Isamu's final punishment for Cold Wind's lack of homework was to make him submit an essay today. As for the beating of Cold Wind …
Isamu was not stupid. How could he not see that the person who beat up Cold Wind was the student who had pleaded for him in the class?
"Cold Wind's grades are not good, but his EQ is quite high."
Isamu thought to himself and then said, "Then, let's start the class! Today, we'll talk about the principle of making traps! "
Cold Wind, who had escaped the disaster, pretended to listen carefully while whispering to Iruka, "Iruka, is Erpang's dream really to be a chef?"
Iruka said, "Erpang … Ahem, Ito's family runs a sushi restaurant. He grew up in a sushi restaurant and is determined to become the best sushi master in the village."
Cold Wind was puzzled. "Then why does the teacher seem to think highly of him? Does he like sushi? "
"No, it's because of Erpang … Ito's theoretical knowledge is the best in our class." Iruka covered his forehead and said painfully, "Cold Wind, please don't give Erpang … Ito a messy nickname."
Han Feng squinted at him and said, "It's obvious that you also call her very smoothly."
"I don't!" Iruka was angry. He was a man of principle!
At this moment, the person sitting in front of Iruka suddenly threw a small note behind him.
Iruka was stunned. He picked up the small note and opened it. A wonderful expression appeared on his face. Then, he followed suit and squinted at Cold Wind.
"What?" Cold Wind instantly felt a strong sense of malice coming from Iruka.
"For you." Iruka handed over the small note.
Cold Wind was confused. What did this mean? Was he being confessed?
Cold Wind silently opened the small note and saw the words on it: Moonlight Cold Wind, don't run away from the afternoon training!!!
"Hmm?"
Cold Wind raised his eyebrows. These three exclamation marks didn't look like a confession.
Then, the person sitting in front of him also threw down a small note.
Cold Wind subconsciously took it and opened it: Moonlight Cold Wind, one on one this afternoon!!
Three black lines appeared on Cold Wind's forehead. Which son of a b * tch was stirring up trouble?
But before he could lock on to the 'suspect', small slips of paper came from all directions. Together with the first two slips, there were a total of fourteen slips!
After all, there were only 30 people in their entire class!
Cold Wind looked through them one by one. They were all out to mess with him.
Cold Wind clutched his head, feeling very tired.
"Cold Wind, are you alright?"
Iruka held back his laughter and pretended to be concerned, but the joy in his eyes could not be concealed.
"I just want to be a wretched pretty boy. Why is it so hard?"
Cold Wind rested his chin on his hands and secretly rejoiced that he had mastered the Ninja Throwing Tool last night, otherwise, he would have been beaten up again this afternoon.
But …
'This group of bronzes is really stubborn. Well, today, Cold Wind -gege will teach you how to be a good person. When you go out into society, you will be grateful to me.'
But there was still a problem.
His Ninja Throwing Tool suddenly improved so much, will it be suspected by Kakashima Isamu?
Cold Wind thought for a moment. No, he had to write the essay quickly and hand it in. It would be best if Kakashima Isamu could 'see' his talent in Ninja Throwing Tool!
Thinking of this, Cold Wind immediately pulled out a workbook from the drawer, but found that he didn't bring a pen, so he quickly borrowed one from Iruka.
On the top, Kakashima Isamu explained the knowledge of making traps. Below, Cold Wind wrote a lot about the experience of Ninja Throwing Tool.
For Cold Wind, who has fully mastered Ninja Throwing Tool, writing a 500-word essay was a piece of cake.
In less than forty minutes, Cold Wind finished his essay.
When it was time for the break, Cold Wind immediately took the essay to Kakashima Isamu.
Kakashima Isamu looked at it and showed a surprised expression, and praised without hesitation, "Cold Wind, I didn't expect you to have such a deep understanding of Ninja Throwing Tool!"
Cold Wind modestly said, "It's all thanks to Sensei's good teaching."
"No matter how good Sensei's teaching is, it's useless if you don't listen."
Kakashima Isamu pointed out that Cold Wind could write his experience so quickly, it could only mean that … he didn't listen to his lecture at all, but was immersed in writing his experience!
Cold Wind showed an embarrassed smile.
"Well, go back."
Kakashima Isamu didn't say much, and waved his hand to let Cold Wind go back to the classroom.
Back in the classroom, Cold Wind found that everything in the classroom was normal, but thinking of the fourteen small notes in the desk, Cold Wind smiled silently, thinking that he should eat more today, so that he would have the strength to beat people.
In the next few theory classes, not only Cold Wind was not in the mood to listen, but half of the people in the class were also absent-minded, silently waiting for the time to pass.
Finally!
"Well, the morning class is over, class dismissed."
Kakashima Isamu looked at the students who were ready to fight, and couldn't help but remind them, "Students, the practical training class in the afternoon will be taught by the head teacher of Class 1, Hiramatsu Dazhi, everyone, be careful, don't make trouble for Dazhi teacher, okay?"
"Yes!"
A group of bronze-ranked students shouted excitedly.
Kakashima Isamu shook his head and turned to leave the classroom.
As soon as he left, the class suddenly became lively.
Red Bean took his lunch and ran to the last row.
"Cold Wind, you are finished, the latest information, in the afternoon training class, you will face more than a dozen opponents, the situation is very serious!" Red Bean tried to make a dignified expression.
"Don't worry."
Cold Wind took out his sushi lunch and hummed, "I am the strongest!"
"Hey? Sushi! "
Red Bean saw the things in Cold Wind's lunch and exclaimed in surprise, "Cold Wind, don't you have a rice ball?"
Speaking of this, Cold Wind's face darkened, he pointed to the seaweed and sesame sushi in the lunch and asked, "Red Bean, is there a difference between this sushi and rice ball?"
"Of course there is a difference!"
Suddenly, an excited voice came, it was Ito Erpang, who dreamed of being a chef and worked hard in the Ninja School.
"How can rice ball be compared with sushi?"
Ito Erpang said with a displeased face, "Sushi can be divided into box sushi, roll sushi, too roll sushi, thin roll, hand roll, inner roll …"
While talking, Ito Erpang came to Cold Wind's table and saw the seaweed and sesame sushi in his lunch.
"This … this is not sushi!"
Ito Erpang was furious, "Sushi is not like this, you are lazy, you are tarnishing sushi, sushi made like this is simply, simply …"
"No soul?" Cold Wind reminded him.
"Yes, sushi like this has no soul at all!" Erpang was very emotional.
Cold Wind was somewhat inexplicable and looked at Iruka, "What's wrong with him?"
"Cold Wind, I told you before, Erpang's family … Ahem, Ito's family makes sushi." Iruka whispered.
"So that's how it is."
Cold Wind looked down at the seaweed and sesame sushi in the lunch and vaguely understood.
Sushi in the hearts of Erpang's classmates was probably sacred and inviolable, it was a belief, a lifelong dream, and these sushi made by Keiko … Without saying anything, Cold Wind felt wronged.
"In short!"
Erpang glared at Cold Wind and said, "Moonlight Cold Wind, be prepared for the actual combat training in the afternoon!"
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