Chapter 446 You Are Such a Genius!

The buzzing sound of the phone woke Hanatarō from his fantasy. To be honest, he had just imagined the scene of proposing to the goddess. The proposal gift was the wallet that Hojo-kun had thrown on the ground after taking out all the money. Even the dust on it was perfectly preserved.

Attached were photos of the scene, which showed his wallet lying in the sewage, covered with dust and black liquid, and Hojo-kun's back blocking the light as he walked out of the alley.

Damn, who broke my dream!

Oh, it turned out to be Himeno-senpai, that's fine. This phone is lucky enough to have the opportunity to chat with Himeno-senpai alone.

Looking at Himeno-senpai apologizing and expressing his request again on the phone, Hanatarō seemed to have the taste of the high-end dishes he had eaten at offline gatherings in the past. The high-end beef produced by Zeiri is really delicious. The texture of the marble is as beautiful as marble, and the gravy is as delicious as eating a cow. The taste is completely happiness itself.

No, that's not right. I've eaten premium meat on my parents' wedding anniversary, but it doesn't taste as good as the ones at offline gatherings. Why? Because the meat was unlimited at that time? Or because it was free?

No, neither!

Because! It was Himeno-senpai who invited me to eat, and she would kindly tell me (everyone) not to be polite and eat as much as I want.

I've received such a great favor, so why don't I even tell Himeno-senpai an address! ?

Moreover, if Himeno-senpai really comes, maybe she will come to my house as a guest, and invite Hojo-kun to come over. Under the witness of Hojo-kun and Himeno-senpai, I and the goddess will have a wedding.

It's great to be neighbors with the Yamazakura Group, and it's great that the runaway angels come to attack the Yamazakura Group!

Thinking of this, Hanatarō gritted his teeth and leaned his phone out of the window with a click. This time he thought of the problem of the flash, but still chose to take a frank photo.

This photo is to repay Himeno-senpai's long-standing kindness!

In Shizuka Hiratsuka's expectation, when she arrived, she should see a scene of fistfighting that would make people's blood boil. Unexpectedly, there was blood, but it was not fighting but working. The headquarters of the Yamazakura Group had simply turned into a factory assembly line.

Three or four ladders surrounded the Yamazakura tree. Some were responsible for picking petals, some were responsible for spraying chemicals, typesetting, packing, and transportation. Everyone had a white towel around their neck, white gloves, and a smile unique to workers on their faces. It was well organized and in full swing. These bad guys seemed to release the energy accumulated from sleeping in class during the day. This execution and teamwork ability made ordinary companies drool.

That kid, Hojo Kyosuke, so I said that he should be the leader of the sports festival. With such a strong command ability, he deserves to assist me, the youngest and most promising teacher!

Bastard! If you have this ability, why don't you pick flowers here? ! Isn't it better to move bricks for salary! That's why I say you are the lost generation!

Domamura secretly observed the outside through the crack in the door, furious. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he felt that he was getting more and more used to observing things through the crack in the door. The crack in the door is really a good thing. Although the field of vision is narrow, it can provide a full sense of security. As long as you don't encounter a monster that can jump to the top of the door or break in directly, you will feel safe.

He was thinking this, and suddenly he felt a kick in the face.

Bang!

The thin paper door was kicked open, and the sound was not from the paper door, but from Domamura who fell to the ground with his legs up in the air.

"Uncle Abe, don't be so violent."

Hiratsuka Shizuka, who was following behind, shouted softly. Unlike her who was watching in amazement, the expression on the face of Uncle Abe, the helper she called from the Tokawa Society, was not very good from the moment she walked to the door and saw this scene.

This is also natural. Although they have no support, seeing that a good Yakuza organization has become a workshop assembly line, allowing a group of high school students to do whatever they want inside, Uncle Abe, as an old-school Yakuza member, felt so aggrieved.

If it were any other time, he would have rushed over to kick over the ladders of those little ghosts and beat them up hard, so that they would know to respect their elders. But at this moment, he even had to speak softly when teaching Domamura, not because he was afraid of disturbing the people, but because he didn't want to lose his manners in front of the high school ghosts.

After all, when he entered the door, those little ghosts said to him respectfully: I don't care if you are from the Tokawa Association or the Nishikawa Association, if you hinder us from doing things, we will make you become the Kawakawa Association.

So the high school ghosts are unreliable. If they beat someone to tears, they will beat him to tears. They have to talk about the Kawakawa Association, which is cute.

In view of the huge number of these little ghosts, as an elder, he decided not to bother with the children. After all, he was able to enter the door thanks to the identity of the eldest lady as a high school teacher. No, it should be said that she is a student taught by a young lady, and she is so polite even when talking trash.

Seeing Domamura crawling over to hug his feet with tears in the shape of a "川" in front of him, Uncle Abe kicked him. It's all this guy's fault. Why does he have a cherry blossom tree at home? Is it just so that you can enjoy the cherry blossoms to heal your wounds after being beaten and crying like now? You are quite leisurely and elegant.

Shizuka Hiratsuka looked back at the raging angel who was working hard, and still felt absurd in her heart. She had previously guessed that someone who knew Hojo Kyosuke was bullied by the gang, so he searched the whole city, but she didn't expect that it was to collect cherry blossoms.

She had seen many people who regretted not going to see the cherry blossoms more after they fell, but she had never seen someone as crazy as Hojo Kyosuke.

She bent down and put the paper door upright. Although there was a hole, it could at least cover it.

Although they had contact information, Shizuka Hiratsuka and Domamura had never met each other, so Uncle Abe introduced them to each other and sat aside.

"Miss! You must save us, Miss!"

When he heard that the person who came was the eldest lady of the Tokawa Society, Domamura immediately knelt and crawled over. Behind him, a group of Yamazakura group members who could still move also cried and screamed for their parents, with a very powerful momentum.

Shizuka Hiratsuka was overwhelmed when she heard this. She was not here to help Domamura. Compared with the Yamazakura group, she was more worried about her lovely students getting hurt. Besides, the Yamazakura group didn't seem to have any losses. Except for a few more wounds on the face and a few more broken hands and feet, the rest was fine.

If you say that if more of you die, then the Dongchuan Society will help you no matter what, but now...

Eh? No, he seems to say "save them"?

Hiratsuka Shizuka frowned and found that things were not simple.

She is a teacher after all. It is well known that teachers who use fists to teach students are not ordinary. What's more, these Yakuza are all unskilled in studying and come to society. They are born with blood suppression.

The crying men immediately stopped crying. The skill of controlling them freely made Uncle Abe feel that it was a pity that they didn't become actors.

Under the questioning of Hiratsuka Shizuka, Domamura told the whole story.

"I swear to my dead mother that I absolutely don't want to take revenge afterwards. How dare I have the idea of ​​revenge against a monster that can beat us to a pulp with just one leg."

Domamura swore to the sky that it was where his mother was. Although he did many evil things, he believed that his mother must have become a Buddha and ascended to heaven.

"Yes, Miss, I really don't want to die. I don't want to die without someone to sweep my grave." The Yakuza who had said that he was alone and not afraid of threats was now covered with tears and snot. He has decided to contact his hometown as soon as possible tomorrow morning, and told his parents to call the police immediately if he didn't contact for more than a day.

"My daughter is super cute, she can't leave me."

"I don't want to die in a gas explosion."

The people of the Yamazakura group cried and cried, and kept kowtowed to Shizuka Hiratsuka.

Shizuka Hiratsuka's eyes gradually dulled. Is this still the insidious and vicious Yakuza? It's clearly a little baby who ran to his mother's arms for comfort after being scolded on the Internet.

Looking at a group of people who were obviously scared, she felt that this trip was completely in vain. The reason she came was that she was afraid that the Yamazakura group would retaliate against Hojo Kyosuke later. As a student, he might be very good at fighting, but he would definitely not be able to resist this kind of revenge hidden in the dark.

But now it seems that being able to fight is really useful. Not only can he defeat the enemy, but he can also defeat useful subordinates.

Uncle Abe, who was sitting cross-legged on the side, turned 180 degrees on the spot and faced the wall, not wanting to see this group of embarrassing guys.

"Don't be so nervous, Xisaki was just joking with you. He is still a child and would never do such a thing."

Seeing that her goal had been achieved, she just wanted to leave quickly, so she just perfunctorily said something.

"No! That was definitely not a joke. Those eyes are the eyes of someone who has killed someone!"

As Domamura said this, his body trembled unconsciously. When Xisaki Tetsuta walked out of the door and bowed his head to greet everyone, he would never forget the eyes hidden in the shadows and the cold light.

...Murder?

Shizuka Hiratsuka was dumbfounded again. Domamura had repeated what Xisaki Tetsuta had said to her, but in her opinion, it was just a threat that was not too heavy. Although the intelligence collection was indeed very detailed, it was possible that among the people he knew, there were relatives of the Domamura family. As a teacher, she has encountered this situation many times. Even if she wants to learn about the Kuru people in Africa, she will suddenly find out which student knows which classmate's relative in the cram school is an expert.

"Don't think too much. I am their teacher. I know. They are all good students." She was a little angry. As a teacher, how could she tolerate students being slandered as murderers!

"Good students besieged the Yakuza headquarters in the middle of the night and defeated all the Yakuza single-handedly?"

Domamura raised his head and pointed at his black face and two missing teeth while speaking.

"Your teeth were also knocked out?" Although it was inappropriate, Shizuka Hiratsuka asked curiously. Although I have heard of teeth being knocked out many times, it is the first time I have seen it with my own eyes.

"No, it's time for me to change my teeth."

"I see."

"No wonder! Just one kick knocked my teeth away. It wasn't a leather shoe or a sneaker, it was a flip-flop, a size 42 flip-flop that easily kicked my teeth away!" Domamura roared.

"Was it a front kick or a side kick? If it was a roundhouse kick, how many degrees did it rotate?" Hiratsuka Shizuka asked excitedly.

Wow, I didn't expect that little Hojo was so good at hand-to-hand combat. I thought he would use the Hokushin Ittoryu. The swordsman broke into the Yakuza organization alone, it was simply a story in a picture book.

This question did not get an answer. Domamura just took out his pockets, lined up seven or eight teeth on the ground, and looked at the eldest lady of the Tokawa Association with sad eyes.

"You still have your baby teeth, it's quite nostalgic..."

Hiratsuka Shizuka's voice dropped as she spoke. Her eyes dodged.

Isn't Hojo's nickname the Devil Without Hands? How did he become a tooth hunter? Did he open a dental clinic?

"Uh... that, how about I ask for some compensation for you? He shouldn't lack this little money."

After all, the Chinese teacher is a kind person, and at this moment he can't say that his student is a good person. After all, who would use a size 42 flip-flop to kick someone else's precious teeth away? It wouldn't be so cruel to cut a child's baby teeth.

"The teeth are gone, so I just ask the eldest lady to plead for us, for my daughter's sake." Domamura asked again.

"No matter how you look at it, that kind of thing is too exaggerated..."

Hiratsuka Shizuka still didn't believe that Kisaki Tetsuta could do such a cruel thing. It would be more like Doma Village.

Wait...

She finally found something wrong. According to her assumption, the people who are crying for help and wanting her to help solve the gang's revenge should be Hojo Koki and Kisaki Tetsuta.

How did the gang members become the gang members crying and begging Hojo Koki not to retaliate? Who is the bad guy? No matter how you look at it, the Yamazakura Group is the bullied party!

Hmm...

Hiratsuka Shizuka thought about it carefully and felt that even if her lovely students stayed up late at night and besieged the Yakuza organization, they were still not bad guys. After all, how can beating bad guys be considered a bad thing? This is clearly to eliminate violence and protect the good! Needless to say, eliminating violence, as for protecting the good, the Hana Taro in the group can testify. Look how happy he is when Hojo Kyosuke comes, just like seeing his real father. If I just shout "Hojo-kun is here", Katsushika District will be peaceful.

Thinking of this, Shizuka Hiratsuka's guilty conscience gradually disappeared, and her eyes gradually became firm.

"Miss, look at the two people leaning against the wall over there, they are the killers!"

Tomamura climbed two steps and pointed outside from the hole that was kicked out by Uncle Abe before.

Shizuka Hiratsuka leaned over and saw a boy with a yellow crew cut and a black Rukawa Kaede head leaning against the wall on the side of the gate chatting.

"Stop it, Toma! You have lost the face of the Yakuza!"

Uncle Abe shouted in unbearable pain. This is not scared to death, but scared to a psychopath. Even the killer has come out, why don't you say it's a ninja!

"How can the killer stand there so openly?" Shizuka Hiratsuka also looked at Tomamura speechlessly, and decided that in addition to enlightening Hojo Kyosuke tomorrow, he would also educate Xisaki. It's not too much to joke. A good Yakuza was scared into a good baby by his mother.

"That's not the case!" Domamura put his hands on his knees and shouted forcefully.

"From the beginning, those two people stood there. Obviously everyone else was busy working, only the two of them were sitting there doing nothing. We are all Yakuza, don't you know what kind of person they are!"

Domamura said sternly.

"It's a top-secret unit! They don't need to do anything, their little fingers are intact, they have no criminal record, and they have a driver's license. Isn't this the top-secret unit that is specifically responsible for doing this kind of thing!"

He stared at Uncle Abe closely. Although their Yamazakura Group does not have such a department, the Tokawa Club definitely has one!

Hearing this, Uncle Abe's eyes also changed. He licked his fingers and poked a hole in the paper door. He silently observed the two people that Domamura mentioned, and he really found a clue.

Although it looks like he is chatting lazily, his eyes are always observing the surroundings while talking, and his eyes are quite vigilant.

"But if it is really a killer, how could he stand there so openly? This disguise is too poor." Hiratsuka Shizuka said speechlessly.

"Miss, will you be very attentive to the broccoli when eating?" Domamura asked.

"Yes, not being serious when eating is a disrespect for things." Hiratsuka Shizuka answered as a matter of course.

"..."

Domamura was silent for a second, and then said:

"In their eyes, we are just a piece of meat on the chopping board. That is not a poor disguise, but a complete contempt."

His tone was sad. He had seen that the two killers leaning against the wall were looking at him with a contemptuous and complacent smile.

Hearing this, Hiratsuka Shizuka's expression became a little serious, and he also poked a hole in the paper door and looked outside.

Domamura climbed to the crack of the door and watched silently from the crack.

"I didn't expect you to come up with such a lazy way. You are really a genius, Eikichi."

Danma Ryuji patted his friend's shoulder vigorously, and did not hesitate to praise him.

"Born like this, I am also helpless." Onizuka Eikichi smiled proudly.

The two were also going to go up and pick the petals, but the idiot Onitsuka Eikichi was too rough, and the cell walls of all the petals he touched were broken and unusable. Danma Ryuji laughed at them, but when he saw his friend being driven away, he immediately came to his senses and became an idiot.

"But why do we still have to stay here?" Onitsuka asked. Seeing everyone working enthusiastically, he always felt a little guilty, as if everyone was looking at him with strange eyes, but he couldn't find it no matter where he looked.

"Idiot, if we go back to Kanagawa now, we can only eat ramen for breakfast, but if we wait a little longer, we can have a big meal with everyone!"

Danma Ryuji smiled wisely, and he was also looking around vigilantly, fearing that the commander-in-chief would suddenly react and find that he was fishing.

"You are such a genius, Ryuuji!" Onizuka Eikichi exclaimed.

"Thank you, you too!" Danma Ryuuji smiled evilly.

Then the two lowered their heads and started looking around.

It's freezing cold, the keys are frozen, and my fingers can't bend or stretch.

Five thousand today, work hard for six thousand tomorrow, and hope for seven thousand the day after tomorrow.

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