantly had an idea.

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"Hey, look at that."

"Wow!"

"Then... who is that? Am I seeing correctly?"

"Just like a prince~"

With a gloomy face, Uozuka Saburo walked openly between the teaching buildings, facing countless pairs of eyes that were both surprised and interested, and walked straight forward, instantly sparking all kinds of topics.