Chapter 4, Boys' High School Class

Seeing the class teacher leading the person concerned in, Kanda had to stop gossiping, patted Zhuo's shoulder again and left.

Schools in Japan are not like those in China. The students here are not as concerned about their class teacher as mice are about a cat. Therefore, the small groups chatting and gossiping in the classroom still gather together, but their voices are a little quieter.

But this should not be the class teacher's fault, it is probably caused by Zero's aura.

"Kanda, did you and Utsunomiya know each other before?"

When class monitor Kanda returned to his seat, his friend at the table in front of him turned around and asked, adding, "I see you guys have a very good relationship, I never expected that."

"Utsunomiya and I just met not long ago," Kanda replied, "Don't say that. Although Utsunomiya seems difficult to get along with, he is actually a very nice person. As long as you get used to his style, everything will be fine."

Kanda said something good for Utsunomiya Shuo.

"Okay, okay, but I don't have your talent for communication." Sen Gu shook his head.

As he spoke, Morigu turned his head and looked in the direction of Utsunomiya Shuo: "Speaking of which, Utsunomiya-kun is really remarkable in some ways. He actually made you, the prince, and the beautiful girl Yamamoto rush to be friends."

"Please don't call me that shameful title, please Sengu."

"Yes, Your Highness." Sengu grinned evilly.

Kanda smiled helplessly.

There were rumors on campus about the fact that both Yamamoto and he took the initiative to be friends with Utsunomiya. All kinds of rumors were spread, such as that Utsunomiya had something on the campus prince and the campus beauty... Most people said that he and Yamamoto were secretly dating with Utsunomiya as a bridge.

After all, they are both very popular in school and seem to be a good match.

But Kanda knew that was not the case, he just wanted to be friends with Utsunomiya, and he felt that Yamamoto was the same.

Kanda also glanced in that direction and said, "Utsunomiya-san is a very good person. He treats people very peacefully and it's easy to get along with him. He doesn't think you're a prince or anything like that and tries to please you... I believe Yamamoto-san feels the same way."

"In short, Utsunomiya is a very nice person. I will introduce him to you later." Kanda said solemnly.

"Okey! Okey! Your Highness." Morigu smiled wickedly and was thinking about Utsunomiya in his heart. He still believed in Kanda's judgment of people.

……

Zhuo always felt a chill spreading along his scalp, and he didn't know why. Maybe it was because Ling's aura was too cold.

His seat was facing the classroom door. When Ling passed by his desk, the distance between them was less than two meters. The aura surrounding him made him feel as if he was there. Zhuo shuddered again.

I was thinking to myself, this girl can be used as an air conditioner in the summer.

Zhuo didn't notice the other people's glances at him. His eyes were already fixed on Ling, moving with the speed of Ling's steps.

This has nothing to do with liking someone or not, and he doesn't think that this is just boyish admiration, nor can it be admiration.

It was just the [beep] that every man has, after all, Zero's appearance was too outstanding.

Although Zhuo doesn't think that he and Ling can have any development, but this doesn't stop him from admiring her, right? !
Just stare!
From the hair to the shoe upper.

From the moment Ling walked in, Zhuo noticed her. She was too out of place. There were many beautiful and lovely girls in the school, but Ling gave people this feeling, as out of place and as conspicuous as a wolf crouching among the flock of sheep.

Is this the racial advantage of mixed-race people?

Zhuo couldn't understand.

His senses were a little blurry, and he didn't notice that he was subconsciously ignoring his surroundings.

It feels like the game has 'motion blur' turned on. The little girl with golden hair is the only one that is clear, and she is just as beautiful as a snow lotus on the white ice field, clear and beautiful.

In just a moment of distraction, Ling walked past him and the head teacher walked to the front of the stage to assign tasks.

Because Ling was a transfer student, even though she was petite, her seat was arranged in the last row of the classroom, so she couldn't be seen after class... Zhuo couldn't twist his body to stare at her. He was also afraid of being sent to the hospital.

So Zhuo didn't notice that Ling frowned unhappily after passing by him. After all, it was very impolite to be looked up and down by others.

If Zhuo knew about this, he would definitely cry out that he was wronged.

He definitely didn't mean to be rude, he just had poor self-control - yes, he was just an ordinary man, and couldn't do things like playing the game of seduction or being immature.

It's the kind of person described on the Internet, who eats what's in the bowl but still thinks about what's in the pot; he likes pure ones, but can't resist sexy ones... this kind of vulgar person.

He knew he was wrong and admitted it...

The class teacher was a decadent old man with no energy, his messy hair was sticking to the sides of his forehead, but he didn't look carefree and romantic at all, just decadent.

When Zhuo looked at him, he always felt that he was seeing himself more than ten years later.

"Ah - what happened?" The head teacher forgot what he was going to say as soon as he opened his mouth. He scratched his head and thought about it, but it seemed that he couldn't remember.

"Kanda, what was I going to say?" the homeroom teacher called out.

Kanda stood up helplessly: "About the volunteer survey form."

Kanda sat down.

“Swoosh—there doesn’t seem to be much to say about the questionnaire. Just don’t um… that’s it. Hand it to Kanda-san before school is over. That’s it, let’s begin the class.” The class teacher said listlessly and began the class.

Zhuo always felt that he was pointing at himself!
Click me! Right?

Do you want to click on me?

Is that so?

When Zhuo graduated from the sixth grade of elementary school, the school required him to write a graduation essay titled "My Dream". This part is probably the same all over the world.

My mom, my dad, my dream...

My mother braved the heavy rain and carried me to the hospital with a high fever...

My father works hard to support this family...

My dream is to become a scientist...

The title of Zhuo’s composition is - "My dream is to be a waste."

He carefully wrote down 800 words in a fluent manner, explaining with reason and evidence what the word "waste" meant, why one should be a waste, and what the benefits of being a waste were.

I have never written an essay so carefully in the college entrance examination.

Originally I was going to take it step by step, starting with being a 'house husband'.

But when I think about it, it’s so hypocritical, so hypocritical.

He can't even do housework, what a shitty househusband.

——He is only fit to be a useless person who is taken care of by others.

Just open your hands and you will have clothes and food. You don’t even need to use your fingers to play with your phone, just move your eyes.

This is his dream, and his true feelings are revealed between the lines.

(End of this chapter)