Uchiha in the bullet

Uchiha Itachi is about 178cm tall and Naegi Makoto is only 160cm tall. Standing together, they look like a junior high school student and a high school student.

"Mr. Itachi, where are we going now?" Naegi Makoto scratched his head, not knowing what to do for a moment.

"Just call me Itachi." Sheng Ziyang smiled, walked to the podium, got the admission manual, and handed it to Naegi Makoto. "Num, let's take a look."

Naegi Makoto said thank you. "Okay, thank you Itachi-san."

"Meet at the gymnasium at eight o'clock, right?"

Naegi looked at the clock. "Oops, it's already eight o'clock, let's go there quickly." Naegi Makoto said in a panic.

"Haha, no problem, let's go."

Sheng Ziyang and Naegi Makoto walked towards the gymnasium. During this period, Sheng Ziyang also complained to Miaomu about the decoration of the corridor.

Naegi Makoto felt a little nervous looking at this gloomy corridor.

"Naegi, I need to go to the bathroom, do you want to come with me?"

"Huh? No, I'll just wait for you outside." Naegi Cheng shook his head.

It seemed that there was indeed no surveillance. Sheng Ziyang carefully observed the toilet and found no surveillance equipment. It seemed that Enoshima Junko was not so perverted.

Sheng Ziyang looked at himself in the mirror and saw that he looked like Itachi Uchiha, huh? Even the clothes are Xiaopao with black background and red clouds.

Makoto Naegi who was outside felt a little confused. It was a good thing that Sheng Ziyang didn't mention it. After mentioning it, Makoto Naegi felt that this corridor was too gloomy!

Why would a school decorate the corridors like this? Naegi shrank his neck and started to get goosebumps all over his body. Why isn't Itachi healed yet?

"Naegi-san!" Sheng Ziyang patted Naegi Makoto on the shoulder.

"Ahhh!" Naegi cried out in fright, "Why don't you make any sound when you walk!"

"Haha, I'm so sorry." Sheng Ziyang apologized embarrassedly when he saw Miaomu being frightened like this. Originally he just wanted to play a prank, but he didn't expect Naegi to be so frightened.

"Hey, let's go quickly. My classmates must be impatient." Miaomu turned his head and urged Sheng Ziyang to go quickly.

"Haha, let's go."

Finally arrived, Naegi exhaled and pushed open the yellow door of the gymnasium.

The other students had already arrived. After Naegi Cheng opened the door, they all looked over.

A slovenly boy with an afro and some stubble was the first to speak, "Hey, you are freshmen too, right?"

Relying on the memory of his previous life, Sheng Ziyang recognized him at a glance. He was the super high school level fortune teller Yasuhiro Hagakure.

Being able to predict the future is of course not 100% accurate, only 30% accurate.

In fact, it is not appropriate to call him a fortune teller. I always feel that it is more appropriate to say that he is super high school level lucky or super high school level lucky winner.

A fat man with black-framed eyes also posted. He is Yamada Kazusan, a super high school-level fan novelist. I always feel that this game has some bias against novel writers.

"Hey, there are 16 people, so we are finally here, right?" Yamada Yiersan nodded with a big belly.

"Listen to me, didn't you agree to meet at eight o'clock?" Ishimaru Kiyotaka, the super high school level discipline committee member, pointed at Naegi Makoto's nose and said, "It's too shameful to be openly late."

Ishimaru Kiyotaka is wearing a white student union uniform and a red armband on his hand. He can't really have the talent of a super high school level disciplinary committee member.

"I'm sorry, Naegi is late because of me." Sheng Ziyang pulled Naegi behind him and looked at Ishimaru Kiyotaka expressionlessly.

Deep black eyes stared into Ishimaru like an abyss. The dark pupils seemed to be able to devour people, and it was said that Uchiha Itachi's expressionless face was quite bluffing.

"Hey!" Ishimaru couldn't help but look away.

"I don't know what's going on right now, so why are you saying I'm late or not?" said Enoshima Junko, a super high school-level hottie with pink wavy twintails and a bunny on her head. She couldn't stand Ishimaru Kiyotaka. .

Sheng Ziyang looked at Enoshima and Enoshima Shields, the shady story behind the whole incident. Are you going to kill her now? Sheng Ziyang thought in his mind what he was going to do. Kill Enoshima Dunko. Although the whole incident would be over, would it really be useful?

Now the world outside the school has been infected with despair. Even if Enoshima is killed, there will be no change. The blood-stained Chisa in the original work did not turn back to hope after Enoshima's death, but instead attracted more people. In despair, Chisa Yukizome can’t laugh!

Although Enoshima Junko was the culprit of all this, she couldn't just be killed.

Now that life in the academy is being broadcast live, killing her directly will not make people outside believe in hope.

The best way is to let Naegi and the others grow in despair, give birth to hope in despair, then use hope to defeat despair, and give a shot in the arm to the desperate people outside.

And what is my role?

Enoshima Junko smiled widely when he noticed Sheng Ziyang's gaze, and Sheng Ziyang calmly turned his gaze back.

"Interesting, Itachi seems to be different." Enoshima Junko, who was sitting in the monitoring room, showed an interested expression.

"Did you wake up in the classroom too?" Chihiro Fujisaki, a super high school-level programmer, raised her hand and asked Sheng Ziyang cautiously.

Fujisaki Chihiro is wearing dark green clothes and a short skirt that is slightly above the knees. Although she looks like a cute girl, she is actually a boy. It is very kind, even if it is bitten by a mosquito, it will not bear to kill it and let it suck its blood.

"Are you guys too?" Sheng Ziyang asked back.

"It seems that everyone is the same." Fujisaki Chihiro nodded.

"Everyone was unconscious first and then gathered here," Celestia, a super high school-level gambler, asked everyone, "It's really weird."

Celestia had black spiral twintails, red eyes, a black gothic skirt, metal jewelry on her fingers, and black nail polish on her nails. Wearing black lace stockings on her legs, she looks very cute.

"What the hell is going on! Tsk." Here comes the super high school-level street kid—Owada Munito, with an exaggerated airplane head,

Wearing a black windbreaker, he looks like a street kid.

Monshi Owada put his hands in his pockets, "It's just like the juvenile detention center I stayed in."

"Huh? Have we been kidnapped?" A man with a red lion head and earrings asked. "Are we all arrested?"

The man is the super high school baseball player Rei Kuwata, and he has a beard in pigtails.

"How is it possible? Who can easily kidnap people with super high school-level abilities, and let us move freely? This is looking down on us." Sheng Ziyang shook his head and rejected Sangtian Lian's idea.

"That's right." Sangtian Lian touched his head with one hand.

"This must be a performance specially arranged by the school." Two wheat-colored balls jumped in front of Sheng Ziyang's eyes.

Woo~ Sheng Ziyang took a step back unconsciously.

"Isn't this a special school? Isn't it?"

Only then did Sheng Ziyang realize that the two balls turned out to be Chao Hina, a super high school swimmer, and Asahina Aoi, with a black single ponytail, wearing a red sportswear, and with good development.

"Who knows?" Super high school level fighter Okami Sakura responded.

"Orochimaru?" Sheng Ziyang always felt that the voice sounded familiar.

"I've never heard of it." Okami Sakura shook her head. Sakura Ogami has long white hair, a scar on her face, and an unusually tall build, resembling the legendary Super Saiyan.

"Haha, just kidding." Sheng Ziyang laughed twice to ease the embarrassment.