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

7. Eat a mouth

Shirakawa rushed into the classroom.

Misaki Nikaido was not in her seat.

There are 5 minutes left.

Yuzuru Ayako was still playing games in her seat.

"Ayako, where did Misaki Nikaido go?"

"Uh, Okada just called me away." Ako looked up.

I saw Shirakawa's bleeding arm.

"Hey, what happened to your hand?"

Before he could explain, Shirakawa rushed out the door, and to avoid attracting attention, he put his injured hand into his shirt pocket.

I ran all the way to Okada's office.

Okada wasn't there either; the other teachers were resting.

That's true, he's not some dean of students, so he wouldn't have a separate office.

Where could he be now?

Thinking about it carefully, Shirakawa,

The places where butter appears most often are also the places where those blond-haired guys can most easily get away with their tricks and best conceal their true intentions.

Oh, right, the sports warehouse.

It's far from the teaching building, but it's also very convenient for doing things.

I glanced at the time again; there were 3 minutes left.

If you guess wrong, it will be too late to turn back.

Shirakawa took a deep breath; he was confident in himself.

Don't underestimate the value of butter after three days of intense work!

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There were still a few people playing baseball on the playground.

In front of the sports warehouse.

Shirakawa was already panting heavily.

There is still 1 minute left.

Shirakawa tentatively pushed open the warehouse door.

Nikaido stood at the very back of the warehouse, panting heavily.

It was obvious that he had fought several rounds with the tattooed man, and both the tattooed man and Nikaido had some bruises on their bodies.

Comparing the two men's wounds, the tattooed man clearly has the advantage.

Upon seeing Shirakawa, Nikaido shouted, "Shirakawa, go find the teacher!"

Shirakawa was about to turn and leave.

"Wait a minute!" The tattooed man pulled a folding knife from his pocket, the sharp tip pointing directly at Nikaido's cheeks. "Get in here! Otherwise, this little face of hers..."

"Calm down and put the knife away." Shirakawa walked into the sports storage room and tried to calm the tattooed man down.

“Okada, you said no one comes here.” The tattooed man’s hand holding the knife trembled slightly, showing that he was very emotionally unstable.

The tattooed guy was quite young, and seemed to be a delinquent student as well.

Knowing he couldn't escape, the tattooed man was clearly desperate and resorting to desperate measures.

Okada was also taken aback by the sudden situation. He stammered, almost losing his ability to speak, and his legs trembled uncontrollably.

The folding knife was gleaming with a cold, sharp edge.

"You, close the door." The tattooed man pointed the tip of his knife at Shirakawa and gave him the order.

For Nikaido's safety, Shirakawa had no choice but to obey.

“**, I’m going to juvenile detention anyway, might as well make the best of it.” The tattooed man turned and approached Nikaido.

He didn't take Bai Chuan seriously at all. He knew Bai Chuan wouldn't dare to disobey him, and he could easily manipulate Bai Chuan's small frame.

As long as Shirakawa doesn't go out and inform others, it's fine.

"Do you think I'm afraid of you?" Nikaido clenched his fist, glaring at the tattooed man, though his heart was pounding with fear.

With his robust physique, Nikaido had already exerted all his strength just to hold him off.

"Hmph, still dare to be stubborn." The tattooed man took off his shirt, preparing to have some intimate contact with Nikaido.

Fight!

Just as Nikaido was about to fight the tattooed man to the death.

Shirakawa, standing behind the tattooed man, gestured for Nikaido to calm down.

Shirakawa is waiting.

Waiting for an opportunity to save Nikaido from a crazed, strong man.

Mr. Okada has completely lost his ability to move.

He used his position as a teacher to boss students around, but when real danger came, he was more cowardly than anyone else.

"So you're the delinquent leader of Sakura High School? And you're a woman! You're quite something. Even if you end up in juvenile detention, it's not a bad deal."

The tattooed man and Nikaido slowly approached each other, only half a wall away.

His mouth was dry, so he licked his lips and looked at Nikaido, who was slowly retreating.

The more she resisted, the more comfortable the tattooed man felt.

Shirakawa tiptoed and quietly walked to the side of the tattooed man.

Just when he was all ready to freeze his hands.

Shirakawa mustered all his strength and charged forward fiercely.

The tattooed man lost his balance and fell to the ground.

But he still gripped the knife tightly in his hand.

Shirakawa also knelt on the ground, feeling dizzy and lightheaded from the injury and blood loss.

The long run he had just completed had already exhausted most of his energy.

"Misaki, let's go!" Shirakawa shouted.

"But you?"

"No buts, trust me, let's go!"

Misaki Nikaido couldn't bear to look at Shirakawa one last time before turning and rushing out of the sports warehouse.

"Bastard!" The tattooed man scrambled to his feet.

His strong, tall physique and fierce appearance, combined with his angry, flushed face, made him even more repulsive.

He deftly wielded the folding knife in his hand.

In contrast, Shirakawa had lost most of his strength and his physique was that of an average person, even thinner.

Before Shirakawa could react, the tattooed man strode forward and stabbed him with a dagger.

Shirakawa barely dodged, the dagger only slightly grazing his skin.

The tattooed man knew that because of this bastard's interference, he could only sit and wait to die in the sports warehouse.

He wanted to make this man pay the price.

Shirakawa tried his best to stay calm and think of a solution.

In a one-on-one fight, Shirakawa, who has been hit by the Blood Loss buff, has no chance of winning.

How to do?

The tattooed man attacked with a knife.

Shirakawa stepped back, the warmth of the blood on his hands suddenly reminding him.

Have it.

Taking advantage of a lull in the tattooed man's attack, Shirakawa seized the opportunity, stepped forward, and wiped the tattooed man's eye with his injured hand.

The blood on the tattooed man's face momentarily stunned him.

Immediately afterwards, Shirakawa used his other hand to throw a heavy punch, which landed hard on the tattooed man's nose.

After that punch, Shirakawa was truly exhausted. He leaned against the wall, standing with difficulty, panting heavily, his body aching terribly.

The tattooed man covered his nose and howled loudly.