The Most Beautiful Boy In Tokyo

The table was slapped with a thud, and again and again, every time Yu Xianzhi wanted to speak, he would be interrupted by the sudden slap of the table.

"Bastard! Are you listening to me!!!"

The bald dean shouted loudly, "I'll tell you to stand up straight, open your eyes, and study hard with the classmates around you, even if your grades are poor and your character is not good enough, you're going to rely on the Yuwei of the Miyamoto family for the rest of your life? !"

As he spoke, he slapped the table vigorously, and suddenly found that he couldn't take it anymore.

Yu Xian Zhisheng kicked the rusted table away, and fell to the ground with a clatter, while the eyes of the boy in front of him were covered with an indescribable darkness.

"Go away, Uncle Smelly." Yu Xianzhi said softly, "Your mouth smells too bad."

For a time the scene was deadly quiet.

The head of the bald dean took two steps back, sweating from his forehead.

The students who looked over were also stunned.

No one could have imagined that it would be such a broken situation, and everyone was actually waiting for the child to be scolded and run out in tears. The dean of the so-called 'Iron Masked Dog' once scolded and cried many students, both male and female, treated equally, and there were not a few who were scolded for despair and dropped out of school. When parents brought their children home, they did not think about how to resist the school, but It is to scold their children again, and some even beat the children wildly in front of teachers and students to seek forgiveness.

However, he was unexpectedly friendly in the face of the boys and girls in the art one-way education area. It is not necessary to think that all the students there have strong family backgrounds, and he can take pictures of several famous families with just a slap. When the descendants come out, scolding their children is equivalent to insulting the entire family. When it is resolved in private, the school will definitely make him kneel and kowtow to apologize.

At this moment, the children in the general education area were all excited. The school uniform on Yu Xianzhi's body was the school uniform of the general education area. How dare he slap the "Iron Masked Dog" in the face of so many people? Awesome! So cool!

It is no exaggeration to say that this group of students who usually only dare to spit and talk in private are full of blood and blood. The name Yu Xianzhisheng was engraved in their hearts in just 30 seconds. Prometheus Pirates of fire brings light to the world, but that's all.

Is it just that this young man will be nailed to a pillar like Prometheus and let the vultures peck at it?

"You, you!" The dean pointed at Yu Xianzhi with trembling hands.

He really wanted to slap him, but he really didn't dare.

The parents in the central district were watching from behind. If they really hit the mark and were seen by the parents, the parents would inevitably wonder if their children would have the same experience at school.

What's more, the woman from the Miyamoto family is not easy to mess with.

Back then, the appearance of Mr. Okabata being cut into a dead dog with a bamboo knife is still vivid in his mind.

Verbal violence is far more terrifying than physical violence. Physical violence can at least be traced. Call the police or call back, but verbal violence kills people invisibly, and the organs and spirit are corrupted and destroyed together.

I thought that I could scolded him and collapsed, so I would grab someone first.

But now, it's self-defeating.

The cheers and whistles of the boys sounded loudly in the direction of the back of the bald head.

"Wait for me!" The bald man left a ruthless remark, and hurriedly walked behind the ceremony table, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and sat on the seat on the ceremony table.

Anyway, you're going to make a fool of yourself in front of the whole school today, so there's really no need to fight with you right now.

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The rain was heavy and continuous.

Kirima Michi pulled Miyamoto Yukiko and sat down in a seat near the Chuo Ward.

Miyamoto Yukiko stretched out her swan-like neck and looked around for Yu Xian Zhisheng's figure. She really wanted to tell him, try not to be stubborn, it's okay to give up, anyway, after you officially learn music theory, everything will be fine.

She didn't know that Yu Xianzhi was taken to a very remote place to sit, just like a student who was exiled, otherwise she would probably rush to the ceremony and flip the table to get angry.

"You don't have to look for it, the children who want to perform should all be preparing in the background." Kirima Michi put her hand on Miyamoto Yukiko's hand and comforted.

Miyamoto Yukiko sighed softly.

tom! tom!

Tongma Michi's face tightened and she held her breath.

This is the sound of the taiko drum representing the upcoming start of the school anthem.

All the sitting children stood up in an uproar at this moment.

tom! tom! tom!

The drum sounded three times in a row.

The sound that was infinitely amplified by the sound of the electric current made even the rain on the ground tremble.

The Dongda Art Council stood up.

Parents of students stood shoulder to shoulder.

The students stood up, clenched their fists and hit the ginkgo badge on their left chest.

"Ow!" A student in the crowd let out a wolf howl.

Yu Xian Zhisheng, who was drowsy with his neck up and dreaming of fishing, was immediately woken up by the fright. The fish that he had just dreamed of disappeared in his mind, and he came to the wild forest after a sleep?

"Oooo, oooo!" The surrounding students hooted together.

This scene is as strange as it can be. Taiko drums are accompanied by howls, and a female student in the one-way art area is raising her fist and directing the whole movement.

"Wow woohoo! All look at me!"

"preparation!"

The sound of the taiko gradually ceased and replaced with the sound of the eight-footed flute.

"Yaaaaa!" The girl raised her arms high like a big bird, shouting loudly.

Forgive Yu Xianzhi, who is proficient in birthday language, but did not understand the meaning of the girl's babble. It is speculated that it is very likely to be a kind of oath before taking the oath.

The grand accompaniment sounded.

The voices of all the students rushed over like waves.

""The Ginkgo Ginkgo"."

"Ginkgo leaves stick out from the window."

"Tenderly stroke my head."

"I'm about to leave for the future...why wait there."

"When the cherry blossoms bloom, the ginkgo will also bid farewell."

"The troubles of the years make people..."

Finally living in the world, Yu Xianzhi wiped the sweat from his forehead. He watched the female student on the podium directing the whole chorus of the school song in various strange poses.

Close your arms, stretch your thighs, hello, JOJO?

Point your toes on the ground, turn in circles, the identity of Sailor Moon will not be played, right?

Hey, hey, you don't have a bamboo dragonfly in your pocket, so you don't have to stretch out your hand to shake it and look back.

Everyone sang cheerfully, and Yu Xianzhi was very happy to complain.

There are too many flaws.

After the school anthem was over, everyone sat down, and Kazuki Sawano, the orthodox principal of Dongda Art Affiliated Primary School, officially took the stage to deliver a speech.

First praised the students for their efforts in learning, and then hoped that they would make persistent efforts.

Unlike other students who were drowsy at this time, Yu Xian Zhisheng changed his sleep state and earnestly obtained useful information from Principal Sawano Kazuki's speech.

Really got it.

Last year, the overall ranking of the Art School attached to Todai University dropped by two places in Tokyo, and it was squeezed out by the newly developed genius youth project team of Hokkaido No. 1 Art Academy and Waseda.

Not a happy talk anyway.

The parents seemed to share life and death, and all of them looked serious, and they couldn't help but look more severe when they looked at their children.

"—Please prepare for the exams for the sixth graders who are about to graduate and rush to the best compulsory education junior high school in Honda District." Sawano Kazuki's voice spread through every corner of the gymnasium hall through the current of the microphone.

"Students in the art one-way education area, I sincerely hope that all of you will be able to pass the inspection and review smoothly and be directly promoted to the junior high school headquarters." Kazuki Sawano paused, "and at the Starlight Awards in early April, Great honor for the school."

"This is the end of my speech." Sawano Kazuki finished speaking, bowed his head in a salute, and walked down.

This elderly old man didn't talk much nonsense unexpectedly, and his voice was full of magnetism, and his words showed natural prestige, giving him the feeling of being an orthodox principal.

Everyone applauded.

Yu Xianzhisheng was also applauding, thinking about something.

Figure skating, kendo, flower arranging, and a series of trainings, Yukiko arranged so many tasks for herself on the [Road to Spirituality] course schedule, wouldn't she just want me to participate in this starlight award Bar?

Yu Xianzhisheng's expression changed instantly.

Writing a novel is enough to help you make money and pay off your debts, Yukiko!

Get up and go to school on time, go home from school on time, go fishing with Tian Kongkui on weekends, and occasionally take part in figure skating and kendo to exercise, never have any relationship with any woman other than you, don’t stick to the outcome, don’t worry about troubles , make no enemies!

I just want to live a peaceful life!

Don't even think about making me a national idol since I was a child!

- but obviously.

Whether it was Miyamoto Yukiko, who walked in with a sad face, or Kirima Hiroichi, who was immersed in the performance in advance.

And, Kuroki Hitomi, who was repeating his name in the backstage preparation room, was taking a precious violin out of the piano case.

And in the near future, there is a girl named "Sacred Painted Glass" who will meet him fatefully in the figure skating training ground.

They obviously don't think so.

An interesting life has just begun, isn't it?

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PS. I want both the recommended ticket and the monthly ticket. The more tickets, the sweeter the sugar. I’m not really interested in tickets, but I want to have them as well. I will accompany you on this journey in the future. You have to support me too.

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