"Hey! This seat is mine." A short, fat boy ran over and pointed to where No. 3 was sitting and shouted.
No. 3 didn't even look at him and said calmly: "Not anymore."
Nami Yamamoto sat on the chair and did not rush to take out the textbook. Instead, she tilted her head and watched this scene with interest. In addition to Yamamoto Nami, many people also showed concern for No. 3. It was indeed rare for a new transfer student to be so arrogant on the first day.
After No. 3 said those words calmly, the class burst into laughter. The slightly fat young man's face turned red with anger, and he showed a fierce gaze, threatening in a dark way: "Boy, don't even ask me who your young master is! Are you tired of living?"
Hearing this, No. 3 raised his head slightly, glanced at him lightly, and asked, "Who are you?"
The young man said with some pride: "My name is Minokawa Bell, and the current deputy mayor of Yokohama, Minokawa Yashima, is my father."
No. 3 looked at him with a strange look. The young man misunderstood, thinking that No. 3 was a little scared after hearing that his father was the deputy mayor of Yokohama City who wields huge power. He immediately stood there arrogantly. Waiting for the person who grabbed his seat to humbly apologize to him.
In fact, the only thing that made No. 3 feel weird was his name. He just felt that the name was a bit weird.
After a brief silence, No. 3 said lightly: "Oh." After that, he casually dropped a few books and pens on the table to the ground, leaned directly on the chair, half-squinted his eyes, and completely There was no intention of giving up his seat or apologizing.
A burst of laughter erupted in the classroom again. Minikawa Bell relied on the fact that his father was the current deputy mayor of Yokohama City. He was extremely arrogant here and had offended many classmates. It's just that most of the students here are businessmen's children. Due to his strong official background, they don't dare to say anything, and the teachers don't dare to care. Now that someone can let him eat turtles, these people are the happiest.
Hanachuan Bell felt like he couldn't hold on to his dignity anymore, he raised his fists and shouted: "Boy, I'm a master of black karate. If you don't get out of here, don't blame me for being rude!"
After No. 3 heard it, he still said a faint "Oh".
Seeing this, the surrounding students burst into harsh laughter, laughing at Hanachuan Bell who only dared to speak but did not dare to take action. At this moment, Hanachuan Bell finally completely angered Hanachuan Bell. He lost his mind and shouted loudly. The fist suddenly hit No. 3.
At this time, No. 3's eyes suddenly opened, and a cold light flashed in his cold eyes.
"boom!"
Faced with the incoming fist, No. 3 took the lead and kicked Hanakawa Bell in the stomach. Hanakawa Bell didn't even have time to scream and flew backwards until he hit a desk with no one behind him. They huddled together and fell to the ground, and then they let out bursts of miserable screams.
At this moment, the whole class gasped when they saw this, because except for a few people sitting next to No. 3, no one else could see how No. 3 took action.
In their eyes, they only saw No. 3's body swaying slightly before Hanachuan Bell flew out. Only Yamamoto Nami and a few people around him saw that No. 3 turned his upper body slightly to the side, and kicked Hanakawa Bell's abdomen with one foot under the table like lightning. What a terrifying speed! It was this kick that made everyone in the class know that No. 3 was definitely not a good person.
After a while, the class bell rang outside the classroom. Even at this time, when the head teacher came in, few people noticed. Almost everyone's eyes were staring at No. 3 as if they were looking at a monster. The kick just now was really too shocking for them.
"What's going on? What's going on?" The middle-aged head teacher who was preparing for class came in and saw a mess in the classroom. The whole place was extremely silent. He was so angry that he trembled all over and slammed the textbook in his hand. , threw it on the podium, and walked straight over.
"Hanachuan Bell, what's going on?"
Hanachuan Bell was holding his stomach in pain at this time, his upper and lower body were twitching, and he had no strength or energy to answer him.
Seeing this, the head teacher frowned and asked loudly: "Who can tell me what happened?" The whole class was silent, no one dared to speak, they were all afraid of revenge on the 3rd, and such righteous speeches were useless. They won't do things that would offend people even if they are beneficial. For children born into such a capital family, the first lesson they learn in life is the trade-off between interests.
The head teacher became even more angry at this time. Although these young masters and young ladies were difficult to serve, they still respected the school rules and disciplines, and at least they did not do anything too outrageous on the surface. But today, as soon as he came over, he saw one of his students being beaten. Not only did everyone in the class not help, but no one paid attention to him. He felt that his face could not be saved.
And at this moment, a cold voice said: "I was the one who hit you. What's the matter with you!"
The furious head teacher looked over at the sound and saw an unfamiliar student leaning on a chair, looking half asleep.
"Who are you?"
The head teacher asked doubtfully.
After seeing that No. 3 was silent, he thought again and asked with some uncertainty: "Are you the new classmate, Chen Daomingjun?"
No. 3 nodded slightly when he heard this.
"Why did you hit him?"
"He's going to hit me."
"Why did he hit you?"
"He wants my place, but I won't give it to him."
The whole class broke out in sweat on the spot. Number three simply stole Hanakawa Bell's position, okay? The head teacher's brows frowned more and more. He suppressed the anger in his heart and said, "This is Hanachuan Bell's position. You took his position and hit someone. It's your fault."
No. 3 didn't scan him, closed his eyes slightly and said, "It's mine now."
"You..." The head teacher pointed at No. 3 and was so angry that he couldn't speak. He has been a teacher for more than ten years, and no student has ever dared to talk to him like this in public. For a moment, he really didn't know what to do.
After a long while, the head teacher calmed down his anger and said: "You follow me to the teaching office now!"
Hearing this, No. 3 opened his eyes slightly and looked at the man in front of him who was about forty years old, wearing decent clothes and gold-rimmed glasses. At first glance, he seemed to have a literary background.
Number Three asked in confusion: "Why?"
In the "Black Dragon Group" training camp, when any two killer students have a Mao Dun conflict, they can kill each other through various despicable methods, either frontally or behind the scenes. Instead of stopping them, the instructors will actively encourage them, and some even award.
