General Man: The Days Of My Youth Are Never Boring!

Sakita Azusakawa was never a popular guy in school.

He himself knows this well, although he is not careful in dealing with people, but he also cares about his boundaries with other people, and has always been in a state where the well water does not violate the river water with the student in the school, and he is also safe in a short time.

But as the week began, the atmosphere around me changed a bit.

There are more and more talk about the relationship between him and Mai Sakurajima, and you can hear gossip from passers-by at any time while walking on the road, most of them mocking him.

Saki didn't care about this, it didn't really matter what they said, he was mentally prepared, and at the same time he didn't think that a few simple words could bring any substantial trouble to himself and Mai-senpai.

But today the situation has changed again.

The moment he pushed the door open, the lively classroom immediately became silent.

Now that class was still some time away, there was no teacher standing behind Azusa Chuan, but they just quieted down in unison, and there were originally a few people around his desk, and at this time they also returned to their places.

So the contents of his desk were completely exposed.

It was a bouquet of white flowers.

The silence in the classroom contrasts sharply with the laughter in the hallway.

Because Sakita Azusakawa himself did not make a sound, the people around him couldn't help but hold their breath, some seemed to look at the textbook indifferently, and some took a pen and wrote and drew indiscriminately, but they couldn't help but flicker their eyes and glance over there from time to time.

The brown-haired boy didn't get as angry as they thought, he just calmly raised his head, his indifferent gaze sweeping over everyone.

Their gazes met in the air, so onlookers dodged, some smiling innocently, as if to say, "You asked for it."

From their reaction, it is impossible to confirm who put the flower on their table.

He took a deep breath, grabbed the flower on the table, broke it hard and threw it in the trash.

"Yo, what's wrong, why is it so quiet today?"

At this moment, Su Muyang was late.

As soon as I walked into the classroom, I noticed that the people around me were burying their heads lower than the other.

He saw Azusa Azusa at the back of the classroom with an ugly face, and he realized something.

For a while, everyone in the classroom was silent.

There are two people in the C class in one year who are incompatible with the atmosphere, one is the "alone" Sakita Azusagawa, who does not echo or deliberately confront, and the other is Su Muyang - this guy is much more troublesome than Azusagawa - he does everything according to his preferences, regardless of what the people around him think and how he comes to his heart.

Now, this moody demon king is going to trample the atmosphere under his feet again.

Su Muyang walked to the back of the classroom, lowered his head and saw the white flowers in the garbage can, so the lines of the story became clear in his mind.

"Snap-"

He kicked over, and the trash can flew to the wall and fell, falling to the ground and cracking and scattering the garbage inside.

Perhaps none of them expected Su Muyang to behave so aggressively, and for a while everyone was stunned in their positions, looking at the two people behind in disbelief—especially Su Muyang.

The complex and fearful gaze seemed to be looking at an inhuman monster that could not communicate with words.

"Who put the flowers."

His momentum climbed step by step, like a mountain overwhelming the people breathless.

"Okay," Zichuan pressed Su Muyang's shoulders, seemingly having adjusted his emotions, "It's not necessary, it shouldn't be done by someone in the class."

"That... It's Kento Shinkawa, Class J," a girl spoke up weakly, "I came early today, and I saw him go out when I got to the classroom."

Su Muyang turned around and left.

"What are you going to do?" Azusa took his arm.

"If someone doesn't want to see us better, we're going to fight."

His voice was clear and loud, and everyone in the classroom could hear it clearly.

"Then I'll go with you."

Su Muyang looked at Zichuan, and saw that his face was very firm, so he nodded: "Then together." "

School bullying is such a thing, the more you swallow it, the easier it is to be intensified.

As soon as they walked out of the classroom, the teacher of the first class passed them: "Hey, class is going to start soon, what are you doing!" "

There are things," Su Muyang said simply, "The teacher doesn't need to care about us.

After that, they didn't wait for the teacher's next reaction, so they quickly ran up to the third floor.

Not only the teacher of Class C arrived in the classroom, but also the teacher of Class J, so when the students in the classroom saw Su Muyang and Zichuan, who knew that a teacher was kicking open the door and breaking in, they were even more shocked and speechless.

Obviously, this teacher was not mentally prepared, and looked at the two people in front of the door with wide eyes for a while, but did not know what to say.

Instead, under the snow sitting in the corner was the first to react: "Student Su, why are you interfering with our class?" The

girl's tone was neither humble nor arrogant, and her slightly frowned eyebrows showed that she was not in a good mood at this time.

"The specific details will be discussed in the afternoon, now I will only ask one thing - which is Kento Shinkawa?"

Several students subconsciously set their sights on the glasses man in the last row of the classroom.

Although exposed, he didn't seem to be much flustered, and even looked at Su Muyang who came close to the front with confidence: "That's right, I'm Kento Shinkawa, what do you want?" "

You did the white flowers on Sakita's table?"

He raised his head: "Yes and how."

"You should know what this behavior means, right?"

"Oh, just a weak boy like him, dead and alive..." The

next words could not be said, Su Muyang grabbed his arm and fell him over the shoulder and dropped him on the chair, the leg of the chair could not withstand the pressure and broke, so his back was further in close contact with the ground.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Azusa went up and kicked him a few more times.

Unable to speak, the muscles in his mouth spasmed, and he let out a not-so-clear wail, and then he couldn't even howl - his chest was stepped on, and the feeling of suffocation made him breathless, and he soon coughed.

"What are you doing!"

At this time, the teacher on the podium came to his senses, and he ran over angrily and stretched out his finger to point at Su Muyang.

"Don't let go of your feet yet, are you trying to kill!"

"Don't be nervous, this teacher, there will be no life cases in your class, I know more about killing people than you, so you don't have to worry about him dying here."

"Look at how you are now, so I don't know why you always like to use tricks - put a flower on the table like a little fart and curse him to death? You see how simple and straightforward I am.

"Please let go of him."

This is the sound under the snow.

"You're doing it wrong."

"Then is it right for him to bully Sakita unscrupulously?"

"No matter what, the nature of hitting people is different."

"I apologize if this makes you feel uncomfortable, but..." he bent down and patted Kento Shinkawa's face, "We do things, that's it." Shinkawa

stared at him, hatred about to overflow his eyes.