What's Wrong with Developing Too Fast? Haven't You Heard of Early Maturity?

[I checked, and it seems that Xiao Rizi High School requires students to wear uniforms, but I'm just ignoring that~]

The small truck was parked across the street from Toyo High School.

The car door opened, Sing Sing, wearing a Zhongshan suit, stepped out with a sigh.

To dress like a 17-year-old high school student while looking like a weathered 30-year-old is utterly depraved!

"Hoshino, it's time for school."

Liu Jianyi sat in the driver's seat and grinned at him.

As the saying goes...

The three ironclad bonds between men: fighting side-by-side, sharing spoils together, and...

Even if it didn't come to that extent, it did bring the two of them much closer.

"Can I take sick leave?" Sing Sing asked with a pained expression.

"A terminal illness is something we can consider." Liu Jianyi exhaled a smoke ring. "Hurry up and go in, being late will get you a demerit and affect your conduct evaluation."

The truck spewed black smoke and sped away.

Sing Sing stood at the school gate, watching groups of high school students walk through the gate.

The boys sported cheesy hairstyles, while the girls wore short skirts and chatted and laughed.

The air is thick with youthful energy.

Sing Sing felt a chill run through him, and his eyes were vacant.

What's the difference between that door and the Gates of Hell?

He recalled Wang Pangzi's face, and a surge of grief and indignation welled up inside him.

Why should others stay in star-rated hotels when they go on business trips, while I have to suffer the beatings of nine years of compulsory education?

He took a cigarette out of his pocket and put it in his mouth.

At this moment, only nicotine could soothe his wounded Mind Stone.

Hey! You old man at the door!

A crew-cut boy wearing a red armband strode over.

Sing Sing looked around, pointed to his nose, and said, "You called me?"

"Yes! It's you!" The crew-cut boy looked him up and down.

"Are you the new security guard?" The boy with the buzz cut frowned. "Smoking is prohibited at the school gate!"

Suppressing his urge to punch someone, Sing Sing stuffed the cigarette back into the pack and took out his college admission notice from his bag, slapping it on the other person's chest.

"Look carefully! I'm a transfer student!"

The boy with the buzz cut picked up the admission notice, looked at it, and then stared at Sing Sing's face.

"Your stubble..."

"Precocious! Overdeveloped! Do you understand!" Sing Sing shoved the crew-cut boy aside and took a step forward as if ready to die.

That silhouette looked just like a martyr heading to the execution ground.

Just as I stepped onto the steps in front of the teaching building, a dark figure emerged from the side.

The other person was half a head taller than him, wearing a black stand-up collar school uniform buttoned up tightly, and had a spiky, frizzy hairstyle that looked exactly like a sea urchin.

The man stopped and stared at Sing Sing for a few seconds.

Are you a new teacher?

Sing Sing's eyebrows twitched twice.

I was mistaken for a security guard and an older man all morning, but now I've finally blended in with the teachers.

At this rate of development, he will be able to take over as principal by noon.

"Look again, student."

Sing Sing held the admission notice to his face, "Youth, vigor, seventeen years old."

He read the notice carefully, and his eyes lit up.

"A transfer student! My name is Ito Shinji, I transferred here before. Don't you know where the administration office is?"

I am the big brother

Sing Sing genuinely didn't know.

That bastard Liu Jianyi just threw him at the school gate and ran away.

They were at least acting as an accomplice from overseas; the only thing missing was a sign hanging behind him that said, "This person is left to fend for himself."

"This is my first time here; I'm just observing the school's architectural layout."

"Then you don't know? I'll take you there."

Ito spoke with absolute certainty.

Sing Sing stuffed the report card back into his schoolbag. The child looked so honest; arguing with an honest person makes you seem tasteless.

"Okay, could you please lead the way?"

"No problem!"

Ito turned and walked ahead, taking large strides.

After walking seven or eight meters, he realized that Sing Sing was following behind, staring at his hairstyle.

"What's wrong?"

Sing Sing pointed to his hair, "How long does it take you to do this every morning?"

Half an hour.

"Won't my pillow get poked when I sleep?"

Ito raised her hand and touched the top of her head. "No, I wash my hair every night, and I sleep on my side during the day when I'm resting."

Sing Sing was filled with awe.

He even changed his sleeping posture in order to become a delinquent.

If this level of dedication were applied to the 749 Bureau, Wang Pangzi would at least award him a towel with the unit's name printed on it.

The two walked through the front yard, Ito introduced the school along the way.

To the left is the gymnasium, to the right is the student club building, the cafeteria is behind the teaching building, and the vending machine on the far east side of the second floor occasionally swallows coins.

Ito added a word of caution: if you really get swallowed up, never kick the machine. Last month, his good friend kicked it seven times, and the sole of his shoe cracked.

"He's a talented person."

Walking between the two teaching buildings, Sing Sing noticed a narrow path blocked by iron chains.

At the end of the road stood an old building with gray walls.

What place is over there?

"The old school building." Ito followed his gaze. "The school doesn't allow us to go near there. I heard that building and the underground air-raid shelter are haunted."

Underground.

The Third Transfer Station mentioned in the file was indeed not completely buried.

"Hoshino, are you interested in the old school building?"

No, I've been afraid of ghosts since I was little.

Sing Sing continued forward with Ito, "Especially those ghosts who wear military uniforms, hide underground, and haven't found peace even after eighty years of death. If you encounter one, you might be tempted to perform a ritual to help it pass on."

Ito was stunned. "Does your family own a temple?"

"The pork seller."

Before they could finish speaking, footsteps came from around the corner ahead.

A female teacher with pigtails walked over carrying exercise books. Her tracksuit was zipped up to the collar, and she wore black-rimmed glasses.

The stack of exercise books in his arms was at least twenty or thirty, but it didn't even wobble when it was pressed against one arm.

Sing Sing noticed that the honest man next to him had become a little nervous.

"Kumiko-sensei! Ohayo Gozaimasu!"

Kumiko Yamaguchi then noticed her student standing nearby. "Ito, what are you doing here? Are you fighting again? I've told you so many times, call me Teacher Xiaomei!"

"I didn't fight today!"

Ito raised both hands to his chest, spreading all ten fingers.

"I'm doing a good deed! Really! This is a new transfer student who can't find the administration office, and I'm about to take him there."

Sing Sing turned his head and glanced at him.

How many fights has this kid been in before?

Kumiko Yamaguchi looked Sing Sing up and down in his Zhongshan suit.

"Transfer student?"

Sing Sing nodded, took out his file and admission notice from his bag, and handed them over with both hands.

"Hello, my name is Hoshino Seiichi. I am seventeen years old, in good health, and have excellent academic performance. I respect my teachers, get along well with my classmates, and have no bad habits."

Ito looked down at his pocket, where half a cigarette pack was sticking out.

Sing Sing used his backpack to block the cigarette pack and casually pushed it back in.

Kumiko Yamaguchi took the materials and turned to the first page.

Hoshino Seiichi in the photo has a clear and bright look in her eyes, and even a touch of boyishness on her face.

She looked up at the real person again.

Stubble, dark circles under his eyes, and the smell of cigarettes he seemed to have picked up at the bar last night.

When was this photo taken?

"Last month."

Sing Sing answered decisively.

"I'm not very photogenic; I'm more mature in real life."

"Be more mature?"

"My photography skills are poor; they captured my entire youth in the photos, leaving little for reality."

Teacher Xiaomei coughed. "Ito, you go back to the classroom. I'll take Hoshino to the administration office."

"I can continue to help."

"No."

I can also help you get your workbooks.

"The biggest help you can give me is if you finish your homework from last week."

Sing Sing followed behind Kumiko Yamaguchi, took a few steps, and then looked back.

Ito was still standing at the end of the corridor, giving him a thumbs-up.

The people at this school aren't as bad as the information makes them out to be.

At least the sea urchin-headed guy didn't inquire about his background, nor did he make fun of the transfer student.

The number of students in the corridors was increasing.

Kumiko Yamaguchi, holding her workbook, suddenly asked, "What sports did Hoshino practice before?"

Sing Sing, standing behind her, twitched his eyelids. "Radio gymnastics."

"Oh."

Kumiko Yamaguchi turned her head to the side, the white light from outside the window flashing on her glasses. "Fighting is forbidden at school."

"Of course, I am someone who is most opposed to violence."

Only after the two figures disappeared down the stairs did Ito turn his gaze away.

A hand reached out from the side and took the bread from his pocket. "Who's that guy dressed like the dean of students?"

"The new transfer student's name is Hoshino Seiichi."

Ito stared at the stairwell, then stroked his chin. "This guy looks like he can fight."

After saying that, he turned to look at the blond-haired man next to him.

"Mitsuhashi, what do you think?"