"Classmate, you actually dared to stand up to a banana teacher just now? That was so cool! I've been sick of them for ages!"
"Exactly..."
Amid the students' enthusiastic cheers, Old Monkey left the teaching building with a smile.
Beneath the night sky, he walked slowly to the plaza. With his back to everyone in the teaching building, he looked up and smiled faintly.
"Heh. Fate really is like a banana peel..."
"We're all fruit trapped inside it, forever unable to break free."
After taking down a teacher, the Express Crew found themselves surrounded and treated like gods.
Listening to the chatter, Yan Huan lowered himself to the floor and wriggled away like a worm past the students' feet.
March 7th stood in the middle of the crowd, at a loss in the face of their enthusiasm.
Dan Heng kept his usual deadpan expression beside March 7th. Whatever anyone asked, he only answered, "Mm," and occasionally checked his phone.
Once he was clear of the crowd, Yan Huan stood and dusted off his clothes.
"What a bunch of peasants. You're only just realizing how awesome I am?"
"Hey, superstar! You're here too!"
The voice sounded vaguely familiar. Yan Huan turned and saw Montana, who had greeted March 7th earlier.
"I heard a student dared to hit a teacher here. Has he left already?"
"He's gone. He's not here anymore," Yan Huan replied.
"Aw, that's a shame."
Montana looked curiously at the students packed into the classroom.
"Then who are they crowding around?"
"The guy's companions, I guess." Yan Huan rubbed his chin. "Not that it'll do them much good. If I were them, I'd have gone straight to the guy himself for an autograph."
"You came for the gossip?"
"Yep." Montana nodded.
"But if the guy who hit the teacher