The final result of Kashima's handling of Han Feng's failure to do his homework was to ask him to submit an essay today. As for Han Feng's beating...

Kashima is not stupid, how could he not see that the one who beat Hanfeng was the student in the class who was begging for him?

'Although Han Feng's grades are not good, his emotional intelligence is still quite high. ’

Kashima Yu thought so in his heart, and then said, "Then, let's start the class! Today, we will talk about the manufacturing principle of traps!"

"Iruka, is Er Fatt's dream really to be a chef?" Han Feng, who escaped the catastrophe, asked Iruka next to him in a low voice while pretending to be listening to the class seriously.

Iruka said: "Er fat...cough, Ito's family owns a sushi restaurant. He grew up in a sushi restaurant since he was a child, and he aspires to be the best sushi chef in the village."

Han Feng was puzzled: "Then why does the teacher seem to value him very much? Does he love sushi?"

"No, it's because Er Fat... Ito-san's theoretical knowledge is the best in our class." Iruka covered his forehead and said in pain, "Hanfeng, please don't give Er... Ito-san a messy nickname. "

The cold wind squinted at him: "It's obvious that you are also very easy to say."

"I didn't!" Iruka became angry, he was a principled person!

At this moment, the person sitting in the front row of Iruka suddenly threw a small note backwards.

Iruka was startled, picked up the small note and opened it, a wonderful expression suddenly appeared on his face, and then he followed suit, squinting at the cold wind.

"What?" The cold wind instantly felt a strong malice coming from Iruka.

"For you." Iruka handed over the small note.

The cold wind is stunned: what does this mean? Was confessed?

Cold wind silently opened the small note, and saw the words on it: Moonlight Cold Wind, don't run in the afternoon training class! ! !

"Um?"

Han Feng raised his brows, these three exclamation marks didn't look like they wanted to confess.

Then, the person sitting in front of him also dropped a small note.

Cold Wind subconsciously took it and opened it: Moonlight Cold Wind, heads-up in the afternoon! !

There are three black lines oozing out of Cold Wind's forehead: Which turtle is picking on this?

But before he could lock on the 'suspect', one small note after another was passed from all directions, plus the first two, there were fourteen!

You must know that their entire class is only 30 people!

The cold wind looked at it one by one, all trying to mess with him.

The cold wind covered his head, his heart was so tired.

"Cold wind, are you alright?"

Iruka held back a smile and pretended to be concerned, but he couldn't hide the joy in his eyes.

"I just want to be vulgar and be a beautiful man, why is it so difficult?"

Han Feng held his cheeks with both hands, secretly thankful that he had mastered the throwing of the ninja tool last night, otherwise he would have to be beaten up this afternoon.

but……

'This group of bronzes are really stubborn, no matter what, brother Hanfeng will teach you the truth of life today, and you will be grateful to me when you leave the society in the future. ’

But there is one more problem.

His own ninja throwing has suddenly improved so much, will Kashima be suspected?

Han Feng thought for a while, no, he had to write his composition and hand it in. It's best to let Kashima Yu 'see' his talent for ninja throwing!

Thinking of this, Han Feng immediately pulled out a workbook from the drawer, only to find that he didn't have a pen, so he hurriedly borrowed one from Iruka.

On the top, Kajima Isamu eloquently explained the knowledge points of trap making, and below, the cold wind eloquently wrote the experience of throwing ninja tools.

For the cold wind who has fully mastered the throwing of ninja tools, writing a five-hundred-word essay is a piece of cake.

In less than forty minutes, Han Feng completed his composition.

After the break between classes, Han Feng immediately went to Kashima Yu with the composition.

Kashima-yong read it once, showing an astonishing expression, and praised without hesitation: "Hanfeng, I didn't expect you to have such a deep understanding of ninja throwing!"

Han Feng said modestly: "It's all well taught by the teacher."

"No matter how good the teacher is, it's useless if you don't listen."

If Kashima is pointed, Han Feng can write down his experience so quickly, it can only mean... He didn't listen to his lectures at all when he was in class, but was burying his head in writing his experience!

Cold wind showed an embarrassed smile.

"Okay, let's go back."

Isamu Kashima didn't say much, just waved Hanfeng back to the classroom.

Back in the classroom, Han Feng found that everything was normal in the class, but thinking of the fourteen small notes on the desk, Han Feng smiled silently, thinking to eat more lunch today, so that he would have the strength to beat people.

In the next few theoretical classes, not only Han Feng didn't want to listen, but half of the class was also absent-minded, silently waiting for the time to pass.

finally!

"Okay, the morning class is over here, get out of class is over."

Kashima Isamu looked at the students who were about to move below, and couldn't help but reminded, "Classmates, the actual combat training class in the afternoon is guided by the head teacher of Class 1, Mr. Hiramatsu Taishi. Everyone, please be careful, don't make trouble for Mr. Dazhi, you know?"

"Yes!"

A group of bronzes shouted emotionally.

Isamu Kashima shook his head and turned to leave the classroom.

As soon as he left, the class suddenly became active.

Red beans ran to the last row with the bento for the first time.

"Hanfeng, you're done, the latest information, in the afternoon training session, you will face more than a dozen opponents, the form is very serious!" Hongdou made a dignified expression.

"rest assured."

Han Feng took out his sushi bento and hummed, "I am the strongest!"

"Eh? Sushi!"

Seeing the contents of the Hanfeng Bento, Hongdou exclaimed in surprise, "Hanfeng, you don't want to eat rice balls anymore?"

Speaking of this, Han Feng's face darkened. He pointed to the seaweed and sesame sushi in the bento, and asked, "Red bean, is this sushi different from rice balls?"

"Of course there is a difference!"

Suddenly, an excited voice came over, it was Ito Futoshi who worked hard and studied hard at the ninja school with the dream of being a chef.

"How can onigiri be compared to sushi?"

Ito Futian said with a displeased face, "Sushi can be divided into box sushi, rolled sushi, large roll, thin roll, hand roll, inner roll..."

While speaking, Ito Erpang had come to the cold wind's table and saw the seaweed and sesame sushi in his bento.

"This...this is not sushi!"

Ito Erpang was furious, "Sushi is not like this, you are being lazy, you have sullied sushi, and the sushi produced in this way is just..."

"No soul?" Cold Wind reminded him.

"Yes, such sushi has no soul at all!" Er Fatty was very excited.

The cold wind was a little baffled and looked at Iruka: "What's wrong with him?"

"Hanfeng, I told you before, Erpang's family...cough, Ito-san's family makes sushi." Iruka said softly.

"I see."

Han Feng looked down at the seaweed and sesame sushi in the bento, and vaguely understood.

Sushi is probably sacred and inviolable in the hearts of Erpang classmates, it is a belief, and it is a dream to pursue a lifetime, and these sushi made by Keeko... I don't say anything, and Han Feng himself is wronged.

"Anyway!"

Er Fatty glared at the cold wind, and said, "Moonlight Cold Wind, the actual combat training in the afternoon, make up your mind!"

Erpang glared at book friends who didn't vote: What about the recommendation votes? !