I Want a Say in School

The playground fell silent once more.

"Damn it, even if he's a good fighter, he's only one person! He'll work himself to death!"

Someone in the crowd shouted.

The remaining hundred or so people also shouted and pressed forward.

The seven or eight delinquent teenagers at the front rushed forward, vying to take down Sing Sing.

Just as the blond-haired man raised his baseball bat, a shoe sole suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Great Strength Vajra Leg!"

Bang!

The blond-haired man took off from the spot and crashed sideways into the crowd behind him.

The four people behind screamed and flew out, plunging into the long jump sandpit one after another, with only their legs sticking out and kicking wildly.

Sing Sing squinted and estimated the distance.

"Seven meters eight."

He shook his head regretfully, "It's a pity my form wasn't correct, otherwise I could have broken the school record."

The scoundrel on the right finally managed to pull the bicycle chain out. Without even turning his head, Sing Sing braced himself with his left foot and bent his right leg backward.

The tip of the shoe struck the man's wrist.

The chain slipped from his hand, flew into the air, circled the goalpost twice, and then caught firmly.

The man looked up at his weapon and fell into deep thought.

Sing Sing then added a kick, "Go up and keep it company."

Bang!

The man was suspended more than two meters in the air, his hands instinctively grabbing the crossbar, his whole body hanging on the goalpost, swaying back and forth.

"Help! I'm afraid of heights!"

"Afraid of heights yet rushing so fast?"

The people behind were still pushing forward.

Those inside wanted to run but couldn't get out, while those on the outside couldn't see what was happening, only hearing screams, and assumed their brothers in front had the upper hand, so they shouted even louder.

"Charge!"

He's all alone!

"Whoever defeats him first will become the new legend of Toyo High School!"

After he finished speaking, three more figures fell into the sandpit.

These kids fight purely out of passion, without any strategy or method.

A classic story of the Calabash Brothers saving their grandfather.

Twenty minutes later, the playground was filled with delinquents rolling around in all sorts of disarray.

Cries of agony and gasps for breath rose and fell.

Three or four hundred people lay around Sing Sing.

He unbuttoned the first button of his Zhongshan suit, letting out some cool air.

This was a complete stomp, a game where they were already in a winning position!

Old Zhou looked towards the edge of the playground, where dozens of people were still standing.

Mitsuhashi Takashi scratched his golden curly hair, looking more uncomfortable than if he had swallowed a fly.

"What's the point of fighting? Are we just going to feed the enemy?"

Ito Shinji's urchin-like hair swayed wildly in the wind, his expression serious. "We're the leaders of the second year. If all the underlings are lying down, and the leader is watching, what kind of delinquents are we?"

Mitsuhashi cursed and flicked his wrist.

"We agreed, if we die, we die together!"

The two walked past the students who were crying out in pain, and stood five meters away from Sing Sing.

Sing Sing looked at the two lovable characters and asked, "Want to come?"

Mitsuhashi Takashi grinned, a sly smile on his face, "That thing you're holding is too long, are you bullying me?"

Sing Sing laughed. He pulled the nunchucks into his lower back, staggered his feet one in front of the other, stopped his right fist in front of his nose, and protected his ribs with his left hand.

"Okay, then I won't use weapons."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Mitsuhashi Takashi's left shoulder swayed.

He flicked a large chunk of sand from the sandpit with his toe and threw it at Sing Sing, then used the sand as cover to circle around to Sing Sing's blind spot.

Ito Shinji felt somewhat ashamed of his actions, but he didn't slow down at all.

These two usually tease each other, but when they fight, they coordinate perfectly.

But it also depends on who the opponent is!

In one minute, the two second-year students were eliminated.

There was also a playful element to it.

With a bruised and swollen face, Mitsuhashi lay on the ground, panting heavily, looking at the dark clouds in the sky.

"Ito, lying here is quite comfortable..."

Ito Shinji, with dark circles under his eyes and two streaks of blood running from his nose, remained silent, simply placing his hands behind his head.

Genji Takiya stubbed out his cigarette and walked towards the playground.

Serizawa Tamao also started walking.

The closer Sing Sing was to the center, the more people were behind them.

Those lying on the ground, enduring the pain, writhed to the side, while those still able to stand consciously moved aside.

The Serizawa Army and the GPS Army have entered the fray.

Genji Takiya stared into Sing Sing's eyes.

During their encounter in the cafeteria, he only felt that Hoshino Seiichi was very strong.

Now he understands.

The man didn't treat it as a fight at all; he just casually exchanged a couple of blows with him.

Serizawa Tamao's gaze swept over the people scattered on the ground.

More than three hundred thugs were all beaten down, but not one of them was injured enough to be unable to get up.

Serizawa Tamao reached up and scratched the stray hairs on the back of his head. "You rascal, making such a commotion, are you really trying to take over the whole school?"

"To rule? To rule requires paying salaries! I don't have that budget."

He raised his finger, past Serizawa's shoulder, and pointed to the administration building.

What I want is a voice in the school's affairs.

Upon hearing this, even Mitsuhashi Takashi was lying on the ground, perked up his ears.

"From today onwards, as long as I'm still wearing this school uniform, if the disciplinary office wants to discipline someone to force them out, or isolate someone through passive-aggressive tactics... they'll have to ask me first if I agree!"

The surrounding delinquents were somewhat bewildered.

They are used to fighting for territory, for the top spot, and for who has the biggest fist.

No one has ever raised their fist against school rules.

Genji Takiya's eye twitched. He transferred schools to dominate and prove himself to his father.

But the man in front of me only wanted a ticket to overturn the chessboard.

"You've got guts." Genji Takiya uttered two words.

Serizawa Tamao grinned. "Whatever. I don't like being bossed around by those bastards anyway. But..."

Serizawa Tamao pointed at Sing Sing, then at himself and Genji Takiya.

"But you still have to convince both of us. I admit I'm not as good as you, but we still have to have a match, right?"

"And... there's someone else behind us."

Sing Sing didn't know who he was talking about, but it didn't matter.

The two exchanged no further words, only a glance, and then took a step at the same time.

Serizawa's punching style was completely different from the previous delinquents; he used the shortest straight line.

Genji Takiya circled around to the flank and lunged forward in a low stance.

The two men, one tall and one short, exchanged punches and collisions, their timing perfectly controlled.

These two people, who have fought countless times, have memorized each other's rhythms.

In contrast, Sing Sing, who was fighting against the two, was still as relaxed as ever.

The delinquents lying on the ground are ants; Ito Shinji and Mitsuhashi Takashi are stronger ants.

The two people in front of him were just slightly stronger ants, and perhaps Sing Sing was the same in the eyes of others.

I'm not playing anymore.

Tactical fadeaway

Sing Sing thought he could pass the level by defeating them, had no interest in continuing the game.

Stephen Chow, who had taken a punch from Serizawa Tamao in the cheek, then pressed his fist against Sing Sing's chest and pushed him away.

"Bang!"

Serizawa Tamao flew directly into the Serizawa Army's ranks, knocking over more than a dozen people in succession.

After taking a knee strike to the abdomen from Genji Takiya, Sing Sing grabbed Takiya's leg, which he hadn't had time to retract, pulled it upwards, and then jumped up and delivered a spinning kick that struck Takiya squarely in the stomach.

They kicked people into the GPS Army in the same way, and knocked down more than a dozen people in the same way.

Brushing the dust off his clothes, Sing Sing calmly looked in the direction the two were going. "Alright, who is that person?"