April, Sakuragi Middle School.

"Who is the strongest in your class?"

A deep male voice sounded, and the noisy Grade 2 Class C immediately fell silent. The students who were originally playing around turned their heads and looked at the man standing at the door of the classroom talking.

He has a handsome appearance and a black ponytail. He has one hand in his pocket and the other holding a notebook. His expression is hesitant and hesitant.

Although I had fought many times in my previous school, this was the first time in my life that I had to do something like this, so I was a little nervous.

But now that he has decided to dominate Sakuragi, his journey has just begun and he must not back down here.

Seeing that everyone's eyes were focused on him, the man quickly took out his right hand from his trouser pocket and flipped through his notes, reading from the script word for word, "My name is Takiya Genji. Call the strongest in your class to fight with me.

If you lose, this class will listen to me."

Hearing this, everyone turned their heads as a reflex and looked towards the corner of the classroom.

Takiya Genji also followed everyone's gaze.

In a classroom with scattered seats, snack bags, drink bottles, cigarette butts and other garbage, there is only a "sacred place" about two meters long and wide in the corner by the window.

The ground there was smooth and spotless.

There is only one desk in this open space, and the nearest desk is more than two meters away from it, as if it is afraid of something.

There was a student sitting at that desk who was reading. He had short black hair that reached his ears, and he was reading quietly with his ancient Chinese textbook. The noise and conversation around him, as well as the current silence, did not disturb him.

The early spring sunshine in the afternoon shone on him, dyeing his profile and hair golden. He stretched out his fair and slender hand and quietly turned a page of the textbook. A picture of a literary young man with a quiet temperament of time came to his face.

Takiya Genji was stunned, rubbed his eyes vigorously and read it again.

But no matter how you look at it, that guy looks like a good student. How could this guy be the strongest in Class C of 2nd Year?!

Takitani Genji was a little angry, "This looks like the top student in our school. I said I want to find the strongest person in your class."

At this time, a cough came from next to Takiya Genji.

Takiya Genji turned his head, a handsome man with blond hair combed into a ponytail and sapphire earrings on his ears leaned against the wall and said lightly

"He has the highest admission score in the entire grade. He is a special admissions student appointed by the principal. He is also the president of the boxing department, a newly established club in our school."

"He is a man whose fighting ability stands at the top of Sakuragi. He is not only the strongest in our 2nd Class C, but also the strongest person in Sakuragi."

Takiya Genji was stunned, and pointed at the 'artistic young man' with an expression of disbelief.

"Just him?"

The blond man looked at Takiya Genji indifferently and nodded.

Takiya Genji narrowed his eyes and looked at the blond man for a while. Seeing that there was no sign of lying in the blond man's eyes, he snorted, "Don't lie to me, kid."

After saying that, Takiya Genji strode into the classroom, and came to the "strongest man" in front of everyone who was hesitant to speak.

Looking at the man who was still studying seriously and turning the page from time to time, Takitani Genji couldn't help but frown.

This guy's face has soft and beautiful lines, and his dark eyes have a warm light blue color, as if he is wearing colored contact lenses.

Overall, he has a gentle, gentle and bookish attitude. He is not the so-called strongest person, not even a bad person.

In any case, momentum cannot be deceiving, and Genji Takitani, who has been in the Yakuza since he was a child and has experienced more than a hundred fights in various sizes since junior high school, still has this discernment.

It was just that the arrow was on the string and had to be fired. Takitani Genji was ready to test it first. He had no interest in beating good students.

So he put his hands in his pockets, looked down at the man reading from a high position and asked.

"Hey, if I defeat you, this class will listen to me."

Snapped.

As soon as the book was closed, the man reading finally stood up.

Takiya Genji is 1.78 meters tall, and the man is similar in height to him. The two happened to look at each other.

The man looked at Genji Takiya, who was looking at him carefully, and smiled kindly.

"That's right."

Takitani Genji raised his eyebrows. He was surprised. He didn't expect this guy to admit it himself. He originally thought that the whole class was just making fun of this good student.

In any case, since the other party admitted it personally, there is nothing we can do about it.

At least I can't come here in vain. At most I can be gentle later and save him some face.

"May I have your name."

I saw that the man did not answer in a hurry, but smiled as he took off his straight school uniform jacket and unbuttoned his shirt one by one.

Upon seeing this, Takiya Genji curled his lips with a look of disdain, put his hands in his pockets, and stared out the window boredly.

He didn't notice at all that the students in the classroom had ghostly expressions on their faces. They hurriedly huddled into a ball and hid in the corner of the classroom, as if they were afraid of causing harm to Chi Yu.

"Kannahara Kan."

boom!!!

In the corridor, a figure smashed the glass, flew out from the window sill and hit the guardrail at the edge of the corridor, making a huge noise.

The people wandering in the corridor were startled. When they looked up at the class sign, they found that they were in Class C of Year 2. They didn't even bother to watch the excitement and left the corridor one after another.

"Wow!"

Takiya Genji vomited a mouthful of blood and felt excruciating pain all over his body. His bones were groaning and he felt like he was about to fall apart.

He covered his chest with one hand and blood gushed out from the corner of his mouth. He had just been punched here and then was grabbed by the neck and thrown out.

Wow!

He couldn't help vomiting blood when suddenly his vision went dark. When he looked up, he saw a tall figure blocking the sunlight.

Before he could react, Takitani Genji felt his neck tighten, and a strong hand grabbed his collar and lifted him up.

With his feet off the ground, Takitani Genji's eyes widened as he was lifted high. At this time, he could finally see this guy's face clearly from his angle.

"Kannahara-kan." Takiya Genji groaned.

The original 'artistic young man' seemed to have changed into a different person, with muscles all over his body.

The streamlined muscles were full of power and bulged high on his naked upper body.

A piece of black hair danced in the wind, like a lion's mane, the dark eyes were faintly flashing with scarlet light, and the corner of his mouth was grinning with a bloodthirsty smile.

"Don't you want to defeat me?"

"me..."

Takiya Genji didn't understand why the artistic boy turned into a muscular man in the blink of an eye.

If he had known that this guy had this level of muscles under his clothes, he wouldn't have stopped pretending, but Kanhara Kan's previous image was so deceptive!

"Be smarter next time, and I mean next life."

As he spoke, Kanharakan raised his fist high and pulled it behind his head like a bowstring. The fist as big as a sandbag was aimed at Genji Takitani's head, and at the same time it blocked the sun in the sky.

The last ray of sunlight was blocked, leaving only the scarlet eyes shrouded in darkness and the outline of a growing grin.

This punch comes down...

He's going to die...

He made an agreement with his father, who had a Yakuza background, that as long as he could dominate Sakuragi Middle School, he would inherit his Meteor Team.

But he didn't expect that he would die on the first day of school!

He wanted to resist, but he couldn't even lift his arm. The injury was too serious. After struggling hard, he closed his eyes.

Deep despair enveloped him.

Jingle Bell!

boom!

Takitani Genji fell on the railing and was in a daze.

He murmured to himself as he watched the figure that turned away and walked into the classroom as strong as a mountain in his eyes.

"Why let me go..."

Takitani Genji gasped for breath, the happiness of escaping from death and confusion filled his brain. After lying on the ground and resting for a while, his body finally recovered a little.

He struggled to get up with all his strength, limped to the door of the classroom, held on to the door frame and looked inside.

A bald middle-aged teacher stood on the podium, lectured on the text, and wrote and drew on the blackboard.

But Shenyuankan had already put on his clothes and returned to the appearance of a literary boy. He sat in his seat and listened to the lecture carefully, copying notes in his hand.

Takiya Genji finally reacted and looked at the old-fashioned metal bell next to the door.

"It turns out that my life was saved by the school bell."

Thinking that his life had been saved by the school bell, which he had ignored since childhood, his faith finally collapsed. He smiled bitterly twice, could no longer hold on, and fell down.

At the last second when he lost consciousness, something came to his mind.

‘Battle for Sakuragi, I think it’s better to forget it...’
Chapter completed!