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

After the academic affairs office reviewed the materials, there was only one line of results on the class assignment list.

Hoshino Seiichi transferred to Class 3-D, which was managed by Yamaguchi Kumiko.

She led the group to the classroom door. As soon as the door opened, a piece of chalk flew out and almost hit Zhou Xingxing, who was following behind.

"Who threw this? Step forward!"

Ms. Xiaomei, her face contorted with rage, stormed into the classroom and slammed her hand on the desk: "Sit down, all of you!"

A roar made several boys slumped in their chairs in the front row tremble, but three guys with dyed yellow hair still put their feet up on the desks and peeked at the door with sidelong glances.

Zhou Xingxing followed them into the classroom and glanced around at the seating arrangement.

"This is the new transfer student, Hoshino Hoshiichi. From now on, he will be a member of Class 3-D."

She stepped aside half a step to the side of the podium, gesturing for Stephen Chow to go up and introduce himself.

"Hoshino Seiichi, enjoys reading newspapers, is good at accounting, does not buy on credit, and does not pay for others. Please take care of him in the future."

A few low laughs rang out in the classroom. Kumiko Yamaguchi tapped on the podium, her gaze behind her glasses shifting to the students whose uniforms had been altered.

"I'm warning you, anyone who dares to bully the new student will be kept behind for extra tutoring!"

The student with the crew cut raised his hand, his face showing an honest expression.

"Don't worry, Ms. Xiaomei, we will definitely take good care of him and help him adapt to Class 3D as soon as possible!"

After he finished speaking, he turned his head and winked at a few delinquents in the back row, who then let out a series of malicious laughs.

Stephen Chow understood the meaning behind the words "take care of".

Isn't that the line that those thugs used most often when he was collecting protection money at the market back in the day?

Ugh!

A lightbulb went off in Old Zhou's head.

What if I gathered all the troublemakers in the class and had them help me investigate?

The old school buildings need to be inventoried by student clubs, and it would be conspicuous for a new transfer student like him to be asking around.

But if the whole class checks together, who will notice his head?

This is a very promising endeavor!

The quick-thinking Lao Zhou didn't show any expression on his face, but in his heart he was figuring out how to unite the whole class as a team in the shortest amount of time.

After giving the group another warning, Kumiko Yamaguchi left with her workbook.

After everyone left, the three blond-haired men stood up from their seats.

The blond guy with a scar on his chin walked up to Zhou Xingxing and plopped down on the desk.

"Hey, newbie, do you even know the rules for Class 3-D?"

coming.

Just when we were worried about not having a chance to set rules, they delivered themselves to our doorstep.

As long as we control our strength and avoid sending anyone to the hospital, this conflict can actually save us a lot of trouble.

Stephen Chow pulled out a chair and sat down. "What are the rules?"

"Protection fee, 5,000 yen a month. If you can't pay, that's okay too. You can run errands for us, get us meals, or wash our shoes. We're very humane."

Stephen Chow looked up, a harmless smile on his face.

"Is 5,000 yen a fair price?"

Huang Mao was taken aback; he hadn't expected the newcomer to ask that question.

Before he could speak, Stephen Chow spoke up first: "Let me do the math for you. Just now, that chalk eraser hit the door frame, and the chalk dust that flew out splashed onto my clothes."

"This Zhongshan suit is a family heirloom left to me by my grandfather. Is it unreasonable for you to charge me 10,000 yen for cleaning and compensation for emotional distress?"

"You fucking..."

"Don't rush, there's more."

Stephen Chow made a few more calculations with his fingers.

"I transferred here from far away, and I don't know anyone here. As new classmates, shouldn't you at least show me some hospitality?"

"The welcome sponsorship fee is calculated per person. It's 3,000 yen for each of you three, plus the 10,000 yen from before, for a total of 19,000 yen."

"I'll round it down to 20,000. Pay now, and I can overlook your rude behavior earlier."

"I think you're tired of living!"

The blond-haired guy, who was in the lead, swung his fist and smashed it into Stephen Chow's face.

The girls around him remained calm and watched with great interest how Zhou Xingxing would handle the situation.

In their eyes, fighting is nothing new.

I'm not used to not seeing a few fights a day at school.

Old Zhou clicked his tongue in disapproval of the kid's harmless punch.

The shoulders lifted first, but the waist didn't follow, and the feet weren't steady either.

This level of skill doesn't even qualify as a street fight, let alone drawing a knife.

Zhou Xingxing shifted his body slightly, letting the fist graz his nose, grabbed the blond man's wrist with his right hand and twisted it, while his left hand pinched the tendon on the blond man's shoulder and pressed it down.

Huang Mao lost all feeling in his arm, his knees hit the floor, and he knelt down with a thud.

"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Let go! Let go now!"

Before the other two blond-haired men could react, Stephen Chow had already gotten up, circled around behind them, and grabbed them by the back of the neck.

Both of them felt a tingling, limp sensation on one side of their bodies, as if they had been electrocuted, and involuntarily collapsed to the ground.

The whole process took less than a few seconds.

Stephen Chow let go of her hand and took out a towel to wipe her hands.

"Anyone else want to pay protection money? Step forward, I'm in a good mood today, I can give you a 20% discount."

No one in the classroom made a sound.

The group of people who had been laughing just moments before lowered their heads, afraid of making eye contact with him.

"I don't like to solve problems with violence."

Stephen Chow took out a cigarette case from his pocket, ready to light one, but then remembered that he was a high school student and put it back.

"But I like people who use violence to solve problems."

"Now, listen up! Clean the classroom thoroughly and arrange the desks neatly within ten minutes! Then all boys, stand against the wall with your hands on your trouser seams. Any questions?"

"No!"

In less than five minutes, the classroom of Class 3D was completely transformed.

All twenty-seven boys in the class stood against the wall, their hands neatly placed on their trouser seams, their eyes fixed on the ground, not daring to breathe.

The girls sat in their seats, their expressions shifting from fear to shock, and then from shock to a subtle kind of admiration.

After looking around, Stephen Chow finally took his first step.

Force can only bring temporary submission. If you want these guys to be willing to run errands, you have to reassure them.

First, cancel the protection fee, then give them a promise that they won't be bullied by other classes. These students will naturally understand who to stand with.

Stephen Chow walked to the front of the stage, placed his hands on the stage, and faced the audience.

"From today onwards, I am the boss of Class 3-D. I will manage the class funds, and protection money will no longer exist, but..."

He turned around and smiled slightly.

"Anyone who dares to bully anyone from Class 3-D, regardless of what year they are in, will come to me first."

"Who's in favor? Who's opposed?"

A cough came from outside the back door of the classroom.

Kumiko Yamaguchi stood there, clutching the lesson plan she had forgotten, staring at the four words on the blackboard.

"Hoshino-kun, you just said who's the leader of Class 3-D?"