"Damn it, Aiwu Guang, why are you so deflated? How many times did you go last night?"
Aiwu Guang was not an F Class student, but ever since he became close with Hayato, he often visited their class during breaks.
After a while, he became familiar with Anshi Seiji and the others.
Shirakawa High School generally did not allow students to visit other classes during breaks, but out of respect for Hayato, both the class committee and the disciplinary committee turned a blind eye to this matter.
Anshi Seiji had flexible team-up standards. When not including Aiya Hiroshi, an outside member, he referred to the combination of himself, Hayato, Yamamoto Sakito, and Matsubara Ayumu as the "Three Phantom Gods."
When Aiya Hiroshi was included, it became the ""Four Heavenly Kings"."
The logic was rigorous and convincing.
Today was the four-person group of the "Three Phantom Gods," because that bastard Matsubara Ayumu had disappeared somewhere.
Anshi Seiji looked at their team composition with satisfaction.
The four of us are truly strong.
Yamamoto Sakito was, as always, engrossed in his mobile game, while Hayato was looking at the arithmetic problem the teacher had just taught, then counting on his fingers to determine the answer, muttering to himself, "So that's how it is..."
Only Aiya Hiroshi looked listless and weak all over.
"Go f*ck yourself," Aiya Hiroshi said, "I haven't touched my handiwork in days."
"Damn it," Anshi Seiji's eyes widened, "You went out to have fun without your old man? Our bond has faded. Tell me which shop has good service and pretty girls?"
"Pretty my ass, I didn't eat breakfast this morning, I'm starving," Aiya Hiroshi said.
"Then why not buy something from the convenience store?" Anshi Seiji asked.
"I spent all my pocket money ages ago," Aiya Hiroshi said righteously. This was due to his extravagant spending on mosaic manga and uncensored BD discs.
He didn't dare to reveal any of it to Yayoi-nee.
Anshi Seiji was shocked. As a good brother, he quickly pulled out a fried noodle bun from his pocket and handed it to Aiya Hiroshi.
"Why didn't you say so earlier? Your dad has good food here. Hurry up and eat something. You only need to grow taller, not lose weight, so why starve yourself?"
By the way.
Among the Three Phantom Gods, besides Hayato, who was an exception, only Anshi Seiji reached the tall height of 171 cm; the rest were all in the 160s.
He was laughing at his height. Aiya Hiroshi knew it well, but for the sake of the fried noodle bun, he didn't argue with Anshi Seiji.
"A thief broke into my house, who knows why he only stole the small amount of leftover food..." Aiya Hiroshi was full of resentment.
"He must have a deep grudge against you." Anshi Seiji made a perfect deduction: "He wants to starve you. Although you have us good brothers at school, you won't starve to death, but not eating breakfast on time greatly affects height development. If you stay this short, you won't find a partner. If you don't find a partner, you can't have children. If you can't have children, won't your family line be cut off?...This is the legendary vicious, insidious plot!"
Yamamoto Sakito still had some level of Chinese literature. Before, he only got a negative score for writing an essay about his fantasies about the Chinese teacher.
"Someone with a brain in their butt, don't try to use allusions without culture. This is called a plot to wipe out a family line!"
"...An insidious and cunning plot to wipe out a family line, short for insidious..."
"That's enough."
Hayato frowned and interrupted Anshi Seiji. What kind of talk was this? "How is it insidious and cunning... A boy won't starve to death if he misses one meal."
"He didn't die, but he almost did..." Aiya Hiroshi had two streams of tears running down his face.
"Damn, I'm burning up."
Just as Aiya Hiroshi was about to take a bite of the bun, Matsubara Ayumu jogged over, wiping sweat as he spoke: "I was just outside, drenched in sweat..."
"Covered in burly men? Matsubara, your… tastes are quite heavy," Yamamoto Sakito said, surprised.
"The 'han' with the three-dot radical!" Matsubara Ayumu said.
"Indeed, it's that 'han,'" Yamamoto Sakito nodded.
Matsubara Ayumu thought about it carefully, and it truly was: "The 'han' from 'sweat'? What the heck, are you asking for a beating?"
Yamamoto Sakito used to be like the little leader of F Class, and with Matsubara Ayumu's timid personality, he would never have dared to speak to him like that. But after they became the ""Four Heavenly Kings"," everyone got quite familiar, and various warm and friendly greetings became commonplace in their conversations.
Originally, Yamamoto Sakito still had something to say.
What rank are you, Matsubara Ayumu? And what rank am I, Yamamoto? When I used to bully people, you were at most the one being bullied. Even if we're all hanging out with our Kobayashi-ge, shouldn't there be some hierarchy and order?
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