第8章呼呼我爱打拳皇呼呼接C开大揍同学
"What are you still standing there for! Pull him away quickly!" An angry voice sounded under his feet. Suzuki Kawa raised his eyebrows and looked at the bad guys around him.
These people gritted their teeth and stared at him with unfriendly eyes.
Suzuki Kawa: "Do you think you are the only one who has a little brother?"
"Yuhito!!" Suzuki Kawa turned around and shouted to his companions.
Yuji Itadori shuddered. He had never participated in a fight like this before. He pointed at himself and said, "Ah? Me?"
Fushiguro Megumi patted his shoulder and said, "Come on."
The pink-haired boy walked up to Suzuki Kawa, surrounded by five or six boys. Suzuki Kawa raised his chin and said, "I advise you, it's not too late to surrender to me now."
Obviously, these ruffian students were not going to listen to his words and immediately rushed forward.
Three minutes later, Suzuki Kawa dusted off his hands, turned his head to look at the shocked delinquent leader on the ground, and smiled: "I gave you a chance."
Those gangster students were lying on the ground.
"Imai, are you crazy?"
"When did this kid become so good at fighting?"
Suzuki Kawa stretched his shoulders, put his hands back in his pockets, turned his body, and looked at the girl in school uniform holding the registration book with his purple eyes: "Hey, it's time to register."
He walked over and stopped one meter in front of the girl. The height difference made him bend down slightly.
"From today on, my name is Suzuki Kawa, Suzuki, Kawa."
Because of his mixed blood, his eyebrows and eyes were much deeper than others. The girl raised her face and stared at him blankly, but her mouth stubbornly uttered a name: "Imai-san."
Suzuki Chuan curled his lips, stared into her eyes, stood up after a while, and said, "Whatever you want."
Then he walked towards the teacher and his classmates, excitedly saying, "Let's go in! This is my first time in high school!"
It's a strange statement, but it seems reasonable.
It sounds like Suzuki Kawa is illiterate.
Fushiguro Megumi looked at Gojo Satoru and said, "Technical college doesn't have any requirements for academic subjects, right?"
Gojo Satoru: "But it would be better for Ogawa to take more cultural courses."
The string of zeros in the file in his mind was a little lingering.
Suzuki Chuan was shocked: "Didn't they say that technical colleges don't have academic exams? If I had known that, I wouldn't have racked my brains to sign up."
This sentence silenced the three people.
In the end, Gojo Satoru and his companions did not enter the campus. They were stopped at the door by the bald teacher who came hurriedly and said that they were outsiders and were not allowed to enter.
Suzuki Chuan whispered: "Why don't you go over to the side and climb over the wall to come in later."
After saying that, he ran in happily.
The three of them looked at his back, and Yuji Itadori suddenly opened his mouth and said, "There are still vengeful spirits in this era? Onmyoji are extinct, right?"
Sukuna's tone was filled with obvious gloating.
On the other side, Suzuki Kawa was walking through the empty corridor. The curtains of the classroom next to him were drawn, and he could faintly hear the teacher's voice in class.
Sunlight streamed in through the corridor windows, and the boy's shadow was like a gust of wind, difficult to catch.
Suzuki Kawa didn't know where the classrooms were, but all the classrooms he saw had their doors closed, so he had to find a classroom that had its doors open to him.
The leather shoes made a loud noise as they stepped on the floor, and the sound of running gradually slowed down. Suzuki Kawa took a breath and looked at the classroom with the door wide open at the end of the corridor.
From this angle, you can see the back seats, where there is a row of students lying on the tables.
Someone noticed him at the other end of the corridor, stood up and started whispering to each other.
Suzuki Kawa walked over, but found the front door was closed.
Only the back door was open, as if telling him to go this way.
Suzuki Kawa stopped outside the classroom, not caring at all about the students' vague gazes in the classroom, and began to fall into deep thought.
If you go in through the back door, it's obviously not possible.
He never! Never goes! The back door!
Even if he sits in the last row!
There is no way the protagonist can take the back door, not in this lifetime!
But the front door - Suzuki Kawa looked over there and felt speechless.
Although he had never been to high school, he didn't think there was any school in China where classroom doors were locked with big iron locks!
The students in the classroom looked at Suzuki Kawa in the corridor.
With dim eyes and a stiff face, he looked like the puppets on the tram.
Suzuki Kawa looked back and narrowed his eyes.
The boy was leaning on the window, staring at the student sitting by the window. The boy was a freckled boy, and the other boy was also looking at him stiffly, with his cloudy eyes without any light.
Suzuki Kawa stretched out his evil hand and grabbed the freckled boy by the back of his collar.
When their eyes met, Suzuki Kawa smiled.
Three, two, one, go!
There was a loud bang in the corridor.
The blond boy supported himself on the windowsill with one hand, climbed in skillfully, and sat in the seat of the freckled boy.
Students:!!!
The middle-aged female teacher at the podium looked at Suzuki Kawa, who had sat upright in his seat in the blink of an eye, put down the book in his hand, and said, "Mr. Imai, please return to your seat."
Suzuki Kawa looked around and saw that all the students were looking at him without any glint in their eyes. If it were someone else, they would have been frightened.
They were all NPC classmates. He looked at the teacher again, stood up honestly, and walked to the empty seat in the middle of the classroom under dozens of gazes.
He found something wrong again. Why were there two empty seats?
Which one should I sit in?
Both seats were empty and so clean that they could be taken away and sold to a market vendor at any time.
"Mr. Imai, please return to your seat." The middle-aged female teacher spoke again, and everyone looked at Suzuki Kawa quietly.
The atmosphere suddenly became tense.
Suzuki Kawa remained unmoved. His idea was simple: what could these half-human, half-ghost creatures do to him?
It turns out that this group of things is smarter than the one on the tram because they all fight together.
A group of students stood up and rushed towards Suzuki Kawa, their bodies twisted beyond recognition, looking like freaks.
When it comes to fighting, Suzuki Kawa has never been afraid. Instead, when he looked at these students who seemed to be enraged, he became excited.
That’s right, this is the right direction!
Haha...it's a live-action version of The King of Fighters, quite interesting.
Come on!
Things got out of control. Suzuki Kawa grabbed a student who was close to him and used him as a weapon, knocking down a group of people with one swing.
A hook punch followed by a sharp kick, the blond mixed-race boy had an excited smile on his face, and the slim-fitting uniform gave him more room to play.
Rush forward and take C, good classmate, let’s go!
A classmate flew out, and more classmates surrounded Suzuki Kawa. Their faces could no longer maintain human appearance. Looking at the increasingly distorted classmates, Suzuki Kawa curled his lips.
The classroom was too small, and Suzuki Chuan quickly got hurt. "Oh my god, these things have such long nails? They look like female ghosts."
An elbow hit the cute classmate in the face. Suzuki Kawa sighed. How could the classmate be disfigured in an instant? He was a little scared.
"Okay, now it's my most powerful killer move! Praying Claw Festival!" Suzuki Kawa shouted the name of the move loudly, and then ran towards the teacher next to the podium.
Suzuki Kawa: "Hahahahaha go and die peacefully!!"
A few punches were thrown out in an instant, knocking the strange student away, and Suzuki Kawa rushed in front of the middle-aged female teacher. The amazing thing was that in the classroom where all the students had mutated, the middle-aged female teacher still looked like a human.
At this time, her face was pale, her palms were pressed on the desk of the podium, her fingertips were white, and she was so scared when she saw Suzuki Kawa rushing towards her that she took a step back, with her back pressed against the blackboard.
The strange creatures are still surrounding them.
The middle-aged female teacher looked at Suzuki Kawa. There were a few blood marks on the boy's face - they were scratched by his classmates just now. It did not reduce his handsomeness at all, but combined with the eyebrow studs, it made him look more aggressive.
This...is not Imai Shin.
With his dazzling golden hair shaking, Suzuki Kawa grabbed the ruler teaching aid on the podium and hit the strange guy on the forehead with it several times.
There seemed to be some kind of barrier on the podium. The strange creatures surrounded them but could not get any closer.
"Hey, teacher, do you have a seating chart?" Suzuki Kawaichi pushed the mutant classmate aside, then turned to look at the middle-aged female teacher.
The middle-aged female teacher's face was pale as she murmured, "No, no, this is too much... You can't bully your classmates..."
"Huh?" Suzuki Kawa kicked away the strange student who stretched out his hand and looked at the middle-aged female teacher.
The woman seemed to be lost in her own world, mumbling incoherent words.
"Xiaosong did nothing wrong..."
"You can't bully her like this..."
"No, no, I didn't mean that. You misunderstood me..."
The woman suddenly covered her face and fell to the ground helplessly.
Suzuki Kawa didn't understand, but he still spoke boldly: "That's too bad, teacher."
This sentence instantly made the woman look up, and her helpless expression instantly changed to viciousness. She glared at him: "What qualifications do you have to say that! Imai Makoto, it was obviously you who hurt her!"
Suzuki Chuan shrugged upon hearing this, punched another classmate and sent him flying, then shouted at the woman, "How can you be any kinder than me?"
The woman stood up suddenly, her defenses clearly broken. "If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have made such a big deal out of it. You've let Kuizi down!"
"Did I force you to make a big deal?" Suzuki Kawa sneered.
The middle-aged female teacher said: "...If Ye Ye didn't like you, I would never let you go. You, you...you clearly agreed to break up with Aoi, why didn't you keep your word!"
The woman screamed, "You gave Kuizi's things to Yeye because you were afraid she would come after you!"
Suzuki Kawa finally understood a little.
This Imai Shin killed Komatsu Aoi. His motive is still unknown, but it is estimated that there is more than one murderer.
The middle-aged female teacher was their homeroom teacher, and she made a big deal about the relationship between Komatsu Aoi and Imai Makoto.
The girl named Noha has a close relationship with the middle-aged female teacher, and Komatsu Aoi is probably the same.
Imai Makoto gave Komatsu Aoi's belongings to Noha, and he probably knew that Komatsu Aoi would become a vengeful spirit and come back to seek revenge on him, so he dragged her down with him.
It's so exciting, even better than a horror ghost story.
Suzuki Kawa thought about it and was about to continue his outburst when the bell rang.
All the eccentric students suddenly fell down, then turned back to their normal appearance, stood up stupidly, walked back to their seats, and shouted that the get out of class was over.
The middle-aged female teacher looked at the students who were like puppets under the podium, and Suzuki Kawa who was staring at her eagerly, and she also stiffly announced the end of the get out of class.
Just pick up your book and go.
Suzuki Kawa put one foot on the wall, and the narrow podium blocked his way.
"Imai Shin, are you crazy? She won't let you go!" the woman screamed.
Suzuki Kawa scratched his ears, the decibel level was so high.
At this moment, there was a noise from the door behind him, as if someone was opening the door with a key.
With a "click" and some rustling sounds, the door was opened.
The girl stood against the light, her black eyes reflecting the light watching the farce on the podium.
Suzuki Kawa put his feet down awkwardly.
It's very rude.
Komatsu Aoi was still holding the late registration book in her arms, staring at Suzuki Kawa, who had bruises on his face. After a while, a weak voice sounded.
"Let's go buy some ice cream."
"Imai——"
Before she could finish, Suzuki Kawa interrupted her. The boy put his hands back in his pockets. His figure stood out because he was standing on the podium and looking down.
You can see his deep eyes and the eyebrow studs on his eyebrows that are shining with light.
A face completely different from Imai Shin... a rebellious and high-spirited one.
Suzuki Kawa picked up the chalk and said, "My name is Suzuki Kawa, Suzuki Kawa!"
Then he wrote something on the blackboard in a dog-like, pseudo-human style handwriting.
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