He tried to save the fallen girls, but they came after him instead.

However, asking too many questions only made those bad apples start to suspect Shirakawa.

Is it really going to be a complete waste of time and effort?

It wasn't until Shirakawa asked about the last classroom that he met the last Yoshioka.

This Yoshioka is completely different from the ones I've seen before.

A short-haired man, weak and pale, sat in the corner of the classroom, his eyes filled with exhaustion. He coughed violently from time to time, looking as if he might faint at any moment.

Holding a fountain pen, wearing black-rimmed glasses, he was concentrating intently on solving problems.

Among this group of Yoshiokas, he was the one with the most distinctive features.

He seemed unusually lonely, with no friends or companions to talk to.

It's obvious that, in terms of both personality and appearance, he has no connection whatsoever with the boss, Yoshioka.

However, it was precisely because he was so incredibly weak that Shirakawa began to have doubts.

He's ridiculously weak, and he's the only male senior in Yoshioka.

Shirakawa adjusted his mask to make sure his face was covered before stepping forward to greet the suspicious "Yoshioka".

"Hey, good morning, classmate."

"Hello." Yoshioka merely glanced up, gave a perfunctory greeting, and then continued working on his problems.

"Hey classmate, do you know Yoshioka, the boss?" Shirakawa started an awkward conversation to probe.

"Boss Yoshioka? The delinquent leader of our school?"

"Yes."

"do not know."

"Do you know where the boss is?"

"do not know."

Yoshioka knew nothing about the matter and spoke in a cold tone, never giving Shirakawa a friendly look.

"Hey, classmate, are you also named Yoshioka? People with the same surname will always pay some attention to each other, right?"

“You’re being too presumptuous,” Yoshioka retorted. “There are many people with the surname Yoshioka. I’m not interested in other Yoshiokas, especially those delinquent students. Go away and don’t bother me while I’m doing my practice problems.”

His hatred was evident in his words.

After saying that, he continued to work on his exercises with his head down.

"Oh, okay." Shirakawa was about to get up and leave when he suddenly turned back and asked, "Hey, have you heard the rumors about Hero B?"

Shirakawa still intended to try and elicit some information.

"Hero B? Who's that? Never heard of him."

"Hey, it's the rumor those delinquents were talking about..."

"I've already said I'm not interested in these things, so stop bothering me." A hint of anger appeared on her pale face.

"Okay, okay, I understand." Shirakawa had no choice but to leave dejectedly, knowing that asking any further questions would yield no results.

Before leaving, he specifically checked his desk and pockets, but there was no sign of the brass knuckles.

Strange, could it be that I'm just overthinking things?

Shirakawa stepped out of the classroom.

Jingle bells ~ jingle bells ~

Then I heard a cell phone ringing behind me.

It came from Yoshioka.

Shirakawa peeked out from beside the door frame.

Yoshioka then took out his phone and hung up.

Not a few seconds passed.

The phone rang again.

Yoshioka frowned slightly, looking somewhat impatient. He hung up the phone, put his phone on silent, and placed it in his bookcase.

A few seconds later.

buzzing.

The phone started vibrating again, making a crisp sound as it vibrated the metal desk and bookshelf.

Yoshioka was clearly displeased this time, muttered a curse under his breath, and answered the phone.

"Didn't I tell you not to call me before school ends!" Yoshioka shouted, startling the other students in the classroom.

As soon as he finished shouting, Yoshioka realized that he had spoken too loudly, so he covered his mouth with his hand and spoke quietly.

Shirakawa didn't know what they were talking about, but he saw that Yoshioka's brows were furrowed, and he became more and more agitated and angry as they talked.

After finishing the call, he slammed his fist on the table, stood up, and stormed out of the classroom in a huff.

He entered through the front door, while Shirakawa peeked through the back door.

Yoshioka walked faster and faster, taking long strides, and glancing left and right every now and then, very vigilant.

So suspicious.

Shirakawa quickly and secretly followed them.

133. Akaza is wounded, and Shirakawa becomes cannon fodder.

When Yoshioka arrived at the men's restroom, he looked around to make sure no one was there before pushing the door open and entering.

Shirakawa was well hidden around the corner and was not discovered by him.

A short while later, that extremely familiar figure emerged from the restroom.

Yoshioka, a blond, muscular man.

He wore a brass skull knuckle duster on his wrist, and his Chenghuang Middle School uniform was noticeably a few sizes too small because of his suddenly taller body.

At this moment, Yoshioka was bare-chested, and her calves and ankles were also exposed due to the short pants.

He didn't even bother to tidy up before rushing downstairs.

It's obvious that the sickly Yoshioka has transformed into the blond-haired Yoshioka.

Nice, now I know what Yoshioka is really like.

As for where he hid the brass knuckles and how he brought them into the toilet, Shirakawa had no idea.

Perhaps it was tucked into the waist support belt, or perhaps it was hidden under the crotch.

But that's not important either.

The important question is, what exactly caused Yoshioka's "transformation" to be so rushed, leaving him no time to change his clothes before hurriedly going downstairs?

Could it be that Nikaido and Akaza have come looking for us?

Shirakawa quickly followed.

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In the alley behind the school.

A row of blond-haired thugs leaned against the wall, all of them with bruises and swelling on their faces, and there was a baseball bat broken in two on the ground.

Akaza stood before them like a demon, tall and strong, exuding a powerful aura simply by standing there.

The remaining five or six delinquents trembled with fear, huddled together, their baseball bats quivering in their hands.

Akaza cracked his knuckles and twisted his neck, making a series of crisp cracking sounds, as he took steps forward, approaching the gang of delinquents.

"Hey, where's Yoshioka? Why isn't he here yet?"

"I've finished the call, the boss is on his way."

"Are you on your way?" Akaza grabbed one of the delinquents by the collar and pulled him up with one hand.

Like picking up a chick, Akaza glared angrily, clenched his fists, and waved them in front of his eyes.

"If you dare to lie to me..."

"Don't dare, don't dare."

Faced with such a huge gap in strength, those previously arrogant and domineering delinquents at school were almost scared to death.

"Who's looking for me?"

Yoshioka shouted, displaying the demeanor of a boss.

Shirakawa also lay prone at the corner, secretly observing.

"It's finally here." Akaza casually tossed aside the delinquent in his hand.

The boy slammed his head against the wall, let out a muffled groan, and passed out.