Strive to be rich and handsome

Such a situation of bullying the weak is not unique to this school, in fact, Leorio can be sure that similar situations exist in every corner of the world.

The weak are bullied, and the strong turn a blind eye.

"Why is he the only one among the newcomers..." found?

That side has developed from a one-on-one battle to a big chaotic battle, Ivy, it seems that he is not as weak as his appearance, but - no matter how powerful he is, there is only one person...

"If you offend Teacher Da Liya who teaches the aesthetics of violence, the end will be miserable." The girl put down her arms and looked out the window: "Often the whole class will be involved."

Accompanied by a scream, a boy was thrown over, the girl calmly leaned over, Leori hurriedly reached out to stop him, but only broke half of his collar.

The boy smashed the window and fell all over...

The screams lasted for a long time...

This is the fifth floor...

"I'm going to die..." Leori, who couldn't stop him with his hands, clenched his hands tightly and looked down through the window.

"No, the school's medical facilities are top-notch in the world." The girl indifferently swept away the shards of glass that fell on her desk.

"Don't worry, Leorie, those guys were actually scared by Teacher Dahlia, but they couldn't vent their anger, so they had to find someone new." A certain girl with a colorful lollipop sat on the window sill and rushed towards Lei. Ouli waved his short legs and flicked them back and forth, so scared that Leori quickly hugged her down.

"It's very dangerous!" said an uncle.

"Ah, ah, ah~" A certain girl waved her hand indifferently...

"..." These guys.

"So, it's just a bunch of useless guys." The little girl concluded in this way.

The result of this scuffle is a lose-lose situation for both sides.

Among them, Ivey suffered the worst injury, his clothes were torn, his hair stuck to his face in a mess, half-dried blood was on his face, and some of it flowed down his cheeks. The wound could not be seen, and it was probably hidden in his hair.

The pages of books that were neatly stacked on the table were scattered all over the place, and the glasses were also broken...

The first session in the morning is a cooking class.

The bell rang, and the students went out one after another with the books of the cooking class, leaving only a mess.

"Leori~" The little girl stood at the door and waved to Leori.

Leorio hesitated for a moment, but still refused: "You go first."

"Then Leorie, you have to hurry up, it's not good to be late." The little girl said so, bouncing away by herself.

Ivy squatted on the ground, and it took a while to recover, half-closed his eyes, covered his forehead with one hand and touched his glasses all over the floor with the other.

"Hey, are you okay?" Accompanied by this voice came a big, generous hand with a thin callus on the palm.

Ivy knew this person, and this person was a new student just like him... Ivy picked up his half-broken glasses, put them on, and gave Leorie a cold look.

Then he walked around the person who stretched out his hand, and picked up the books that fell on the ground.

Leorie was stunned, and knelt down to help him pick it up.

Unexpectedly, Ivy put the book in his hand back on the table, then walked over with a sullen face, and snatched the book from Leorie's hand.

"Hey! Don't be too arrogant, kid!" Piedo frowned and pulled Leorio past him.

Ivy didn't even look at them, and went to get a broom to clean up the glass shards on the ground.

"Is he trying to help you?!" Piedo stared at the boy who didn't know what to do.

"Are you trying to help me?" Ivy stopped what he was doing, and looked at Leorio without paying attention to Piedo.

The glasses behind the half-broken pair of glasses are clear and clear, and the slightly childish face is really serious.

Leo Li opened his mouth, but said nothing.

"If you really want to help me, why have you been standing by just now?" The young man smiled slightly and asked a sharp question.

"You—" Piedo rolled up his sleeves and wanted to beat him up, but was stopped by Leorio.

"Hypocrisy." Ivy looked away indifferently, took out the book he wanted to bring, walked around Leoli and Piedo and walked straight out.

Leorio and Piedo hurried to the cooking class classroom, but luckily the teacher hadn't arrived yet.

The students stood in twos and threes, talking about something.

The teacher who taught the cooking class was a fat man who smelled of sweet candy.

"Today, what we are going to learn is simple candy making..."

While listening to the class in fear, Leori recalled the terrifying effect of Uncle Dongba's orange juice...

To his surprise, the candy-making process taught by the teacher is actually very normal... Add a little water to rock sugar, add apple juice, boil over low heat until it becomes sticky...

Well, looking at the various candies made in normal shapes, Leorio finds it incredible...

It turns out that I can also make normal things... I just don't know the effect... The uncle was just moved, when Piedo came over and took a grain and threw it into his mouth.

Leorio couldn't stop him, but just stared at him silently.

Staring so hard that Piedo felt embarrassed, and thought to himself, could it be that this young master is so handsome today...

"If you have any side effects, you must tell me in time." After a long time, Leo Li patted Piedo on the shoulder and left without saying that.

"Ah, ah?"

"I suggest you go to the hospital for an examination when you have time." Walking out of the door of the cooking classroom, Leorio warned after thinking about it.

"..." Who can tell me what's going on... Piedo was silently depressed.

Regarding the incident with Ivey, Leorie thought that this incident was over.

But this is not the case.

Or to be more precise, the last bullying incident was just the beginning.

The belly of the table was stuffed with all kinds of garbage.

When a person walks, he will also be bumped intentionally or unintentionally.

The desks were painted in a mess, and all kinds of insults were even written on them.

Books, paper and pens disappeared inexplicably...

The book I was reading was snatched away, and then a group of people passed it around...

With a little attention, Ivy's current poor condition can be seen.

It seems that a person is bullied without too many reasons, and a group of people bullies a person does not seem to need too many reasons.

I don't like him, so that seems to be enough reason to destroy a certain person.

Ivy's face began to stiffen, and he was no longer the dull and good student he was before.

But such a change did not improve his current situation of being bullied.

And the students in the class also adopt an onlooker attitude towards such things.

The old students are used to it, the new students are wise and safe, and the teachers have the attitude of watching the show.

But gradually, some people became dissatisfied, but the reason was only—

"How long are they going to play?" Girl A asked helplessly as she sat on the table and swung her legs while flipping through magazines.

"Probably because I lost face last time, I hope that child will drop out of school on his own initiative." Girl B licked melon seeds with Erlang's legs crossed.

"It's so boring to make trouble every day." Girl A sighed.

"I think so too." Girl B agreed coolly.

"Can't those guys be more mature?" Girl A closed the magazine helplessly, and then sat up straight with interest: "Speaking of which, if this guy drops out of school, how many years will he be this semester?" ?”

"Probably, No. 13...?" Girl B rubbed her chin, thinking uncertainly, and then: "But I'm not sure yet, this new kid seems to have a very stubborn temper."

Girl A threw the magazine aside, and approached her with a smile: "Do you want to make a bet? I bet he will drop out of school within three days."

"Oh?"

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Avi Perspective

Opening the locker, all kinds of messy things fell out, smelly socks, drink cans, unfinished breakfast, draft paper, and even a broken shoe that I didn't know where to pick up.

He turned sideways and watched those things fall to the ground.

My clothes and books have disappeared.

Another fight with those naive guys, didn't win, but didn't lose either.

Slightly injured.

Walking into the classroom covered in blood, everyone is indifferently rushing about their own affairs, that's fine.

But the look in the eyes of that uncle made me a little irritable.

Got into a fight again, and came back with a wound. It seems that I have gone farther and farther on the road of bad boys.

It is gratifying to think that physical strength and fighting skills have improved in the midst of suffering.

A guy with an uncle's face came to talk to him without knowing the so-called.

Ignore it.

The guy with a certain uncle's face left decadently.

There are some medicine bottles left on the table.

That guy who doesn't know the so-called.

someday.

Silently carry the books from the library back to the classroom.

"Clatter—" The book fell to the ground.

"Aha? Sorry, I'm in a hurry!" The blond boy scratched his head and smiled sheepishly, then apologized while stepping on the books on the floor and left.

He knelt down silently, and went to wipe the gray shoe prints printed on the books, but it was so bad that he couldn't clean it no matter how he wiped it.

Ivy wiped it for a while, then held the book in a daze, his eyelids drooping slightly.

In fact, both I and the blond boy knew that the apology just now was nothing more than superficial work, and this has basically been the case for more than half a month.

Ah, sorry, I didn't mean to!

Don't be so stingy!

Borrow it and it won't break!

Yoyo~ Do you want to fight when you are angry?

Such words... He was already numb to hearing it.

In fact, today is probably his last day, but, this kind of thing still happened, the young man frowned thinking about it so delicately.

With some small sounds, someone knelt down to help him pick up the scattered books on the ground one by one.

Looking over, it was a new student just like him.

"Then... are you alright?"

After taking the book, Ivy looked at him, blinked his eyes, and didn't thank him, but he didn't make any sarcasm, just turned around and left.

"Hey! I really want to help you." A guy with an uncle face said so.

Ivy, who was holding the book, walked forward without looking back, and walked around the corridor.

He looked slightly at the sky, pushed his glasses, and straightened his back.