Hoshino Seiichi, Model Student

"Hoshino."

Kumiko Yamaguchi stood in the doorway, smiling. "You just said, who's the boss of Class 3-D?"

The row of boys by the wall all lowered their heads.

The hinges of the back door didn't make a sound, and the classroom was filled with the sounds of desks being dragged and slogans being shouted.

He was so preoccupied with figuring out how to win over the students that he let Kumiko Yamaguchi sneak up behind him!

Oops!

A high-ranking cadre from Bureau 749 Bureau was caught red-handed by his supervisor on his very first day of undercover work!

Kumiko Yamaguchi took a step forward.

A flash of white light streaked across the black-rimmed glasses.

She was petite, and her sportswear was so unfashionable it was hardly intimidating, but her teacherly aura made Sing Sing a little flustered. "I've only been gone a few minutes, and you're already forming cliques?"

Sing Sing's previous arrogance vanished, and he rushed to Kumiko Yamaguchi in a few strides, "Teacher, you're finally back!"

Huh?

The entire class was stunned.

The group of blond-haired men stared wide-eyed, completely unable to believe what they had just heard.

Didn't this guy ask for a sponsorship fee of 19,000 just a minute ago?!

Have you lost all your backbone as a gangster?!

Sing Sing completely ignored the horrified stares of the group of scoundrels behind him, turned around to face the whole class, straightened his back, and waved vigorously.

"The Class 3-D unanimously believes that Teacher Xiaomei is our core, our banner, and our direction!"

"I was just about to warm things up by inviting you to give an important speech on class discipline!"

"Everyone agrees, right?"

Huang Mao was the first to raise his hand, "That's right! We are warmly welcoming Teacher Xiaomei to come and provide guidance!"

"Yes! Big Brother Hoshino... oh no, Hoshino is absolutely right!"

"Teacher Xiaomei is the guiding light for Class 3-D in the darkness!"

Flattery is as plentiful as a mountain.

Kumiko Yamaguchi was completely stunned by the overwhelming flattery from these usually unruly delinquents.

What exactly is this transfer student up to?

Before she could think it through, Sing Sing slid to the podium as if her feet were greased, pulled out a chair, and wiped the table with her sleeve.

"Teacher, please sit down! Please sit down!" Sing Sing's voice was filled with heartache.

"You work tirelessly day and night for us, the delicate flowers of our nation's future. Even the strands of your hair speak of your greatness. It's truly amazing how hard you work!"

After finishing all that, Old Zhou slipped back to his seat and sat down.

A pair of bright eyes stared at the blackboard; he was the epitome of a model student who had loved learning since childhood!

Kumiko Yamaguchi pointed to the row of boys along the wall, "Then explain to me why they're standing there?"

Sing Sing remained calm and composed.

"Teacher, this is a standing posture training exercise that Class 3-D spontaneously organized."

"Look at young people these days! They have no manners at all, whether they're sitting or standing. What kind of behavior is this!"

"Only by standing upright can you walk the right path in society! Just now, the students were so enthusiastic and eager to sign up for the 'torture'... no, I mean, for the training. This scene was truly moving and brought tears to my eyes!"

The yakuza trainees at the base of the wall were completely dumbfounded.

What on earth is this about etiquette and manners?

What exactly constitutes a useful person for society?

We're the delinquent youths who are determined to dominate Suzuran... oops, I mean, dominate all the high schools!

Kumiko Yamaguchi sneered.

A crooked tie, untied shoelaces, a blond man's reddened wrist, and a chair knocked askew on the floor...

She saw all of this.

Sing Sing's heart sank; this woman had seen through him.

That kind of scrutiny is definitely not something an ordinary teacher who only knows how to grade homework would do.

This teacher seems quite capable...

In the end, Kumiko Yamaguchi didn't cause him any trouble, waving her hand and saying, "Alright, stop standing, go back to your seat."

In this lesson, Sing Sing pushed the best students' performances to their absolute limit.

When Kumiko Yamaguchi was giving her lecture, Sing Sing leaned forward, his brows furrowed slightly, and his eyes shone.

His face was etched with a thirst for knowledge!

Kumiko Yamaguchi even took off her glasses and wiped the lenses with a glasses cloth.

Is it a hallucination?

Was that bossy attitude I saw when I opened the door just now a side effect of staying up all night watching yakuza movies?

Hoshino Seiichi is clearly a super well-behaved and good child!

Below the podium.

Sing Sing stared at the Japanese textbook, which was full of guesswork and incomprehension, and his vision began to blur.

He'd rather go back to New York and take on twenty Wolverine clones one-on-one than suffer this torment here.

The blackboard in front of him began to distort in his eyes.

Those white chalk lines slowly turned into iron railings.

A wave of sadness washed over him, and the sound of an erhu accompaniment unconsciously echoed in his mind.

Leaving behind a warm and loving family...

I'm back in the hellish place...

Gazing at the bright moon through the iron bars...

My heart is filled with sorrow...

Wandering to the ends of the earth...

When will I regain my freedom...?

The mournful accompaniment of the erhu grew louder and louder in my mind.

Iron bars, prison clothes.

Why can Ling Ling'er go around showing off, while he has to sit here and suffer like this?

He is not convinced!

In a fit of extreme grief and indignation, Sing Sing's lips began to open and close gently in sync with the erhu accompaniment in his mind.

On the podium.

Kumiko Yamaguchi turned around, her eyes fixed on Sing Sing's utterly dejected face.

Just then, a hand reached out from the side and hit his ribs.

The force wasn't great, but it was enough to bring Old Zhou back to his senses.

"Hoshino, the teacher is watching you."

Sing Sing jolted awake.

My gaze snapped to life, meeting the increasingly dangerous look in Kumiko Yamaguchi's eyes from the podium.

He straightened his back, grabbed a ballpoint pen from the table, and opened the exercise book in front of him that he had never even looked at before.

Without saying a word, he started writing furiously!

As he wrote, his brows furrowed in a serious manner.

He exudes the aura of a top student, completely absorbed in a sea of knowledge, tackling unsolved mysteries of humankind.

On the podium.

He only turned his head slightly when the chalk on the podium started to chime again.

This time, he took a closer look at his deskmate and realized that she was a girl.

She had short, ear-length hair and was very quiet.

The textbook was filled with neat notes.

In this chaotic Class 3-D, she was so normal that she seemed like an anomaly.

"Thanks," Sing Sing whispered, leaning closer. "What's your name?"

The girl neither stopped writing nor turned to look at him.

"Ichirai Hisako."

Sing Sing said "Oh," and added, "Ichikawa- kun, I'm so grateful, just let me know if you ever run into any trouble!"

Ichirai Hisako turned her head, glanced at Sing Sing as if he were an idiot, and then turned her head back, her voice even lower than before.

"Don't thank me yet."

"Huh?" Sing Sing was taken aback.

Ichirai Hisako quickly turned a page in her book. "You need to protect yourself first; the teacher is watching you."

Kumiko Yamaguchi placed her hands on the edge of the podium and leaned forward.

"Hoshino, since you're so energetic, you must have fully absorbed what we just learned, right?"

She pointed to something in the textbook with her finger.

"You'll read this part aloud to everyone!"