Reborn Japan as the group leader

"Of course!" Iori's voice became firm, "Since I came to this world, I have to live a college life like in the comics!"

"Okay, stop teasing!" Shinji Tokita handed over a full glass of wine again, "Drink quickly!"

"Did you just take my great goal as a joke?" Iori asked with the veins on his face and neck as he turned his head.

"Do you want me to tell you which places in the school have a lot of beauties?" Julong Jiro said with a relaxed face.

"Please!" Iori immediately knelt in front of Kotoshi Ryujiro in the posture of Doshizaza, "Senior!"

"You are really a simple person..." Tokita Shinji said from behind.

"Okay, okay..." Juryu Jiro put on his underwear and walked over, "Pack up and get ready for the second drink!"

"I have to go back!" said a senior next to him while getting dressed, "I have to work tomorrow!"

"Me too!" Another senior took back his underwear from the table, "I have to catch the last bus..."

"Then I too..." Yizhi turned around to look for her clothes.

With a "snap", Juryu Jiro put his hand on Iori's shoulder, "You don't have to catch the last train."

"You live in Grand Blue anyway, right?" Tokita Shinji said.

"Okay, let's go!" Juryu Jiro put his hands through Iori's back armpit to support him and pull him back.

"No, no, no..." Iori struggled frantically, "Tomorrow is the entrance ceremony! I have to go to the auditorium at nine o'clock tomorrow morning!"

"It's okay! Leave it to us!" Tokita Shinji patted his strong chest muscles twice.

"I will never let you be late!" Kotoshi Ryujiro also chimed in.

"No problem, you guys?" Iori couldn't believe it.

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In his sleep, Iori felt the sunlight penetrate his eyelids, rubbed his eyes and sat up from the ground, still feeling a little headache.

"Looks like I drank too much..." Yizhi rubbed her head, and there was an obvious feeling of air passing through her skin on her body. She should be wearing nothing but a pair of underwear now.

Opening his eyes slowly, he saw Tokita Shinji and Kotobuki Ryujiro, who were only wearing a pair of underwear, lying on their backs, still snoring slightly.

"What time is it..." Iori reached out to touch his mobile phone, opened it, and it was 8:54.

"Damn it!" Yizhi yelled, opened his eyes wide in an instant, turned around and said, "What a rhythm of being late every minute! What did you say that you will never be late, I really believe you... "

The second half of the sentence suddenly stopped.

Because at this moment, Yizhi realized that he was surrounded by a whole circle of people, both men and women. It was estimated that there were nearly 100 people at least, but they were all young people.

Many of them looked at themselves, whispering and pointing, and most of them were pointing their phones at them, and the flash light was on from time to time.

"..." Yizhi was taken aback for a moment, then slowly turned his head to look behind him, and there was a crisp sound of "crackling" from his neck.

Iori did indeed see the school auditorium, and the distance from him...about a hundred meters.

He looked at the four characters "Izu University" on the screen wall next to him, and then turned his head to look at the group of men and women who were taking pictures and recording videos of him.

"Look!" Juryu Jiro's voice suddenly sounded from behind, "I told you I wouldn't be late, right?"

"Yeah!" Tokita Shinji also sat up, "As long as you are at the school gate, you will never be late!"

"You're fucking out of your mind!!!" The veins on Yizhi's face were bulging, and the blood vessels on his neck were also bulging, as if they were about to explode.

"You don't want to treat our kindness as a donkey's liver and lungs, do you?" Tokita Shinji said.

"If you keep nagging, you'll be late!" Kotoshi Ryujiro said.

"You two are fucked!!!"

Yizhi let out a roar, and reluctantly picked up the phone and rushed into the school, covering his face.

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In the huge auditorium, freshmen reporting were sitting everywhere at this moment, whispering together in twos and threes.

No one appreciates the huge crystal chandelier on the high ceiling, and no one appreciates the murals full of artistic sense, as if they are planning their college life.

But it seems... everyone's eyes are looking in the same direction from time to time, some people look secretly, while some bold look openly and undisguisedly.

"Damn it!" In the corner of the last row on the left, Iori, who was only wearing a pair of underwear and lowered his head, clenched his fists and clenched his teeth, "If you don't take revenge, you are not a gentleman! I will kill you within three days!"

"look……"

"That's the guy who was hungover at the school gate on the first day of school..."

"Buffalo..."

"A big smell of wine..."

"Not to mention, the figure is really good..."

Listening to the whispers around, Iori felt that the temperature on his face was gradually rising, but...no matter what the reason...this feeling of standing in the middle of the stage and being watched...seems...not bad .

I was a social animal in my previous life, and I was a little transparent in my life. I have never enjoyed this feeling of standing under the spotlight.

And now, although it is a bit embarrassing to say the reason, but this feeling of fever all over the body, it seems that HIA is quite good...

In a seat two or three rows in front of Iori, Chisa propped her left arm on the table and pressed her chin, expressionless.

"What the hell..." Finally, Qiansha uttered a word in a low voice.

At this moment, it is the season of cherry blossoms.

Outside the window, the spring breeze blows across the sky and the earth, dancing with countless pink cherry blossom petals, announcing the coming of summer!

Chapter 13 On the Importance of Clothes

Outside the window, pink cherry blossom petals are dancing in the sky under the command of the spring breeze, releasing the last brilliance of life to their heart's content.

Inside the window, a young man with a height of 1.8 meters and a fair appearance rested his chin on one hand and watched the cherry blossoms release the last brilliance of his life.

It's just that the expression on his face and the eyes that don't have any highlights reveal an aura as if this person is dead.

"My name is Kitahara Iori..." Iori's inner monologue, "After graduating from high school, a man came to Izu to start my college life..."

"However, on the first day of school..." Iori, who was only wearing a pair of underwear, looked around at the classmates who were far away from him, "My future has become a black mass..."

The whispering voices of male and female students around me can still be heard in my ears.