What was there to watch? What was there to learn? Takuya Fujigami did not quite understand, and Sogo Doma could not be bothered to explain. In truth, he looked all smiles right now, but inside, his balls hurt more than anyone else's...
Some people said never argue with an idiot, because an idiot would drag your IQ down to their level, then defeat you with their vast wealth of idiot experience.
Sogo Doma deeply agreed with that. After all, every experienced idiot was a master at setting the pace. They were proficient in countless ways of steering the conversation, and once you fell into an idiot's rhythm...
Ahem!
Sogo Doma emphasized once again that whether it was a conversation or an argument, there was a rhythm to it. Whoever controlled that rhythm would gain an enormous advantage in a discussion or debate...
However, at this moment—
The ones controlling the rhythm were neither Sogo Doma nor Matsuzaki-sensei. The people holding it in their hands were actually Anzai Tetsu, Tanaka, and their group...
In fact, when Anzai Tetsu, Tanaka, and the others had come looking for Sogo Doma in a rage, he had already categorized them—problem students not even qualified to be yakuza.
It could not be helped. If you called them yakuza, they could only throw their weight around at school. If you called them students, their hearts were filled with yearning for yakuza culture. They simply did not have the guts to experience society firsthand, so they could only imitate it at school...
Impulsive, hot-tempered, obsessed with solving problems through violence—those were people like Anzai and Tanaka. If there were any bullying incidents at school, Anzai's group would absolutely be the first perpetrators. Of course, if no bullying existed at the school, then they would simply lie low.
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