"Continue the music," Satoru said.
Higoshi could only dejectedly pick up his guitar again.
Learning something from scratch is very difficult, and because he used to have a good roommate, Satoru particularly understood this principle.
Higoshi's ability to practice with clumsy fingerings for so many days was enough to prove his perseverance.
However, Satoru still put on the air of a strict teacher.
Higoshi strummed the guitar, making two "zheng zheng" sounds, before he even had a chance to start.
Someone quickly entered the classroom.
"Oh, Mr. Hayashi, you haven't left yet? What are you staying for?"
It was Sakito, who looked at Satoru curiously, his voice fawning.
"Hey, you brat, your old man isn't dead yet, didn't you see me?!" Higoshi raged, "Can't you tell why my brother is staying?!"
"Oh, Higoshi is here too," Sakito finally noticed.
If it weren't for the guitar costing 60,000 yen, Higoshi would have surely smashed the thing in his hand onto Mr. Hayashi's head.
Sakito, however, began to complain to himself:
"Oh, it's terrible, I still have to complete the punishment task assigned by the national language teacher—"
"How many times do you have to copy the book?" Satoru asked casually.
"It's not copying books!" Sakito's face instantly fell, "It's cleaning the toilets! And it's the toilets in the old school building—that damn place isn't even used anymore, who knows why the toilets are still so dirty, and they're so damn smelly."
He seemed to smell the odor, already preparing to gag.
"Hahahahahahaha," Higoshi burst into hearty laughter: "From now on, I'll call you Shift man!"
Satoru thought for a moment before realizing that Higoshi was probably saying "shit man."
Sakito slung his backpack over his shoulder and said goodbye:
"Well, I'm leaving first—I'll just leave after I finish cleaning the toilets. Bye, Mr. Hayashi."
"Mm," Satoru nodded.
Sakito originally intended to turn left out the door, as that way was closer to the old school building.
But even after he had stepped out, he still turned around and muttered to himself:
"No good, they've already got their eyes on Aiya over there. If I go, I might get beaten up too."
"Hm?"
Satoru, having listened to Higoshi's guitar playing for a while, was about to wander around the classroom when he happened to hear Sakito's mumbling: "What did you say?"
Sakito was quite eager to answer Satoru's question:
"It's like this, Mr. Hayashi, when I walked down that hallway just now, I saw a few delinquents threatening a student from our school, and it scared me so much I ran away on the spot."
"Threatening who?" Satoru asked again.
"Just a regular student, named Aiya , you wouldn't know him anyway," Sakito said humbly: "Actually, I'm not very familiar with him either."
Satoru frowned.
"Take me there," he said, then to Higoshi: "Sword!"
Higoshi immediately threw the white cloth wooden sword that was resting by Satoru's desk.
After throwing it, he also quickly jogged to Satoru's side:
"What's wrong? From what you're saying, are you going to fight?"
"Just a small matter to handle," Satoru felt strange.
How could Aiya get entangled with delinquents? Shizuka George's age… he shouldn't be considered a delinquent anymore, right?
"I'll go with you," Higoshi said, raising the guitar in his hand.
But after thinking about it, using that as a weapon was a bit too extravagant, so he put it down and went to grab a broom instead.
"Okay, you stay behind me later. I'll tell you when to move," Satoru said, knowing he couldn't stop Higoshi.
"Oh!" Higoshi was highly enthusiastic and aggressive.
...
"Hey! You know Mr. Hayashi, don't you?!"
A puff of cigarette smoke was blown into Aiya 's nose, and the hoarse voice sounded unusually terrifying.
Aiya looked at the blond teenager in front of him, who was probably about the same age as himself, but with a completely different demeanor.
This was the hallway of the teaching building.
There weren't many people after school anyway, let alone now that delinquents were blocking the way.
Aside from the one talking to him, there were four or five others circling around. Students who originally wanted to use this hallway chose to detour under such circumstances.
Aiya didn't know why he was so unlucky.
It was when this group of people asked, "Does anyone know Satoru?" that he turned his head and looked twice, and was then identified as someone definitely related to Mr. Hayashi.
Immediately after, the blond teenager grabbed him by the hair.
Aiya 's face was ashen, trembling like a sieve, wishing his parents had given him two more legs.
He looked at the blond teenager in terror.
The blond teenager's face was very close to his eyes, almost touching, so the threatening voice was even more impactful.
"You take me to Mr. Hayashi, or else you'll suffer in place of that Mr. Hayashi!"
Satoru, a second-year F Class student.
Just now, when he passed by F Class, he saw Mr. Hayashi was still in the classroom.
If he told this person in front of him.
Then he could go home safely, and after going home, there would be a sweet dinner made by Yayoi-nee, and after eating, he could review "snake and cat" twice, and then have a good night's sleep.
As for Mr. Hayashi, he didn't like Mr. Hayashi to begin with, and there was no need to suffer for him.
Besides, even if the blond teenager went and beat Mr. Hayashi up, the perpetrators would be them, not him, Aiya .
Aiya 's eyes flickered, and he finally made up his mind:
"No, I don't know him."
But, he refused!
Aiya considered himself not a good person, but he absolutely didn't want to be a bad person!!
"Ha!?" The blond teenager almost spat on Aiya 's face: "I see you won't shed tears until you see the King of Hell, you baka yarou!!"
He was about to loosen up this brat's bones.
Aiya immediately shrank his neck in panic.
"Pat, pat."
Hitting the wall—
No, it was the sound of two pats on the posters inside the bulletin board hanging on the wall.
In such a situation, these two crisp sounds particularly attracted attention.
Not only Aiya , but even the blond teenager and the delinquents he brought with him turned their heads to look.
They saw a pale teenager with a short ponytail, followed by a guy with a messy hairstyle and another unremarkable boy.
The short-ponytail teenager, seeing that he had attracted everyone's attention, curved his lips into a smile:
"Are you f*cking blind!?"
The blond teenager's eyes immediately widened, threatening to bulge out with bloodshot:
"Ha!?"
"My name is at the top of the report card here, you can't see it, right!? You have to go ask an irrelevant person!?"
Satoru hit the bulletin board twice more.
"?" The blond teenager was a bit confused. How the hell could he think of looking at a report card!? Would a delinquent specifically pay attention to such a thing?
Delinquents and report cards are fundamentally at odds with each other!
"Gangsters without brains are always going to be losers!" Satoru laughed contemptuously.
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