"Senior Nakamura, I don't like to make such jokes." Facing Takashi Nakamura's "joke", Li Xuehao frowned, "Class is about to begin, don't you go back to your school building?"

"Matsu, you haven't answered me yet. Should you go to my house to visit Master Ueshi, or Master Ueshi to visit your house? If you don't get the answer, I won't leave!" Nakamura Takashi said with a firm look on his face. Before coming, he made a promise with his sister and Master Ueshi that he would complete the task. If he didn't do it now, how could he leave?

"Then you go to the first-grade school building with me." Li Xuehao refused to comment. Of course, he would not be threatened by him. If you like it, just follow it.

After changing into the indoor shoes, Li Xuehao went upstairs. Takashi Nakamura actually followed behind him, without any intention of leaving.

Walking into the classroom of Class C in one year, Takashi Nakamura's arrival suddenly caused a small sensation. As the minister of the Judo Club, he is tall and handsome, he has always been the object of many young girls in the school. However, Takashi Nakamura is a third-grade senior and is still a popular figure on campus, so even if the little girls who long for him do not have much chance of contact, he occasionally needs help from others to send love letters.

Now that I can get close to Nakamura, the girls in the class are not calm.

"Senior Nakamura."

"It's Senior Nakamura who is here."

"Oh, senior Nakamura——"

Screams came one after another, and the brave girls gradually surrounded them, staring at Takashi Nakamura one by one, and their eyes began to shine.

Li Xuehao returned to his seat calmly and handed Takashi Nakamura to a group of girls. In fact, this is not the first time Nakamura has been to Class C for a year. He has been here when he strongly invited him to join the Judo club. Li Xuehao remembers that he also helped many girls transfer love letters to him.

"Hello." Facing a group of "eyeing" little girls, Takashi Nakamura seemed very calm and showed a sunny smile on his face. He seemed to have been used to this kind of scene and had a skillful way to deal with it.

"Hello, Senior Nakamura!" The girls became even more excited. His friendly behavior also surrounded some shy girls. In a blink of an eye, Takashi Nakamura was surrounded by more than a dozen or twenty girls.

This scene made the boys around him envious, but they could only be jealous in their hearts. After all, he was a third-grade senior and the minister of the Judo Society.

"Can I ask you to do a favor? Can anyone of you lend me a free desk?" Nakamura Takashi showed two rows of snow-white teeth, which made a girl who was easily excited almost fainted.

"I."

"I!"

"I……"

Almost all the girls raised their hands, even if they had no place to sit, they had to give up their seats.

With so many people raising their hands at the same time, Takashi Nakamura hesitated for a moment and finally chose a petite girl with twin ponytails.

"Ah--" The little girl with two ponytails screamed excitedly, panicked and flushed. She didn't know where the courage came from, but suddenly rushed towards Takashi Nakamura, wrapped her hands around his waist, and hugged her tightly.

This sudden action made the girls around them furiously and jealous, and almost rudely pulled the girls with ponytails apart.

However, the girls did not want to act too rough and make him hate him, so they resisted their jealousy.

Nakamura Takashi's body also stiffened when he was "sneak attacked", but he immediately calmed down and reached out and gently patted the girl on the back of the ponytail to show his generosity.

The other girls were jealous again.

Li Xuehao sat in the seat and occasionally glanced at her. She saw the girl with a pair of ponytails. She had a petite figure and a unique hairstyle. She looked very similar to the student president, Nanako, which was probably why Takashi Nakamura chose her. After all, Takashi Nakamura liked to listen to Nanako, but she was rejected for confession.

After the "interaction" with the girls, Nakamura Takashi moved the desk of the girl with twin ponytails and placed it behind someone. He sat down by himself, as if he was really ready for "long-term combat".

Li Xuehao ignored him. When class was in, Teacher Furukawa would let him understand that it was not that easy to be a student in Class C in the first year.

Not long after, the class ringtone rang.

The head teacher Furukawa walked in. His decadent image of being about fifty years old and wearing glasses with glasses as thick as the bottom of the bottle is very unique. Although there is a piece of baldness in the middle of his head, the hair around him is neatly combed and meticulously.

Wearing a gray long-sleeved shirt and dark trousers, it is like a person who traveled through the Showa 1950s and 1960s (1970s and 1980s), old-fashioned and serious.

Standing on the podium, he glanced slightly and soon noticed the abnormality in the classroom. He pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose and looked at Takashi Nakamura in the last row: "It seems like there is a new classmate today, right?"

The students below dared not speak nonsense, and the girls couldn't help but worry about Takashi Nakamura.

But Nakamura Takashi was not at all uneasy and stood up and bowed: "Hello, Mr. Furukawa, I am Takashi Nakamura."

"It's Nakamura." Teacher Furukawa pushed his glasses on his nose again, looked at him carefully, then waved his hand and said, "Sit down."

"Yes!" Nakamura Takashi sat down, but he obviously didn't realize what would happen next.

Li Xuehao, who was sitting in front of him, felt a little sympathetic. Although Mr. Furukawa was not as meticulous as he looked, he was not as meticulous as he looked. Some people were able to "treat" those students like Takashi Nakamura who randomly destroyed other people's classrooms.

"Then let's continue the ancient poems that we didn't finish yesterday, "Spring Dawn", Nakamura, you can recite them first." Teacher Furukawa opened the textbook, and hesitated almost no hesitation, and directly named Takashi Nakamura.

"Ah?" Nakamura Takashi was stunned and asked him to recite ancient poems?

"Student Nakamura?" Teacher Furukawa on the podium looked at him, and other students in the class also looked over. Many of the boys were gloating.

Takashi Nakamura had to stand up and be stupid like a wood. Generally speaking, people with strong sports will have poor cultural courses, and Takashi Nakamura is no exception. He is a master of judo and is also a celebrity at Sakurano High School. But when it comes to cultural courses, even if you are already a senior in the third grade, even if you are a freshman in the first grade, you are not much higher than some freshmen.
Chapter completed!