Rebirth of Japanese high school students

"Good morning, Senior Sister Mingyue." When Li Xuehao arrived at school in the morning, he met Mingyue Yuehua standing at the gate of the academy.

The inconspicuous school uniform accentuated her slender waist and long legs. She was holding a wooden sword in her left hand and wore the armband of the Discipline Association on her right arm. Her expression was serious. Every student entering and leaving the school gate saluted her respectfully.

, also appeared to be very cautious.

"Good morning, Manaka." Seeing him, Mingyue Yuka's eyes seemed a little wandering, "Today is still the same as yesterday. You go back to the classroom and come to the office to find me after class in the afternoon."

"Okay, Senior Sister Mingyue." Li Xuehao nodded and agreed, with some ominous premonition in his heart. He probably had some "important" tasks assigned to him in the afternoon.

After changing into indoor shoes, Li Xuehao carried his schoolbag and prepared to go upstairs. His class is on the second floor, the third floor is for second grade students, and the fourth floor and above are all for third grade students.

"Hey, Manaka." A familiar voice stopped him from behind.

It was Naomi Fukuoka. Li Xuehao knew who it was without turning around. He turned around and saw Naomi Fukuoka holding a large stack of things. "Good morning, Senior Sister Fukuoka."

"Well, good morning, help me get it." Naomi Fukuoka was holding a thick stack of books in her hands. Didn't she actually bring her school bag?

"Okay." A day ago, Naomi Fukuoka would have rather broken her hand than let him help. It was probably because of "taking care of" her yesterday, so she reluctantly regarded herself as someone with whom she could communicate.

Throwing the schoolbag on his shoulder, and then taking the stack of books in her hand, Li Xuehao asked curiously: "Where is Senior Fuyuan's schoolbag?"

"In the classroom." Fukuoka Naomi said calmly, rubbing her sore wrist.

"What about these books?" Li Xuehao glanced at the thick stack of books in his hand. They didn't seem to be textbooks.

"It's a kendo manual to be distributed to the members of the kendo club." After her sore wrists were relieved, Fukuoka Naomi said coldly while stroking her hair that had fallen to her forehead.

"Kendo manual?" Li Xuehao was secretly surprised. One of the books was as thick as one centimeter and the size was about the size of A4 paper. Can such a small manual contain so much content?

"Yes." At the same time as she responded, Fukuoka Naomi glanced sideways at him and kept walking forward, "Your handkerchief has been washed. Follow me to the classroom to get it to you."

"Okay, senior."

The two walked up the steps and didn't talk to each other since. Naomi Fukuoka was slightly ahead of Li Xuehao, and Li Xuehao followed her holding a stack of kendo manuals. The atmosphere was a little quiet for a while.

At this time, because it was still early, not many people were going up and down the steps. The people who occasionally passed by, whether they were boys or girls, seemed to be a little afraid of Fukuoka Naomi, so they said hello and left in a hurry.

Fukuoka Naomi never said a word from beginning to end. Even if someone greeted her "good morning", she pretended not to have heard it.

Li Xuehao secretly lamented that compared to Ming Yue Yuehua, no matter whether she was a junior student or not, she would always respond to greetings. Even if she didn't respond, she would signal with her eyes, making it hard for people to make mistakes.

It would be very rude for Naomi Fukuoka to treat others as if they don't exist. Fortunately, she is in the third grade. In this school, except for the teachers, no one will say anything even if she doesn't respond to anyone.

But this approach will obviously make the students in the same school gradually alienate her. Even if the students in the lower grades will say hello to her out of courtesy when they see her, those in the same grade as her will probably treat her as a transparent person.

Probably only the members of the Kendo Club would regard her as a god-like existence.

Taking a look at her back, Li Xuehao felt a pity in his heart. She was such a cute girl with a good figure and beauty. If she wasn't grumpy and cold-tempered, she would definitely be very popular.

The boys passing by before didn't even dare to look at her, let alone know how to write love letters to express their feelings to her.

The two of them continued walking in silence, and another boy came down in front of them.

He is a very tall boy, about 1.8 meters to 1.9 meters tall. He has short hair and a handsome face. He has a calm demeanor. If he were not wearing a school uniform, he would probably be thought of as a young teacher in the academy.

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Seeing this person appear, Fukuoka Naomi finally reacted, stopped, looked at the boy who came down and asked: "Nakamura, when did you come back?" Although the voice was as cold as ever, at least it was not completely ignored.

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"Just arrived this morning." The boy glanced at her, then at Li Xuehao, without saying anything, and continued walking down.

This is another rude guy!

Li Xuehao secretly thought, judging from the fact that he did not say hello to Fukuoka Naomi, he must be a third-year student. However, Li Xuehao himself seemed to have forgotten that he did not say hello to the seniors.

"Wow, is he Nakamura-senpai? He's so handsome!"

"Really, I heard that there are girls who haven't dated yet."

When passing by the third floor, two girls came out of the door of the classroom next to the corridor. They looked excitedly at the back of the tall and handsome boy who was going downstairs.

The two of them may have been preparing to go downstairs just now, but when they saw Naomi Fukuoka on the side, they were immediately startled. They quickly said "good morning" and ran down from Li Xuehao with their heads lowered.

But maybe because he was a little nervous, he accidentally bumped into the corner of the stack of kendo manuals he was holding in his hand. Seeing that the manual was about to fall from the top, Li Xuehao's expression tightened and he quickly turned his hands in the direction where the manual was out of balance.

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"touch~"

"Hmm~"

That direction happened to be where Fukuoka Naomi was. Li Xuehao pushed her against the wall. He also grabbed the top kendo manual in his hand to prevent it from falling. It felt very soft.

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His hand even squeezed it subconsciously. It was indeed soft, but it didn't feel like a kendo manual.

Fukuoka Naomi blushed and looked at him with shame and anger. The feeling on her chest made her know what happened. This was the second time!

This bastard!

"Don't let me go yet!"

Li Xuehao finally realized what he had caught. He retracted his hand as if he was electrocuted, and explained hastily and awkwardly: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. That, I didn't know..."

"Shut up!" Fukuoka Naomi felt ashamed and angry, but she didn't do anything. She gritted her teeth and walked up the steps to the fourth floor.

Li Xuehao was a little embarrassed. Although Naomi Fukuoka did not attack him in anger, he was the one who "attacked" first after all, and this was already the second time. If yesterday's time was "passive", then today's

This time it was "active". To molest a girl like this, even if it was not intentional, seems unjustifiable.

I followed Naomi Fukuoka cautiously all the way up to the 4th floor and stepped into the corridor.

Because Naomi Fukuoka was walking in front, Li Xuehao couldn't see her expression, but he definitely didn't look good.

After thinking about it, Li Xuehao still thought that this kind of thing should be explained clearly to avoid any misunderstanding: "Senior sister, I'm really sorry just now, I..."

"Needless to say!" Naomi Fukuoka, who was walking in front, stopped and interrupted him coldly, "Just pretend that this incident never happened. Do you understand? You are not allowed to mention it in the future."

"...Yes, I understand." Li Xuehao smiled bitterly, but the girls were not prepared to care about it anymore. What else could he say? Did he really want them to get angry and fight him?