In the early morning of the next day, Han Feng took his little brother to the ninja school with a refreshing feeling.

Although I practiced throwing ninja tools for more than two hours last night, I completely mastered the throwing of ninja tools because of this, and Han Feng was in a good mood.

"Brother, I want to learn Kuwu throwing."

Moonlight Blast suddenly pleaded, and Han Fenglu's hand last night really surprised him.

"You want to learn this?"

Han Feng subconsciously wanted to refuse. It wasn't because he hid his secrets, but because his younger brother's talent was limited. Even if he devoted himself to Konoha-ryu's swordsmanship, he would only be a special Jōnin in the end. If he was distracted by other things, it would not drag him further hind legs?

But after thinking about it, it was wrong. After all, the little brother has already gone to the ninja school. Even if he doesn't teach, in the next semester, the teachers of the ninja school will teach them.

And ninja throwing, creating traps, tracking, and anti-tracking are all basic skills that ninjas must have. Even if the energy of the moonlight blast will be scattered, the younger brother must master these, otherwise he will not be able to mix in the ninja world.

So Han Feng nodded: "Yes, but you can only practice Kunai made of wood now."

"Oh, I see!"

Moonlight Blast was very excited.

When they got to the ninja school, the two separated.

Cold wind returned to his class, and was blocked by red beans as soon as he entered.

"Cold wind, let's have a picnic after school in the afternoon!" Hongdou laughed.

"Can you not go?" Han Feng asked.

"Okay, you've already paid for it anyway." Hongdou looked happy.

"Then... let me go."

The cold wind sighed, mainly because he was reluctant to pocket money.

And the ninja school was over at 3:30 in the afternoon. He took half an hour to send his little brother home, and then reunited with Red Bean and the others, so there was no time.

"Then it's settled!"

Just as Hongdou was about to turn away, she suddenly looked back at the bruises on Han Feng's face and asked, "Chan Feng, is the injury on your face okay?"

"It's nothing, a little bruise will heal in two days." Han Feng said.

"Then I'm relieved." Hongdou patted his chest, and then ran away.

"Relax? What do you mean?" Han Feng looked suspicious.

Sitting on his seat, Han Feng put his hands on his cheeks, yawned long, narrowed his eyes and started to take a nap.

"Cold wind, cold wind!!"

I don't know how long it has passed, and suddenly a voice woke up the dazed cold wind, "How about your homework?"

"Ah? Oh, homework." Han Feng opened his sullen eyes, wiped it, and still didn't regain his senses, "What homework?"

At this time, standing in front of the cold wind and collecting homework, it was Ito Futoshi who worked hard and studied hard at the ninja school with the dream of being a chef.

"A ninja throwing experience of no less than 500 words!"

Ito Fu slapped the stack of workbooks in his hand on the table, and gritted his teeth, "You won't forget it, right? This is a homework thanks to you!!"

"Uh……"

The corners of the cold wind twitched slightly.

He remembered it when he got home last night, but he was tortured by his mother and forgot about it when he was nervous. After that, he spent more than two hours practicing ninja throwing, and he couldn't even remember his homework!

"Ha, I remembered, I forgot my homework at home!" Han Feng looked annoyed, "I'm sorry, that, classmate Erpang, why don't I bring it back tomorrow?"

"Who is fat? I'm plump, not fat. I'll definitely lose weight when I grow up!" Ito Erpang was furious.

"Yes, classmate Er Chuan will be able to thin into a lightning bolt when he grows up!" Han Feng flattered.

"It's almost there."

Ito Erpang snorted and said, "Do you like to hand in your homework or not, anyway, I will tell the teacher truthfully."

"Student Erpang, don't be like this, it's not that I didn't pay, I forgot it at home!" Han Feng struggled, "So, I'll write an article now, okay?"

Ito Erpang shook his head: "No, I'm going to hand it in now, will you hand it in?"

"Thousands of thousands of mountains are always love, can you give me a chance?"

"no."

Itou Erpang said angrily, "We didn't have homework yesterday, but it turned out to be you. We all had to stay at home and do our homework, but you ended up doing this, this, this..."

"The culprit?" Han Feng reminded.

"Yes, but you didn't write the culprit, Moonlight Cold Wind, you are too shameless." Ito Erpang burst into anger.

At this time, everyone in the class had already arrived, and when they heard the voice behind the classroom, they turned their heads blankly and stared at the cold wind, the atmosphere was a little dignified.

Han Feng found that even Yui, the oil girl with the lowest sense of existence, was looking at him at this time, which put a lot of pressure on him.

"Cold wind, are you...really okay?"

Iruka looked at him pitifully, "It took me two hours to finish my homework yesterday."

"Yeah, it took me two and a half hours!"

"It's all caused by the moonlight and the cold wind!"

"But this guy didn't write it, shameless!"

"Shit him!"

Red Bean raised his right hand and shouted in excitement.

Han Feng looked at Hongdou in disbelief. He could tell that the person who incited everyone to beat him yesterday was Hongdou!

No wonder she said just now, don't worry, the feelings are all instigated by this fellow!

The cold wind glared at the red beans.

When Hongdou saw that he was exposed, he hurriedly sat down and showed a smile with two dimples, trying to pass the level.

"The teacher is here!"

Erpang Ito suddenly lit up, picked up the homework book on the table, and ran to the teacher's door with short legs to report, "Teacher, except for the moonlight and cold wind, everyone's homework yesterday was handed in."

"Um?"

Isamu Kashima was stunned. If he remembered correctly, wasn't Han Feng reminding him of his homework yesterday?

this kid...

What kind of trick?

Isamu Kashima motioned to Futaba Ito to put the workbook on the podium.

"Classmate Cold Wind."

Isamu Kashima walked to the podium and asked earnestly, "Where's your homework?"

Han Feng stood up from his seat, and the classmates in the class looked back at him one after another, showing an expectant expression of turning on the TV and watching a movie.

"Teacher, I was beaten yesterday, I was beaten up yesterday!"

The cold wind suddenly showed a sad and angry expression.

At this moment, the classmates who saw him in the class looked away very tacitly. One or two of them all sat upright and did not look sideways. Among them, Hongdou was the most.

"I was beaten?" Kashima looked at the bruises on Han Feng's face and frowned, "Who was beaten?"

"I was beaten without seeing it."

Cold wind.

Hanfeng deliberately didn't tell the truth, because he knew that the person who beat him would definitely stand up and say good things for him, so as to divert Kashima's attention.

Sure enough, as soon as Han Feng's words fell, Hongdou stood up in a hurry: "Teacher, Han Feng must have been beaten, so he couldn't do his homework."

"Yes, teacher, please forgive the cold wind this time."

"Just ask him to submit a supplementary article today!"

After the false alarm, the 'culprits' in the class immediately spoke out to excuse the cold wind and plead for mercy. Their expressions were sincere and their tone of voice was sincere, but they were all scolding mothers in their hearts.

Moonlight Cold Wind, this grandson, is too chicken thief!

No, I can't bear this grievance, and I have to beat him up in the afternoon!

Too shameless, moonlight and cold wind! !

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