Trying to Prank Me? You're Still Too Green!
The morning reading bell rang, and as usual, the Class 3-D was in complete chaos.
They straddled the desks to play cards, used brooms as guitars to scream, and a few delinquents squatted by the windowsill smoking.
The entire classroom was filled with smoke and noise, giving everyone a headache.
Sing Sing walked in with a yawn, slowly walked to his seat, threw his backpack down, slumped in the chair, took out a thermos from his bag, and blew on the few goji berries floating on the surface of the water.
Is this class absolutely mandatory?
Last night, I worked half the night with a weirdo, and even rolled around in the snow with that pervert in the red and black bodysuit until we were covered in mud.
Finally, I took a hot spring bath; the sudden change from hot to cold was unbearable!
Lao Wang wouldn't even approve a night shift allowance or a high-temperature hot spring subsidy.
This practice of letting the horse run but not let it eat is utterly outrageous.
This undercover life is unbearable!
The school bell rang.
Kumiko Yamaguchi stepped onto the podium.
She still had pigtails, and she still wore those black-rimmed glasses.
Finally, her gaze settled on Sing Sing, who was dozing off.
"Hoshino."
Kumiko came to his side. "Some classmates said that you were fooling around at a hot spring inn on Mount Fuji last night. Is that true?"
Sing Sing jolted awake, his drowsiness vanishing completely.
Is it true or false?
A student reported it?
Those guys with all the tattoos don't look like any of my classmates at all!
He straightened his back and crossed his arms in front of his chest, forming a cross.
"Teacher! You can't slander me without my knowledge! I'm still a child!"
"I'm only seventeen, a minor!"
He clutched his chest in anguish, "How could I, a flower of our motherland, have gone to such a filthy and corrupt place to fool around?"
Teacher Xiaomei's eyes twitched twice; she was certain that the guy in front of her was deliberately pretending to be stupid.
"Really? Maybe that student mistook you for someone else."
The first class ended in a drowsy state, and the second period was a substitute physical education class.
Unfortunately, these young masters from Class 3-D had absolutely no sense of responsibility to assemble on the playground.
The sound of dragging footsteps came from outside the corridor.
Sing Sing rubbed his eyes and looked up at the front door.
A man with dyed blond hair and a loosely draped tie around his neck strolled in.
His face was radiating an air of nonchalant swagger, as if he thought he was the best in the world.
Sing Sing recognized the other person's identity.
Eikichi Onizuka.
From Great Teacher Onizuka)
According to Liu Jianyi's intelligence, this guy is the youngest homeroom teacher at Toyo High School, the former leader of the Shonan Bōsōzoku, and now the monster teacher of Class 2-4.
Something's not right.
This guy teaches second-grade social studies, and he's already running into third grade, but why is he taking over their PE class?
Onizuka stood by the podium, his gaze sweeping across the classroom.
He had heard that a tough guy had joined Class 3-D who could defeat Serizawa Tamao with a single punch, so he came here today to investigate.
He walked to the front of the podium and hooked his toes.
A small bottle of engine oil slid down his trouser leg and silently spilled onto the wooden steps of the podium.
A clear liquid of oil spread across the wooden floor.
Sing Sing, with his sharp eyes, spotted the reflective strip.
This old bastard's playing dirty tricks?
"You little brats in Class 3-D, get your act together!"
Onizuka grabbed the blackboard eraser and slammed it twice on the blackboard.
"Our PE teacher is on sick leave today because of diarrhea, so I'll be covering this class."
He extended his index finger and pointed it directly at Sing Sing.
"Hey, Hoshino Seiichi, I heard you're pretty good at fighting? Come up here and copy the list of sports equipment on the blackboard. Let me see if your handwriting is as hard as your fists."
Is he going to use himself as an example?
With a blank expression, Old Zhou stood up and walked towards the podium.
Onizuka suppressed a laugh, bracing himself to watch the arrogant transfer student fall flat on his face.
The moment the sole of his shoe came into contact with the engine oil, according to common sense, Sing Sing should have immediately done a split or fallen backward to the ground.
But Sing Sing's feet seemed to have suction cups attached to them, firmly fixed to the wooden floor.
Is that all?
Sing Sing sneered inwardly.
You're too green to play pranks on him.
Old Zhou also has a nickname in the bureau: the Tricky Brains!
Do you really think you can catch him with such a basic, slick move?
Not only did Sing Sing not fall, but he even used the slippery engine oil to lift his heels slightly, exert his waist power, and glided down the steps in an extremely smooth moonwalk.
As he moved laterally, brushing past Eikichi Onizuka, Sing Sing slipped two fingers into the open inner pocket of Onizuka's suit, pinched it between his fingertips, and pulled out a large magazine with a flashy cover.
As we approached Onizuka, I felt a cool breeze.
Sing Sing stopped in front of the blackboard, picked up the chalk, and wrote the four characters "Equipment List" in a flamboyant style.
After finishing writing, he patted the chalk dust off his hands, rolled the magazine into a tube, and shook it.
"Teacher, I've finished writing."
Sing Sing turned his head, his face full of the obedient look of a good student.
"However, I advise you to read less of these kinds of books that affect your sword-drawing speed."
"It's really easy to suffer from qi and blood deficiency, and lower back and knee pain."
Onizuka was completely dumbfounded.
He glanced at the four lonely characters on the blackboard.
I told you to copy a whole blackboard full of lists, and all you wrote were these four words?!
Remembering his later words, Onizuka subconsciously glanced down.
His treasured, limited-edition photobook, bearing Teacher Sora's autograph, has vanished.
This kid didn't even fall, yet he still managed to steal his own manhood?!
"You little brat..."
Onizuka stepped forward and tried to grab Sing Sing's collar, but Zhou Xingxing dodged the grab.
"Hey! You talk the talk but don't walk the walk!"
I am Ku Kung, the handsome and Tricky Brains.
Sing Sing stepped back to the edge of the podium and pointed at the puddle of engine oil.
"The teacher carelessly dumped waste lubricating oil on the podium, violating campus fire safety regulations and also involving the illegal discharge of hazardous waste. Be careful, I might report this to the local Environmental Protection Bureau!"
"Why are you spouting so much nonsense!"
Onizuka was so angry that his veins were throbbing.
Amidst the gasps of amazement from his classmates, Sing Sing shook the photo album again.
"Teacher, the paper quality of this magazine is good; it's printed on coated paper with plenty of ink!"
"Do you think I'd be happy if I rolled it up into a tube and used it as a pointer to hit the headmaster's bald head?"
"You're ruthless."
Onizuka gritted his teeth and lowered his voice. "Give me back my things after class, and pretend nothing happened today."
"Sure, sure." Sing Sing stuffed the magazine back into his pocket and strolled back to his seat down the steps. "As long as the price is right, everything is negotiable."
As soon as he sat down, a few delinquent teenagers huddled together and whispered among themselves.
"Hey, this guy even dares to blackmail Onizuka-sensei."
"Let's be more honest from now on, at least don't let him find out what we have in our pockets."
Onizuka on the podium heard everything clearly, and a # appeared on his forehead.
He suddenly realized that he hadn't found out what he was supposed to be investigating today, and instead had left a personal item in the other party's hands as collateral.