American comic: From Beijing with Love, starting with a mutant.

I checked, and it seems that wearing school uniforms is mandatory at Xiao Rizi High School, but I'm just ignoring it~

The small truck was parked across the street from Toyo High School.

The car door opened, and Stephen Chow, wearing a Zhongshan suit, stepped out with a sigh.

To dress as a 17-year-old high school student while looking like a weathered 30-year-old is utterly despicable!

"Hoshino-san, it's time for school."

Liu Jianyi chuckled at him from the driver's seat.

As the saying goes...

The three ironclad bonds between men: fighting side-by-side, sharing spoils together, and...

Even if it didn't come to that extent, it did make their relationship much closer.

"Can I take sick leave?" Stephen Chow asked with a pained expression.

"A terminal illness is something we can consider." Liu Jianyi exhaled a smoke ring. "Hurry up and go in. Being late will get you a demerit and affect your conduct evaluation."

The truck spewed out black smoke and sped away.

Stephen Chow stood at the school gate, watching groups of high school students walk through the gate.

The boys sported cheesy hairstyles, while the girls wore short skirts and chatted and laughed.

The air is thick with youthful energy.

Stephen Chow felt cold all over and his eyes were empty.

What's the difference between that door and the Gates of Hell?

He recalled Fatty Wang's face, and a surge of grief and indignation welled up inside him.

Why should others stay in star-rated hotels when they go on business trips, while I have to suffer the beatings of nine years of compulsory education?

He took a cigarette out of his pocket and put it in his mouth.

At this moment, only nicotine could soothe his wounded soul.

"Hey! You old man at the door!"

A crew-cut boy wearing a red armband strode over.

Stephen Chow looked around, then pointed to his own nose: "You called me?"

"Yes! It's you!" The crew-cut boy looked him up and down.

"Are you the new security guard?" The crew-cut boy frowned. "Smoking is prohibited at the school gate!"

Suppressing his urge to punch someone, Zhou Xingxing stuffed the cigarette back into the pack and took out his college admission notice from his bag, slapping it on the other person's chest.

"Look carefully! I'm a transfer student!"

The boy with the buzz cut picked up the admission notice, looked at it, and then stared at Stephen Chow's face.

"Your stubble..."

"Precocious! Overdeveloped! Do you understand?!" Stephen Chow pushed aside the crew-cut boy and took a step as if he were going to his death.

That silhouette looked just like a martyr heading to the execution ground.

Just as I stepped onto the steps in front of the teaching building, a dark figure emerged from the side.

The other person was half a head taller than him, wearing a black stand-up collar school uniform buttoned up tightly, and had a spiky, explosive hairstyle that looked exactly like a sea urchin.

The man stopped and stared at Stephen Chow for a few seconds.

Are you a new teacher?

Stephen Chow's eyebrows twitched twice.

I was mistaken for a security guard and an old man this morning, but now I've finally blended in with the teachers.

At this rate of development, he will be able to take over as principal by noon.

"Student, take another look."

Stephen Chow held the admission notice to his face, "Youth, vigor, seventeen years old."

He read the notice carefully, and his eyes lit up immediately.

"A transfer student! My name is Shinji Ito, I transferred here before. Don't you know where the administration office is?"

Stephen Chow really didn't know.

That bastard Liu Jianyi just threw him at the school gate and ran away.

It's like they're doing overseas liaison work; the only thing missing is a sign hanging behind him that says, "This person is left to fend for himself."

"This is my first time here, and I'm observing the school's architectural layout."

"So you don't know? I'll take you there."

Ito spoke with certainty.

Zhou Xingxing stuffed the report card back into his schoolbag. The child looked so honest, and arguing with an honest person would make you seem tasteless.

"Okay, could you please lead the way?"

"no problem!"

Ito turned and walked ahead, taking large strides.

After walking seven or eight meters, he realized that Stephen Chow was following behind him, staring at his hairstyle.

"What's wrong?"

Stephen Chow pointed to his hair, "How long does it take you to do this every morning?"

"Half an hour."

"Won't it poke your pillow when you sleep?"

Ito raised her hand and touched the top of her head. "No, I wash my hair every night, and I sleep on my side during the day when I'm resting."

Stephen Chow was filled with awe.

He even changed his sleeping posture in order to become a delinquent.

If this level of dedication were applied to the 749th Bureau, Fatty Wang would at least award him a towel with the unit's name printed on it.

The two walked through the front yard, and Ito introduced the school along the way.

To the left is the gymnasium, to the right is the student club building, the cafeteria is behind the teaching building, and the vending machine on the far east side of the second floor occasionally swallows coins.

Ito added a word of caution: if you really get swallowed up, never kick the machine. Last month, his good friend kicked it seven times and the sole of his shoe cracked.

"He's a talented person."

As Zhou Xingxing walked between the two teaching buildings, he noticed a narrow path blocked by iron chains.

At the end of the road stood an old building with gray walls.

"What place is that over there?"

"The old school building." Ito followed his gaze. "The school doesn't allow us to go near there. I heard that building and the underground air-raid shelter are haunted."

underground.

The third transit point mentioned in the file was indeed not completely buried.

"Hoshino-san, are you interested in the old school building?"

"No, I've been afraid of ghosts since I was a child."

Stephen Chow followed Ito forward, "Especially those ghosts who wear military uniforms, hide underground, and haven't found peace even after eighty years of death. If you encounter one, you might be tempted to perform a ritual to help it pass on to the afterlife."

Ito was taken aback. "Does your family own a temple?"

"The pork seller."

Before they could finish speaking, they heard footsteps around the corner ahead.

A female teacher with pigtails walked over carrying exercise books. Her sportswear was zipped up to the collar, and she wore black-rimmed glasses on her nose.

The stack of exercise books in his arms was at least twenty or thirty, but it didn't even wobble when it was pressed against one arm.

Zhou Xingxing noticed that the honest man next to him had become a little nervous.

"Kumiko-sensei! Ohayo Gozaimasu!"

Kumiko Yamaguchi then noticed her student standing nearby. "Ito, what are you doing here? Were you fighting again? I've told you so many times, call me Ms. Ito!"

"I didn't get into a fight today!"

Ito raised both hands to his chest, spreading all ten fingers.

"I'm doing a good deed! Really! This is a new transfer student who can't find the administration office, and I'm about to take him there."

Stephen Chow turned his head and glanced at him.

How many fights has this kid been in before?

Kumiko Yamaguchi looked Stephen Chow up and down in his Zhongshan suit.

"A transfer student?"

Zhou Xingxing nodded, took out his file and admission notice from his bag, and handed them over with both hands.

"Hello, my name is Hoshino Hoshiichi. I am seventeen years old, in good health, and have excellent academic performance. I respect my teachers, get along well with my classmates, and have no bad habits."

Ito looked down at his pocket, where half a cigarette pack was sticking out.

Stephen Chow used his backpack to block the cigarette pack and casually pushed it back in.

Kumiko Yamaguchi took the materials and turned to the first page.

Hoshino Hoshino in the photo has a clear and bright look in her eyes, and even has a bit of a youthful air about her.

She looked up at the real person again.

Stubble, dark circles under the eyes, and the smell of cigarettes that seemed to have lingered from the bar last night.

When was this photo taken?

"last month."

Stephen Chow answered decisively.

"I'm not very photogenic; I'm more mature in real life."

"A bit more mature?"

"My photography skills are poor; they captured my entire youth in the photos, leaving little for reality."

The teacher coughed once. "Ito, you go back to the classroom. I'll take Hoshino to the administration office."

"I can continue to help."

"No."

"I can also help you get your workbook."

"The biggest help you can give me is if you finish your homework from last week."

Stephen Chow followed behind Kumiko Yamaguchi, took a few steps and then looked back.

Ito was still standing at the end of the corridor, giving him a thumbs-up.

The people at this school aren't as bad as the information makes them out to be.

At least the sea urchin leader didn't inquire about his background, nor did he make fun of the transfer student.

More and more students were filling the corridors.

Kumiko Yamaguchi, holding her workbook, suddenly asked, "What sports did Hoshino-san practice before?"

Stephen Chow, standing behind her, twitched his eyelids. "Radio calisthenics."

"oh."

Kumiko Yamaguchi turned her head to the side, the white light from outside the window flashing on her glasses: "Fighting is forbidden at school."

"Of course, I am the person who is most opposed to violence."

Ito only looked away after the two figures disappeared down the stairs.

A hand reached out from the side and took the bread from his pocket: "Who's that guy dressed like the dean of students?"

"The new transfer student's name is Hoshino Seiichi."

Ito stared at the stairwell, raised his hand and stroked his chin. "This guy looks like he can fight."

After he finished speaking, he turned to look at the blond-haired man next to him.

"Mitsuhashi, what do you think?"