The self-cultivation of the passer-by hero

Following Wu Ye's greeting of unknown meaning, the audience fell silent. If someone hadn't stepped forward in time, I'm afraid they didn't know how it would end.

"I, I'm the squad leader." The man in glasses who stood up bravely was full of extravagant aura, not the slightest bit interesting.

But generally speaking, this is the case, after all, he is the monitor.

"Monitor," Wu Ye seemed to have forgotten the strange speech he just made, and greeted the monitor enthusiastically: "I am transferring to another school today. Ah, I'm sorry, I made a mistake - I am Kosaka who came to class today. Please give me some advice. .”

"Uh, please, please give me some advice."

This class monitor is definitely qualified. This can be seen from the fact that he has not made any major mistakes in his work and study in the past year and a half. However, he did not remember after thinking about it for a long time that there was someone with the last name in their class. "Takasaka"?

Moreover, what the hell is coming to class today?

But the monitor is an honest student who didn't get to this point, but someone else will always be responsible for continuing the topic.

"Kosaka, hey, is it that Kosaka?"

"The guy who missed school for a year and a half."

"That's right, I've heard my former classmates talk about him."

"I heard he's a 'genius', haha."

It only took a few seconds from the time the first person spoke to now that most of the students were whispering. Yongta outside the door was worried that Wu would not be able to withstand such pressure.

But he obviously underestimated Takeya too much.

Although he used to face this kind of deformed violence, he chose to escape, well, in various senses.

He knew that most people actually didn't mean any harm. They were just chatting. They didn't understand that words could hurt people, and they simply thought they were talking about ordinary things, like planning what to eat for lunch.

So Wu also forgave these guys very much, which is of course impossible.

Although time has worn away Takeya's edges, it has not made him smoother. On the contrary, he has been tempered by fate and prefers to speak with his fists instead of laughing it off without hitting the smiling person.

"It sounds funny. What are you talking about?" With a kind smile, Wu Ye politely responded with his eyes to everyone who saluted him.

The temperature in the classroom dropped below freezing again. Wu Ye has never been a steady person, and he advocates the creed of an eye for an eye with an eye for an eye.

Countless battles in the past have allowed him to cultivate a pair of extremely intimidating eyes, and that kind of oppressive feeling is completely unbearable for ordinary people.

Just like an adult holding a mace threatening a child with a runny nose, Wu was literally bullying the small, and he was very successful.

The students all returned to their seats in a more standard posture than when the dean checked, with their mouths pursed and their heads lowered, and no one dared to speak again.

I'm afraid that after today, his title of genius will also be changed to bad one and double bad?

Some shamelessly reveling in the pleasure of bullying children, Wu Ye was suddenly startled by the impatient voice behind him——

"Go back to your seats," the balding middle-aged teacher said with a straight face, "class has started."

"Oh well."

After apologetically agreeing, Takeru turned to look at the monitor: "Where is my seat?"

"Over there" the monitor pointed to the corner of the classroom angrily.

The desks and chairs in the classroom are equally distributed according to the number of students, so even if Wuya has not been here for a day, his desks and chairs are still placed in the classroom.

Even though he said that, the problem still arises. There are two desks and chairs adjacent to each other in the corner of the classroom. One of them is ordinary and is the second to last one by the window. The other one is full of scratches and is still used. Many mischievous words were written in bright colored pens.

He and Rikka are the only ones who have not returned to their seats now. Although Rikka's schoolbag, which can be used as a basis for judgment, is not at the table, it is still easy to determine which seat is his.

Not to mention choosing one of the two, even if you clear the classroom, Wu can still find it. Apart from the second to last position by the window, what other position can hold the identity of the protagonist?

Well, maybe there is.

After sitting down, Wu Ye looked out the window and fell into long thought.

Although he considers himself a good person, according to the scumbag theorem, no matter what kind of man he is, he will have such problems.

Although it is not an appropriate metaphor to use, this is indeed what Takeya thought in his heart.

In the past, when Rikka was in the late stage of Chuunibyou, he always felt that this guy was hopeless, but now after he saw Rikka without Chuunibyou, he began to miss that Chuunibyou idiot again.

At least the fool's happiness is simple, he doesn't need to be so restrained, and he can live a carefree life.

so

What should he do?

When I came back to my senses, the bell had rang for the second time, and Rikka still hadn't returned to the classroom. It seemed that this school not only had truants but also the infirmary. Maybe it was really a concentration camp for problem students.

Back to the topic, Wuya still couldn't come up with any good solution after struggling with the time of a class. GAL was his strength, and life negotiation was completely beyond his ability.

There won't be any favorability bar on Rikka's head, and no one will provide him with any options to consider. After all, the current problem doesn't seem to be something he can solve with a few words of persuasion.

Even if he could walk away in a big way, humans are social animals after all, and not everyone can hide in a tree hole and hibernate every day.

Unknowingly, the noise around them quieted down. Even though the school bell hadn't rung yet, everyone returned to their seats.

Takeru moved his eyes, and the unfamiliar homeroom teacher wrote a series of names of guys he had no memory of on the blackboard.

"Now let's elect the executive committee members of the school festival. Let's start voting." After the head teacher finished speaking, there was naturally a mourning crowd below.

"Hey, isn't it troublesome to be an executive committee member?"

"Exit, teacher, please cross out my name~"

A few of the students whose names were written down by the class teacher showed great resistance, while the others made jokes that had nothing to do with it. Originally, they were the ones who should have volunteered, but unfortunately everyone's enthusiasm was not enough, so they had no choice but to do so. The specified method was used.

But even so, the designated student still looked reluctant.

Rather than working hard in their own classrooms, they prefer to enjoy the school festival freely. The executive committee must not only coordinate the classmates but also be responsible for formulating the class plan. If it is not a well-rounded guy, it will definitely be a minority and a majority. It was very painful to live in the cracks.

Basically no one would want to do such hard work. Of course, there are exceptions——

"It's quite interesting."

In the overly quiet classroom, Wu Ye raised his hand enthusiastically: "Teacher."

Seeing that the person raising his hand was Takeya, the class teacher's eyes flashed with surprise. As the class teacher of Group C, he naturally knew the news about the rumored problem student coming to class at the end of the first class.

No matter what the reason is, the teacher still approves that he can return to school. However, although his courage is commendable, does he really understand what the executive committee needs?

After a brief hesitation, the kind teacher decided not to undermine the other person's self-confidence yet.

"Kosaka," the teacher called out Takeya's name and asked, "Do you have anything to say?"

"Teacher, regarding the selection of executive committee members——"

Just when everyone thought he was going to recommend himself, Takeru suddenly changed the subject: "I - want to recommend someone."