"Stand still for me and copy the homework for your classmates. Are you still reasonable?" Standing in front of Sato Aiyi, I yawned. If I didn't want to hurt Xiao Kelp, I would have come to this shabby office because I was mentally retarded.
"Of course." My personality is not that weak. Teacher, am I afraid of you?
"You!" Sato Aiyi pointed at me, almost wanting to be angry to death. How could there be such a hateful student? Why would the principal let such a student come to school?
It's over, it's over. When Kirihara saw that Sato Aiki was on the verge of going berserk, he was so frightened that he immediately pulled my clothes. I looked at the hand that was pulling my clothes and felt very unhappy. This guy doesn't like dyeing other people's hair on the court.
Is it red? Why did it look like this as soon as we arrived in the classroom? It’s really madamadadane.
"Weak!" He uttered one word, then found a bench and sat down, watching how furious Sato Aiichi was going to be.
"Get out!" Sato Aiyi shouted, and then pointed to the outside of the office with trembling fingers. "Get out? What did you say?" I suddenly stood up, and the momentum of my whole body was released. I didn't hold back at all, and I was all over the place.
Aiki Sato.
Sato Aiyi only felt that a large amount of sweat seemed to have appeared on the back of his head. It was so terrifying that a kind of oppression belonging to the battlefield was rushing towards him, and it was still forcing him to the bottom of the cliff. He couldn't breathe, couldn't breathe...
"Tablemate..." Although Kirihara is a single-celled creature, his intuition is very sensitive. He felt something was wrong with the air early in the morning, so he was stunned for a moment, and then immediately called out to wake up the man who was obviously murderous.
Seeing that there was a lot of cold sweat on Kirihara's forehead, I didn't want to hurt this one-celled guy, so I closed my eyes slightly, and the murderous aura in my body completely disappeared at this moment, and turned into the indifferent look before.
Even Kirihara was thinking, was the oppression just now an illusion?
"Report." He knocked on the door gently, and then a group of people walked in.
"Teacher Sato, I'm sorry, my club members have caused trouble for you." The first person to speak was a young man with purple hair. His delicate appearance was more beautiful than a girl's. His deep purple eyes were full of tenderness, and his face had a smile on his face.
His warm smile makes people’s eyes light up instantly. He is such a beautiful boy.
"Teacher Sato, I'm sorry." Sanada took off his hat and bowed ninety degrees. It was a very standard etiquette, and indeed he was deeply apologetic. I really don't understand how these Japanese people can behave like this when they haven't figured out anything.
I apologize politely. As expected, I don’t like Japanese people at all. It’s troublesome.
At this time, Sato Aiyi was still immersed in the deep fear just now and couldn't extricate himself. Yes, which teacher had seen such terrifying murderous intent and strong murderous intention? He was not a promiscuous person, nor did he live a life of licking blood from the edge of a knife.
People, that is simply incomprehensible.
"Teacher Sato, what's going on? Kirihara said!" Sanada saw Sato Aiyi was still in a daze for a long time, so he naturally vented his bad temper on Kirihara who was standing next to him.
I look at this unlucky Kirihara. If I had known better, I would not have joined the tennis club. He picked up balls when he was in the first grade, and now he is in the second grade. He has not yet participated in the ranking competition. Kirihara and Ryoma are exceptions. As for the others, it is a tragedy.
"I'm scared." Kirihara stuck out his tongue and smiled cutely. He could indeed see the perverted Mr. Sato like this. It was so beautiful. Hehe, he finally let out a bad breath.
What? Scared? Are you kidding? Everyone knows that Aiki Sato is a famous demon teacher, and all the students under him are weak as hell. What on earth could scare him? I'm curious.
.Nioh Masaharu pinched his pigtails and thought cunningly.
Yukimura felt a cold sweat break out on the back of his head. It was really amazing and interesting that Teacher Sato could be frightened.
I was frightened. What kind of international joke was this? I was too lax. Sanada put on his hat and thought firmly.
"Sato...Teacher, it's time for me to go." I don't want to interact with anyone in the tennis club. Although I have met Yukimura and Sanada before, I don't want to talk to these two monsters at all. One is extremely sinister and the other is black.
His face is so dark that it's even more paralyzed than mine. It's really troublesome. It's troublesome. In this world, everything is troublesome.