The reasoning continues.

"Junior, you have practiced fighting skills. It is not karate or taekwondo series. It can be inferred from your walking posture, but you have not practiced it carefully, so your figure does not have the texture of exercise."

The texture of a workout…

It probably means that I am not that strong. After all, through exercises such as karate and taekwondo, the skin will become rough and resistant to pressure and become stiff after constant blows. The body will also change into a rough style while shaping.

The degree of disappointment in Gongsheng's heart became stronger.

I practice Zhongzhou martial arts, but because I have returned to my original nature and my momentum is restrained, I am no different from ordinary people.

This is the realm of internal martial arts, and the karate and taekwondo that Kudo theorized just now are not there.

"Senior, then why are you assuming that I don't have a club?"

Continue and ask Shinichi in front of you.

Several first-year female high school students nearby wanted to step forward and tell Shinichi that the boy in front of him could directly enter the student union. This boy was the student union president of the junior high school.

In the end, I still didn't dare to step forward.

"It's very simple, because you didn't set your sights on other clubs from the beginning, and you didn't have an application form to join a club, so you probably don't have the idea of ​​joining a club..."

"Or......"

Inexplicably, Shinichi felt that his reasoning seemed to be wrong.

The characteristics displayed by the boy in front of me indicate that he has no intention of joining the club, so it is certain that he has not joined the club.

But the first-year girls next to them all seemed to know the boy in front of them.

I missed some important information.

He paused and began to look at the boy in front of him again, carefully observing his behavior and clothing.

The backpack on the other person’s back.

Because most high school students use portable briefcases, including Shinichi himself, who choose this method to carry a small amount of documents and books.

But the boy in front of me chose a backpack similar to a schoolbag.

And it is thicker than ordinary backpacks. The interior is a double-layer design. There are two zippers on the top of the backpack, and the shape is square...

Kind of like a laptop...

But would any normal person bring a laptop to class?

Then associated with the computer...associated with the file...not required to join the club...

"You have a part-time job, which should be for file organization, so you need to carry a large backpack like this with you at all times, which contains your laptop and files."

Shinichi's slightly far-fetched judgment.

The information provided by the other party is too little, so we can only rely on what we have to observe.

If you don't join a club, you will naturally have other things to do. Just like Shinichi himself, he joins the football club, but rarely participates in the training and competitions within the club, and is more active as a detective.

Part of the reason comes from the former football club manager's attitude towards Kudo Shinichi being too ambiguous.

"That's right. I do often deal with files, so I need to use a backpack like this to travel. It does contain a laptop and files. Kudo-senpai is right."

Is this the limit?

Kousei had a slight idea of ​​where the limit of Shinichi in front of him was.

It’s not that he feels unattainable, or that compared to the ‘Lao Fu’ he knows, Shinichi is too immature.

No interest at all.

I raised my watch and looked at the time. It was already eight forty-seven.

You need to rush to the venue, and after a while you have the task of speaking on stage as a freshman representative.

"Kudo-senpai is so awesome, he guessed it right again."

"Yes, yes, this is already the seventh one, let's quickly guess the eighth one!"

"Kudo-senpai, let's hurry up."

He raised his head and looked at Kudo Shinichi, who was once again surrounded by girls.

And, standing in the distance, Lan had witnessed everything and was with Yuonzi.

Unable to get angry, he turned around and left.

Gongsheng stared at his sister's back over there, suddenly feeling uncomfortable in his heart, and his body that was about to leave froze.

Even, forcefully change the inertial forward direction and stop!

He looked at Kudo Shinichi and then turned his attention to the first-year girls beside him who had not yet left.

They seemed to be still hesitating whether to get close to Kudo Shinichi again.

"The welcome party for freshmen will be held soon, please hurry up and go there."

The originally gentle tone turned serious.

The moment he spoke, the confused girls at the scene no longer looked at Kudo Shinichi.

With Kousheng as the center, everyone bowed slightly, then picked up their bags and walked towards the auditorium.

The remaining power still exists.

With just one sentence, the people who were chasing Kudo Shinichi almost disappeared until only four or five were left.

She is still a vulgar fan who is not even as good as her sister.

Disdainfully, he put down the left hand that was reading the time and shook it twice casually.

"Kudo-senpai, we will meet again soon."

I promise, if you dare to consume my sister once, I will punish you once!

Gongsheng stopped staying and turned around to leave.

The other clubs at the scene were frightened by the boy's aura, and fell silent for a moment. Shinichi, who was still being pushed by the girl to find the 'next' tool man, acted like a clown.

Stand there.

He even started to tremble slightly.

'The cold-blooded eyes are like those of a wild beast, and he seems to deal with many people without even caring.'

‘Who is that boy?!’

With just one glance, Shinichi was already intimidated, and even his originally cheerful heart was filled with gloom.

...

Nine o'clock sharp, Didan High School, auditorium.

At this moment, all the first-year freshmen have gathered, and then they take the stage in order. The principal makes a speech, the dean of students explains the discipline requirements, and the president of the high school student council gives a welcome speech.

Finally, the freshmen representatives took the stage to speak.

Sitting on the chair, Kousei looked in the direction of the stage. It was still the third stage, and the student council president was speaking.

Greet some familiar seniors and sisters in a formulaic manner.

"Okay, Junior Maori, you can come on stage."

When the above was over, the freshmen gave irregular and unexcited applause, which seemed to express dissatisfaction.

That's right, this is what the current student council president is, a queen from a famous family.

Taking the microphone casually handed to him by the other party, Kousei slowly exhaled.

'This boring struggle has to start again.'

Because you show off your aura in the morning so that new students will listen to you, and it also scares some old students.

I wish I could be a dog. Now that my dream has been shattered, I will definitely feel uncomfortable.

Tap the microphone in your hand gently and listen carefully to the noise inside. It seems to be normal.

but......

The malicious gaze that could be clearly felt without looking back seemed to be ready to trick him once he came on stage.

He must make it impossible for him to step down in front of the first-year students of Teidan High School, who are temporarily attracted to Kousei.

Feel a wave of love from your seniors.

"What's wrong? Is there something wrong with the microphone? It's fine to use this one. They are all new items that have just been opened."

The student council president who just stepped down had a kind smile on his face and handed a microphone in his hand.

The shoulders on both sides shine with gold and belong to the epaulettes of the student council president.

"Thank you, senior, but I don't need it for the time being. Can I go on stage now?"

Because it is a new device, there may be no sound suddenly after a while. The reason is that the new device needs to be debugged.

What a low-level method.
To be continued...