The final result of Kashima Yong's failure to do his homework was to ask him to submit a composition today. As for the fact that Han Feng was beaten up...

Kashima Yuki is not stupid, how could he not tell that the one who beat Hanfeng was the student who begged him for him?

‘Although Han Feng has poor grades, his emotional intelligence is still quite high.’

Kashima Yuuo thought this in his heart, and then said, "Then, start class! Today I will talk about the principle of creating traps!"

"Iruka, is Erpang's dream really a chef?" Han Feng, who escaped the disaster, pretended to be serious and listened to the class, while whispering to Iruka next to him.

Iruka said: "Erpang...ah, Ito's family runs a sushi restaurant. He has been growing up in a sushi restaurant since he was a child and is determined to become the best sushi chef in the village."

Han Feng was puzzled: "Why does the teacher seem to value him very much? Does he love sushi?"

"No, it's because of Erpang... Ito's theoretical knowledge is the best in our class." Iruka covered her forehead and said in pain, "Hanfeng, please don't give Erpang... Ito a messy nickname."

Han Feng looked at him with his eyes slanted: "You are obviously screaming very smoothly."

"I don't!" Iruka was so angry that he was a principled person!

At this moment, the person sitting in the front row of Iruka suddenly threw a small note behind him.

Iruka was stunned, picked up the small note and opened it, and a wonderful expression suddenly appeared on her face. Then she followed suit and looked at the cold wind with her eyes slanted.

"What are you doing?" Han Feng instantly felt a strong sense of malice coming from Iruka.

"For you." Iruka handed over the note.

Han Feng was confused: What does this mean? Was he confessed?

Han Feng silently opened the small note and saw it as follows: Moonlight and cold wind, don’t run during the afternoon training class!!!

"Um?"

Han Feng raised his eyebrows, and these three exclamation marks didn't seem to be confessing.

Then, the person sitting in front of him also threw down a small note.

The cold wind subconsciously took it and opened it: Moonlight and cold wind, fight one-on-one in the afternoon!!

Three black lines oozing out of the cold wind's forehead: Which turtle grandson is causing trouble?

But before he could even lock in the "suspect", small notes of paper were passed from all directions, and the first two were fourteen!

You know, there are only 30 people in their entire class!

The cold wind kept watching one by one, and it was all about to mess with him.

The cold wind covered her head and her heart was so tired.

"Hanfeng, are you okay?"

Iruka held back her laughter and asked in a pretentious manner, but she couldn't hide the joy in her eyes.

"I just want to be a handsome man in a vulgar way, why is it so difficult?"

Han Feng held his cheek with both hands, secretly glad that he had thoroughly mastered the throwing of the horny instrument last night, otherwise he would have to be beaten up this afternoon.

but……

'This group of bronzes is really stubborn. Well, Brother Hanfeng will teach you the principles of being a human being. In the future, you will be grateful to me if you leave society."

But there is another problem.

Will Kashima Yuu's sudden progress in his ninja throwing suddenly make such a big progress?

Han Feng thought about it and said that no, he had to write the composition quickly and hand it over. It would be best for Kashima Yu to "see" his talent for endurance!

Thinking of this, Han Feng immediately took out a homework book from the drawer, but found that he had not brought a pen, so he hurriedly borrowed one from Irukana.

Above, Kashima Yong talked endlessly about the knowledge points of trap creation, and below, the cold wind was writing about the experience of throwing the skull.

For the cold wind, who has fully mastered the throwing of the skull instrument, writing a 500-word essay is a piece of cake.

In less than forty minutes, the cold wind completed his own composition.

When the break was about to take a break, Han Feng immediately took the composition to find Kashimayong.

Kashima Yuuo looked at it, showed a stunning expression, and praised without hesitation: "Hanfeng, I didn't expect that you have such a deep understanding of the throwing of the ninja instrument!"

Han Feng said modestly: "It's all taught by the teacher."

"No matter how well the teacher teaches, it will be useless if you don't listen."

Kashima Yong was very particular. Han Feng was able to write his experience so quickly, which only means... He didn't listen to his lectures at all during class, but was writing his experiences at all!

The cold wind showed an awkward smile.

"Okay, go back."

Kashima Yong didn't say much, waved his hand and let Hanfeng return to the classroom.

When he returned to the classroom, Hanfeng found that everything was normal in the class, but when he remembered the fourteen small notes on the desk, Hanfeng smiled silently and thought that he would have to eat more lunch today so that he would have the strength to beat someone up.

In the next few theoretical classes, not only did Han Feng not have the time to listen, but half of the people in the class were also absent-minded and silently waited for time to pass.

finally!

"Okay, the morning class will end here, and the get out of class will end."

Kashima Yong looked at the students who were ready to move below and couldn't help but remind him, "Students, the afternoon practical training class was guided by Mr. Hiramatsu, the head teacher of Class 1. Everyone should be serious and don't cause trouble for Mr. Dazhi, do you know?"

"yes!"

The bronzes shouted excitedly.

Kashima Yuki shook his head and turned to leave the classroom.

As soon as he left, the class suddenly became active.

Hongdou immediately ran to the last row with the bento.

"Changfeng, you're done, the latest information, the afternoon training class, you will face more than a dozen opponents, the form is very serious!" Hongdou tried hard to make a solemn expression.

"rest assured."

Han Feng took out his sushi bento and snorted, "I am the strongest!"

"Hey? Sushi!"

When Hongdou saw the things in the Hanfeng Bento, she shouted in surprise, "Hanfeng, are you not going to eat a meal?"

Speaking of this, Han Feng's face turned dark. He pointed to the seaweed and sesame sushi in the bento and asked, "Red beans, is there any difference between this sushi and rice ball?"

"Of course there is a difference!"

Suddenly, an excited voice came over. It was the classmate Ito Nipang who worked hard and studied in the Ninja School with the chef as his dream.

"How can rice balls be compared with sushi?"

Ito Nipang said with an unhappy face, "Sushi can be divided into boxes of sushi, rolled sushi, too rolled, thin rolled, hand rolled, and rolled inside..."

As he spoke, Ito Nipang had already arrived at Han Feng's table and saw the seaweed and sesame sushi in his bento.

"This...this is not sushi!"

Ito Nipang was furious, "Sushi is not like this. You are lazy. You have defiled the sushi. The sushi made in this way is simply..."

"No soul?" Han Feng reminded him.

"Yes, such sushi has no soul at all!" Erpang was very excited.

Han Feng was a little puzzled and looked at Iruka: "What's wrong with him?"

"Hanfeng, I told you before, Erpang's family... Cough cough, Ito's family makes sushi." Iruka said softly.

"I see."

Han Feng looked down at the seaweed and sesame sushi in the bento, and vaguely understood.

In Erpang's heart, sushi is probably sacred and inviolable, faith, and a lifelong dream. The sushi made by Echiko... I don't say anything anymore, Han Feng feels wronged himself.

"Anyway!"
Chapter completed!