Girls Can Wait, You Only Have One Life!

The moment the dismissal bell rang, Gang Ziyun let out a long breath from the podium.

He felt like he had never been this mentally exhausted in his life. Thinking about having to endure this nerve-racking life for another three years, he wanted to hand in his resignation right then and there.

"That's all for today's theory class. Kurenai Yuhi, Uchiha Tekka, Kotetsu Hagane, you three stay behind and clean up!"

Before the three of them could protest, Gang Ziyun packed up his lesson plans at an incredibly smooth speed that completely surpassed the limits of a Chunin, then strode out of the classroom in two steps.

The way he fled looked utterly like a defeated retreat.

His voice was still hanging in the air of the classroom, but he had already vanished completely at the end of the hallway.

Obito stuffed his textbooks into his bag, zipped it up, and instinctively moved closer to Ye.

His mouth opened as he was about to say, "Let's go together," but the words suddenly caught in his throat.

Ye sat in his chair, head slightly tilted, chin propped on one hand, wearing a half-smile.

"You sure you want to go back with me?"

Obito sharply sucked in a breath, feeling like his cerebellum was about to shrivel up.

His mind boomed as a series of bizarre scenes from the day began fast-forwarding through his head:

Rin Nohara shrinking into a quail in terror after being forcefully pinned against the wall in the corner.

The white chalkboard-eraser mark on his forehead that he still could not rub off.

That absurd Kunai on the Training Ground that had crossed more than half the field and pierced Kakashi's calf with GPS-like precision.

And that soul-stirring sigh from earlier, echoing in the ears of the entire class, enough to make someone die of social humiliation on the spot.

Obito shuddered violently, and every hair on his back stood on end.

The way he looked at Ye now was no longer the way one looked at a childhood friend and brother. It was like he was looking at a living King of Hell wearing human skin!

"No, no!"

Obito waved both hands like rattles, sweat pouring down his face.

"I suddenly remembered that I promised the old lady at the Third Street intersection I'd help her cross the road ten times today!"

"I won't disturb you! I'm leaving first! Goodbye!"

Before he even finished speaking, Obito slung his bag over his shoulder and scrambled out of the classroom.

Guard-Break Points from Obito Uchiha: +33!

Ye curled his lip.

That was not even enough for a fraction.

He slowly rose to his feet, patted the dust from his pant legs, and looked past the empty seats toward the front row.

Asuma was eagerly carrying a broom as he trotted over to Kurenai Yuhi, snatching the cleaning work from her hands.

"Kurenai, how can I let you do this kind of dirty, tiring work? Just wipe down the desks. Leave all the dust in the window corners to me!"

Asuma's face was piled with smiles as he thumped his chest, displaying a young master's sense of responsibility to the fullest.

He was practically like a pure-hearted simp peacock desperately fanning its tail.

Kurenai Yuhi smiled politely. "Thank you, Asuma."

That smile sent Asuma completely floating.

"Actually, Kurenai, you know, yesterday the Hokage... ahem, my dad even praised me for having talent in Chakra control!"

"I'm usually insanely accurate when I throw Kunai. That weird wind on the Training Ground today just messed with my feel."

Asuma gestured as he spoke, shamelessly making excuses to salvage his dignity.

"When you're free some other day, let's go to the Training Ground. I'll personally show you the Sarutobi clan's real techniques!"

Ye watched Asuma's radiant, desperately performative face, and the corners of his mouth rose straight toward the sky.

This kid had probably already tossed their "fight at Training Ground Seven" agreement from before class into the clouds.

Being lovesick really did ruin people.

Ye did not speak to interrupt his sweet moment. With both hands in his pockets, he leisurely strolled out of the classroom.

The hallway was packed with freshmen who had just been dismissed and were preparing to go home.

The crowd that had been chattering a second ago fell completely silent the instant they saw Ye step out of the classroom.

Dozens of students recoiled as if they had seen a plague god released from its cage, pressing their backs tightly against the walls.

They forcibly opened up a broad path two meters wide right down the middle of the already narrow hallway for Ye.

A few timid girls even turned around and ran upstairs.

Ye did not even raise his eyelids. He walked down the stairs from the school building and headed straight outside the Ninja Academy gates.

His gaze casually swept the surroundings before finally stopping at the edge of a flower bed to his left.

A square, sharply edged red brick lay quietly in the dirt.

Ye's eyes lit up. He walked over, bent down, picked up the perfect brick, and weighed it in his hand.

The weight was just right, and its rough texture fit perfectly into his palm. The grip felt superb.

Five-star review. It was absolutely a handy weapon for physically sending someone to the afterlife.

Holding the brick openly in his hand, he stood squarely in the middle of the school gates.

His legs were slightly spread apart as his right hand casually tossed and caught the brick, patiently waiting for Asuma to appear.

The students passing by instantly relived the scene on the Training Ground when they saw this.

Their minds were filled with the horrifying image of Kakashi kneeling on both knees, covered in blood.

School was over, and someone was actually blocking the gates with a brick?!

The already shrinking crowd erupted into another retreat.

With Ye as the center, the crowded school entrance automatically cleared out an absolute vacuum zone with a radius of ten meters within three seconds. No one dared step inside.

Even a stray yellow dog passing by the gates tucked its tail and silently detoured to the other side of the road.

Fifteen minutes later.

Footsteps and laughter came from the direction of the school building.

The cleaning was done. Asuma carried the broom in front with great enthusiasm while Kurenai Yuhi followed behind and to the side with her bag on her back.

Asuma was in an excellent mood. He felt that he had gained a huge amount of favor with Kurenai Yuhi, and his mouth had not stopped moving.

The two chatted and laughed as they wandered over to the school gates.

Out of politeness, Kurenai Yuhi was smiling and nodding in response when her gaze accidentally passed over Asuma's shoulder and landed on the gates ahead.

The next second, her steps froze. Her little face went deathly pale, and both hands clamped tightly over her mouth.

Looking at Ye tossing the brick, she was too terrified to make a sound.

Was this some new Uchiha-specific training method?!

Asuma noticed none of it. Still wearing an animated expression, he casually lifted his head and swept his gaze toward the gates.

Directly across from him, Uchiha Ye stopped tossing the red brick with one hand.

His five fingers slowly closed around one corner of the brick as he stood there against the blinding setting sun.

Their gazes collided with a bang.

Ye slightly tilted his head. Looking at Asuma ten meters away, the corners of his mouth slowly spread into an utterly deranged, chilling grin.

The smile on Asuma's face froze...

His Adam's apple bobbed violently as he swallowed a huge mouthful of dry saliva.

Ye said nothing. He raised his right hand and arrogantly waved the rough red brick.

Then, staring into Asuma's eyes, his lips moved slowly, silently forming five words.

"Training. Ground. Seven."

Once his mouth stopped moving, Ye took half a step forward.

Just half a step nearly scared Asuma out of his mind.

What Hokage's son dignity? What image in front of Kurenai Yuhi? He could not give a damn about any of it!

That was a fucking red brick!

If that brick hit him in the face, he would definitely die!

Girls could be chased anytime. His life came first!

"Aaaaaahhh!!!"

Asuma let out a shriek so miserable it barely sounded human.

It was so loud that it even startled several crows off the school building roof.

He abruptly turned around without even looking at Kurenai Yuhi, both hands desperately clawing at the air in front of him.

Then he spread his legs and ran madly toward the other end of the street at the fastest speed of his life!