The end of get out of class was not a good thing for Ashiya Yoshiko.
During the lunch break, the two bodyguards took out the prepared "lunch", which contained six large boxes of various dishes.
The first layer was tempura, and the second layer was The graded sole sushi, the third layer is Kobe beef shipped by air, the fourth layer is tuna sashimi, one of the top five items after the Tokyo fish market opened this morning, and the fifth layer is made by a chef with one Michelin star in Japan Plain water surface. otbnkotgt Most college students either go to a cafe to have a bite at noon, or go to a nearby fast food restaurant to deal with it.
Even if they don't have the option to bring their own lunch boxes, it won't be so luxurious.
But the people around him seemed to be accustomed to the six boxes of food in front of them.
Not surprised.
But there are still many people who will look at Yoshiko Ashiya strangely.
I saw Ashiya Yoshiko's eyes seemed a little unhappy at the door.
This unhappiness did not come from the strange looks from the students around her, but from dissatisfaction with her special treatment in front of her.
In fact, I can understand this feeling.
When I was studying in the past, if someone in the class brought a particularly delicious dish and shared it with everyone, it would be very popular.
But if there is someone in the class who is particularly well-off and shows off his wealth every day, intentionally or unintentionally, then other students will definitely criticize him behind his back.
I still remember that when I was in primary school, Fatty had braised pork and an egg for his meals every day, and he also had milk to drink in the morning when he came to school.
At that time, there were many people who disliked him and secretly made trouble for him, but fortunately, the fat man was generous enough.
If there is meat, everyone eats it together, and if there is milk, everyone drinks it separately.
Most of the milk I got when I was in elementary school was from him.
Later, when the old man found out, he asked the fat man to bring two bottles every day, one of which was for me. .
Thinking of the old man's care, I felt sad again for some reason at this moment.
Yoshiko Ashiya ate almost every time, and I couldn't eat it in this situation.
One of the bodyguards confirmed that she didn't want to eat anymore and left with the lunch box.
At this time, I slowly walked into the classroom.
I didn’t attract anyone’s attention, but the next second I sat next to Yoshiko Ashiya.
This time, the entire class, including Yoshiko Ashiya and another bodyguard in black, were surprised.
"Nanimo!"
Another bodyguard in black immediately started fighting and shouted at me.
I have been in Japan for a while and I can still understand this sentence.
He was asking me who I am.
I smiled and ignored her.
Looking at Yoshiko Ashiya, she said: "I'll give this back to you.
Next time, remember not to bring a shikigami to see me.
I may not marry you, but you must respect me enough."
After saying that, I took out the paper man and placed it in front of Yoshiko Ashiya.
She was stunned for a moment when she looked at the paper man, then she woke up and understood my identity.
He said in surprise: "You are Mr.
Ba Xiaoshan" Her own Chinese is worse than Shikigami.
"Well, you should call me Brother B, or Brother Shan."
I was talking.
The bodyguard next to me who didn't know the situation had already raised his gun and pointed it at me.
As soon as he drew his gun, the surrounding students and the teachers who had just entered the classroom were all shocked.
They all squatted on the ground with their heads in their hands as usual.
I turned my head and looked at him and said, "You are so full that you dare to raise a gun at me?"
It's not just him.
Another bodyguard who had finished handling the remaining lunch boxes also walked in to take a look at the situation and also raised his hand.
Yoshiko Ashiya stood up quickly and explained the situation to the two bodyguards in Japanese, while I put my hands in my pants pockets.
He stood up and said, "I hate it when people point guns at me."
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With a slight stomp of his foot, all the glass in the entire classroom exploded at the same time, and a loud and ear-piercing sound directly penetrated the ears of the two bodyguards.
Blood flowed down the ears of the two men.
"Ah" the two bodyguards covered their ears and squatted down, but only two of them were injured.
Although the others were startled by the exploding glass, they did not hear the harsh sound.
I turned back to Yoshiko Ashiya and said, "You can go back and tell the elders of the Ashiya family that these bodyguards can't protect you.
They are not as strong as yourself."
After I finished speaking, my eyes fell on Ashiya Yoshiko's hand that she subconsciously put on her waist.
That was an action that an onmyoji with actual combat experience would do.
Obviously this girl is more powerful than I thought.
After saying that, I walked out of the classroom openly.
Not long after, someone called the police, and by this time I had already left the teaching building.
Former Riyuro asked me in panic: "Brother Shan, what's going on?
I heard an explosion inside."
But I gently hooked his shoulder, thought for a while and asked: "Do you have a motorcycle?"
There are many mountain roads in Japan, which are a favorite among drag racing parties.
The famous Japanese comic Initial D tells the story of mountain racing.
I really like reading it.
It can be said that it is one of my favorite comics after Dragon Ball.
Of course, there is also Slam Dunk, but Slam Dunk was introduced to China.
When I was 30, I still felt a little embarrassed squatting in front of the TV and watching cartoons all day long.
In the middle of the night, many flashy young people were gathering on the mountain road outside Tokyo.
Suddenly, a huge noise came from the dark road in the distance, and then two bright lights appeared in front of everyone, one after the other.
People outside the isolation zone on the roadside began to shout excitedly, and a few girls dressed in coquettish clothes even jumped excitedly.
Then two motorcycles, one red and one green, flew past them, with a huge roar of engines and a series of sparks from the tires rubbing against the ground.
People cheered for this moment of passing.
This is the charm of mountain roads, and this is the impact of motorcycles.
I once heard a fat man say something like this: "A man should always have a car in his life.
Men who ride bicycles are honest, men who drive four wheels are enterprising, and men who like to pursue speed and excitement all like to drive motorcycles."
Fatty also loves motorcycles very much.
Mr.
Cui once had a very old motorcycle that couldn’t turn anymore.
He kept it in the yard and was reluctant to throw it away.
Fatty liked to sit on it and show off.
It is said that these two motorcycles are from Germany. goods.
It was a special award given by the head of the headquarters after his military exploits that year.
The motorcycle race just now was just a warm-up race, and the highlight today is the challenge between the leaders of the two teams, one is Kamikaze Speed and the other is Son of the Red Sun.
Of course, I translated this from Chinese.
After learning English, I There are always some literal translations in English in my mind.
Abe Unzan smokes a cigarette.
There are two silver nose rings on her nose, and diamond earrings on her ears.
Other people's diamond earrings are all fake, but this grandson's are genuine.
Several bodyguard-looking people were standing not far away.
They will launch helicopters if necessary.
The Kamikaze Speed Team members, who were accustomed to all this, had no reaction.
After debugging the motorcycle, a short technician came over and exchanged a few words with Abe Unzan.
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But at this moment, the Sons of the Red Sun team drove up.
The Kamikaze Speed is all painted in blue, and the Sons of the Red Sun drove up.
It's all red paint.
Then came the clichéd scolding and challenge from both sides.
Then they pushed and shoved each other and finally had a showdown on a motorcycle.
Winning this battle will determine who can race on this road in the future.
The winner will become the No. 1 of the Kanto Motorcycle Team.
Two motorcycles stood side by side and were checking the situation at various intersections.
People at each intersection held walkie-talkies to report on current affairs, and the audience was excited to watch the battle.
But just as they were about to set off, someone suddenly reported an emergency.
A black motorcycle was speeding down the mountain.
The game was interrupted.
No one knew who this black motorcycle was.
And at this moment, the former Riyuro sitting in my back seat hugged me and shouted: "Brother Shan, brother Shan, drive slower, damn, it's a hundred miles."
"One hundred and twenty" I replied with a smile.
"Brother Shan, who did you learn to drive a motorcycle from?
Wow, there is a curve in front of me."
He shouted loudly.
I touched the ground with one knee, then pulled the front of the car and swung it over.
"Fat man, Cui Zhen," I added because I was afraid that he wouldn't be able to figure out who the fat man was.
"How long have you been studying for?"
Riyurou asked timidly.
"Half a month later, he stopped teaching me after crashing his car, haha."
"No, let me down."
The screams echoed throughout the mountainous area
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